The site of the Invisible Empire.

Kyoraku Chunshui froze in place, his body writhing in a posture that violated common sense.

Under the frowning gaze of the wind, his neck bone made a sound like a gear, and he raised his head stiffly.

It seems to be laughing but not laughing, and it seems to cry but not crying.

It's like a strange mask of two faces blended together on the face.

The left eye is blood-red, and the right eye is dark gold.

The only thing in common is that there is no sanity in either eye, and endless madness and tyranny flow through it, giving people a sense of horror and fear.

Two scimitars, one long and one short, slipped off their cuffs and held them in their palms.

Jingle Chunshui, who was controlled by instinct, locked onto the target in an instant, stepped lightly, and disappeared in place.

Without warning, it slashed with an extremely abrupt slash.

The air erupted with a sound like a cloth tearing, and the sword pressure wrapped around the wind fell from the sky, heading straight for the skull of the wind, as if to split it completely.

In the face of this tentative attack, Su Feng raised his hand to crush it directly, and countless spirit sons were scattered in his palm, like fireflies in the sky.

He looked at Jingle Spring Water stepping on the black spiritual pressure, and his brows furrowed.

As the first person to teach himself basic combat skills such as slashing fists and ghosts, Sufeng has fought with Kyoraku Harusui more than once.

For his fighting style and ability, it can be said that he is so familiar that he can't be more familiar.

However, in the state of voiding, Jingle Chunshui should have completely abandoned the past and fought only by instinct.

But it wasn't as he thought.

Fang Cai's slash only came out with three points at most.

In this state, you will even test the enemy?

Just when he was surprised, Jingle Chunshui broke out a new round of attacks again, staggering his two swords and slashing forward fiercely.

Su Feng clearly noticed that when he launched this attack, he had already stepped on the condensed spirit stream and was in the air for a short time!

New Ghost: The One Who Comes Above Wins!

A sword pressure that was originally ordinary suddenly became extremely violent under the strengthening of the rules of the first solution, and when the staggered double swords fell, it had already turned into a raging wind whistling above the wasteland.

Everywhere they passed, the ruins were all rolled into the air, and the ground was torn open one by one.

The thumb of the wind traced the blade gently pushed the knife at his waist, making a crisp sound, and the rattling arc of electricity jumped vertically and horizontally on the fingertips, like an active elf.

Heavy clouds piled up on the sky, and an indescribable sense of oppression covered the entire plain, and some of the buildings in the former site of the Invisible Empire let out an overwhelmed mournful sound.

The moment the sword containing the arc of electricity pressed against the sword, it erupted violently, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be split, as if the huge cracks like an abyss fell at the feet of the wind.

The tornado of the call sign was cut in two at this moment, and then dissipated into the air.

Rumble!

The aftermath of the thunder continued unabated, and it landed directly on the location of Jingle Spring Water, and suddenly the smell of burnt was permeated, and the white figure was covered by thunder, and the lily hat was vaporized instantly.

However, before the wind could retract, a ghostly figure had already emerged in the shadows behind him.

"White ......"

The hoarse murmur was like a demon asking for his life, and a long and short scimitar slashed straight forward with swift momentum!

Shadow Ghost: The Shadow Trampled Loses!

Glamorous Ghost: Death to the one who was beheaded!

Snort -

The cloth was torn ferociously, and the captain of the team, Haori, was cut in two in an instant, and fell into the shadows, and the black shadow seemed to be a living thing, and the staggered tooth gaps appeared, swallowing the tattered Haori straight into it.

Wind Tracer dodged the blow with the cicada's footwork, manipulating the wind to make himself step on the dome, frowning and looking down.

It's completely different from the battle with Uno Hana.

As the first Kenpachi's Uno Hanari, he doesn't think about any skills or strategies at all when he fights only by instinct.

She has only one purpose, and that is to kill all living creatures in front of her.

However, Jingle Chunshui seems to have carved treacherous and changeable into the soul, even if it is driven by instinct, it still shows a way of fighting that ordinary people cannot guess.

That is to say, Su Feng knows his ability to start understanding, but if he changes to someone who doesn't know much about his intelligence to fight him, even if his strength is far beyond Jingle Chunshui, he will capsize in the gutter.

"Solution—"

Jingle Chunshui looked up at the sky, his strange mask distorted expression, as if containing a trace of a crazy smile that was not easy to detect, and his hoarse voice echoed above the wasteland.

In an instant, an extremely cold aura swept across the entire wasteland, and the extreme pain applied to the body, and a large amount of black substance continued to surge under its feet.

