Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 163 Peeping from the Void Night Palace
Boom! !
Hundreds of righteous skeletons sacrificed part of Mocheng Shuangye's soul, and ignited a fiery flame covering dozens of miles above the barren void circle!

It was supposed to be a virtual circle of night, but at this moment it entered daytime, and wherever the eyes could see, there were terrifying flames rising into the sky.

The fiery colors of orange and red color the sky and the earth, and the red giant blade of Lingzi spurts out of it, as if it wants to burn everything in the virtual circle.

The Quincy masters who had fled to the extreme distance looked at the distant sky in horror, and the doomsday-like scene was reflected in their pupils.

They never expected that they could still be affected by the shock of the battle after fleeing dozens of miles away.

While the flaming giant blade that pierced through the night tore through the atmosphere, it also wiped out the cold air flow within tens of miles, followed by scorching high temperatures, sweeping all directions.

Quincy masters with weaker strength even need to form a spiritual pressure defense to resist the rolling heat wave.

They couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying impact the person at the center of the flame would bear.

A knife cremation rushed into the zenith, annihilating the airflow in all directions, and the void was distorted, showing a series of dark cracks.

But in the four directions of the flames, the thick clouds were continuously annihilated and re-condensed, countless Thunder Snakes ran away, and the roar burst out with infinite power.

Mole City Shuangye's sudden outburst exceeded Su Feng's expectations, but it was still within acceptable limits.

If he abandons the ultimate move of geographical advantage, Su Feng still has a little confidence in facing this Eighth Generation Kenpachi.

The howling wind suddenly rose, and the supposedly bluish-white wind continued to condense and intensify, and gradually evolved into a jet-black color, connecting with the thick clouds on the zenith, and countless thunders poured out of it like waterfalls, merging into the endless power of light and heat , once exacerbated the gust of wind.

Su Feng faced the exploding sea of ​​flames head-on, Lan Yin shook, absorbing the hurricane and sinking into the blade, in an instant, the silver-white blade turned crimson.

An unspeakable scorching temperature erupted in it, even overwhelming the power of a knife cremation.

The practice of Yuanliu Saber Zen allowed Sufeng to understand what wind and thunder are in the Zanpakuto space, and based on the most familiar liberation of the wind element, he developed the latest moves.

All the spiritual pressure poured into the blade, and the magma-like red lines spread all over it, emitting a blazing bright light.

Su Feng faced the one-knife cremation directly, and even the Xun Lei Yuyi couldn't continue to maintain it when the spiritual pressure was exhausted.

I saw his eyes staring straight ahead, and what was reflected in his pupils was a knife-shaped flaming tornado, with Lan Yin in his hand, he went straight up and slashed down!

"The Wind of Fever!"

As soon as the words fell, the blade fell like a magma flow, and an invisible wind suddenly broke out, overwhelming the front.

There was no massive explosion, no light and heat rushing straight into the clouds, and no aftermath that stirred up all directions and swept everything.

The knife-shaped flame that pierced the sky and the earth disappeared in an instant, as if it had been erased abruptly, without any trace left.

A large piece of crimson scorching crystals remained on the sand surface, which was the glaze formed by melting the sand surface under high temperature.

And this is the only trace left under the confrontation between the two.

Bhikkhus, in the midst of the world, there are winds again, which are called hot afflictions.

If those winds come to these four continents, all living beings, living and living, and all identities in these four continents will be scattered and wiped out...

Su Feng stood on the spot with a calm breath, staring into the distance, the Lan Yin in his hand naturally fell down, and the remaining scorching breath dripped down, instantly corroding the sand surface into bottomless pits.

On the other hand, Mocheng Shuangye in the distance, the breath is disordered, no longer the original elegance.

Annihilating hundreds of righteous skeletons in one breath is not a small consumption for him.

However, at this time, he couldn't care about these things.

Compared with the loss of righteous bones and souls, Su Feng's head-on resistance to the No. 96 breakaway made him even more shocked.

With his talent and knowledge, he couldn't even understand what form Cai's move was.

Direct attack?Ghost Dao?Or the rules system?
Mole Chengshuang also panted heavily, trying to regain his composure.

He could clearly perceive that Su Feng was just trying to hold on, and the attack just now had exhausted all of his spiritual pressure.

The seemingly relaxed posture is nothing but the end of the battle.

Not to mention continuing to fight, I'm afraid I can't even lift the Zanpakuto...

Before he could settle his thoughts, a more horrifying scene appeared. The turbulent flow of spirit particles visible to the naked eye lingered in the distance, completely engulfing Su Feng, and disappeared at a faster speed.

The recovery speed of the opponent's spiritual pressure is far beyond common sense.

Mo Chengshuang didn't care about other things, he condensed a new body with his backhand, and ten bodies stood on his left and right.

The blazing spirits rushed in all directions, and the ghostly incantation of No. 73, the double lotus blue fire falling from the broken way, chanted again, forming a weak sound wave, condensing on the sky.

The azure blue flames poured down like a waterfall, rushing mightily towards the location where Su Feng was.

It only needs to affect the recovery speed, then there is still hope of winning in the end!

Until now, Mo Chengshuang still hasn't given up, and still has the idea of ​​defeating Su Feng and using his own spirit to fuse the opponent.

"Rain dew pomegranate."

The firm tone resounded in the empty desert, and what responded to it was the familiar chirping voice.

"Hee-ha-ha! Are you finally willing to call someone?"

The enchanting figure appeared behind Mocheng Shuangye, and Yulu Zheliu covered her mouth and smiled lightly, as if laughing at the unbearable situation at this time:
"Hee hee, are you starting to regret your previous reckless move?"

"If you are willing to continue to observe for a period of time, you may really discover the weakness of the funny little brother."

