"Played so quickly?"

Su Feng was a little surprised, he originally thought that Saito Immortal would be able to come back to the last wave of outbreaks.

For example, take out some strong swastika and the like.

But apparently, he still overestimated the psychological endurance of the original captain of a thousand years ago.

As long as she persevered a little longer, the multiple voids might be shattered, and victory would appear in front of her.

At the edge of the ruins, Nirvana grinned, "What a bad taste that is hard to compliment." ”

Kiyonosuke Yamada nodded in agreement, "Lord Sukaze is always so unique. ”

Inhata Shadow Wolf Zo decisively joined in, and echoed, "Maybe this is the uniqueness of the big shots." ”

Obviously, the opponent who only needs to add a little more strength can be killed in seconds, but he wants to make the opponent psychologically collapse in the endless torture.

Each broken void symbolizes the hope of victory.

Saito Immortal tried his best to chase hope, but at the moment when it was within reach, he fell into the abyss of despair.

Tracing the wind lifted the void, slowly walked in front of the double ponytail girl, and looked down at each other condescendingly:

"Look up."

The calm voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, making its body tremble and slowly raise its head, and its blood-red pupils were full of weakness and unwillingness.

Maybe it was Su Feng's performance that reminded her of some bad memories, or maybe she saw through the difference in strength between them.

Although Saito's immortal intent was still surging and almost condensed into substance, there was no sign of doing it again in front of Sufeng.

Su Feng stretched out his right hand and pinched it on that petite cheek.

Well, it's slippery and feels good.

He commented in his heart, then straightened his expression and asked, "What happened to the prison criminals?" ”

"What is your role in this?"

"Also, what the hell is going on in hell?!"

The last question is also what Su Feng is most concerned about.

As for the life or death of the prisoner, it is just a matter of routine.

He didn't see much of this group of people, let alone have a little friendship.

If it weren't for the status of the five nobles, I wouldn't have had the interest to take a second look.

Hearing these questions, Saito's immortal expression regained a little, and a smile full of evil spirit resurfaced on his face:

"Dead, of course."

"I just sensed the appearance of the familiar spiritual pressure, and I came to meet an old friend."

"I didn't expect to run into you guy."

In the end, the double-ponytailed girl has a feeling of gnashing her teeth.

She longed to cut off the limbs of the stinky imp in front of her, and then peel off its flesh layer by layer, crush its bones, and drain the marrow.

But as soon as I think of the difference in strength between each other, a strong sense of powerlessness comes to my heart.

Can't even break the eighty-one tie that the other party sings, what kind of daydreaming are they doing?!

Familiar spiritual pressure?

Friends?

Su Feng's eyes lifted, and after looking at the others, the same guess appeared in his heart.

"Tell me more about it."

"Oops, it's annoying!"

Saito Immortal tried to break free of Sukaze's hand, but the power in the opponent's hand was far greater than she had imagined.

"The gates of hell are broken."

"Those of us who have died, have been freed from the prison guards and can walk in this world of the living again."

Su Feng's brows furrowed: "Then the old friend in your mouth, is it ......?"

Before he finished speaking, a voice sounded behind everyone: "Of course, they are comrades-in-arms who have fought side by side." ”

"You say yes, madwoman......"

The light voice reminded Su Feng of a familiar person.

Turning around, a strange face with a familiar face came into view.

Short white hair, dark skin, and a confident smile on his handsome face.

In terms of dress, he is very similar to Saito Immortal, except for an orange patterned scarf and purple luxurious earrings.

"You remind me of someone who has gone before."

Su Feng looked in a trance, and realized that he seemed to have not been petting the cat for a long time.

Ever since Aizen rebelled, he had been busy like a spinning top.

All kinds of things are piling up, and it is a big case to destroy the corpse soul realm at every turn.

And compared to the current feeling of this female ghost, it is obviously more pleasant to pet the cat.

Thinking of this, Su Feng let go of Saito's immortal cheeks with a disgusted expression.

Saito is immortal: "??? ”

You'd better tell me what you mean by that expression?

What the hell are you disgusting?!

Eager to slash at the head of Tsunayo Sukaze, Saito Immortal only feels the hatred for the guy in front of him, which has surpassed Shigekuni Yamamoto who betrayed his teammates.