Under the stunned gaze of the wind, Jingle Chunshui missed a blow, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and the black spirit pressure on a long and short scimitar surged wantonly.

The wrist flipped, and the blade sank into the shadow.

A slender woman's black shadow emerged from behind Jingle Chunshui, her body leaning slightly, and her hands wrapped around her neck.

Su Feng recognized this woman, and the appearance of the slashing sword after the materialization of Huatian.

Surprisingly, Hua Tian did not show a charming face, but was covered by a white bone mask, and the collar fell, revealing a snow-white color.

The sky grew darker and darker, and under the heavy clouds, it seemed as if we had entered the real apocalypse.

"Flower Sky Crazy Bone, Withered Pine Heart!"

At this moment, the spiritual pressure of Jingle Spring Water covered the entire plain, and the abyssal fear permeated it, as if the sea was pouring in, and the heavens and the earth collapsed!

Su Feng squinted slightly, and while bearing this huge pressure, he was also a little more cautious.

Although he is more confident in his strength, he can't ignore Jingle Chunshui in the virtual state.

After all, Bangsan Blue Dye was almost stabbed by Ichimaru Yin, and the current Jingle Spring Water is obviously more dangerous.

A viscous black liquid overflowed from the blade of the Flower Sky Crazy Bone that had submerged into the shadow, seeping into the shadow along the blade like a liquefied product of the shadow.

The black liquid diffuses, extending a deeper shadow of a pine tree, dotted with pine leaves, adding a bit of loneliness to it, and at the same time, there is also a deeper weird gushing!

"Act I: Hesitation and Trauma Sharing!"

Like the low cry of a hellish ghost, the sound is like countless chains colliding and rubbing against each other, piercing and at the same time making people feel a tingling sensation on the scalp.

At this moment, Su Feng clearly perceived the change in the rules under the cover of spiritual pressure.

A strange and irresistible force acted on his body, and the scorching aura instantly enveloped it.

It's like being struck by thunder.

A large gap in spiritual pressure will invalidate the opponent's moves, but this does not mean that a slight difference in spiritual pressure will make the opposing sides appear powerless.

It is true that Su Feng boasts that his spiritual pressure is better than that of the current Jingle Spring Water, but this does not negate his ability to dissolve.

At this time, the injuries that Fang had just been almost chopped into a charred corpse by his knife had already been transferred to Su Feng's body.

If the beginning of the flower is to turn children's play into reality, then the solution is the actualization of adult drama.

"Sen Luo Shengsheng."

The light of the return path appeared, enveloping Su Feng's body, and the injury was completely expelled in just a moment.

And Jingle Chunshui, who was sitting in the dark shadow, still looked scorched, and the synchronization of injuries was not the transfer of injuries, and the first scene in Kusong's heart had no therapeutic effect.

"Act II: The Bed of Shame!"

Jingle Chunshui was not disappointed by the disparity in the moment, and under the instinct of him, he was like a marionette, conscientiously completing the performance of the play.

This is the end of the narration between the scenes, and the dark fight is the highest in the whole battle.

As his voice fell, the black shadow turned into a withered pine appeared behind him again, and the aura of pathos and despair continued to permeate the wasteland.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Su Feng was a little moved, and his eyes seemed to outline a picture of extreme misery.

Irregular ink dots dotted his body, as if dragging him into the abyss of dark shadows.

The golden and red eyes looked at the wind above the dome, and the meaning of banter appeared in the depths of the pupils.

On the white bone mask, which seems to be a blend of two faces, it shows an expression that is distorted to the extreme.

In the virtual state, Jingle Chunshui does not seem to have lost his mind, but has transformed into a complete stranger.

"The way of return, the way of one, the life of nature."

The green vines appeared in the condensation of the spiritual pressure, and before the blood could seep out, they instantly dispelled the irregular ink spots on Su Feng's body.

"Act III: Broken Fish Abyss!"

Jingle Chunshui did not stop his performance, and the moment the words fell, a majestic and terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly erupted around his body.

The black shadow that covered almost the entire wasteland rose into the sky like an upside-down waterfall, and in an instant the sky was dyed a pure black color.

An endless stream of abyss rushed from the dark shadows, completely engulfing him and the figure of the wind in it.

Su Feng silently felt the coverage of the spiritual pressure and water flow around him, waiting for the final scene to begin.

In this adult drama, the least thing he worries about is the broken fish abyss in the third act.

