Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 3 Mastering all genres, that is, eight thousand streams

The clear sound of insects resounded, vibrating between Su Feng's eardrums, like a drill bit, forcibly tearing deeper.

The sound waves materialized, like ripples, rippling around Dongxianyao as the center.

In just an instant, Su Feng was completely enveloped.

The spiritual pressure burst out, stirring up the gust of wind, sweeping across the dojo.

The transition from silence to frantic noise was only an instant.

The sudden explanation made the captain of the onlookers look surprised, but at the same time he showed a natural expression.

Although Tōsen's main status is no more than the fifth chief officer, he has also shown amazing talent.

Long before he joined the Gotei Thirteenth Team, he had already mastered the real name of Zanpakutō, and he had shown many initial solutions in battle.

Otherwise, he would not be listed as one of the captain candidates.

The sound waves oscillated, covering Su Feng's whole body.

The spiritual pressure rolled back and roared in all directions.

Facing Qing Chong Yishi full of pressure, Su Feng didn't take it seriously.

If Dongxian Yao had grown up completely, he might still care a little bit.

But the current Dongxian is just a stepping stone for him to step into a higher realm.

"Breaking the Way 63 Thunder Roar Cannon."

Su Feng raised his left hand flat, his lips parted slightly, and the spiritual pressure was condensed in the palm.

The bright golden light bloomed in an instant, like a scorching sun.

All the Reaper soldiers watching from a distance stretched out their hands subconsciously to cover them.

Boom!

The violent thunder suppressed the humming insects, and under Su Feng's control, a burst of thunder tore through the air and went straight to Dongxian Yao.

Above the dojo, it is full of dazzling light.

Caught off guard, Dongxian had only time to put Zanpakuto in front of him.

The golden thunder exploded on the blade, knocking it back for more than a few steps.

Seeing this, the expressions of the captains were even more surprised.

"It's really surprising that the broken chant can still have such power."

The astonishment on Lanran's face did not seem to be fake, "Perhaps compared to the Thirteenth Guarding Team, Sufeng Three Seats are more suitable for ghosts and daoists."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Captain Aizen."

At some point, Jingle Shunsui's bamboo hat has moved to the top of the line of sight, and a pair of cynical eyes also stay on the dojo.

"Perhaps, he has even more astonishing accomplishments in other fields."

"Cough, cough cough." Fuzhu Shishilang coughed and responded, "After all, this is the third seat of Sufeng who is known as the genius of death."

The battle in the dojo and the discussions of the subordinates around him did not change the expression of Yamamoto Motoryuzai as the captain.

He stared at the front silently, Gujing Wubo couldn't see his thoughts deep in his eyes.

Maybe for him.

This level of fighting is nothing more than a child's play.

In any case, he is also an existence that has experienced many wars, the strongest death god in the world of corpses and souls.

The light faded.

Su Feng stared ahead, but did not put down his raised left hand.

"Bound Dao 39: Round Gate Fan."

"Broken Path 33: Blue Flame Pendant!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and the pale explosion roared and rushed in the fading light, and went straight to Sufeng.

As if he had expected it long ago, the spiritual pressure in front of Su Feng was also condensed, turning into a round shield, which happened to keep Cang Huo Pendant out.

The evenly matched confrontation disappeared in an instant.

Taking advantage of this situation, Dongxian Yao approached again with Shunbu, and Zanpakuto slashed straight down at a strange angle.

Ding!
Gold and iron intertwined, sparks burst out.

The two fought fiercely again in the form of close combat.

however.

Compared with Su Feng's relaxed state, a fine layer of sweat had already oozed from Tosen Kaname's forehead, which almost melted into the bone mask.

gap.

A gap that cannot be ignored!
No one could understand the shock and bewilderment in Dongxian Yao's heart at this moment.

Every time I swung the knife, it was as if I was chopping on a heavy mountain.

It is useless not to say.

The force of the shock alone has already made his arms numb and difficult to control.

Before today, Dongxian had imagined the battle between the two countless times, and even rehearsed the details of countless battles in his mind.

But until the real confrontation with the wind.

Only now did he realize how outrageously wrong he was.

When, when, when!
The speed of Su Feng's sword swing became more and more astonishing, and various schools of kendo were displayed by his subordinates one after another.

The Flying Sword Style, the Dance of the Three Suns and the Moon, the Wind of Hundred Eight Troubles...

The magnificent kendo style made Dongxian feel a lot of pressure, and at the same time shocked the eyes of the whole place.

For an ordinary god of death, mastering two or three schools of kendo is already a big deal.

But looking back at Sufeng, from the beginning of the battle to the present, the kendo style he displayed has never been repeated!

This astonishing kendo attainment even surpassed all the captains.

And this leads to.

The beautiful eyes of a certain gentle captain of the fourth division already shone with a moving light.

"It's an exciting battle..."

The slightly low voice was suppressed by the aftermath of gold and iron, and it didn't even attract the attention of others.

Only the captain Yamamoto Motoryuzai, who has always been silent, subconsciously looked at the gentle woman not far from him.

Among the people present, no one knew the captain of the Fourth Division better than him.

As the first generation of Kenpachi, Uzhi Huaretsu once claimed to have mastered all genres in the world.

Now seeing another existence whose kendo attainment is not weaker than her own, how can she not see Lie Xinxi?

on the dojo.

Intricate knife light bursts and interweaves, painting exquisite pictures.

Under Su Feng's oppression, Dongxian retreated again and again, and was completely regarded by him as a training object to refine his own kendo.

He also noticed this when Su Feng's swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.

Thinking of this, Tōsen Kaname couldn't help showing a hint of sullenness on his face.

"If you underestimate others, you will pay a price." A hoarse voice sounded from under the bone mask.

After the words fell, Dongxian Yao broke out again.

Like a beam of light, the spiritual pressure soared into the sky, occupying the sky of the dojo.

The majestic force spread above the blade, forcing Su Feng back for a short time, disrupting his kendo rhythm.

"The Second Type of Insect Removal, Red Locusts!"

Dong Xian raised his arm suddenly, and Zanpakudao slashed down.

in an instant.

Sharp blades swarmed out like a torrential rain, blocking all possible dodge for Su Feng.

Boom! !

The stone slabs shattered, the ground collapsed, and a huge cloud of dust tens of meters high was suddenly raised.

With just this one attack, the entire dojo was completely reduced to ruins.

If it weren't for the blockade of the ghost enchantment, it would even affect the death soldiers who watched the battle.

Dust filled the sky, blocking the sight of onlookers.

Just when they thought Su Feng was more ominous than good, a more terrifying spiritual pressure erupted in the dust.

The roaring beam of light engulfed all the obstructions, revealing the figure inside.

A calm voice came out amidst the substantive spiritual pressure, and Su Feng held the Zanpakuto with one hand and stared calmly ahead.

"It's over here, Dongxian Five Seats..."

(End of this chapter)