Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 290: Hua Tian Kuang Gu·Heart of withered pine trees
The former site of the Invisible Empire.

Kyōraku Shunsui froze on the spot, his body twisting in a posture that violated common sense.

Under Su Feng's frowning gaze, his neck bones made a sound like a gear turning, and he raised his head stiffly.

Like laughing but not laughing, like crying but not crying.

It's like a weird mask with two faces blended together on the face.

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

The only similarity is that there is no reason in the two eyes, endless madness and violence flow in them, giving people a feeling of fear and fear.

Two scimitars, one long and one short, slipped out of the cuffs at some point and were held in the palm of his hand.

Controlled by instinct, Jingraku Shunsui locked his target in an instant, stepped lightly, and immediately disappeared from the spot.

Without any warning, the knife struck forward very suddenly.

The air erupted with a sound like tearing cloth, and the sword pressure wrapped in the strong wind fell from the sky, heading straight for Sufeng's skull, as if it was going to split it completely.

Facing this probing attack, Su Feng raised his hand and crushed it directly. Countless spirits scattered in his palm, like fireflies in the sky.

He frowned as he looked at Kyōraku Shunsui who was walking in the black spiritual pressure.

As the first person to teach him basic combat skills such as slaying fists and walking away from ghosts, Sufeng had fought against Kyōraku Shunsui more than once.

It can be said that he is extremely familiar with his fighting methods and abilities.

However, in the virtual state, Kyoraku Shunsui should have completely abandoned the past and fought solely with instinct.

But the reality was not what he thought.

The slash just now had only three points of force at most.

In this state, he would still test the enemy?

Just when he was surprised, Jingraku Shunshui launched a new round of attacks. The two swords intertwined and slashed forward fiercely.

Sufeng clearly noticed that when launching this attack, he had already stepped on the condensed spirit stream and stayed in the air for a short time!

Xingui: The one with the highest position wins!

What was originally a mediocre sword pressure suddenly became extremely violent due to the strengthening of Shijie's rules. When the intertwined swords fell, they turned into a strong wind howling over the wasteland.

Wherever it passed, all the ruins and debris were rolled into the air, and holes were torn open on the ground.

Sufeng's thumb gently pushed the sword at his waist, making a clear sound, and the sizzling arc of electricity danced across his fingertips, like an active elf.

Thick clouds piled up on the sky, and an indescribable sense of oppression covered the entire plain. Some buildings in the old site of the Invisible Empire even made mournful sounds of being overwhelmed.

The sword containing the electric arc pressed against the sword at the moment of drawing it out, and a surge broke out. The world seemed to be split open, and huge abyss-like cracks were scattered at Su Feng's feet.

The roaring wind tornado was cut into two pieces at this moment, and then dissipated in the air.

boom!
The remaining power of the thunder did not diminish, and it fell directly on the location of Jing Le Chun Shui. Suddenly, the smell of burning was filled, the white figure was covered by the thunder light, and the coir raincoat was instantly vaporized.

However, before Sufeng could retract his sword, a ghostly figure appeared in the shadow behind him.

"White……"

The hoarse whisper was like an evil ghost demanding life, and the scimitar, one long and the other short, slashed straight forward with rapidity!
Shadow Ghost: The one whose shadow is stepped on loses!

Porn ghost: Those who are beheaded will die!

scoff-

The cloth was torn violently, and the captain Haori was cut into two pieces in an instant, and fell into the shadow. The black shadow was like a living creature, with scattered teeth appearing and swallowing the tattered Haori straight into it.

Sufeng used the cicada's footwork to dodge the attack, controlled the wind to step onto the dome, and looked down with a frown.

It was completely different when fighting Unohana Retsu.

As the first Kenpachi, Unohana Retsu fights based on instinct alone, without thinking about any techniques or strategies at all.

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

However, Kyōraku Shunsui seemed to have carved the strangeness and change into his soul. Even driven by instinct, he still showed a fighting style that ordinary people could not fathom.

That is to say, Su Feng knew about his ability, but if someone who didn't know much about his intelligence came to fight him, even if his strength was far superior to Kyoryu Shunsui's, he would still be in trouble.

"Solution—"

Jingraku Shunsui looked up at the sky, his weird mask twisted his expression, as if there was a hint of a crazy smile that was not easy to detect, and his hoarse voice echoed in the wasteland.

