PS: I think it's been a month off, I'm really sorry everyone, I'm ashamed to be honest. I didn't expect the university to be so busy, but I thank you for your support, and I will try my best to keep it up to date in the future. But it's possible that I won't be able to do it one day at a time, well, I have to admit that I'm a complete handwreck.

PS: Well, it's still the same sentence, I don't ask for recommendations and rewards, I just hope that friends who read my books can give me some useful suggestions. You can spray where you don't like it.,But I hope it's so that people don't feel uncomfortable.,Crazy people thank you here.,And there's a dragon set or something that's very welcome.,Japanese name I said the pressure is slightly more orz.。

PS: Anyway, chasing comics some time ago really scared the baby.,Is there any autumn water in the spring?,But it's a translation error.,It's really harmonious.,It's good to be a floating bamboo.,Don't become a sinking bamboo anymore.orz.。

Mo Jun's body stiffened a little, every swing of the wooden knife could bring him pain that poured into the bone marrow, and a certain familiar but unknown energy in his body continued to impact his meridians. To make matters worse, this energy slowly grew with the swing of the wooden knife, and although this growth was not obvious, his body was stimulated more strongly with each point of growth.

In the end, the accumulation of this energy will definitely not bring Mo Jun a happy climax, but a self-explosion of destruction. Mo Jun's situation is like a balloon that keeps injecting gas, and the airtightness of this balloon is so good that it explodes, so there is no possibility of him being deflated at all. Mo Jun also found a problem that made him a little flustered, his spirit body seemed to have some kind of response to the energy that responded, uncontrollably producing a spiritual pressure that contracted inward.

So the question is, how much gas can a balloon that is constantly squeezed withstand? Mo Jun definitely didn't want to know the answer to this question, and the changes in the energy in his body even caused Mo Jun's breathing to be disordered.

Such an obvious change naturally could not escape Shigekuni Yamamoto, who was secretly paying attention to this side in the dojo, and his powerful brow furrowed slightly. With the kind of solid martial arts foundation that Mo Jun has shown, he will definitely not have such a reaction because of this few hundred swings of the sword, but Mo Jun's spirit does not show that feeling of passivity and slacking off. Yamamoto Shigekuni thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly, he didn't think that 20,000 swings of the knife would bring too much burden to Mo Jun, nor did he think that Mo Jun would be stupid enough to play any boring tricks under his nose, so he decided to continue monitoring.

However, Mo Jun also came up with a delaying plan during this time, he concentrated his energy with all his strength, and forcibly exercised his qi and blood to move rapidly, so that the spirit son in his body formed a flowing state. Try to avoid conflicts between the two abilities, so that although it does not relieve the pain, it does not affect your mobility.

Mo Jun tried hard to regulate his breathing, this situation was something he had never encountered, and Mo Jun subconsciously felt that the membrane separating the two energies was very important, at least the current Mo Jun would never dare to act rashly.

Time flowed minute by minute, and Mo Jun's situation deteriorated at a slow and steady pace. When the number of positive slashes exceeded fifteen thousand, the two Jingle beside Mo Jun could already clearly feel that something was wrong with Mo Jun, and Mo Jun's body exuded a heavy aura that was difficult to ignore.

Seventeen thousand times passed, Mo Jun's exposed skin oozed a disturbing red; after 18,000 times, the air around Mo Jun seemed to have become heavy, and the sweat of Mo Jun with just a thousand slashes wet the ground at his feet; 19,000 times, Mo Jun's face was already as red as blood, and there was even a faint white gas on his body, which was the vapor formed by the evaporation and liquefaction of the sweat on his body, and the special wooden knife handle in his hand was held with a trace of cracks.

Nineteen thousand nine hundred times, Jing Le and Fuzhu had already stopped wielding their swords, and looked at Mo Jun with uneasy expressions. Not only them, but Shigekuni Yamamoto also came to the academy with the students of Ichigan Genjijuku. The situation of the Mo army can no longer be ignored, but even an old man like Yamamoto Shigekuni can't figure out what happened to the Mo army, and it is undoubtedly impossible to act rashly at this time.

Now Mo Jun's eyes are blank, his face is showing a kind of oozing black and red, and the blue-black blood vessels bulge out, spreading from his neck to most of his face, and his originally handsome face looks extremely hideous and terrifying at this time. The muscles of Mo Jun's whole body were bulging, and it seemed that the whole person seemed to swell in a circle, and every time he swung the knife, the people present could hear a clear sound similar to a heartbeat, and his nose and eyes were already oozing blood.

Shigekoku Yamamoto's eyes flashed with a look of unease, and the remaining hundred slashes seemed unusually slow, and everyone held their breath and counted silently.

Time passed slowly, and Yamamoto Shigekuni was vaguely aware of some uneasiness, and secretly gave Kyoraku and Ukitake a look.

The two glanced at each other, silently took two steps back and stood beside Shigekuni Yamamoto. At this moment, Mo Junzhao, who had been quiet before, howled miserably, and then everyone was stunned to see that Mo Jun's body seemed to swell in an instant, and the exposed skin was torn apart, spewing out a trace of blood arrows.

"Uhhh Immediately afterwards, a violent and chaotic spiritual pressure surged out from Mo Jun's body, forming a violent spiritual pressure storm around Mo Jun.

