Kisuke Urahara, who once served as the captain of the 12th team and director of the Technology Development Bureau, thinks he has a little experience in intelligence gathering.

If it weren't for the fact that he was busy researching and making the antidote to the void after coming to the present world, delaying the collection of intelligence, he would not be like now, completely ignorant of the rookie genius in the corpse soul realm.

Kisuke Urahara took out a folding telescope from his arms and put it in front of his eyes to look at it.

The blue and white wind lingers, the aristocratic costumes of the Tsunaya family, the stars are clamped, and the appearance is off the charts.

"Each of these elements has traces of familiarity, but together they make up a completely unknown person."

Kisuke Urahara put down his binoculars, frowned, and worked hard to gather information in his brain.

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere......"

And just as he was thinking, the confrontation between the two sides in the distance had reached its peak.

The visible two-colored air currents collided in mid-air, almost dyeing the plain into two colors of blue and purple.

Sal Apollo released his spiritual pressure to the fullest, and the rich purple swept out a narrow ray of light, spreading in all directions.

"What a wonderful taste, whether it is spiritual pressure or soul, you can be called a masterpiece."

With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he placed his right hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, "For this, I would like to pay you the highest respect, can I tell you your name for my future test subject?" ”

In the face of Sal Apollo at this stage, it is impossible to say that there is not much pressure.

And.

In terms of the degree of metamorphosis, this guy is on par with Nirvana, but due to the different worlds in which the two sides are located, there is a certain difference in the progress of scientific research.

In terms of hard power, the current Sal Apollo can put Nirvana in 365 different poses.

Looking at the entire Thirteenth Guardian Team, there are only a few who can be tough with him.

"Well, as a rare breed, it's normal to be a little arrogant."

Sal Apollo put his right hand on his chest, raised his left hand, and introduced himself:

"In that case, let's start with myself."

"The only researcher of the Void Night Palace, Vastod, Sal Apollo Grants!"

Compared with the prudence of Tracing the wind at this time, Sal Apollo is more like a superior who has the chance to win, and he does his best to show his own elegance.

As if aware of the lack of momentum, the wind sighed softly, and the light breeze was melodious, rippling above the sky, like the ripples on the surface of the lake.

"More than whom?"

"Then please listen, standing in front of you is the chief of the Tsunaya Dai family, one of the five nobles, the captain of the ninth team of the thirteenth team of the Imperial Court, the evil nemesis of the corpse soul realm, and the person who guards peace......"

"Tsunaya Tracing the Wind."

Don't lose the match, that's the most basic principle.

A string of titles were thrown out, and Sal Apollo's previous self-introduction was clearly at a disadvantage.

This made him, who was still in a sense of superiority, suddenly bored, and even looked at Su Feng's eyes with a little less love.

"It seems like a bluff, but you killed my Bellona."

Sal Apollo was halfway through his words, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already close to the wind.

"Make amends yourself!"

The five fingers wrapped in the white bones spread out and grabbed straight towards the face of the wind.

The rich purple spiritual pressure spread, and the two colors that were originally distinct were suddenly rendered and intertwined with each other.

Su Feng raised Lan Yin, raised his hand and slashed, and the crescent-shaped sword pressure formed by the wind breath flew away in an instant, heading straight for the white bone palm.

The air vibrates, blurring ripples in circles.

Sal Apollo didn't mean to dodge at all, so he continued to attack directly, looking full of confidence.

Su Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

The sword pressure was unabated, and it fell directly into the palm of the opponent's hand.

Buzz –

The strange trembling and turbulence rippled, and the invincible sword pressure could not even shatter the shell of the white bone, it was shattered in an instant, and it turned into a spirit son again and merged into the atmosphere.

Pulling away in an instant, the figure of Tracing Wind flickered, and he was instantly away from the opponent's attack.

"Huh, hahahaha!"

Sal Apollo let out a maniacal laugh, and his whole body looked like a madman, "You don't think that a single sword pressure can hurt me, do you? ”

"Self-righteous guy, I'm not on the same level as the defective product of Belona."

