Mao Underground Prison.

The eighth layer, Infernal Hell.

There was no light source in the deep and dark space, as if it had been deprived of the law of light, and even if the spiritual pressure was released, it would not be enough to completely light up the surroundings.

This isn't the first time that Tracing Wind has been to Infernal Hell.

Since he became the captain of the Kuban team, in addition to imprisoning Kenpachi in the Infernal Hell, many sinners from the nobles and rebel leaders have also been imprisoned in the Infernal Hell by him.

At first, Su Feng still had a little doubt about the existence of the Mao Underground Prison.

But when he saw the Grim Reaper returning from hell, he completely dispelled such thoughts.

Existences above the third rank of spiritual power cannot die easily.

The death of any third-class Spiritual Divine Reaper or Great Void would add a weight to the balance of hell and the Three Realms.

Perhaps the death of a third-class spiritual being is nothing, but the accumulation is enough to upset this fragile balance.

Just like Arturo, according to Nirvana's calculations and interrogations, Arturo's death was the trigger for the return of the original captains from hell.

And this is also the necessity of the existence of the real underground prison.

In the subtle perception, the infernal hell is vast and boundless, as if there is no boundary.

Infernal Hell is much more lively than ever, and it is no longer just a few Grim Reapers, and this is one of the credits of Wind Trace.

"Worthy of a man who can please me."

U no Hua Lie followed behind Su Feng step by step, and a gentle voice sounded in the empty environment.

"What a satisfying battlefield!"

Although I couldn't see her appearance, Su Feng was sure that the delicate face of the flower must be full of gentleness with a hint of excitement.

Ever since she learned of the Void Captain's plan, she was the first to block the path between the team buildings and sent out a request to cut the queue.

In her words, if you have the opportunity to indulge in a fight with the Wind Queen, how can you let others occupy the front position?

Avoiding several prisons where sinners were kept, Sufeng led the flower of U to a clearing that was so empty that there was no end in sight.

As the Infernal Hell Key swung in the void, a crisp snapping sound rang out across the boundless realm, as if two pieces of metal were striking softly.

A pinch of flame flickered in the endless deep darkness, as if it were some kind of signal, and several flames lit up, dispelling the darkness of the place at once.

"Although the dark environment will not affect the fight between you and me, it seems that it is a better experience to be able to look at the face of the Wind Tracer......"

Uno Hanari seems to have a lot to say today.

Su Feng's eyes drooped slightly, fell on the cheek of the gentle woman beside him, sighed lightly, and said slowly:

"Actually, you don't have to be in such a hurry."

"There is still a certain amount of risk in the virtual experiment, isn't it good to wait for the other captains to pass through before trying again?"

Unabashedly, he looked up at Su Feng's gaze, and through those black eyes, he could clearly see the extremely fiery emotion.

"It's not a risky thing, it's just that the desire in my heart can't be suppressed anymore."

"After all, this may be the only chance to please you......"

As the first person to return to the Tao in the current corpse soul realm, how could Uno Hualie not know the risk of blurring, and even she knew the process of blurring and the detailed changes very well.

It is precisely because of this that she will find it as soon as possible and make it virtual in advance.

When Tracing the wind hesitated, the warm body was already wrapped around his waist, the familiar fragrance lingered in his nose, and the whispering voice sounded softly in his ears.

"Wind Tracer, I can't wait......"

In such a close situation, Sufeng could clearly perceive the surging heartbeat of the Uno Hana, like a handful of flames, burning hotly.

With a light sigh, Su Feng took out the syringe and injected all the prepared void poison into the white neck.

The viscous white substance that seemed to be solid slowly seeped in, and the current amount of deficiency poison was more than ten times more than ten times higher than the amount of deficiency poison matched by the shattered bee and the left formation of Komamura.

As all the poison in the syringe was injected, the tyrannical spiritual pressure also stirred.

The essence of spiritual pressure light surged down in an instant, filling this boundless infernal hell, and the violent aura also covered all the areas as far as the eye could see.

Wow –

A flash of brilliant cold light erupted in the blood-red spiritual pressure.

The figures that were still hugging each other like lovers suddenly separated, and the undisguised killing intent almost condensed into substance.

Caught in his own heart, the flower of the flower was dominated by instinct in an instant.

And as an unprecedented villain in the corpse soul world and the first generation of Kenpachi, her instinct is to pursue the hearty fight.

