"King's Landing! Flesh masks, Vientiane, wing-flapping, human-like things! Scorching heat and strife, turning south across the sea, moving forward! ”

"Broken Path Thirty-One: Red Artillery!"

Maeda sang with a straight face, and the spiritual pressure around him was like boiling water.

Flames erupted from the palms of his hands, red artillery was released, and the targets on the training ground were instantly shattered.

It was completely blocked, and the target became an untraceable powder.

Maeda snorted lightly, then turned his head very proudly, "This is Broken Road Thirty-One." ”

Dao San, who was resting on the side, also nodded secretly, this red artillery was used very brilliantly.

Seeing that he knew that the ghost dao ability shown by Maeda was a ghost dao instructor of the Mao Spiritual Academy, holding a handle in his hand.

Maybe he can win?

But when Da Maeda turned around, the six female students were staring at the third captain of Dao without blinking, and the whole person was really Bengbu.

Big sisters, you want to die.

After all, you have to take care of the influence, and you can't tell them that they spent more than 20,000 rings each, and they want to go to the ring to help the audience commit suicide.

The ghost path suicide meeting, you can't even use the red artillery, you can't, and you still have the heart to look at others, so you just commit suicide in advance.

With his big eyes, why did he choose them?

Among them, there were two cute girls, and they were soft-hearted and asked for 3,000 less.

Really, if time could be turned back, I must,

Add money!

The team is divided into two groups, the "zero-based" suicide squad of the ghost path is the foundation of the foundation explained by Omaeda, and the advanced ghost path explained by Yin Shiqixu.

It's not that Dao San wants to touch fish, it's just that Dao San himself has no experience in cultivating ghost paths.

He practiced the ghost way, relying on the horse step training method of the big brother of the rock eagle, although he himself thought it was very effective, but the promotion of the third three times was challenged.

After a morning of training, Maeda sat weakly beside Daosan, although everyone was gone, but he still had to have a good relationship with Daosan's boss, and when the time came, bury these female players with himself, so that he could have a companion.

"Captain Daosan, eh."

A female team member used extremely clumsy acting skills, mixed her left foot with her right foot, stepped on her left foot again, and then pounced on Dao San on the ground.

As a result, the performance was too devoted, and before Dao San could react, the forehead of the female god of death had already slammed firmly on the ground.

The female companion next to her paid no attention to the loser who fell to the ground, and even secretly stepped on her.

"Captain Daosan, can you teach us?"

What to teach?

Horse step training?

Dao San was really interested.

"Hey, Dao Third Brother, are you popular?" A hearty voice, with an intermittent smell of alcohol, came to Daosan's side.

Without Zhibo's single-minded restraint, no, the act of sharing alcohol, and now the day of Ranju is either drinking or on the way to drinking.

At this time, his face was also red, shaking his head and shaking his head to shake the wine bottle.

Drink it, you.

Matsumoto Ranju must have a certain level of ghost path, but it includes Michizo's understanding of her, as well as the second team's information about Ranju.

Matsumoto Ranju's ghost path level can only be said to be above the middle level of the vice-captain, and this kind of strength is not absolutely safe in this evil killing club.

"Sister Ranju."

Although Dao San was embarrassed to choose the second team at this time, Dao San still spoke, wanting Ranju to pay attention to this matter.

"Huh?"

Ranju stretched out his arm and sandwiched Dao San under his armpit, although he was already seven points drunk, but Ranju subconsciously remembered that he couldn't pour wine on Dao San's younger brother.

Glancing vaguely at the gods of death who were still in the dark, Dao San quietly stuffed the scroll to Ranju.

"I'll see...... What? So dangerous? ”

In previous ghost exchange meetings, the ghost road chief led one or two vice-captain-level grim reapers.

The ghost chief is really going to perform and communicate,

Ranju's wine strength immediately dropped by three points, and then for the first time, he thought that Zhibo was bent on doing bad things, and then the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

"Then we have to drink more." Ranju's light silver eyes blinked, licking his lips, like a greedy kitten.

"Huh? Dao San was speechless, just an ordinary expression. ”

"Yes, there are no new expressions from the three major people of the Dao Dao today."

"Dao Daren, can you demonstrate the ghost Dao? The demonstration of the three seats of Maeda is not very standard. "A female grim reaper with her chin in her hands.

Am I not very standard?

Maeda pointed to his big face speechlessly.

Even Yin Shi Qixu of the advanced group, looking at the people who were full of stars but had no intention of cultivating, was already speechless at this time.

Although she was willing to obey, she also agreed to sacrifice.

But Qixu still can't understand why the head of the Beijing Band sent himself to accompany these boring love brains.

Looking at the female god of death, with the eyes of hope, Dao San also sighed.

Although he also chased ducks to the shelves, they were involved in this whirlpool, and it was far-fetched to say that Hanyu Michizo couldn't get out of touch.

Dao San got up, and when he came to several people in an instant, the shadow behind him had not disappeared, and Dao San had already come to several people.

Naturally, there was an exclamation, accompanied by the incessant sound of "Kaka", Dao San never dreamed that their speed of pressing the shutter was actually faster than Dao San's own instantaneous speed.

"Next, I'll give you the Fourth Breaking Path, White Thunder."

The female Grim Reaper stared at Hanyu Michizo.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, Dao San stretched out two fingers and pointed at a clearing.

"Breaking the Path IV: White Thunder."

The Grim Reaper, who is in charge of taking pictures, has his eyes on the camera.

The other fans didn't blink their eyes, and they even forgot to breathe.

But for a moment, nothing happened.

Well?

The Grim Reapers, shaking their heads and staring at each other in confusion.

And Dao San was at a loss.

He couldn't feel it.

Before Dao San raised his hand, he had an inexplicable feeling, as if there was something intangible, wrapped around Dao San's soul.

Instead of chanting, he will be able to perform ghost ways.

Why?

This kind of strange thing has been studied by Sorazuru, Isshin, and even the dean of the academy, Captain Yamamoto, and even discussed it privately with Michizo.

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Dao San couldn't say it.

But every time Dao San casts the ghost way, he will feel an inexplicable aura that is helping him.

It's not itself, it's like the energy of this world is helping Dao San mobilize this ghost power.

But.

Now, that feeling is gone.

The things that have always been owned are small, and even Dao San is a little uncomfortable in his heart at this time.

"What's wrong? Acting Captain of the Path. The most attentive Qixu noticed the strangeness of Daosan.

"No ......"

Taking a deep breath, Dao San opened his mouth and chanted, "King's Landing! Mask of Flesh ......"

Red artillery is the ghost path that Dao San is best at.

And with the chanting of the inverted three, Maeda's jaw dropped in shock, and Ranju also put down the wine bottle in his hand.

Those close to them all know that Dao San performs ghost ways and never sings.

After chanting, the firelight converged in his palm, and the surrounding spiritual pressure began to form a vortex, which was terrifying.

The strength of the three deputy captains of Ranju, Qixu, and Damaeda is very serious at this time, and this kind of spiritual pressure has far exceeded the level of red artillery.

Moreover, the red artillery in the palm of the third hand is very unstable.

The three of them did not act immediately out of trust in Daosan, while the rest of the female god of death squeaked excitedly when they felt the majestic spiritual pressure.

"Peng!" With a bang, along with the distortion and spread of the spiritual pressure, the fireball of the red cannon exploded in Dao San's palm.