The crisp sound of insects echoed, oscillating between the eardrums of the wind, like a drill, tearing deeper and harder.

The sound wave is substantial, if the ripple is general, with the East Immortal as the center, rippling out.

In just a moment, the wind was completely enveloped.

The spiritual pressure burst out, setting off the momentum of the wind, and swept over the dojo.

The transition from silence to noise was only a moment.

The sudden beginning of the solution made the onlookers look surprised, and at the same time showed a natural expression of surprise.

Although Dongxian is only the fifth official, he has also shown amazing talent.

Long before joining the Thirteenth Team of the Imperial Court, he had already mastered the true name of the Slashing Sword, and had shown many inceptions in battle.

Otherwise, he would not be listed as one of the candidates for captaincy.

The sound waves oscillate, covering the whole body of the wind.

The spiritual pressure rolls backwards, whistling in all directions.

In the face of this stressful Qingworm Style, Su Feng did not pay attention to it.

If it was Dongxian who had grown up thoroughly, he might still care a little.

But the current Dongxian is just a stepping stone for him to step into a higher realm.

"Breaking the Path Sixty-Three: Thunder Roar Cannon."

Su Feng's left hand is raised horizontally, his lips and teeth are lightly opened, and the spiritual pressure is condensed in the palm of his hand.

The brilliant golden light bloomed in an instant, like a blazing sun.

The Grim Reaper soldiers who were watching from a distance subconsciously stretched out their hands to cover it.

Bang!

The furious thunder suppressed the humming sound of insects, and under the control of Su Feng, a burst of thunder tore through the air and headed straight for Dongxian.

Above the dojo, there is a dazzling light.

Caught off guard, Dongxian only had time to stand sideways in front of him with a slashing sword.

The golden lightning burst into the blade, knocking it back more than a few steps.

Seeing this, the captains' expressions were even more surprised.

"It's surprising that the Broken Chant can be so powerful."

The surprise on Lan Zhan's face didn't seem to be fake, "Maybe compared to the Thirteenth Team of the Protector Court, the three seats of the Wind Trace are more suitable for the ghosts." ”

"Don't jump to conclusions, Captain Aizen."

I don't know when, Jingle Chunshui's hat has moved to the top of his sight, and a pair of cynical eyes are also staying on the dojo.

"Perhaps, he has more amazing achievements in other fields."

"Ahem, ahem." Ukitake Shishiro coughed and accosted, "After all, this is the three seats of the Wind Trace, which is known as the genius god of death." ”

The battle in the dojo and the discussions of the subordinates around him did not make the expression of Yamamoto Motoyanagisai, as the chief captain, change in the slightest.

He stared silently ahead, and he couldn't see the slightest thought in the depths of Furui Wubo's eyes.

Maybe for him.

This level of combat is just a child's play.

No matter how you say it, it is also an existence that has experienced many wars, the strongest death god in the corpse soul world.

The light faded.

Su Feng stared ahead, but his raised left hand did not let go.

"Thirty-Nine Round Gate Fan."

"Breaking the Path of the Thirty-Three: Falling Fire!"

The two voices rang out almost simultaneously, and the pale flames whistled in the receding light, heading straight for the wind.

As if expected, the spiritual pressure condensed in front of Su Feng's body, turning into a circular shield, just to protect the Canghuo Pendant from the outside.

The evenly matched collision disappeared in an instant.

Dongxian Yao took advantage of this momentum, and approached again in an instant, and the slashing knife slashed straight down at a strange angle.

Bite!

Gold and iron are intertwined, and sparks are flying.

The two once again engaged in a fierce battle in close combat.

However.

Compared to the relaxed state of Tracing the wind, a layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed from Dong Xianyao's forehead, almost blending into the bone mask.

Gap.

A gap that can't be ignored!

No one could understand the shock and incomprehension in Dongxian's heart at this time.

Every time I swung the knife, it was like slashing on a heavy mountain.

Useless not to say.

The force of the shock alone had already made his arm numb and difficult to control.

Before today, Dong Xian Yao had imagined the battle between the two countless times, and even rehearsed the details of the battle countless times in his mind.

But until the real pair of the wind is traced.

He realized how outrageous he was wrong.

When, when, when!

The speed at which he swung his sword became more and more astonishing, and various schools of kendo were also displayed under his hands.

Flying Sword Stream, Dance of the Three Days and Moon, One Hundred Eight Troubles ......

The gorgeous kendo school made Dongxian feel a lot of pressure, but it also shocked the eyeballs.

For an ordinary god of death, mastering two or three kendo schools is already incredible.

On the other hand, from the beginning of the battle to the present, the kendo genre it shows has never been repeated!

This amazing kendo attainment is even above all the captains.

And that's what it leads to.

A certain gentle captain of the fourth team, there is already a moving light in his beautiful eyes.

"What an exciting battle......

The slightly muffled voice, suppressed by the aftermath of the interlacing of gold and iron, did not even attract the attention of others.

Only the captain of the ancient well, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai, who had been unwavering, subconsciously looked at the gentle woman not far from his side.

No one in the room knew the captain of the fourth team better than him.

As the first Kenpachi, Uno Hanari once boasted that he had mastered all the genres in the world.

Now that she sees another existence whose kendo attainments are not weaker than her own, how can she not see Hunting Heart's joy?

on the dojo.

The intricate sword light bursts out and intertwines, painting a delicate picture.

Dongxian wanted to retreat again and again under the suppression of Su Feng, and was completely regarded as a practice object for smelting his own kendo.

It wasn't until Su Feng's sword path became more and more exquisite that he was also aware of this.

Thinking of this, Dong Xianyao's face couldn't help but show a trace of gloom.

"There is a price to pay for underestimating others." A low voice rang out from under the bone mask.

When the words fell, Dongxian was going to break out again.

A pillar of light burst into the sky, occupying the sky of the dojo.

The majestic force spread across the blade, briefly forcing back Su Feng and disrupting the rhythm of his kendo.

"Insect Cleansing Style: Red Locust!"

Dongxian wanted to raise his arm suddenly, and the slashing knife slashed horizontally.

Quick as a wink.

Razor-sharp blades swarmed out like a rainstorm, blocking all possible dodging by the wind.

Thundered!!

The stone slabs shattered, the ground collapsed, and suddenly a vast cloud of dust tens of meters high was raised.

With just one attack, the entire dojo was completely reduced to ruins.

If it weren't for the blockade of the ghost path enchantment, it would even affect the Death Squad members who were watching the battle.

Dust filled the sky, blocking the view of onlookers.

Just when they thought that the wind was more than auspicious, an even more terrifying spirit pressure erupted in the dust.

A roaring pillar of light engulfed all obstructions, revealing the figure within.

An indifferent voice came out from the materialized spiritual pressure, and Su Feng held the sword in one hand, calmly staring ahead.

"That's it, Dongxian five seats ......"