The spirit pressed in front of him and condensed, turning into a blood-red mask stained with white lines, like the legendary evil ghost, which was terrifying to look at.

The wind howled, agitating the feathers.

With a light tap on the tip of the flower, it disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared the next moment, the curved blade glowing with Ling Ran's cold light was already close to the front of Su Feng.

Qiang!!

The sound of the collision of gold and iron sounded one after another in the Infernal Hell, and the crazy offensive did not have the slightest reservation, slashing at the vital position one after another.

Neck, heart, chest, abdomen......

Uno Hanari is no longer as strong as it was when Kendo communicated, and any attack can find traces of the kendo school.

Right now, she has thoroughly implemented the sword eight two characters to the apex.

Countless kendo schools converge and blend, fusing and forging a supreme slashing technique that is enough to bring the killing intent into full play!

Every knife is straight to the point, every knife is just right, every knife is for-

Fight to live!

The blood-red eyes were filled with extreme tyranny, mixed with a little excitement, which made his movements a little faster.

The spiritual pressure of the void continued to rise, as if there was no upper limit.

Strictly speaking, Uno Hanari also belongs to the limit of the god of death.

Souls vary from individual to individual, and so does the strength of their upper limit.

The reason why Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni is called the strongest god of death is because the essence of his soul causes his limit to be far beyond that of ordinary death.

Not every god of death can reach the level of Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekoku.

According to U no Hua Lie, in fact, her spiritual pressure and strength have entered the point of stagnation a long time ago.

Bokeh is undoubtedly the best choice to break this limit.

When it entered the void, it meant that the boundary of the soul of the flower was completely broken, and the level of the transcendent was already beckoning to it.

The violent sword light bloomed brilliantly, and the ignited flame faltered in the turmoil.

Su Feng felt the force on the blade increase, and the sigh kept ringing.

In fact, he really wanted to tell Uno Hanari that as an existence who wasn't very interested in kendo and fighting, it didn't need to be so complicated to please him.

You just need to play to your strengths.

Su Feng continued to release the suppressed spiritual pressure, and the attack on the opposite side became more and more crazy, and even deliberately hit the blade several times, just to leave a wound on his body.

Snort -

Another trail of flesh tearing open appeared on the white flesh, and the flower of the U was already scarred by this time.

However, not only did her spiritual pressure not decay at all, but it became higher and higher.

The air was filled with a chilling smell of blood.

Qiang –

There was another fierce collision, and a figure wrapped in crimson spiritual pressure was suddenly knocked out and landed where the flames could not shine.

The aura of tyranny seemed to go away, and it all disappeared into the area in an instant.

Su Feng frowned slightly, looking at the direction where Mao Zhihua Lie flew out, and suddenly had a little more bad premonition in his heart.

However, just as he was about to check it out, the spiritual pressure of the Flower Flame suddenly disappeared, and even the smell of blood in the air disappeared with it.

It's like an endless stream of water pouring down at the eye of the sea.

The previous image suddenly flashed in Su Feng's mind, and a terrifying thought came to his mind.

However, it didn't take long for this idea to be put into practice.

A soft murmur sounded in the deep darkness, and in an instant it spread through the Infernal Hell, as if the evil spirit had climbed up in the deepest depths, and a terrifying aura swept over abruptly:

"Solve ......"

Boom –

It's like the heavens and the earth are overturned, and the majestic sea is pouring in!!

The pitch-black and endless infernal hell instantly went viral, and the sudden blood red rendered everything in sight!

The thick smell of blood was mighty, turning into a majestic sea of blood that climbed from the depths of hell, and the indescribable madness engulfed all the space!

Da, da, da......

Light and steady footsteps trampled in the sea of blood, step by step towards the wind, the hideous and terrifying mask of Prajna with a smile on it, and the blood-red eyes seemed to penetrate the human heart.

At this time, the curved sword in U no Hua Lie's right hand had already fallen downward, and thick and viscous blood continued to drip from it, merging into the sea of blood.

She tilted her gaze slightly, her eyes glowing with intense longing and pleasure, and her left hand held the blade of the knife, blood pouring out of her palm.

The blade bent more and more, and the blood almost enveloped the entire eerie blade.

"It's all ......"

The moment the words fell, the figure in front of Su Feng suddenly disappeared, and a strong threat completely covered it in the next moment.