In an instant, an extremely cold aura swept across the entire wasteland, the ultimate bone-piercing pain acted on the body, and a large amount of black material continued to surge under his feet.

Under Su Feng's stunned gaze, Jing Le Chun Shui missed a single blow and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, black spiritual pressure surging freely on one long and one short scimitar.

Turning his wrist, the blade sank into the shadow.

The dark shadow of a slim woman appeared from behind Kyoryu Shunsui, her body leaned slightly and her hands were wrapped around his neck.

Sufeng recognized this woman, her appearance after Zanpakutō Katen materialized.

Surprisingly, Huatian did not reveal her charming face. Instead, she was covered by a gloomy white bone mask, and her collar fell down, revealing her snow-white color.

The sky was getting darker and darker, shrouded in thick clouds, as if we were entering a real doomsday.

"Huatian Crazy Bones · Kusong Heart!"

At this moment, the spiritual pressure of Jingraku's spring water covered the entire plain, and an abyss-like fear filled the air, as if the sea water poured in and the heaven and earth collapsed!
Sufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and while bearing this huge pressure, he also became a little more cautious.

Although he was relatively confident in his own strength, he could not ignore Kyōraku Shunsui in the virtual state.

After all, Honzo Aizen was almost stabbed by Ichimaru Gin, and Kyōraku Shunsui was obviously more dangerous at the moment.

The viscous black liquid overflowed from the blade of Huatian Kuanggu, which was submerged in the shadow, and seeped into the shadow along the blade like the liquefied substance of the shadow.

The black liquid filled the air, extending into a deeper shadow of the pine tree, with three or two pine leaves dotted on it, adding a sense of loneliness to it, and at the same time, there was also a deeper strangeness gushing out!
"Act [-]: Sharing the trauma of hesitation!"

It was like the low cry of evil spirits in hell, and the sound was like countless chains colliding and rubbing against each other. It was harsh and made people feel scalp numb at the same time.

At this moment, Sufeng clearly noticed the changes in the rules under the cover of spiritual pressure.

A strange and irresistible force acted on his body, and the scorching breath enveloped him instantly.

It was like being struck by thunder.

An excessive spiritual pressure gap will render the opponent's moves ineffective, but this does not mean that a small spiritual pressure gap will render the opposing parties helpless.

It is true that Sufeng boasts that his spiritual pressure exceeds that of Kyoraku Shunsui now, but this does not invalidate his swastika ability.

But at this time, the injury that was almost cut into a charred corpse by his knife had been transferred to Su Feng's body.

If the original interpretation of Hua Tian Kuang Gu is to turn children's games into reality, then its interpretation is to realize the reality of adult drama. "Sen Luo Sheng Sheng."

The light of return appeared and enveloped Sufeng's body, completely dispelling the injuries in just a moment.

Kyōraku Shunsui, who was sitting cross-legged in the shadow, still looked scorched. The synchronized injury was not a transfer of injury, and the first scene in Kusatsu's heart had no therapeutic effect.

"Act [-]: The mattress of shame!"

Kyōraku Shunsui was not disappointed by the huge disparity. Driven by instinct, he was like a puppet on strings, conscientiously completing the performance of a drama.

The interlude narration ends here, the secret fight is the climax of the whole battle.

As his voice fell, the dead pine transformed into black shadow appeared behind him again, and the aura of sadness and despair continued to permeate the wasteland.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Su Feng was a little moved, and extremely miserable scenes seemed to be outlined in front of his eyes.

Irregular ink dots embellished his body, as if dragging him into the abyss of darkness.

His golden and red eyes looked at Suifeng above the dome, with a playful meaning emerging from the depths of his pupils.

The white bone mask, which looked like two faces fused together, showed an extremely distorted expression.

Kyōraku Shunsui in the virtual state did not seem to have lost his mind, but had transformed into a complete stranger.

"The Way of Inner Path, the Way of One, Life Returns to Heaven."

Green vines emerged from the condensation of spiritual pressure, instantly dispersing the irregular ink spots on Sufeng's body before the blood seeped out.

"Act [-]: Duanyuyuan!"

Kyōraku Shunsui did not stop his performance. The moment he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly erupted with terrifying spiritual pressure as vast as an abyss.

The black shadow that nearly covered the entire wasteland rose into the sky like an upside-down waterfall, instantly dyeing the sky pure black.

Endless abyss surged from the black shadow, completely swallowing him and Sufeng's figure.

