Looking at the terrifying scene in front of them, the captains couldn't help but be amazed.

Countless sharp blades covered the wind like a torrential rain, threatening to swallow it up.

But when its spiritual pressure erupted, it was all blocked by the materialized pillar of light, and there was no deterrence at all.

Even Dongxian was shocked by the scene in front of him, and an unbelievable look appeared on his face under the mask.

No one knows better than him the destructive power of this red locust.

Even if it is a great void of the Achukas level, his limbs and even his body will be cut off.

Its proud steel skin is as fragile as paper under countless sharp blades.

This is something that Dongxian wants to try for himself.

However, in front of the materialized spiritual pressure pillar of the wind, it was useless......

"Oh, it's scary!"

Jingle Chunshui held the grass roots that he didn't know where to dig out, and muttered vaguely, "With such a level of spiritual pressure, it has already reached the level of the captain!" ”

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, obviously extremely surprised by Su Feng's performance.

As one of the veteran captains of the Corpse Soul Realm, Jingle Chunshui has seen many extremely talented Grim Reapers.

But they don't seem to be on the same level at all compared to the wind in the dojo.

Even the one who joined the Rotten Wood family before was the same.

You must know that it has only been three years since Su Feng graduated from the Mao Spiritual Academy.

This is not the case with the old captains, not to mention the new captains.

The petite and delicate face of the broken bee was full of solemnity, and his fierce gaze was firmly locked on Su Feng's body.

Even Aizen was full of shocked and appreciative expressions, which didn't seem to be fake at all.

Only Komamura Left Formation was wearing a mask, so he couldn't tell the change in his expression for a while.

Dongxian wanted to strike with all his strength to no avail, and countless sharp blades fell to the dilapidated dojo one after another under the agitation of the materialized spiritual pressure, buried between the rubble and dust.

Su Feng holds the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and caresses the blade with his left hand, and the corrugated aperture ripples around it.

For Dongxian Yao's strength, he was already roughly aware of it.

Now is the perfect time to end this fight.

As he said earlier.

This battle is over.

Dong Xian wanted to perceive the wind tracing not far away with spiritual pressure, and he was vigilant in his heart, even if he condensed his spiritual pressure at a more rapid speed.

The same huge pillar of light once again filled the dojo.

The already messy site was directly crushed into powder.

But at the height of its vigilance.

Standing in place, the wind is like a bubble, shattered and eliminated in the wind.

"When will it ......"

Dong Xian was about to be shocked suddenly, Ling Ren's blade was already approaching in front of him at some point.

On the bright white blade, there is a wind.

The instantaneous speed of the wind tracing was so fast that it even surpassed the spiritual pressure perception of Dong Xianyao.

When he saw this scene, Broken Bee's eyes widened even more subconsciously, and a look of disbelief flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"The secret footwork of the Sifeng Yuan family?!"

The instantaneous stepping skills displayed by Tracing the Wind reminded her of the object she once admired.

"Is this the case?"

Jingle Chunshui scratched the stubble on his chin and said thoughtfully, "If I'm not mistaken......"

"It shouldn't be difficult to obtain the cultivation method of the Hidden Footwork as the Three Seats of Wind Tracing the Wind."

With his reminder, Broken Bee realized that the wind-like figure in the dojo was the chief heir of the Tsunayo family, the head of the five nobles.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth a little unwillingly.

For someone's farewell back then, Broken Bee is still difficult to let go.

Just as the two were communicating, the blade of the wind had already torn through the spiritual pressure protection of Dongxian Yao.

Dongxian looked solemn and raised his knife in his backhand, trying to resist this attack.

But something unexpected happened to him again.

Su Feng's figure disappeared in front of him again, and the knife that Dong Xian wanted only shattered an afterimage.

"Three of the Four Maples: Empty Cicada."

An indifferent voice appeared behind Dong Xianyao at some point, and Su Feng slowly returned to the sheath with the slashing knife in his hand.

Click.

The slight clash of blades and scabbards sounded the final note of the battle.

Poof—

Everyone looked at Dongxian Yao in astonishment, only to see a huge crack on his death tyrant's suit.

The sound of the cloth tearing and the sound of flesh and blood splitting merged, spewing out blood stains as gorgeous as flowers!

Dongxian was about to stumble under his feet, and then fell to his knees, and the momentum of the whole person instantly fell.

On the other hand, looking at the wind tracing the wind, it is still an indifferent state.

It's as if the person who fought just now wasn't him.

Even the expensive aristocratic clothes were not stained with any dust.

The difference in strength between the two can be seen.

In this regard, there is no surprise in Sufeng.

You know, he's an almost all-round player in addition to spiritual pressure.

In the face of Dongxian, who has not yet fully grown up, it is common sense to easily crush it.

Regarding the results of this battle for the assessment of the captain's position, the onlookers were not too surprised.

After all.

The name of the genius of the wind has been thoroughly displayed as early as when he joined the team.

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's slightly closed eyes also slowly opened, staring at the wind not far away, and announced in a deep voice:

"The battle of assessment is over, and the winner is Tsunaya's retrospective wind."

The captains nodded in agreement, acknowledging the outcome of the battle.

Only when Aizen looked at the dojo, a trace of imperceptible regret flashed in his eyes.

Immediately.

He looked at the wind with gentle eyes, as if to congratulate him.

As if sensing Aizen's gaze, Sufeng responded with the same smile.

For a while, the atmosphere became very harmonious.

Soon.

The members of the fourth team, under the instruction of Kiyonosuke Yamada, were almost seriously injured and Tosen was taken out of the dojo.

Looking at the injury on his chest that almost stretched across his body, even Kiyonosuke Yamada, who was used to seeing wounded people, couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"What a creepy guy......"

He glanced at the wind at his side, "For some reason, there is always a premonition that it is not good. ”

For these gazes, Su Feng didn't pay any attention to them.

However, after getting Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's acknowledgement, the system unexpectedly emitted a new prompt sound.

【Achievements On!】 】

[The captain of the self-disciplined Jiuban team! ] 】

[As the captain of the prison team, he should collect the criminals of the Corpse Soul Realm into the prison and create a harmonious Corpse Soul Realm! 】

Looking at the light curtain in front of him, the corners of Su Feng's mouth rose more and more.

He was quite satisfied with this so-called achievement task.

From today.

A self-disciplined captain of the Jiuban team was born......