Even if the spiritual pressure of Jingle Spring Water has increased exponentially due to the void, it is still a little unsightly compared to the wind.

Although the spiritual pressure passed like water, compared to the majestic volume, this passing was a little unsightly.

Even with the blessing of a higher affinity for the spirit child, the elapsed consumption is on par with the recovery speed.

If you exclude factors such as eating, drinking, and Lazar, Su Feng can live in this broken fish abyss for a long time, and the Three Realms will return to chaos.

Jingle Chunshui seemed to realize this, when even if the knife was put into the sheath, the index finger and middle finger of the right hand were brought together, and the spiritual pressure of Ruyuan converged on it, condensed on the fingertips, and pulled out a thin line of white filamentous Lingzi.

The hoarse narration sounded again, only this time with slightly more lines.

"A woman's love is incomparably cruel, she ignores the noisy man, and what shines in his throat is a white silk soaked in attachment......"

"At least end with these hands cut off and abandoned, messily entangled, and the thread of attachment."

Like a fish, the thread swam freely in the broken fish abyss, wrapping around the side of the wind, climbing all the way up until it wrapped around the defenseless neck.

"The final section, Ito-cut the throat with blood!"

The hoarse voice of Jingle Spring Water echoed in the broken fish abyss, the fluctuating water was fluctuating, and the ripples visible to the naked eye rippled at the silk thread.

In an instant, the thin thread of the white filamentous spirit child was retracted, trying to cut off Su Feng's neck.

"Hell Vientiane: The Wind of the Crowd!"

Su Feng lightly raised the silver-white blade in his hand, and the endless wind breath suddenly rose, and it erupted in the broken fish abyss, and the roar turned into a terrifying whirlpool, and the majestic water flowed in it continuously.

The lines visible to the naked eye appeared on the neck of the wind, just in time to resist the white filamentous threads of Lingzi.

It was like indestructible steel, allowing the thin threads of the spirit to rub against it, but there was no attenuation.

On the contrary, in the midst of this constant friction, the thin lines of Lingzi broke layer by layer, turning into darkness like ink spots and falling into the depths of the Broken Fish Abyss.

The silver-white wind breath weave turned into a feather weave, showing a standing collar, resisting the harvest of the Lingzi's fine thread.

It is only then that the drawbacks of bokeh become apparent.

Like a robot executing a set program, Kyoraku Harusui constantly condenses silk threads in the broken fish abyss, repeating the attack again and again in a stiff posture.

This process lasted for quite some time.

During this period, Su Feng repeatedly broke the way with the Double Lotus Canghuo Pendant, the Flying Dragon Attack Thief Earthquake Thunder Cannon, the Black Coffin, and the Thousand-Handed Kyauksky Tide Cannon, and bombarded the Jingle Spring Water.

Directly tore through countless gaps in his body, and the most serious wave even nearly shattered his head.

What is amazing is that after the void, Jingle Chunshui has mastered the ability of extremely fast regeneration, and no matter how serious the injury is, as long as it is not killed on the spot, it can quickly recover under the consumption of spiritual pressure.

Correspondingly, its spiritual pressure consumption rate has also increased several times.

When his spiritual pressure was exhausted, the strange mask on his pale face turned into countless fragments and scattered into the depths of the Broken Fish Abyss.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

Jingle Chunshui's stunned gaze wandered back and forth between him and Su Feng's figures, unable to comprehend the scene in front of him.

He himself was charred and black, as if he had been roasted.

On the other hand, looking at the wind, the feather weaving is fluttering, and even the dust is not stained at all.

Judging from the spiritual pressure that he had consumed too much and the Broken Fish Abyss, which covered the entire plain, it was not difficult for Jingle Chunshui to judge the ferocity and fierceness of the battle.

Although driven by instinct, he can't fully exert his full strength, but it's not far behind.

However, even so, he still failed to cause substantial damage to Su Feng.

Is the gap between them outrageous to this extent?

"Whew, it's tough, but it's finally over."

Kyoraku Chunshui lifted the broken fish abyss, and lay pale on the plain that had been cut off several layers, without the slightest concern for his own image.

"If nothing else, I'm supposed to be the last captain to complete the void, right?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking up at Su Feng who was standing beside him, "What about the next plan, do you want to start first, or ......?"

Su Feng's eyes fell, and he replied indifferently: "There is still a key person missing." ”

Jingle Chunshui frowned, and then stretched out again: "Do you want to change the wood of Jian Ba?" ”

(End of chapter)