Sufeng silently felt the coverage of the spiritual pressure water around him, waiting for the last scene to begin.

In this adult drama, the last thing he was worried about was the end of Duan Yuyuan in the third act.

Even though Jingraku Shunsui's spiritual pressure doubled due to the virtualization, compared with Sufeng's, it was still not impressive enough.

Although the spiritual pressure flowed away like water, compared to the majestic body, this flow was somewhat insignificant.

Even with the blessing of a higher affinity to the spirit child, the time consumption is almost equal to the recovery speed.

Excluding factors such as eating, drinking, and diarrhea, Sufeng could live in this Duan Yuyuan forever, and the three realms would return to chaos.

Kyōraku Shunsui seemed to be aware of this. When he put the sword into its sheath, the index and middle fingers of his right hand came together. Ruyuan's spiritual pressure gathered on them and condensed on his fingertips, pulling out thin white threads of spiritual energy.

The hoarse narration voice sounded again, but this time there were slightly more lines.

"A woman's love is extremely cruel. She is indifferent to the noisy man. What shines in his throat is the white silk soaked with attachment..."

"At least use these hands to cut off the messy and entangled threads of attachment and tie them up here."

The silk thread was like a fish, swimming freely in the Duanyu Abyss, wrapping around the side of Sufeng's body, climbing all the way up, until it wrapped around the defenseless neck.

"The end of Yan's section, the blood-stained throat of the thread-cut clip!"

The hoarse sound of Jingraku's spring water echoed in the Duanyu Abyss. The undulating water flow was swaying unsteadily, and ripples visible to the naked eye rippled along the silk threads.

In an instant, the white thread-like spirit threads gathered together, trying to cut off Sufeng's neck here.

"Prison binds all things, the wind of unity!"

Su Feng gently raised the silver-white blade in his hand, and the endless wind breath suddenly rose and exploded in the Duanyu Abyss. The roar turned into a terrifying whirlpool, and the majestic water flow continued to stir in it.

Patterns visible to the naked eye appeared on Sufeng's neck, just in time to stop in front of the thin white thread-like spirit seeds.

Like indestructible steel, no matter how hard the thin threads of spirit particles rub against it, there is no attenuation at all.

On the contrary, in this constant friction, the fine threads of the spirit were broken layer by layer, turning into darkness like ink spots and falling into the depths of Duanyu Abyss.

The silver-white wind breath is woven into a feather fabric, showing a standing collar, resisting the harvesting of the thin threads of spirit seeds.

Only then did the disadvantages of virtualization appear.

Jingraku Shunsui was like a robot executing a set program, constantly condensing threads in the Yuanyuan Abyss, and repeating attacks again and again with a stiff posture.

This process lasted for quite some time.

During this period, Sufeng repeatedly used the Double Lotus Blue Fire Drop, the Flying Dragon Strike Thief Sky-shaking Thunder Cannon, the Black Coffin, and the Thousand-Handed Bright Sky Cannon to blast the Kyoryaku Chunshui.

It directly tore open numerous gaps in its body, and the most serious wave even nearly blew its head into pieces.

What's amazing is that Kyoraku Shunsui has mastered the ability to regenerate extremely quickly after the virtualization. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as he doesn't die on the spot, he can recover quickly through the consumption of spiritual pressure.

Correspondingly, its spiritual pressure consumption rate 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 Duanyu Abyss.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

Jing Le Shun Shui's astonished eyes wandered back and forth between him and Su Feng, unable to understand the scene in front of him.

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

Looking back at the wind, the feathers were fluttering, and not even a trace of dust was stained.

Judging from his excessive consumption of spiritual pressure and the Duanyu Yuan that covered the entire plain, it was not difficult for Kyōraku Shunsui to judge the ferocity and intensity of the battle.

Although driven by instinct, he cannot fully exert his full strength, but it is not far off.

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

Is the gap between them already so outrageous?

"Phew, although it was difficult, it is finally over."

Jingraku's spring water lifted Duanyuyuan, and he lay pale on the plain where several layers had been cut off, not caring about his own image at all.

"If nothing else happens, I should be the last captain to complete the virtual transformation, right?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at Su Feng who was standing beside him, "What about the next plan? Is it better to strike first, or..."

Sufeng lowered his eyes and replied calmly: "There is still one more crucial person left."

Kyoraku Shunsui frowned, then relaxed: "Zaraki Kenpachi?"

(End of this chapter)