Because of the words of the wind tracer, the Spiritual Wave Measurement Research Department entered the dilemma of all members working overtime that day.

Because this is the order of the gold master's father, even if it is a bulbul, there is no complaint.

As for the current monitoring system, in fact, it has been perfected for decades, but with the cooperation of Sufeng and Nirvana, a large amount of experimental funds have been invested in the Technology Development Bureau.

Even if a little money leaks out from between Nirvana's fingers, it can make the Lingbo Measurement Research Institute full of brains.

According to his personal experience, he has gained nearly 30 pounds compared to ten years ago, and his overall appearance is more rounded.

"Perfecting the Practitioner ......"

A large green Big Ben-shaped catfish slumped in a chair, its fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard.

Because of the data provided by Nirvana, the characteristics of the Completer Practitioner analyzed from the soul of the Silver City Sogo are digitized, so it is only necessary to input the relevant data into the monitoring system to capture and locate the breath of the Completer.

"It seems that there are still three Completer Magicians in the Corpse Soul Realm, are they all on the side of the Fourth Team?"

Looking at the fluctuating map data on the screen, Bulzhou muttered thoughtfully:

"This time, except for the three people from the Zhibo family, who caused the turmoil in the Ling Court this time, are the rest all the Perfecting Magicians?"

"That's not right, that one named Shiba Ichigo is obviously an exterminator."

"I remember very clearly, he clearly triggered the ...... of the White Dao Gate's Exterminator Detection Device"

Bulzhou's eyes bulged, the round ball swirled slightly, and countless thoughts suddenly surged into his mind.

"I don't know why, but I'll leave it all to Captain Tracing Wind and Captain Nirvana in a while."

The ability to reach the position of the head of the Lingbo Measurement Research Division is still worthy of recognition.

……

……

Quadrat team house.

Coming out of the Technology Development Bureau, Su Feng decisively gave up the idea of going home to sleep in order to relieve the worries in his heart.

was tricked by the blue dye, and played a trick on it.

In this kind of lost moment, it is best to have a hearty kendo battle.

Only sweat and wine can relieve your worries at this moment.

In front of the comprehensive ambulance station, a stunned young man bumped into Sufeng in the corridor who had come to visit Uno Hanari.

"Well, you're that, that Tsunayo Sukasu!?"

Ichigo exclaimed, then gritted his teeth, "The abominable Grim Reaper who kept us all in the dark and played with it......"

"Boy, pay attention to the words." Su Feng put his hands in front of him, and said expressionlessly, "If you let Zong Xian hear this, it will be a big fight." ”

Given that he had the idea of merging the Void Realm with the Corpse Soul Realm, Su Feng felt that the strategy of boiling frogs in warm water was extremely good.

The Corpse Soul Realm's tolerance for the Great Void Breaker is extremely low, but that doesn't mean that they can't accept the existence of the Exterminator.

This can be seen from Maki Kurosaki's body.

If she really can't accept it at all, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai won't allow her to become the seat official of the Jiuban team.

At the very least, there is not much difference in the appearance of spirits and humans.

If this idea is to be carried out, then the Ishida family, who is loyal to Sukaze, must be the first thing to consider.

At that time, whenever Ishida Sokin heard Ichigo's disrespectful words to him, a big fight was naturally indispensable.

"Damn, what's the matter with the old man?"

Ichigo was not angry, "It's clear that you were behind all this. ”

"Didn't Ichishin tell you that he was also involved?" "In his words, how can young people see a rainbow without experiencing a little wind and rain." ”

"Sharpen your talents, a trumble."

Looking at his back as he drifted away, Ichigo's right hand, hidden in the cuff, closed and opened, and then closed, and his expression was also a little complicated.

He wanted to teach Sufeng a lesson, but every time he wanted to do it, he would recall what happened to him in the present world.

The feeling of suffocating at the imminence of death is still unforgettable.

Rao is a big nerve and has a tough personality, but it is also difficult to mobilize the slightest courage in the face of the wind.

It wasn't until now that he realized why his father's expression was so complicated when he said he wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

……

……

At the invitation of Su Feng, Uno Hanari came to the long-lost kendo dojo.

In the early days, because of the difference in strength, when the two exchanged kendo, they usually suppressed their own spiritual pressure and only fought with pure kendo.

The only thing used is a bamboo knife.

But the speed of the growth of the wind tracing strength, Mao Zhihua Lie is completely in his eyes.