Instinctively, Tracing the wind raised the blade to meet it.

However, the explosion that should have been a staggered explosion of gold and iron did not sound, and the viscous blood surged into the slashing blade of the wind at the moment when the blades collided.

At this moment, a strange power overturned, and the sea of blood under his feet seemed to stretch out countless fleshless skeletal palms, trying to drag him into the depths of hell.

Surprise and confusion flashed in the eyes of Su Feng, and under the gaze of his gaze, the skin and flesh on his right hand were falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just an instant, all the flesh and blood were stripped away, leaving only a white bone skeleton clutching the hilt.

It was only then that a sharp pain came from above the bones, penetrating into the deepest depths of the soul in an instant.

Pain climbs to the extreme, bringing endless madness and pleasure.

It was only at this time that it was clear to the wind what the pleasure in the mouth of the flower was meant.

It turns out that this is the true meaning of fighting.

Rumble!!

The furious power erupted, the fiery spiritual pressure and the bright red sea of blood intertwined, and the two figures parted with a touch, and the majestic wave rose into the sky, engulfing the two figures.

The hideous mask of Prajna flashed away in the sea of blood, and the movements of the flower were a little more fierce than before, and the few slashes that were swung out casually stirred up a wave that soared into the sky.

The blood-colored sword pressure split the sea of blood and slashed straight towards the wind.

Faced with the sword pressure that was enough to kill the ordinary captain in an instant, Su Feng didn't even have the idea of dodging, as if he was also infected by this madness, and opened his five fingers and clenched it in his palm.

Poof!

The flesh and blood were torn apart, and Sen Ran's white bones were revealed, and the blood-colored sword pressure turned into blood and eroded Su Feng's palm, until his left hand also melted into a bone hand.

"Sen Luo was born."

A low groan sounded, and the spiritual pressure burst out layer by layer, wrapping itself around Su Feng's hands, and it was completely repaired in an instant.

Mao Zhihua Lie stepped forward, still driven by instinct to fight, and the sea of blood poured in, as if it was about to devour everything in front of him.

Another unskillful collision, the roaring waves of qi spread in all directions, and the monstrous blood swept up the heavenly dome in anger, and the majestic waves pushed wildly, as if to drown everything.

Mao no Hua Lie trampled on the surging sea of blood, and the headdress behind her was completely scattered at some point, and the long black hair fell in front of him, and then drifted to his body with the agitation of spiritual pressure.

The Prajna mask seemed to be smiling, and his blood-red eyes stared ahead, like an asura who slaughtered everything!

The battle broke out again, and it was even more ferocious than before.

Su Feng knew that before the sea of blood disappeared, no fatal injuries would be enough to truly hurt the flower of the U no Flower, so he let it go completely.

The sizzling golden thunder continued to explode at its side, and each time the knife fell, a violent arc of lightning wrapped around the body of the flower of the mao.

And under this arc, its body is also trembling with indescribable lightness.

Snort -

It was another unreserved sword, which landed precisely on the body of the flower of the mao, the blade slashed down at the left shoulder and rushed out at the right abdomen, and the hideous and terrifying wound spurted out a large amount of blood, all of which merged into the sea of blood.

This knife almost cut it in two.

The frenzied offensive came to an abrupt end, and the inverted curved blade hung down into a sea of blood, supporting the crumbling body.

Endless blood clings to the blade, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the treatment was over, U no Hua Lie attacked again, and the blood-colored sword pressure slashed upward, and brilliant blood flowers bloomed in the sea of blood.

The undisguised killing intent once again covered the entire sea of blood.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, the body was cut off and repaired countless times, and the white bones of Sen Ran became a magnificent scenery dotted with the sea of blood again and again.

Until......

The hearts of the two were pierced at the same time, and the moment the blood blended with each other, the fight also subsided.

Su Feng raised his hand to remove the hideous and terrifying mask, and was greeted by a face with crimson cheeks and extreme joy.

He leaned down, letting the blade in his chest stretch deep, the only sound of flesh tearing in the sea of blood.

"Pleasing is mutual, now it's your turn to please me, Sister Hua......"

Under the gaze of Mao Zhihualie's slightly widened eyes, Su Feng lowered his head and imprinted, his lips and teeth touched, and the fiery emotions were completely vented at this moment......

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(End of chapter)