"If I had to use words to describe it, only 'perfect' could describe the great Sal Apollo."

"Impeccable immortality!"

The rich purple spiritual pressure instantly diffused, like a poisonous mist, covering the sky, and there was a little more strange feeling on the dim plain.

"Hey, use Belona to collect data, and then hide behind the black cavity yourself for ability analysis."

Su Feng saw through Sal Apollo's tricks at a glance, and immediately ridiculed the other party in a disdainful tone:

"This shoddy way of fighting is like a rat stealing food in the gutter."

"You who claim to be perfect are just wearing a layer of flesh and skin disguise."

Others don't know about Sal Apollo, can he still not know?

This guy is used to gathering enough information before the battle, and then analyzing it through his scientific research skills to formulate a response.

In this respect, it is surprisingly similar to Nirvana.

Perhaps this is a common problem among scientists.

Although Su Feng did not use Lan Yin to attack the Achucas, the nature of the spiritual pressure was still captured and collected by the other party.

Su Feng's words output directly stunned Sal Apollo.

He never expected that his methods would be seen through by the Grim Reaper, whom he had never met.

Moreover, an opponent who is clearly as elegant as an aristocrat would actually say such hurtful words.

A rat stealing food in the gutter, is that the word that can come out of the mouth of a normal Grim Reaper?!

"It's just a test subject, and you dare to judge the great Lord Salapollo at will?"

Sal Apollo was furious, his expression distorted, and his golden pupils shone brightly.

"You're just a rude and brainless creature of the lower class!"

The surging spiritual pressure erupted, and the purple pillar of light rose into the sky, instantly tearing open huge cracks in the thick clouds piled up in the zenith.

Seeing this, the corners of Su Feng's mouth rose, and his smile revealed a little relaxation.

In the face of such conceited, proud, and contemptuous guys, as long as the anger of the other party is aroused, then the next battle is already half won.

As for the other half......

The spiritual pressure emanating from Su Feng's body became more and more condensed, and the blue-white wind breath was also constantly condensed, and the color became deeper and deeper, gradually transitioning to dark color.

Now that the nature of spiritual pressure has been analyzed, it is enough to change the nature of another one.

The wind is invisible.

Change the nature, and naturally do as you like.

Of course, the premise of change lies in the improvement of the affinity for the spirit son.

The dark wind wraps around the wind, falling naturally like a feather weave, and the hem flutters lightly and wantonly.

This form was realized in the process of strangling the rebels after the affinity of the Lingzi increased.

He named it the Broken Wind Feather Coat.

Through the control of the wind, the spirit son and the wind breath are condensed, so as to achieve an effect similar to instantaneous coaxing, and the speed, strength, and defense will increase to a certain extent.

Of course, there are some differences in essence just like that.

Without waiting for Sal Apollo to continue his attack, Sufeng erupted in an instant, an astonishing wave of qi surging behind him.

A figure like an arrow from a string approached Sal Apollo's body in an instant.

Lan Yin, who exuded a cold glow, exuded an endless sharp wind that wrapped around the blade of the sword, and slashed down!

Under the fury of Sal Apollo, the lower half of his body suddenly divided, and several black tentacles shot out, directly meeting the force of the wind.

"It's all said, your spiritual pressure doesn't work for me!"

Poof—

Half of the thick tentacles fell from the sky, and purple-black liquid splattered and rained down.

And the slash continued to march downward.

Several more tentacles were directly cut off, and it seemed to be pouring rain in the sky, and the spiritual pressure was shaking endlessly.

"How could it be ......?"

Sal Apollo looked stunned, his golden pupils filled with disbelief.

"Actually completed the change of the nature of the spirit son in such a short period of time, who are you?"

Su Feng flicked Lan Yin in his hand, and a flash of wind blade flew out, directly destroying half of the tentacles that sneaked up from below.

"Grim Reaper......

Kisuke Urahara, who was watching the battle from afar, fell into deep remorse, he knew that the battle would be so exciting, he should have brought the remaining melon seeds from the day before yesterday with him.