Mo Jun roared and swung the wooden knife in his hand, which shattered directly in the process of swinging, and was replaced by a chaotic fluctuating spiritual pressure pillar. The spiritual pressure around Mo Jun's body fluctuated violently, surging violently towards Mo Jun's body, and Mo Jun's body obviously couldn't withstand such a chaotic spiritual pressure, and then spewed out a large area of blood mist, adding a touch of blood to the already chaotic spiritual pressure flow.

The wooden knife in Mo Jun's hand had already been waved, and everyone clearly heard a sound that seemed to be bursting a bubble. The chaotic spiritual pressure flow nearly doubled in an instant, and then turned into a terrifying spiritual pressure tornado surging out towards the front of the Mo army, and the ground washed by the spiritual pressure was lifted off in pieces, turning into sand and stones in the sky. The thick courtyard wall was no different from brittle paper under the turbid spiritual pressure, and it was shattered and turned into a part of the spiritual pressure flow at the first time. The woods outside the courtyard were directly hit by the unwarranted disaster, the thick trees were broken one after another, and those trees that were still small were directly broken and thrown away!

And Mo Jun's body was cut out of the Dao scars under this violent spiritual pressure, and the whole person rose directly from the ground, and was brutally rushed up by the spiritual pressure. Fortunately, seeing this, Shigekuni Yamamoto rushed directly to Mo Jun's side in an instant, and used his thick arms to fish Mo Jun out of the surging spiritual pressure flow, otherwise I am afraid that looking at the posture of this spirit pressure flow, I am afraid that Mo Jun can be directly cut into pulp!

Shigekuni Yamamoto casually carried Mo Jun, who was covered in blood and unconscious, and frowned slightly as he looked at the spiritual pressure flow that had been rushing out for more than 300 meters before gradually disappearing. This level of spiritual pressure flow will be slightly injured even if you bump into it defenselessly, and maybe you can scratch some of the epidermis from yourself, but even so, it is rare for a little ghost of this level.

Shigekuni Yamamoto retracted his gaze and carefully examined Mo Jun. After discovering that this guy had no spiritual pressure left and no other serious trauma except for a little more blood, he directly threw Mo Jun into Jing Le's arms and said, "That's all for today, wake him up, and then you guys go." After speaking, he walked into the dojo without looking back, and directly closed the wooden door and walked away.

Jing Le hugged Mo Jun's body and blinked a little dazedly, and the whole person immediately became decadent, and complained obviously with some dissatisfaction: "Ah, the teacher is still like this, can't you just wake up this guy directly? ”

Floating bamboo smiled helplessly when he heard this: "Anyway, let's put him down first, you can't just leave it alone." ”

"Ah, this guy really doesn't worry about it for a day, and the teacher can't deal with it directly? Jingle complained impatiently, and at the same time found a flat ground and carefully put Mo Jun down.

Fuzhu looked at Jingle's arrogant behavior, shook his head helplessly, squatted down and carefully examined Mo Jun's body, and then looked at a person among the people who looked gentle and steady, pale and handsome, and said, "Cangchun, you can also help." His injuries weren't too serious but they were troublesome, and his spiritual pressure seemed to be drained, so I might have some difficulty alone. ”

The young man named Cangchun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then nodded slightly, walked to Mo Jun's side, squatted down, and released himself with some caution. Seeing this, Ukitake also smiled slightly, and skillfully used the reply.

Mo Jun's injuries were not too serious, and he would be in a coma entirely because his spiritual pressure was released, and the feeling as if the whole person had been drained in an instant directly caused him to enter a coma. So under the treatment of the two, Mo Jun, whose spiritual pressure was replenished, soon woke up.

Mo Jun opened his eyes with great difficulty, and there were bursts of hot pain from his body. Subconsciously wanted to sit up, but there was a sense of weakness that penetrated deep into the soul, so he just struggled like a salted fish on the ground.

"Ahem—" The thrust of the wound caused him to cough in pain, and then he saw a large face with obvious impatience appear in front of him.

"You troublesome creature has finally woken up, and I thought you were planning to reincarnate, and I was about to find someone to have a drink or something to celebrate. Jing Le mocked Mo Jun with a pity on his face.

Mo Jun grinned, took a deep breath, and made a painful expression and countered: "I originally planned to do the same, but before I could go down to Huangquan, I smelled a suffocating bad breath, which scared me and ran back directly." When I woke up, it turned out to be you, and it was no wonder. ”

"Cut, you bastard, forget it and let you go this time. Jingle seemed to pout a little unwillingly, don't look over. Seeing this, Mo Jun pulled the corners of his mouth, and wanted to say something more, but he coughed painfully for a while.

Seeing this, Ukitake also smiled helplessly, and said, "Well, you first gather your spirit to recover your state, your current body is still too weak." ”

Jing Le also pouted and said: "That's it, if you get into trouble and put on this appearance, I'm still waiting for when you will recover so that I can calculate the amount of punishment I will be punished with you." After saying that, he walked straight to the side of the crowd and whispered to the people around him.

Seeing this, the corners of Mo Jun's mouth curled slightly, and his heart warmed slightly. Really, a rough guy can't be cute even if he is arrogant.

Thinking like this, Mo Jun gently closed his eyes and lightly conditioned his body.