What is the difference between a king and a mount?

Instinctive?

Sufeng has a completely different view on this.

True.

Fight non-stop, pursue power, and mercilessly crush your enemies with a thousand cuts...... Such is the absolute desire to fight.

Peel off one's own skin, cut off one's own flesh, smash bones to the depths of the nerves, etched in the primitive hierarchy, an incomparably penetrating killing reaction.

This is called instinct.

But this is only true in a very few special cases.

Whether it's Kenpachi or the future half-blood, the existence of the two is irreproducible.

If someone really tries to imitate them, they will only lose what belongs to them like Madara Corner.

Rationality is the only way to control yourself.

Su Feng's gaze and words plunged the corner of Madara, who was in prison, into deep self-doubt.

Long.

He raised his shiny head, stared straight at Su Feng, and asked word by word:

"What are you doing this for......"

"What the hell!"

The hoarse sound was like sandpaper rubbing against gravel.

After these words, it undoubtedly brought a lot of impact to the corner of Madara.

"It's just trying to break down your mental defenses."

Su Feng was very calm, "If you don't do this, it will take a little effort to make a fanatic like you confess." ”

Before that, he had already received a report from Rukawa Fuji.

This guy didn't think that what he had done before had violated the laws of the Corpse Soul Realm.

Refusing to admit his guilt.

"You ...... guy"

Madara gritted his teeth and made a creaking sound, and his expression became vicious again.

"Don't want me to confess my sins in this way!"

Su Feng didn't speak, just looked directly at the other party with a calm gaze.

Under this gaze, Madara only felt as if he had no secrets, and his psychological defense line became more and more broken until it completely collapsed.

"Where's the dossier?"

Although he still looked vicious, he seemed to have lost his previous momentum.

I have to say.

The previous words are still of great use.

The Grim Reaper soldiers in the prison were duly presented, recording the dossier of the crime in the corner of the spot.

Forthwith.

He wrote his name crookedly in a rather awkward gesture.

A corner of the spot.

"Well, it's ugly."

Su Feng commented, "Before practicing, you should first go to Captain Aizen to practice calligraphy. ”

The corners of the eyes bared his teeth, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and the ferocity was self-evident.

Su Feng motioned to the jailer, the Grim Reaper, to put away the file.

This thing is of little use for his self-discipline tasks.

Su Feng only wanted to start a good start and announce the arrival of the age of innocence to the many sinners in the Corpse Soul Realm.

That's all.

…………

Meanwhile.

11 team building, the largest training room.

Dozens of Grim Reaper soldiers gathered here, and the gloomy atmosphere was completely different from what it used to be.

The faces of those fierce and murderous soldiers were full of sorrow, as if they had been beaten.

And in the center of these people, a figure that was out of place with the eleventh team sat cross-legged on the wooden floor.

He has short dark purple hair, a unique feather ornament on his right eye, and a delicate face with smooth skin and a faint luster.

If you ignore its gender, it may attract countless men to stop by it.

The fifth seat of the eleventh team, one of the few friends in the corner of the spot.

Ayase River bow pro.

At the same time, he is also the most rational person in the current eleventh team, provided that he does not touch its taboos.

At this time, he was also frowning, staring at the few people in front of him.

The domineering momentum almost overwhelmed them.

Although it is only the fifth seat, its real strength is not inferior to the corner of the third seat at all, and even if it is mastered, it will be surpassed.

This also made a considerable number of people in the 11th team very afraid of this officer.

"So, I'm just on a mission for a few days."

Ayasegawa Yukin's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face revealed a bit of viciousness:

"That guy in the corner was arrested by the people of the Ninth Team?"

The oppression of gaze and momentum gradually made it difficult for the leaders to bear.

"I'm very sorry, Gong Kiss Wuxi."

Several people fell to their knees in unison, their foreheads pressed against the ground.

"The one who shot is the new captain of the Jiuban team, Tsunaya Sufeng."

"Lord Kakuka, he's not an opponent at all!"

Several people spoke in unison, as if recalling the battle of that day, and there was a hint of fear on their fierce faces.

"Extremely strong spiritual pressure!"

"Uncatchable figures!"

"Break the round gate fan that sings!"

"Clean and neat white fighting skills!"

From their words, Ayasegawa Bow simulated the process of battle in his mind, and his face became more and more solemn.

As a friend of Madara's corner, no one knows his strength better than him.

Although it is still slightly insufficient, it has also tried a few times, and it only needs to cultivate for a while before it can successfully achieve the swastika achievement.

Once you master the swastika, it is a standard captain-level combat power.

But even so, when facing the new captain of the Jiuban team, he had no power to fight back, and the other party didn't even use the slashing knife.

The gap, is it so scary?

As he pondered, a rough, hoarse voice broke the dead silence in the training room.

"So, was Madara defeated head-on by the captain of the Kuban team?"

The door opened, and a burly figure stepped into it, looking around at everyone's expressions.

On his demonic countenance, a scar runs through his left eye, from his forehead to his chin, and his right eye is obscured by a black blindfold.

The thick hair is wrapped around bells and tied into a hedgehog-like hairstyle.

The white captain feather weaving was cut into a jagged shape at the sleeves and hem, adding a bit of ferocity to it.

The captain of the eleventh team, the eleventh generation Kenpachi, is like a demon-like existence.

Kenpachi!

"I didn't expect that it was just a trip, and another strong man actually appeared in the Lingling Court."

He carried the slashing knife wrapped in a white bandage, and his gaze fell on everyone like a beast.

Enthusiasm, euphoria, and ......

Craving!

"It's exciting!"

Kenpachi grinned, and Sen Ran's white teeth gave people a chill.

"The strong man who crushes Madara should be able to let me enjoy the fun of fighting, right?"

"I hope you don't be like that idiot in Ghost Yan City, you can't have fun at all!"

Everyone was intimidated by its momentum, and the cold sweat soaked through the death tyrant's suit, and they didn't dare to make a sound at all, and even subconsciously held their breath.

It's been a while since Kenpachi became the captain of Team Eleven.

But the crowd was still afraid.

Ayasegawa spread out his hands and said to himself helplessly: "I hope this matter will not develop to the point where it is out of control......"