Su Feng didn't care about the female ghost's expression, but focused all his attention on the familiar figure.

The feature points are full.

White hair, black skin.

It's a pity that it's a man.

"My gut tells me that your thoughts are offensive right now."

Heipi frowned and said, "Let me introduce myself, Sifeng Courtyard Thousand Days, one of the few people who is not the captain of the thirteenth team of the original court protector who died in the war a thousand years ago. ”

"Don't get me wrong, I just think you're a bit like an old friend of mine."

Su Feng's expression returned to calm, and he was not too surprised after hearing the self-introduction of Sifeng Yuan Qianri.

"Is it a junior of the Sifeng Courtyard family?" Sifengyuan's eyes lit up for a thousand days, as if he had awakened some strange habit, "I have worked to ease the relationship between the five nobles. ”

"Therefore, the first thing they escaped from hell was to come to the prison house to inform them of the turmoil in hell."

"It's a pity, it's still a step late."

"Judging by your outfit, hey, Tsunayoyo family?"

"Could it be that the Sifeng family and the Tsunayo family have begun to establish diplomatic relations?"

"It's a real pleasure."

"The five nobles must be thriving!"

Looking at the sudden change in the style of painting, the gods chattered about the thousand days of Sifengyuan, tracing the wind sideways, and whispered in Saito's immortal ear:

"You group of original captains, there is no normal person?"

"Jiumian Jing Yantie is a brainless reckless man, and your murderous level is comparable to Sister Hua, this time Sifengyuan Thousand Days is more like his brain was kicked by some unknown creature."

Hearing this, Saito was immortal and angry, and drew his knife with his backhand, and the smell of blood lingered.

Then, he was slapped on the head by Su Feng.

Rumble!

The majestic spiritual pressure exploded, as if the mountain peak had collapsed, and the indescribable coercion instantly fell on Saito's immortal petite body.

Suddenly, it was as if she had been suspended in time.

The expression of the whole person immediately froze, and even the action of drawing the knife was completely solidified, the blood-red pupils were out of focus, and even the condensed spiritual pressure collapsed.

If you want to ask Saito how he feels about immortality, it is that at the moment when the pressure came, her inner world completely collapsed, and her personal consciousness fell directly into a silent blank.

It was only then that she intuitively realized the gap between herself and Su Feng.

"Haven't asked yet, Your Excellency's name?"

After the four maple courtyards muttered to themselves for a thousand days, they once again focused on Su Feng.

His gaze swept over Saito's immortal body without leaving a trace, his pupils narrowing imperceptibly, and then returning to normal.

"The twenty-third generation of the head of the family of the Tsunami Dynasty, the Tsunaya Dynasty traces the wind."

Su Feng replied that since the other party was more concerned about the identities of the five nobles, it was better to start from this aspect, and maybe he could get more information about hell.

If you really can't talk about it, you can use some tough measures.

"It's the twenty-third generation."

Sifeng Yuan Qiantian was thoughtful, and suddenly returned to his senses and said: "Anyway, our Sifeng Yuan family ......."

"It's also the twenty-third generation, the current head of the family is Sifengin Yushiro Sakuzong, and the previous generation is Sifengin Yeichi."

"I'm friends with Yeyi, so I'll think, well, Your Excellency is more familiar."

Su Feng couldn't get the other party's seniority, and he didn't want this guy to take advantage, so he called Your Excellency.

To put it bluntly, the life span of the Grim Reaper is too long, and the generations between each other have long been chaotic.

Today you may be my brother-in-law, and tomorrow I may be your stepfather.

Similar situations happen from time to time.

Therefore, everyone usually talks separately to avoid confusion.

"Is that so?"

Sifeng Yuan Qianri thought thoughtfully, "It turns out that the Tsunayo family has developed to this point." ”

"It's intimidating."

"But, since you're a friend of Sifeng Yuan Yeyi, then it's up to me to consider your strength, there should be no problem, right?"

The moment the words fell, Su Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Thousand Days of Sifeng Courtyard, who was still standing dozens of meters away, actually appeared behind him without him noticing.

Sure enough, the original captain didn't have a normal guy.

One second they are talking cordially, and the next they are likely to have a conflict.

What this guy from Sifengyuan Thousand Days showed may just be an illusion to deceive others.

"You guys, you really weren't scared by the old man."