Through the analysis of the lips of the two, he had already recognized the identity of Su Feng.

I also remembered what that subtle familiarity was all about.

Urahara Kisuke once saw the figure of Sufeng from a distance at a gathering on Noble Street, and he barely knew it from one side.

But.

What he never expected was that the weak aristocratic chief would become so strong.

Not only served as the captain of the Jiuban team, but also fought hard in the battle without falling behind, and even the means were so diverse.

Rao is Urahara Kisuke has a thick nerve, and it took a while to digest this pile of information.

"I hope he doesn't have too much to do with Aizen."

Suppressing the dangerous thoughts in his heart, Kisuke Urahara turned his attention to the battle on the distant plains.

The terrifying air surged, surging in all directions, the storm swept backwards, straight into the clouds, and the air under the sky shook endlessly, as if it were a continuous stormy wave.

Sal Apollo, who came back to his senses, immediately showed amazing fighting qualities.

On his arms, the white bone extended, turning into two incomparably sharp blades, and countless tentacles behind him moved, giving people a feeling of scalp tingling.

The purple rich spiritual pressure exploded, and the tentacles that were gathering were instantly strengthened, and the toughness rose by more than one notch.

When the slash of the wind fell, the white bone blade met it head-on, and it instantly staggered and locked.

Several tentacles followed, instantly sealing Lan Yin inside, and an unknown viscous liquid spilled over the tentacles, intending to corrode the blade.

The muscles in Su Feng's right leg were tense, and the spiritual pressure was brewing, and in an instant, a shot of the extreme Lan foot blasted out, hitting Sal Apollo in the abdomen with unmistakable accuracy.

The next moment.

The imaginary scientist fell like a football being volleyed into the plain!

Bang!

The ground collapsed, and the earth rose to the sky, like a stormy wave on the sea, churning endlessly.

"Bastards, fools, filthy and despicable inferior creatures!"

Sal Apollo's roar erupted from the pit, the overlapping compound sound filled with irrepressible rage.

He prides himself on being the most noble existence in the void circle, and his gestures exude an air of perfection.

Even when fighting, it is full of elegance.

But now, that abominable Grim Reaper dared to hurt him, and made him so embarrassed.

Sal Apollo emerges from the dust, covered in dust and unidentified slime, looking filthy.

The blue tendons on the exposed forehead burst out, and the blood red color faintly appeared in the depths of the golden pupils.

"You've completely me off, Tsunayo Sukaze!"

The roar echoed across the plains, and the purple pillars of light rose to the sky, soaring into the clouds!

The furious spiritual pressure was unleashed unleashed unleashed, and the ground cracked in layers on the overburdened plains, and cobweb-like crevices spread throughout until they reached the mountains at the edge.

All of Wastord's spiritual pressure exploded, turning into stormy waves and rolling back above the zenith.

Tracing Wind noticed that the tentacles that had been severed by him exploded like bombs, and countless purple-black slime splattered and scattered everywhere.

Seeing this, he raised his left hand and stretched out his index finger to point at Sal Apollo from afar:

"Scattered bones!"

"The wheels of the minaret red crystal steel, the moving one is the wind, and the quiet one is the sky. The sound of spears firing each other resounded through the void city. ”

Brilliant golden rays bloomed on his fingertips, exuding unparalleled power of thunder constantly condensed and compressed.

Su Feng didn't stop chanting the ghost mantra, but instead raised his voice a little.

"King's Landing! The mask of flesh and blood, the one who crowns the name of man with wings in Vientiane! Carved double lotuses on the wall of fire, and wait for the abyss of fire in the distant sky! ”

Like a silk scarf, the blue flame flowed smoothly around the wind's left arm until it met the brilliant golden thunder.

Ghost Road: Double Chanting!

Standing above the sky, his emotionless eyes staring downward, surrounded by gold and blue brilliance, like a god standing at the zenith.

"Sixty-three Thunder Roar Cannon!"

