"A team without a captain is really unpopular."

Tracing the wind looked at the spiritual pressure trestle under his feet, and his eyes showed dissatisfaction.

On the trestle bridge, which should have been smooth and flat, there were large and small potholes because of the lack of spiritual pressure.

Although it has little impact on walking, it is also too unsightly.

It's only been three years since the six cars of boxing west, and the ghost path enchantment has already been broken into this.

If the position of captain of the Jiuban team is a few years later, I am afraid that even the basic benefits will be withheld.

Tracing the wind has always been unafraid to guess the Lingting Court with the worst malice.

As a member of the aristocracy, he is well aware of the darkness and decay within.

When stepping onto the Spirit Pressure Trestle, the ghost path barrier closed at an unhurried pace until it returned to its original appearance.

And the wind has officially entered this small island.

As far as the eye can see, only a huge gateway stands at the foot of the mountain.

On the portal, four white stripes crisscrossed the portal, forming a sealed ghost path that covered the entire mountain.

The overall structure of the prison is very similar to the maggot nest in the second team's house, and it is essentially the latter imitating the former.

In a way, the existence of a maggot's nest is even more dangerous than that of a prison cell.

Nirvana alone already says a lot.

"Captain Windtrace!"

The Reaper soldiers guarding the entrance were heavily armed and saluted respectfully.

They were wrapped around the defensive spirit equipment developed by the Technology Development Bureau, and their bodies were light gray in color, like armor, with a faint spiritual pressure surging.

"Everyone, have worked hard, open the door of the seal." Su Feng smiled gently, as usual.

The Guardian Grim Reaper didn't even ask why, and very skillfully took out the badge of the Kuban team and poured it into it with spiritual pressure.

"The wind in the south, the clouds in the north, the thunder in the west, the sun in the east."

A slightly hoarse voice began to chant the ghost mantra:

"Dumped, cracked and blocked ......"

The badge glowed with a strong white light, and all of them poured into the huge portal in front of them.

In an instant.

The white streaks seemed to come to life, twisting wildly on them until they disappeared completely.

As the streaks disappeared, the door of the seal also made a dull opening sound.

The gears crunched and twisted, pulling the portal open to the sides.

What catches your eye is an endless staircase down, like an abyss.

The design of the prison is much stricter than the maggot's nest.

After all.

The existence of imprisonment here is a sinner who has violated the foul rules of the Lingling Court in the real sense.

Without hesitation, Sufeng stepped straight up the stairs and headed deep underground.

The depths of the prison.

The standard prison looks, with an endless corridor leading into the dark depths, flanked by cages made of special materials.

Among them, there are many unkempt and embarrassed sinners.

But more of them are the 11th team members who were just imprisoned not long ago.

And.

The third seat, a corner of the spot.

The guy had come to his senses, sitting alone in the cell, his right hand rubbing his chin, his left hand brushing his shiny head from time to time.

A look of doubt about life.

Even after a few days of thinking, Madara still couldn't understand where he lost at that time.

In terms of momentum, after a hundred battles and victories, he can be called a peerless god of war.

In terms of spiritual pressure, he thought that the two sides were almost the same.

In the instantaneous step, the two sides always maintain a synchronized posture.

Could it be, in terms of combat skills?

Madara frowned, shook his head subconsciously, and said to himself: "How is this kind of thing possible, my fighting skills have been recognized by the captain!" ”

"So, where did you lose?"

At this moment, an indifferent and gentle voice came from outside the cage:

"Mentality, Skill & ......"

"Unreserved trust in beasts like Kenhachi."

Bang!

Madara suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed the cage railing with both hands, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, and his expression became more and more vicious.

"You are not allowed to speak disrespectfully to the captain!"

As a fan brother who was defeated by Kenpachi and chose to follow him for the rest of his life, Madara still respects this captain very much in his heart.

"He's a beast, so don't put on a show like this."

Su Feng said indifferently, "Relying entirely on instinct and relying on one's own special battle, not a beast, is it still a serious death?" ”

"And ......"

"Under the leadership of Kenpachi Genba, although the team style of the 11th team is becoming more and more courageous, and the record is excellent."

"But as the third seat, have you counted the number of casualties of the 11th Brigade in recent years?"

There were faint beads of sweat squeezing out of the corner of his head.

Like the previous Sufeng, he basically doesn't manage the affairs of the team, and usually leaves it to his friend Ayasegawa Yukina to handle and solve it.

"Compared to when Gosuke and the previous generation Kenpachi were the captains, the number of casualties has more than tripled."

"If it weren't for the addition of those fanatics on Soul Street, Team Eleven would have become the smallest team among the Thirteen Guardian Teams."

"Of course, Ghost Yan Cheng is an undoubted fool."

When it comes to the history of Team Eleven, he talks about it as if he was one of them.

"Triple casualties ......"

Cold sweat slid down the braised egg-like head, and the corner of Madara looked a little more nervous.

He is very affectionate and cares about every member of the team equally.

This number undoubtedly pierced his heart.

"But......" Madara raised his head, looking directly at Su Feng unwillingly, "As the eleventh team fighting on the front line, casualties are inevitable. ”

"Captain Shogi, every time he fights, he also rushes to the front line."

Hearing this, he shook his head and said seriously: "So, did you notice what I just said?" ”

"Gengmu himself is a beast, don't look at this guy with the eyes of a normal person."

"The way he fights, not for anyone but him."

"You're deliberately imitating Kenpachi Sagi, and that's the main reason why you lost the fight."

Cold sweat soaked the corner of the Death Lord's suit, his eyes widened, bloodshot and his mind kept flashing back to years of fighting.

As Sukaze said, he's been deliberately trying to imitate his fighting style ever since he was defeated by Kenpachi in Soul Street.

The already crazy fighting posture turned into a mad demon, doing everything he could to defeat the enemy.

Every time you fight, you will be scarred.

Seeing this, Su Feng shook his head, and his gaze at the corner of the eyes also carried a bit of pity:

"If you rely on instinct alone, you can win the battle......"

"Isn't the countless schools in the Corpse Soul Realm a big joke?"