A trace of impatience flashed in the eyes of the wind, he hated this kind of guy who deliberately appeared behind someone else's back and then pretended to be profound.

The last person to do this, now the grave grass is taller than the more wooden sword eight.

"You mean Shigekuni Yamamoto?"

Sifeng Yuan Qiantian said easily, "I can survive the war a thousand years ago, that means ......"

However, before he could finish his words, he saw a palm infinitely enlarged in his vision, instantly occupying his entire world.

In an instant, cold sweat soaked the death tyrant suit!

The Thousand Days of Spiritual Pressure of the Four Fengyuan Courtyard erupted wildly, and the mighty pillar of light shot straight into the sky, and dozens of black chains burst out on its body, dancing wildly.

Faced with a suffocating threat, he tried to resist it with all his might.

The sleeveless captain Yuori shattered, the Death Overlord's suit was torn open by chains, and a swarthy body appeared in front of him.

The familiar technique was displayed, and a large number of ghost spirits exploded at his shoulders, and the intricate lines staggered on his arms, spreading throughout his body.

The already strong spiritual pressure has climbed to the extreme at this moment.

The muscles on the body swelled, and the branch-like green tendons burst on the epidermis, wriggling like small snakes, hideous and terrifying.

However, just as the momentum climbed to its peak, Su Feng's palm was already close to his face:

"A thousand miles to the sky."

When the calm voice fell into the ears of the thousand days of Sifengyuan, it was like thunder in the sky, deafening.

The next moment.

Under the gaze of his frightened gaze, the ordinary white palm swelled up in an instant, as if blowing air, turning into a huge palm the size of a mountain peak, completely enveloping his figure.

"It's ......"

There was no time to sigh, and the Thousand Days of the Four Fengyuan broke out with their strongest attack.

The flames exploded at his shoulders, and the black chains turned into wings, shaking the air around them, and the ground cracked layer by layer.

And then.

He erupted in a tail flame and rushed straight into the huge palm that the spirit pressure had turned into.

Bang!

A deafening explosion resounded above the prison convict's mansion, the ground rattled with a tingling click, and countless ravines were scattered and cracked, forming a terrifying scene of intertwined abysses.

The ruins are collapsing, and the smoke is everywhere!

The explosion covered the entire block, and it was still spreading farther away, even passing through the protective barrier and reaching the Soul Court!

Looking down from the sky, the huge palm landed in the vast mansion, directly slapping the entire prison family into ashes!

A huge palm print appeared on the original mansion, and even the finger marks were clearly visible.

Su Feng looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.

The moves I learned from the Ichibei of the main department of the army are really easy to use, and it may be a bit difficult to deal with the first-class indigo dye, but like the Thousand Days of the Four Maple Courtyards, one beat does not squeak.

Under the stirring dust and smoke, Sifeng Yuan Qianri felt as if he had been run over by countless great voids and ferocious, and there was no place in his body that was not painful.

Even the chains given by hell crumbled under this blow.

You know, this is a strange substance that even the sword can't help but do.

Who the hell is this guy?!

Sifengyuan Thousand Days lay in the dust, and a large amount of white bone appeared on his dark cheeks, which instantly condensed into a white bone mask.

The gray pupils turned into beast-like gold in an instant.

"It's this change again."

Sufeng looked at the Thousand Days of Sifengin Temple, who stood up from the ashes of the ruins in a posture that violated the physiological structure of the human body, and asked curiously:

"Female imp, what's going on with this change?"

"Do you have the unique abilities of the dead who fell into hell, it seems to be very similar to the void."

Waited for a moment, no response.

Sufeng looked sideways at Saito Immortal, only to see that this guy's eyes were blank, his small mouth was open, and transparent liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Looks like it's completely broken.

At the same time, the Thousand Days of the Four Fengyuan Courtyard were killed again, and under the fierce momentum, the phosphorus gas of hell surrounded it, corroding the atmosphere and the dense spirit children in the air.

"Die!"

The hoarse roar of a beast echoed over the ruins, and the furious spiritual pressure burned like flames on its body, distorting even the air.

At the moment when the wind was approaching, a straight punch was blasted out without any fancy shots.

Rumble!

There was a bang, and the white-haired head wearing a bone mask exploded completely in the bursting plasma!

(End of chapter)