In her thoughts, it was only a matter of time before Tracing the Wind surpassed her.

But even Uno Hanari didn't expect that how long it had been, and he already needed to trace the wind to suppress the power to communicate in the way of the sword.

For some reason, when I think about this time, I always have an inexplicable sense of shame in my heart.

On the neat and bright wooden floor, two white figures stood opposite each other, and Ling Ran's momentum lingered above the dojo.

Swish!

Uno Hanari raised his hand and put on a kendo posture, his expression a little more serious.

After a brief battle between Sukaze and Aizen, she didn't think she would be Sukaze's opponent, but if it was only in the kendo realm, she might still be able to win.

"Wind Tracer, I'm coming."

Mao Zhihua Lie groaned, and the gentle temperament on weekdays suddenly disappeared, replaced by iron-blooded coldness, and a strong sense of oppression came to his face.

Su Feng grinned and greeted him head-on with a bamboo knife in his hand.

At the same time, both sides chose to reverse their robes, and slashed down with extremely fierce momentum, completely ignoring whether the bamboo knife could withstand it.

After a short confrontation, neither Mao nor Su Feng could gain an advantage.

So, under the incomprehensible gaze of Mao Zhihua, Tracing the wind took another bamboo knife from the side.

"Twin Knife Flow?"

As the first generation of Kenpachi, he has mastered more than 8,000 genres, whether it is a double sword stream or a triple sword stream or a four-knife stream, Uno Hanari has the experience to deal with it.

Although Sukaze had never used a similar genre in her past kendo exchanges, she still had no fear.

This is the pride of the original Kenpachi, the flower of the U no Hachi-ryu!

Six Consecutive Sword Dance!

The blades slammed into each other fiercely, and the material of the bamboo knife actually made a sound of gold and iron intertwining in the dojo.

The first attempt at the Twin Sword Stream, he didn't take advantage of the U no Hua Lie, and for this first-generation Sword Eight, the Six Consecutive Huitian Sword Dance was just an ordinary sword move.

However, in Su Feng's opinion, this is a stepping stone for him to enter the double sword school, with his current attainments in the thirteenth stage of kendo, he only needs a little proficiency to try to use those sword moves of the double sword flow in his impression.

Like now!

Twin Knife Flow: Wu Hook Cross!

Twin Knife Flow, Juhe, Rashomon!

Twin Knife Flow: Seven Hundred and Twenty Troubles Wind!

The two swords staggered out, blocking all the offensive routes of the Uno Flower Flame in a cross form.

The sound of collision and staggering intensified in the dojo, like an endless rainstorm, extremely noisy!

The exchange of kendo lasted for a long time.

In the case of abandoning spiritual pressure, the level of the two kendo tends to be the same level, Rao is wind is because of the high rank of the sword, can temporarily occupy the upper hand, but will soon be suppressed by the flower of the flower with rich experience.

Compared to the number of battles that the original Kenpachi experienced, Sufeng was like a babbling child.

In this respect, the two are not at the same level at all.

The kendo exchange is over.

Mao Zhihua fell to the ground with all his strength, a few strands of hair stuck to his ruddy cheeks because of sweat, which looked particularly moving, and the bamboo knife in his hand exploded into a sky of bamboo fibers in the continuous collision.

The moment she fell, she fell into Su Feng's chest at the right time, and her warm bodies moved closer to each other at this moment, and her heartbeat, accelerated by the high-intensity battle, was even more in line with each other.

For the embrace of the wind, Mao Zhihualie did not resist, this kind of thing was not once or twice, she had long been familiar with the most comfortable position and posture.

After a short rest, she frowned deeply, sorrow flashing between her beautiful eyes.

"Sister Hua, why are you worried?"

The sudden dragging of the text made Mao Zhihualie roll his eyes angrily, obviously when he was exchanging kendo, he was still foul language, but at this time, he was pretending to be a sage.

"Naturally, it's because of ......"

After a moment of hesitation, Uno Hanari sighed softly, "I can't please you anymore." ”

She stretched out her white palm and stroked it lightly on the cheek in front of her, and there was a little more guilt in her eyes.

"If it's just a kendo exchange, it won't make you enjoy it at all, right?"

Tracing the wind wants to talk and stop, stop talking and want.

As if sensing his entanglement, Uno Hanari propped up his body, which had regained some of his strength, and turned to face the wind, stretching his arms and taking it into his arms.

