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"The use of Sleep is mainly in the superior against the inferior."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's right hand shone with a pale red color, vaguely revealing a faint aura of danger.

"This is a way to use spiritual pressure, and you need to have a meticulous control of your own spiritual pressure."

Sufeng listened carefully, observed the changes in Weimian, and combined with the theoretical knowledge told by Yamamoto Motoyanagisai before, he tried again and again.

Sleep is different from the ghost path, and it is a move that is independent of the slashing fist and the ghost.

Therefore, it is difficult to learn.

"The old man already has a general understanding of your situation."

He dissipated the sleep in his palms, his hands naturally drooped, looked at the wind in front of him, and said frankly:

"Although you have had psychological expectations before this, your performance still exceeds the old man's expectations."

"In just three years since graduating from the Spirit Academy, he has climbed from a sixth-rank Lingwei all the way to a second-class Lingwei, and the speed of progress can be described as fast."

"The last Grim Reaper as talented as you was Shiba Haiyan."

Sufeng nodded thoughtfully.

Strictly speaking, he is very different from Shiba Haiyan.

The members of the Zhibo family have a talent for spiritual power that is more excellent than ordinary souls, and as early as when he entered the Spiritual Academy, Shiba Haiyan had already reached the sixth rank of spiritual power.

And the head of the family, Zhibo, is one of the best.

Although he hadn't fought him seriously, Su Feng estimated that this guy was a second-class spiritual power powerhouse at the least.

To exaggerate a little, it is not impossible to have first-class spiritual power.

Just look at this guy's track record.

The masterpiece of hard blue dyeing on the front is void white, and the blue dye of the first stage of hard spelling and collapse in the state of the beginning of the solution, and insists on fixing the realm for three months with its own spiritual pressure.

It may not be that the current Zhiba has reached the limit, but he is also the best among the many captains.

What's more, he also has the hole card that flips the table - the last crescent moon sky.

Although the ultimate purpose of the final crescent moon is debatable, there is no doubt that Shiba is also a hanger.

"Mastering the technique of sleeping will help you better control your spiritual pressure."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai carefully analyzed, "Exerting a stronger destructive power with limited spiritual pressure is our right way." ”

I have to say that Yamamoto Motoyanagisai, who has lived for thousands of years, has an unparalleled amount of knowledge in this area.

The name of Yuanliu is also well deserved.

It was only a half-day lecture to let the wind plan the road after that.

Through the practice of sword meditation, you can improve your understanding of your own soul, so that you can comprehend the form of the slashing sword.

Master the art of sleeping so that you can perfectly control your spiritual stress state.

After completing these two items, not to mention a hundredfold increase in strength, at least a tenfold increase is not a problem.

Of course, this premise is mastery.

"Sleep is just one of today's lessons."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai changed his words, "The essence of Yuanliu is far more than that. ”

"While there is still time, the old man will teach you another trick in the slashing technique."

As he spoke, he took two bamboo knives from the side of the dojo and handed one to Su Feng's hand.

"This trick is called slashing."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai held the knife in one hand, a little spiritual pressure condensed on the bamboo knife, a faint edge was revealed on it, and as his eyes gradually sharpened, the air was also filled with a dangerous atmosphere.

Seeing this, Su Feng's attitude suddenly became a little serious.

I saw Yamamoto Motoyanagisai slash down vertically in front of him, and there was a sound of tearing cloth in the air, and a black gap suddenly appeared on the floor in front of him, spreading all the way to the edge of the dojo.

Click, click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out on the floor.

The next moment.

Starting from Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's foothold, the floor in front of him was all crumbling open, and countless debris flew all over the sky, scattering on the dojo like a torrential rain.

Su Feng's eyes widened slightly, and a rare look of surprise appeared on his face.

If it was just a one-stroke split, then he could easily do it, even with a bamboo knife, it would be effortless.

But if the premise is to limit the spiritual pressure to a very low state, then the difficulty is a bit beyond the scope of one's ability.

He originally thought that the power of this move was only derived from the strength of Yamamoto Motoyanagisai.

But in fact, even if it is placed in the countless kendo schools in the Corpse Soul Realm, Fu Slash can still rank in the top five or even the top three.

"Slashing is the essence of Yuanliu Kendo."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai stood up, the bamboo knife in his hand was intact, still tall and tenacious, "It's a pity that Kyoraku and Ukitake are not here, and they can't master this kendo move." ”

"I've heard that Captain Uno Hana once mentioned that your kendo skills are not below her, so I want to see if Fu Slash can regain its former glory in you."

As he spoke, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's eyes burned, as if a blazing flame was burning in it.

Without waiting for Sufeng to answer, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai began to talk about the main points of slashing.

The seemingly unpretentious move is actually hidden in the mystery, and the mystery is endless, as if you can see the countless efforts that have been put into the development of this move.

There are not many points of knowledge, the difficulty is how to grasp them.

But it's also a divide.

With eleven sections of kendo foundation, it doesn't take too long for Su Feng to learn to slash.

After speaking, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai asked Sufeng to try it on his own, and he was responsible for checking and filling in the gaps.

After a few simple attempts, he was surprised to find that Su Feng had already mastered the sword path move of slashing.

If there is any difference between it and what he casts, it is nothing more than the gap in proficiency.

Su Feng held the bamboo knife in both hands, and the spiritual pressure condensed on it, and he slashed down.

In an instant, new scars were added to the crumbling dojo.

Huge ravines stretch across the floor, from the center to the edges.

It's a little worse than Yamamoto Motoyanagisai, but it's not far away.

Seeing this, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai nodded with satisfaction, quite relieved, such a talent was no longer weaker than any of his students.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to comment, there was a sudden burst of unbridled laughter in the corridor outside the dojo.

The suppressive and violent spiritual pressure also struck, and then exploded into the entire dojo.

"Hahaha! Old man, as promised, I'm coming! ”

As the laughter fell, a tall figure stepped straight into it.

The man's face was fierce, the scar on the left side of his face spread from the top of his head to his chin, and the white captain Haori had jagged edges on the hem, with a strange hedgehog hairstyle, and small golden bells tied to the ends, and the ringing of bells suddenly sounded in the dojo.

The most striking thing is the wild gaze like a beast.

The captain of the eleventh team, more wooden sword eight!

Sorry, there's something going on at home, it's a little late for the update, and there's still two chapters tonight, and I'm working hard to write

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