"Seventy-three of the Broken Dao, Double Lotus Flame Fall!"

The moment the words fell, the light burst out brilliantly, and the wind raged all around, shaking the atmosphere and whistling.

The two ghost paths that fused with each other turned into a huge pillar of light intertwined with two colors, and in an instant, all the purple spiritual pressure on the zenith was emptied, and they rushed straight towards Sal Apollo below!

Rumble!!

The furious spirit son set off a blazing heat, and in an instant, the purple spiritual pressure that penetrated Sal Apollo fell on the plain, bursting out with brilliant flames in an instant, directly devouring Sal Apollo completely!

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life.

Tracer is not in the habit of waiting for his enemies to recover from their injuries.

The already dilapidated ground shattered at the moment of the firelight, and countless cracks turned into ravines, crisscrossing and crisscrossing.

The flames filled the sky, almost engulfing the sky together.

It seems to be a magnificent scene, but it makes Su Feng frown, and a cautious look flashes in his eyes.

Sal Apollo's spiritual pressure did not decay in any way, but became stronger and stronger, as if there was no limit.

Smack.

Black-purple rainwater drops fall on the ground.

Tracing the wind and looking up at the sky, I don't know when, under the collision of the two people's spiritual pressure, most of the heavy clouds that had dispersed most of them covered again, and the plain was completely darkened.

The rain gradually increased, turning from a drizzle to a downpour.

This is not some unknown perverted technique of Sal Apollo, but because of the high spiritual pressure, the spirit children in the atmosphere condense, turning into spiritual pressure raindrops.

The firelight dissipated, and a figure slowly walked out of the dust.

At this moment, Sal Apollo has undergone earth-shaking changes in appearance.

The injuries caused by the previous wind tracing have all healed.

The white bones swam like flowing water, turning into a coat similar to that of Haori, and black tentacles swirled around the lower body.

Her golden-pink hair grew wildly until it fell to her waist.

Behind him, the four wings in the form of a bud stretch out to the fullest, and the fleshy parts that hang down from it thump like a heart, like a living thing.

The most surprising thing was the bone mask.

Under the pressure of the spirit, the mask grew, extending up the sides of the cheeks and covering the top of the head, evolving into a curved horn.

"I have to admit that you've completely me off."

Sal Apollo's voice also changed, overlapping as if two people were speaking in unison.

"Worship!"

"It's ugly, but it's powerful."

He closed his eyes in intoxication, stretched out his arms, and the majestic spiritual pressure exploded in an instant, and the pouring spiritual pressure raindrops fell from the clouds like a flood of embankments.

Su Feng looked at Sal Apollo, whose form had changed drastically, with a solemn expression, and already had a guess in his heart.

Sal Apollo, a researcher, devoured his brother as a general and a large number of test souls after becoming a void, laying the foundation for his evolution to Vastoud.

And then in the long years, after continuous devouring and evolution, he became the highest level of the Great Void Tile Stoud.

Although he has not yet mastered the Returning Blade, he can also suppress his form through scientific means.

Now this appearance is the true form of Sal Apollo.

Meanwhile.

Corpse Soul Realm.

The underground space of the 12th team building.

Technology Development Bureau, Lingbo Measurement Division.

The cacophony of sirens sounded again, and a reddish light illuminated the faces of each researcher.

He looked at the huge display screen in front of him with a dull expression, his flexible ten fingers were completely ossified at this time, his body trembled, and his eyes continued to bulge, and he could pop out of his sockets at any time.

Nirvana stood aside, suddenly close to the digital screen on the display, and there was a little madness in his eyes: "I really hope these two guys can die together......"

After a brief hesitation, he decisively pressed the communication button, and even more piercing sirens sounded in the various team buildings.

"The current designated point 1027 southeast 3238 location appears the highest level of Wastod, the captain of the Jiuban team, Tsunayo Sukaze is fighting, please support quickly!"

The sirens repeated, irritating the nerves of the Grim Reaper.

At this moment, there was an uproar up and down the Lingting Court!!

(End of chapter)