Mole City Shuang also asked in a low voice: "Is all this within your expectations?"

"Hehe, how is this possible?"

Yulu Zheliu laughed excitedly, "I never thought that you would lose to this very interesting little brother, although he is also very handsome."

"But as far as it is concerned, the result is really good!"

"By the way, what did you call people out for?"

Mole Chengshuang was also silent, seeing that the Cang Yan in the distance had been wiped out by the black wind again, and then said in an undetectable voice:
"Return to the original solution state."

"I really can't do anything about you, but people will respect your choice..."

The conversation between the two was not over yet, but a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly erupted in the distance, and the storm suddenly swept away.

A white figure instantly appeared in front of one person and one knife.

Looking at Yulu Zheliu, who seemed to be returning to the state of primordial solution, Sufeng raised the corner of his mouth, and a ferocious smile emerged: "It's only now that I think of the big move, isn't it a bit late?"

Before the opponent's ability was activated, a big hand directly pressed on the face of the unsuspecting Mocheng Shuangya.

Immediately, under Yuluzheliu's astonished gaze, the power of his palm exploded, and he ruthlessly threw Mo Chengshuang into the sand.

boom!
A large amount of white sand soared into the sky, Mocheng's eyes, mouth and nose were all flooded and filled with white sand, and he was in a panic for a while.

"You, I..." Yulu Zheliu opened her mouth slightly, her mature face was full of shock, and she couldn't even care about the excited laughter before, "The guy with the word sword in his name..."

Su Feng didn't play cards according to the routine at all, which really exceeded the expectations of everyone present.

Farther away, Kurosaki Maki's beautiful eyes looked forward, and there was excitement in her pupils. She seemed more willing to see this unconventional scene, which was not a big deal.

Even Ishida Zongxian opened and closed his mouth, unable to understand for a while.

Shouldn't the real strong ones respect each other and fight each other with their big moves?

Isn't it the truth of the world that the brave wins when we meet on a narrow road?

He felt that his three views were being distorted.

It's a pity that Sufeng's move didn't stop Yulu Zheliu's transformation from returning to her original solution, and she shattered in the scorching atmosphere.

A large number of spiritual seeds were condensed and turned into a shallow knife blade, which appeared in the palm of Mocheng Shuangye.

Against his embarrassed body, he burst out a powerful spiritual pressure, briefly forcing Su Feng back.

Mole Chengshuang also stood where he was, letting Baisha slip off his body, and his emotions became extremely complicated for a while.

He has always respected those who are willing to sacrifice for others and have righteousness in their hearts.

In his cognition, Su Feng is undoubtedly this kind of person.

The only downside may be that the hands are too dirty.

There is absolutely no demeanor that a strong person should have.

Isn't it a matter of course for Reapers who are both captains to respect each other?

Spit out the white sand stuffed in his mouth, because of returning to the original solution, he can no longer control the spirit as usual.

All the fused spirits in his previous state of Swastika have been integrated into the blade in his hand at this time.

After losing the strongest shield of the fusion technique, Mole Chengshuang also got the strongest spear!
"It's a pity, I thought I could take the opportunity to seal you."

Su Feng casually threw away the murderous stone device he had prepared in advance, and sighed regretfully.

"In the end, it's come to this point."

"Fortunately, I have returned to my prime."

Because of the high level of affinity for spirit sons, and under intentional circumstances, the recovery speed of Sufeng spiritual pressure is far faster than that of ordinary captains.

The surging spiritual pressure intertwined, and Mo Chengshuang no longer cared about what happened just now.

The final blow decides each other's fate.

Life or death, let the strength decide!
Thick clouds swept over again, without the suppression of a knife cremation, the dark clouds continued to pile up, like surging waves, pressing towards the ground.

At the end of the line of sight, the heaven and the earth seem to be handed over.

The violent heat wave pushed across the sky, cracked the eye of the cloud with a bang, turned into a violent thunder, condensed into a pillar of thunder, and sank into the raised blade below.

"The Wind of Fever."

It's still the same move, but this time it has more power of full manifestation.

Facing Mocheng Shuangye, whose spirit pressure was higher than his own and who was at full strength, Sufeng didn't dare to be careless. Anyway, he had already drawn his hole card, so he might as well take advantage of it.

Lava-like lines flowed on the blade, and the hot breath blowing towards the face quickly evaporated the moisture in the atmosphere.

Mo Chengshuang also took a light breath, held a knife in both hands, and slashed forward with burning eyes.

In an instant, the two people's spiritual pressure intertwined, bursting out with all their strength, and a terrifying storm suddenly swept through everything when the blades collided.

As a result, large areas of void were shattered, revealing pitch-black gaps, like deep eyeballs, gazing at the doomsday storm rushing towards the sky.

The mighty aftermath continued to spread towards the desert hundreds of miles away. When the white sand rolled, a shocking sandstorm rolled in the virtual circle.

…………

In the west direction, a simple but majestic palace is located under the crescent moon, with a huge throne at the top, towering white stone pillars scattered, and a huge building complex stands under the palace.

A skeleton exuding endless coercion sits on the throne, its empty eyes staring at the direction of the distant sandstorm.

The scorching and terrifying aura spanned endless distances, making the figures on the throne stagnate.

The sitting skeleton opened his mouth slowly, and strands of black air escaped from the white bones.

"grim Reaper……"

　The concept of heat annoyed wind comes from "The Classic of the Origin of the World", because considering that many things in the anime Shinigami come from Buddhist classics, such as Xiaobai's Hinlunmaru Swastika, Dongxian's Yanmo Cricket, and the store manager's Avalokitesvara opened the Red Princess Kai, Nirvana Mayuri's killing Jizo, the design of Mao Prison, etc.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)