The clear chirping of insects echoed, vibrating between Sufeng's eardrums, like a drill bit, forcefully tearing deeper.
The sound wave materialized, like a ripple, rippling out with Dong Xian Yao as the center.
In just an instant, Suifeng was completely enveloped.
The spiritual pressure burst out, setting off a violent wind that swept over the dojo.
The transition from silence to wild noise only takes a moment.
The sudden explanation made the captain who was watching look surprised. At the same time, he showed a natural expression.
Although Tōsen Kaname is only the fifth official, he has shown amazing talent.
Long before joining the Gotei 13, he had already mastered the Zanpakutō's true name, and demonstrated it many times in battle.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been listed as one of the captain candidates.
Sound waves vibrated, covering Suifeng's entire body.
The spiritual pressure rolled back and roared in all directions.
Facing this pressure-filled Qing Chong Yi Shi, Su Feng didn't take it seriously.
If it were Tōsen Kaname who had fully grown up, 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 Path No. 63: Thunder Roar Cannon."
Su Feng raised his left hand straight, his lips and teeth opened slightly, and spiritual pressure condensed in the palm of his hand.
The bright golden light bloomed in an instant, like a blazing sun.
The Death God soldiers who were watching from a distance subconsciously stretched out their hands to cover it.
Boom!
The violent thunder suppressed the humming sound of insects. Under Sufeng's control, a burst of lightning tore through the air and headed straight for Dongxian.
The dojo was filled with dazzling light.
Caught off guard, Tōsen Kaname only had time to place his Zanpakutō in front of him.
Golden lightning exploded on the blade, knocking it back several steps.
Seeing this, the captains looked even more surprised.
"It's really surprising that the chant of destruction can still be so powerful."
The surprise on Aizen's face didn't seem to be fake, "Perhaps the Sufeng Three Seats are more suitable for the Ghost Demons than the Gotei 13."
"Don't jump to conclusions, Captain Aizen."
At some point, Kyōraku Shunsui's bamboo hat had moved above his line of sight, and his cynical eyes stayed on the dojo.
"Perhaps he has more amazing achievements in other fields."
"Ahem, cough, cough." Jutsuro Ukitake said as he coughed, "After all, this is the Three Seats of Sufeng who are known as geniuses of death."
The battle in the dojo and the discussions among his subordinates did not change the expression of Yamamoto Genryusai as the commander-in-chief.
He silently stared ahead, and no trace of his thoughts could be seen from the depths of Gujing Mubo's eyes.
Maybe for him.
A battle of this level is nothing more than children's play.
After all, he is a being who has experienced many wars and is the strongest Shinigami in the Soul Society.
The light faded.
Sufeng stared ahead, but did not put down his raised left hand.
"Thirty-nine of the Binding Dao: Round Gate Fan."
"The Thirty-three of the Broken Paths: Blue Fire Falling!"
The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and the pale explosive flames roared in the fading light, heading straight towards the wind.
As if he had expected it, Sufeng's spiritual pressure condensed in front of him and turned into a circular shield, which just happened to resist the Canghuo Pendant.
The evenly matched confrontation was eliminated in an instant.
However, Tosen Gao took advantage of this situation and approached with Shunpo again, slashing straight down with his Zanpakutō at a weird angle.
Ding!
Gold and iron intersect, and sparks fly.
The two men once again fought fiercely in close combat.
However.
Compared to Sufeng's relaxed attitude, a layer of fine sweat beads had oozed out from Dongxian Yao's forehead, almost blending into the bone mask.
gap.
A gap that cannot be ignored!
No one can understand the shock and confusion in Dongxian Yao's heart at this time.
Every time he swung the sword, it felt like he was chopping down a mountain.
Useless to say.
The force of the counter-shock alone made his arms numb and difficult to control.
Before today, Dongxian Yao had imagined the battle between the two countless times, and even rehearsed the details of the battle countless times in his mind.
But it wasn't until we really faced the wind.
He just realized how wrong he was.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The speed of Sufeng's sword swings became more and more astonishing, and various schools of swordsmanship were also used by his men.
Flying Sword Style, Dance of the Three Suns and Moon, Hundred and Eight Worries Wind...
The gorgeous kendo school put a lot of pressure on Dong Xian, and at the same time, his eyes were blown away.
For an ordinary Shinigami, mastering two or three kendo schools 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 attainment of swordsmanship is even higher than that of other captains.
And this also leads to.
A certain gentle captain of the fourth division had a moving light in his beautiful eyes.
"It's such an exciting battle..."
The slightly low voice was suppressed by the aftermath of the intertwined metal and iron, and did not even attract the attention of others.
Only the captain Genryusai Yamamoto, who had always been silent, subconsciously looked at the gentle woman not far away from him.
No one present knew the captain of the Fourth Division better than him.
As the first Kenpachi, Unohana Retsu once boasted of mastering all the schools in the world.
Now that she saw another person whose attainments in swordsmanship were not inferior to her own, how could she not feel happy?
In the dojo.
The intricate sword lights burst out and intertwined, painting exquisite pictures.
Dong Xian wanted to retreat continuously under Su Feng's suppression, and was completely treated as a training target to refine his own swordsmanship.
It wasn't until Sufeng's swordsmanship became more and more exquisite that he realized this.
Thinking of this, Dong Xianyao couldn't help but feel a hint of anger on his face.
"If you underestimate others too much, you will pay the price." A low and hoarse voice sounded from under the bone mask.
As soon as he finished speaking, Dongxian Yao suddenly erupted again.
The spiritual pressure like a beam of light rose into the sky, occupying the sky of the dojo.
The majestic force spread across the blade, briefly forcing Su Feng back and disrupting the rhythm of his swordplay.
"Second Form of Clearing the Insects: Red Migratory Locust!"
Tōsen Kaname suddenly raised his arm and slashed down with his Zanpakutō.
In an instant.
Sharp blades like a heavy rain swarmed out, blocking all possibilities for Sufeng to dodge.
Boom! !
The stone slabs shattered, the ground collapsed, and a huge cloud of dust tens of meters high suddenly rose up.
With just this one attack, the entire dojo was completely reduced to ruins.
If it were not blocked by the ghost barrier, it would even affect the Death God soldiers watching the battle.
Dust filled the sky, blocking the sight of onlookers.
Just when they thought Suifeng was in danger, even more terrifying spiritual pressure erupted in the dust.
The roaring light pillar swallowed up all obstructions, revealing the figure inside.
A calm voice came out from the materialized spiritual pressure. Sufeng held his Zanpakutō in one hand and stared calmly ahead.
"That's it, the five seats of Dongxian..."
