The sound of bamboo knife striking like a torrential rain continued to echo in the dojo.

Kiyonosuke Yamada and the others looked at the internal scene in amazement, and they subconsciously substituted themselves into it, only to feel their scalps tingling and trembling.

At the beginning, the exchange of kendo, Sufeng and Uno Hanalie, was still within their acceptable range.

The swift slash was only a few blurs.

But as time passed, the speed and strength of the two became more and more outrageous, and the intricate bamboo knife trajectories were even more connected into lines, outlining hazy light and shadow.

Even the "snapping" sound of the bamboo knife hitting was connected, describing the impact of sound waves visible to the naked eye, enveloping the dojo.

As his body moved, the wind raged, destroying the wooden floor of the dojo.

In just a short moment, the aftermath of the bamboo knife slash left the dojo in tatters, and hideous knife marks were scattered across the floor.

"Whew...... Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration......"

"I know that there is a big gap between me and the captain, but is this a bit too much?"

"Whether it's the captain or this Captain Tracer, the level of the two of them is undoubtedly at the top of the Corpse Soul Realm."

Kiyonosuke Yamada felt his eyes swell and ache a little, and he stared intently at the figure in the dojo, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the two.

But the fierce momentum and the attack that was too fast to catch made his eyes more and more overwhelmed.

until it is bloodshot and dry.

He shook his head and stopped trying, the gap in strength was too big, and forcing to keep up with the pace would only hurt himself.

Kiyonosuke Yamada still has this bit of self-knowledge.

The field presents a picture of equal strength, two blurred figures are constantly staggered in the direction, and between the strikes of bamboo knives, the crisp sound is like a symphony, constantly reverberating.

However, only Su Feng himself knew that he had now been completely suppressed by Mao Zhihualie, and had even fallen into the rhythm of the other party.

There is still a considerable gap between the 10th and 10th paragraphs.

The tenth stage of the wind is because his level is just up to standard.

However, the ten-dan kendo of Uno Hanari is because the highest kendo standard in the corpse soul realm is only ten dans.

In Su Feng's view, the so-called self-proclaimed mastery of all the genres in the world really does not contain a bit of exaggeration.

There is even a slight convergence.

To reach the realm of U no Hua Lie, creating ten hundred genres by yourself is as simple and smooth as drinking water.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, there has been no repetition of the sword she has performed at all.

And the smooth harmony between the various moves, perfect as the canopy, can not find the slightest shortcoming.

As the battle progressed, Su Feng's nerves became more and more tense, and under his full attention, his eyes seemed to be filled with wind breath.

He tries to break the rhythm of the Uno Hanari in order to grasp the direction of the battle.

But even if he used his own kendo school, the other party was still unmoved, and even responded with a variety of different genres of moves in an instant.

The angle of his swing, and even the force, are simply unheard of.

If nothing else, it should also be a genre created by Uno Hanari.

As for whether it is a daily thought, or a self-created move in battle, it is unknown.

As time passed, Uno Hualie also seemed to sense the embarrassment of the wind, and the bamboo knife in his hand deliberately slowed down a little.

Su Feng only felt that the pressure was relaxed, and the arm wielding the knife couldn't help but be a little lighter.

The rhythm returns to the two.

The bamboo knife is prioritized and urgent, and it paints a beautiful picture.

Like a sponge, Sufeng tried his best to absorb the knowledge of Kendo of Uno Hanari, and then tempered it into his own in battle.

Under the circumstance that Uno Hanari deliberately did it, his kendo level continued to improve at a speed of rapid improvement.

Kendo is one of the four basic fighting techniques of the Shinigami.

Even if it is only a small improvement, it is enough to reflect its own strength.

At this time when the improvement of strength is becoming more and more difficult, even a small change is enough to make Su Feng happy and surprised.

Realizing this, his gaze at Uno Hanari was full of fiery meaning.

It is not mixed with the enthusiasm of personal emotions, but the absolute purity of kendo.

The two looked at each other in mid-air, and the smell of burning seemed to come from the air.

Uno Hanari was pleasantly surprised to find that the captain of the Wind Tracing Captain seemed to be constantly moving closer to him, and gradually became a personality like himself.

Is there a sympathy between kendo powerhouses?

Or is it a desire to fight?

Or ......

U no Hua Lie didn't mind adding another powerhouse to the Corpse Soul Realm.

Opposite.

She desperately longs for the appearance of the strong man so that he can enjoy the fight to the fullest.

No doubt.

The appearance of the wind filled the emptiness in the depths of the heart of the flower spirit.

It was as if she had seen a piece of fine jade, which only needed a little carving to become a rare treasure.

The corners of his mouth rose more and more, and the irrepressible joy melted into the slash.

As the level of Wind Tracing Kendo has improved, his moves have been integrated into his personal style, and he is as violent as a storm.

In the dojo, it was as if a raging hurricane had set off, constantly destroying the overwhelmed floors and walls.

Uno Hanari was also immersed in it, his moves were high and fast, and at the same time, he gradually began to suppress Su Feng, instinctively bringing it into his own battle rhythm.

Click!

A dull popping sound resounded in the dojo, and countless bamboo fibers exploded in it, and the sky was full of debris like rain falling and soaking into the tattered floor.

The artistic kendo exchange is over.

The bamboo knives of the two exploded almost simultaneously, scattering debris all over the ground.

The difference is that the bamboo knife in the hand of the Uno Hanari is longer and a half, and the broom-like section falls on the neck of the wind.

The undisguised killing intent shrouded the wind, and the bone-eroding cold pierced into every pore, reaching the depths of the viscera.

Apparently.

In this hearty kendo battle, Uno Hanari couldn't suppress his true nature a little.

After a short silence, she put down the bamboo knife in her hand, and her gentle and amiable temperament returned to her body again.

"It's a satisfying kendo exchange."

A familiar smile resurfaced on Uno Hanari's face, and with the pure white kendo uniform, it reminded people of pure white orchids.

"There is no doubt about it."

"Captain Tracer's kendo level has completely stood at the top of the Corpse Soul Realm."

Speaking of this, she let out a long sigh and said slowly with the appearance of a sage:

"However, there is still a long way to go before you can truly master the way of the sword."

"If Captain Wind Tracing doesn't mind......"

Uno Hanari smiled softly: "Please come to the fourth team to communicate!" ”