The third officer of the eleventh team, a corner of the spotted eye.

Advocating combat and following the creed of the strong.

In his dictionary, there is never a word for defeat without a fight.

On the vicious bald head, the corners of his mouth were torn apart, showing white teeth, revealing an expression like that of a beast.

"This captain of the Jiuban team, I won't be easily captured!"

The wild spiritual pressure raged, like a storm, swept backwards on the grass, causing countless grass clippings to fly and dust to rise.

Madara obviously didn't understand the assessment battle in the dojo before.

Therefore, he has no idea about the strength of the wind at all.

So much so that after Sufeng issued an arrest warrant for him, this guy still delusionally wanted to fight to fight.

"Can I assume you're resisting arrest?"

Su Feng pulled out his right hand in the feather weaving, and slightly restrained his lazy state.

"What does the captain think?"

Madara grinned as he raised the shallow blow in the scabbard.

"If you're strong enough, you'll be able to arrest me."

Looked at.

The eleventh team members behind him also began to laugh wildly.

"Haha, Madarame-sama, give this little brother some color."

"The gate of the 11th team is our face, don't let this guy go!"

"Slaughter this guy and make him regret it for the rest of his life!"

It's like a group of demons dancing.

Rukawa Teng trembled, completely suppressed by the other party, and even subconsciously hid behind Su Feng.

Of course.

And he is not to blame for that.

In the Kuban team, Rukawa Fuji is only a civilian personnel, and his combat effectiveness is quite limited.

He came to the eleventh team house as if the white rabbit had broken into the nest of a hungry tiger.

Not being scared to death on the spot, it is already considered amazingly courageous.

On the other hand, Su Feng was still as indifferent as ever, his expression was calm, and there was no change in the slightest.

"Rukawa Fuji, make another note."

"The 11th team is lawless and has no respect for the captain."

Rukawa Fuji shuddered, didn't dare to say anything, just took out a pen and paper with some trembling and carefully recorded it on the file.

"Huh?" The red demonic eyeshadow in the corner of Madara provoked, and said disdainfully, "Respect, it's for the strong." ”

"If you're strong enough, you'll naturally earn our respect."

He pointed at Su Feng with a scabbard equipped with a shallow beat: "Now let's calculate the account of the destruction of the gate of the team house!" ”

Rumble!

Madara bent his legs, and the whole person went straight to the wind like a cannonball.

The sinister smile on the vicious face was accompanied by the spiritual pressure of materialization.

The main thing is that it is a menacing momentum.

Facing the corner of the spotted eyes like a demon, the wind traced his eyes slightly, and faced him directly.

The shallow blow slashed down, and the air was cut in an instant, heading straight for the opponent's door.

"Thirty-Nine Round Gate Fan."

Tracing the wind had no intention of dodging at all, and with a light opening of his lips and teeth, he released the thirty-ninth binding path.

The circular shield was very cleverly timed to resist the shallow blow, bursting with several brilliant sparks.

It's just that if you simply level A, with the strength of Madara, it is not enough to cut through the defense of the round gate fan.

Even if it's a broken chant, it's the same.

Caught off guard, the huge anti-shock force almost bounced off the corner of Madara.

"Ghost Road ......"

He stared at the circular shield in front of him and bared his teeth, "Uncle Ben hates this kind of opponent the most." ”

Because of the team style of the Eleventh First Team, most of the team members are direct attack type slashing knives, and they are naturally not very good at ghosts.

In addition, the new Kenpachi is a complete ghost idiot.

This kind of team style also has a tendency to intensify.

"It doesn't matter." Su Feng said calmly, "I will convince you." ”

As its spiritual pressure was removed, the circular gate fan turned into a spiritual child and merged into the atmosphere.

He didn't even pull out his sword, and attacked Madara with his bare hands.

I saw the wind tracing his footsteps forward, and disappeared in place in an instant.

At this moment, the vigilance in the corner of the spotted eyes was great, and the sense of danger in his heart spontaneously arose.

Shallow back defense, sideways in front of you.

White Fighting Technique: Sleeve Car.

The right arm bent and missed the sharp shallow blow at an extremely strange angle, landing on the opponent's face without warning.

Madara only felt that his eyes were dark, and the shock almost filled his heart.

Before he could react, he heard a calm voice sound.

"Rough tricks, unstructured fighting style, like a beast ......"

Su Feng's right hand covered the face of Madara, and the spiritual pressure exploded, instantly suppressing it completely.

"As the third seat of the combat team, it's just that."

The words fell, and only a popping sound could be heard.

Bang!!

The power of his right hand exploded, and he slammed the corner of Madara into the grass, directly smashing a deep pit.

The ground is cracked layer by layer, and the spider web-like lines are densely covered, and it is all messy.

In the team building of the 11th team, there was only a dead silence.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, staring at everything that was happening in front of them, only to feel their scalps tingle and their heads to be blank.

In a panic, they even forgot to breathe.

It wasn't until their faces turned red that the group of Reaper soldiers reacted.

With the sound of swallowing saliva, the deathly silence was broken.

"What the hell, what's going on?!"

"Madara-sama... Defeated!? ”

"Impossible, it must be an illusion, how can it be ......"

It's not that they can't accept the defeat of Madara, but they can't accept this unilateral ravage, which is powerless.

From beginning to end, Madara only cut two knives at the corner.

A knife slashed at the round gate fan, but it had no effect.

A knife back to defense, and even the corners of the opponent's clothes were not touched.

The whole person was swept to the grass without dignity, and smashed out a huge pit within a range of several meters.

Even Rukawa Fuji, who followed the wind, looked at the changes in front of him with a stunned expression.

Although he believed that Su Feng would win, it was too clean, right?

It's completely crushed!

The strength of this new captain is really too strong!

Rukawa Fuji's eyes lit up, and his expression became increasingly excited.

But the wind is still calm, without the slightest mood swing.

In his opinion, this unfolding is just a matter of course.

You know, his white fighting skills are in the ninth dan.

In this field alone, looking at the entire Corpse Soul Realm, how many are stronger than him?

Even the four maple courtyards that are the best at white fighting, one and six car fists.

Su Feng is also confident enough to crush the two of them in all directions in terms of white fighting skills.

Not to mention the corner of the spot.

"The fourth rope of the bound path."

With the flick of his fingers, a rope-like cable of light made of Lingzi flew out, tying up the corner of Madara on the ground in an instant.

"Rukawa Fuji, take this guy away."

Just when Rukawa Fuji looked excited, the fox and the fake tiger stepped forward to make a move.

Among the onlookers of the Grim Reaper squad, someone suddenly mustered up the courage and said:

"You, you can't just take away Madara Sanxi-sama......"

Su Feng raised his eyebrows, looked at it, and nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

"I almost forgot about them."

He glanced sideways at Rukawa Fuji beside him and ordered, "Take all the most lawless ones with you." ”

Sergeant of the 11th Team: "??? ”