Time is slowly moving by, and before I know it, the lark is already a third-grade student, but the lark is no longer limited to the problem of this age: "As long as I am happy, I can enter any grade to study!"

He has his own sword hanging from his waist, and if it weren't for the regulations, he might have thrown it away a long time ago! For the battle maniac Skylark, "Even if he switches to a knife in the future, it doesn't mean that he needs a scabbard, and hanging it on his waist is very difficult." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Yo, long time no see!" Someone on the roof of the building in the distance greeted the lark.

At this time, the lark was not the little ghost who had just arrived at the Mao Spiritual Academy, and with a slight step forward with his right foot, the whole person suddenly appeared on the roof of the building: "Don't run away! Ichimaru Gin, this time I must bite you to death!"

Ichimaru Silver turned his back to the lark and smiled: "Isn't it quite fast! Can't you sit down and talk?

The lark slowly pulled out his sword: "As you can see, I'm not used to standing on the crowd, and I will feel at ease when I stand on the corpse." ”

Ichimaru Silver turned his head and slowly pulled out his slashing knife, and laughed in a low voice: "Shoot him, Sharpshooter!"

The lark only felt that a light flashed in front of him, and there was a thin and long line of blood on his shoulder, and he didn't see what was happening at all.

Ichimaru Silver was still smiling: "It's really disappointing, even if you can come here, what can you do, you are definitely not my opponent if you can't even do the first solution of the sword slashing, hey! Forget it! The first solution is not something that can be learned in a while!" After speaking, he put down what he held in his hand as if the lark had lost its value.

The lark's hand held the slashing knife tightly, whether it was in the past or now, whether in the mafia world, or in this corpse soul world, he had never been so humiliated: "The first to unleash your own slashing knife is like the flame that ignites a ring, what is needed is anger!" A very powerful spiritual pressure erupted from the lark's body, causing the entire academy and the entire Silent Spirit Court to be shaken.

The spiritual world of the lark, can't tell the difference between high and low, all there is here is a blue sky and a few white clouds floating in the air, a man with long hair and waist is wearing a suit, standing head down under the white clouds in the lark's cognition.

"I know you're strong!!" The lark said coldly.

"Then what do you want to do?" the man pronounced the words very clearly, but his face was a little blurry, and no matter how much the lark looked, he couldn't see clearly.

The lark takes a stance, only to find that his hands are empty and there is nothing.

The man shook his head: "The way you are now, I can't raise the slightest interest, what do you want to use? Is it the knife that is about to rust?"

A knife and fork in front of the lark, the lark neatly drew the knife and ran over quickly, now whether it is Ichimaru Silver or the man in front of him, as long as he can bite and wash away his shame with his own hands, in the heart of the lark, this is better than everything.

The man turned his back to face the katana wielded by the lark with his hands, and he was like a leaf swaying and falling in the wind, no matter how strong the wind was, he could escape through the gap: "Are you going to use such a knife for the rest of your life?"

The lark stopped his movements: "Even if it's a knife that is about to rust, I can bite you!" The lark's words were arrogant and confident, as if there were only things in this world that he didn't want to do, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

The man stopped and tilted his mouth slightly upward: "It's really not an inch!"

"It's because you don't give an inch, that's why you call it glory!" The lark's words are like throwing a huge stone on the calm water, splashing layers of waves.

The man held a pair of crutches in the void with both hands in his hand: "Could it be that the knife is your glory!

The blurred vision was as if there was a huge repulsion to exclude him from this world, and when his vision was clear again, Ichimaru Gin was still standing in front of him with a wicked smile.

"You said that you can't learn the first solution in a while, right? What I want to tell you is that no one should try to restrain me with common sense!" The slashing knife in his hand disappeared little by little, starting from the tip of the knife, and slowly the entire slashing knife returned to nothingness, and a pair of duckweed crutches were tightly held by the lark.

Ichimaru Silver still looked at the lark with a smile on his face, and it was obvious that the lark's original explanation was open at any time, because the lark did not say the original interpretation of the sword.

"Now we can fight without any scruples!" The lark ran straight over with his right hand.

Looking at the lark running towards him in a straight line, Ichimaru Silver smiled and raised his sharpshooter unhurriedly: "Haven't you suffered enough? Then let me make a hole in your body and shoot him!"

The lark stared at the spear in Ichimarugin's hand with wide eyes and carefully, as if it was a flash of light, he still couldn't see it clearly, it felt as if it was elongated, and the spear directly pierced the shoulder blade of the lark.

Looking at the wound on his shoulder, the lark said to Ichimaru Silver unappreliantly: "I see, it's a very good ability! This is the last time I've been hit by this kind of trick, come on, let me see what kind of ability you have." ”

Ichimaru Gin's expression finally changed, his brows tightened as if he was thinking about something, he slowly raised his right hand, the tip of the knife was aimed at the lark, and the spear shot out like a ray of light.

"Why don't you believe it? With a bang, time seemed to stop, and the sharpshooter stopped on the lark's crutch: "The result is as I expected!" The sharpshooter slowly disappeared and gradually returned to its original size.

Ichimaru didn't say a word during the whole process, maybe he was thinking about whether his actions were cultivating an uncontrollable enemy for himself, whether it was worth it, or should he be strangled in this school now······

At this time when Ichimaru Silver was thinking, several captains of the Silent Spirit Court had already come to the top of the building.

The Captain of the Second Team Mobile Broken Bee, the Captain of the Fourth Team Medical Death Belly Black Female Ukino Hanari, the Captain of the Fifth Team The Unfathomable Aizen Yusuke, the Captain of the Sixth Team The Cold Rotten Wood Hakuya, the Captain of the Seventh Team Komamura Left Formation with a Dog-like Face, and the Captain of the Eighth Team** Uncle Keiraku Harusui, the captain of the Jiuban team, Dongsenyao, the captain of the Shiban team, the short Hibanya Fuyushiro, and the captain of the 11th team and the lark are both belligerent Kenpachi, the captain of the 12th team, Nirvana, the director of the Technology Development Bureau, and the captain of the 13th team, Ukitake Shijuro, who likes children the most, plus the captain of the 3th team, Ichimaru Gin, who is like a smiling fox who confronts the lark, and the captain of the first team who stands tall in the air and the captain of the team, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni, and all the captain-level characters of the Jingling Court are all here.

The captain was on crutches, his long beard was on the back of his hand, and he stared at the lark with a pair of eyes open, "Could it be that the burst of spiritual pressure that is not inferior to the captain's level just now came from this young man in front of him?"