"Sister Hua, do you want to be stronger?"

"Huh?!" A muffled grunt sounded in his arms.

Su Feng felt a completely different touch from Ranju, took a light breath, and said with a slight frown:

"Actually, the Grim Reaper has a limit......

……

……

The communication with the flower of the U made Sufeng realize one thing.

Heroism is not desirable.

Although he could now kill the Void Night Palace or the Invisible Empire alone, he must not do so.

King to king, this is a rule that both sides should acquiesce in under the confrontation.

If he did, it would mean Aizen, or Euhabach, too.

In this case, it means that the reinforcement of the Grim Reapers, too, should be put on the agenda.

It is true that Yamamoto Motoyanagi Chongguo is stubborn and rotten, just like a worm that eats Ke, but this does not mean that the other captains cannot accept it.

With the current thirteen teams of the Imperial Court, if they go to war with the Void Night Palace and the Invisible Empire, they will only be crushed into powder, and ninety percent of the captains are afraid that they will not be able to leave even intact bones.

After all, there are only a few strong people in Jingle and Unohua.

Moreover, even they cannot guarantee an absolute victory over their opponents.

The broken face of the Void Night Palace, Su Feng has already experienced it personally.

In terms of strength, it has not only doubled, but judging from the performance of Neutra and Zomali, I am afraid that it is more than ten times.

Aizen has been making perfect honed jade for a long time.

And the ten blades of the Void Night Palace now may be other gains it has gained in the process of creating the Broken Jade.

The two cannon fodder-level guys have already reached this point, and Su Feng can't imagine how fierce Stark and Bailegon, who are in front of them, will be.

Punch the pro-guards, kick the zero team?

As for the Invisible Empire, with the Holy Presence of Youhabach, the strength of those members of the Star Cross Knights has no upper limit at all.

Don't you see that a certain bald guy can even have a tough wave with Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekoku?

Thinking of this, the hands holding the flower of Mao couldn't help but exert a little harder, and Su Feng's brows furrowed deeply again.

Judging from this situation, the Void Realm also needs to be strengthened.

However, the immediate priority is to make the captains stronger quickly.

Alturo, who broke the face on his own, was in danger, and Su Feng didn't dare to think about what fate the Corpse Soul Realm would end up with once he started a war with the Void Night Palace.

Don't even be able to withstand the aftermath of the battle, it will be a little tingling on the scalp.

"Hmm, Wind Tracer, what do you mean by the Death Limit?"

Uno Hanari asked gently, "Could it be that I can also have the same spiritual pressure as you?" ”

Out of the state of battle, Uno Hanari will return to the gentle and friendly appearance of the past.

It seems that Sufeng prefers her now.

"That's a bit of a struggle."

Su Feng asked tentatively, "However, there are still ways to become stronger, such as breaking the boundaries of the god of death with the power of the void. ”

"By the way, Sister Hua, what style of mask do you like......"

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……

The present world, Naruki City.

Trivia 3-chome, inside a quaint dwelling.

A middle-aged figure was anxiously pacing back and forth in front of the window, his brow furrowed, as if he was anxious about something.

"The Completer of the Manifestation of the Magician, the Grim Reaper, the Exterminator, the Great Void ......"

He muttered, recounting the message he had gotten back and forth from nowhere.

"It turns out that Dao Yugen was killed by Da Xu?"

"So it's all Aullah's fault?"

"The so-called protection ......"

Bang!

Outside the window, heavy clouds gathered at some point, causing the originally blue sky to suddenly darken.

Accompanied by the deafening thunder of the Dao, the pouring rain continued uninterruptedly, blocking the view from the distance.

Looking at the window blurred by the rain, the middle-aged man's pupils seemed to glow with a flame called revenge.

As if with some kind of determination, he turned and walked towards the depths of the dwelling.

After passing through several corridors, he opened his basement amid the roar of thunder.

"Father."

In the darkness, a soft, but unemotionally fluctuating voice sounded.

"Is it time for dinner?"

Looking at the familiar hazy figure in front of him, the middle-aged man's expression became more and more distorted, and his right hand clenched the dagger that he had prepared at some point.

Lightning streaked across the sky, and in an instant's light, the dagger was raised high into the air.

"Aura, don't blame me......"

Now that I'm going to think about it, Kavinka's scalp is tingling

(End of chapter)