Facing the invitation, Ichimaru Gin raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and could not see the change in his eyes at all.
"Captain Sufeng, you have to be merciful!"
There is no hint of sincerity in the hypocritical words.
"Well, you should be merciful in this kind of thing."
Sufeng stretched, "I'm ashamed to say that, as a captain, I haven't mastered the swastika yet."
"It would be a bit reluctant to just rely on the initial explanation."
During the conversation, the two people's figures flashed from the high platform and appeared in the center of the dojo at the same time.
There was no one in the dojo at this time, even the Shinigami and the students who had been watching the battle were moved to the auditorium aside.
At the same time, a ghost barrier was opened in the sky above the dojo to prevent the harmful effects caused by the burst of spiritual pressure.
"Vice Captain Gin Ichimaru, please show your full strength in this assessment battle. The captains will judge whether you are qualified to be the captain based on your performance."
"If necessary, you can use the Zanpakutō's swastika!"
The words of Takuchojiro were what Yamamoto Genryusai meant, and they were also the result of discussions among several captains.
"The assessment begins!"
"Captain Sufeng, please give me some advice."
Ichimaru Gin stopped smiling a little and corrected his attitude, "Be careful!"
"Shoot him, sharpshooter!"
As he started to solve the problem, a dazzling white light flashed away above the dojo, and the air was filled with high temperatures caused by high-speed friction.
bass--
It was not until the moment when the sharp blade was about to touch Sufeng that the sound of the sword's cry came too late.
Sufeng retreated instantly, and at the same time he pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist and placed it horizontally in front of him.
Ding!
The crisp sound of gold and iron colliding sounded in the dojo. Seeing this, everyone outside the dojo couldn't help but widen their eyes. .
A cold light several meters long bloomed on the narrow Zanpakuto blade, and the end of the light was held tightly by Ichimaru Gin.
The tip of the knife points on the blade, forming a rather strange scene.
The captains were not too surprised. Ichimaru Gin's magic weapon Hajime had been displayed many times in battle, and it was not a secret to them.
On the contrary, the students and the Shinigami were all shocked, and their eyes widened, for fear of missing the details.
This may be their only chance to watch the captain free the Zanpakutō.
Sufeng's arm shook slightly, and his strength and spiritual pressure burst out at the same time, instantly forcing the extended divine spear back.
Before Ichimaru Gin could react, Lan Yin raised it high and immediately slashed it down. The crescent-shaped sword fell to Ichimaru Gin's position along with the recovered Lan Yin.
boom!
Above the dojo, billowing smoke and dust rose.
In the first test, the two sides did not understand each other's strength clearly.
But judging from the degree of caution, both of them are wary of each other.
Sufeng had never underestimated any Death God with captain-level strength.
I am even more wary of old silver coins like Ichimaru Silver.
If this guy can't think about it, if he shoots a fragment of the magic gun, Sufeng will probably return to the embrace of hell.
Lights flashed one after another on the dojo.
Ichimaru Gin stood on the edge of the dojo, with his back against the ghost barrier, and released the magic spear one after another. The momentum was so fast that it almost formed a gorgeous light curtain in the dojo.
Sufeng kept waving his sword to block, using precise angles to pierce all the incoming divine spears, and deflect them all away from his body.
For a time, the dojo was filled with the sound of gold and iron interlacing, as if it had composed a high-pitched symphony.
have to say.
Compared with opponents such as Tosen Kaname and Takehara Kazuhiro, Ichimaru Gin's fighting style is completely different.
Every strike he made seemed cautious, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, waiting for the right moment to explode instantly.
If Sufeng was still at the tenth level of swordsmanship before, he would definitely be in an anxious battle situation.
Far less relaxed and comfortable than it is now.
"Vice Captain Ichimaru, show your true strength."
As an assessor, Sufeng has no hard and fast indicators of winning or losing. "If you only have this level, it will be difficult for me to let you pass the assessment."
"Hey, Captain Sufeng's defense is really airtight."
Ichimaru Gin stood with his sword put away, his black clothes stained with a little dust, and his spiritual pressure lingered around him.
"Let me tell you in advance, my swastika is very fast, so be careful."
"Captain Sufeng!"
As he spoke, Ichimaru Gin held the handle of the knife with both hands, the end facing his chest, and stared at Sufeng at the other end of the dojo with slightly narrowed eyes.
"Swastika——"
"God's Killing Gun!"
bass!
Before he finished speaking, the bright sword light flashed in mid-air. Between the lightning and flint, a bright blade burst out in Ichimaru Gin's hand. The speed was so fast that it even exceeded the limit of vision.
At this moment, it was as if the air was cut open instantly.
Sufeng seemed to have predicted this. Before Ichimaru Gin released his swastika, he used Shunpo to move sideways and dodge the attack with an insignificant gap.
boom!
Above the sky, the ghost barrier of the dojo was instantly defeated, and a huge hole appeared above the barrier.
The sharp tip of the knife appeared at the end of the sky.
The moment the spiritual pressure converged, it flashed back at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, and turned into an ordinary short sword again, held in the hand.
"Yeah, it seems like you've exerted a little too much force."
There was a hint of apology in Ichimaru Gin's tone, "Please forgive me, Captain Sufeng, my control of the swastika is not perfect enough."
"That's enough."
Sufeng commented, "The speed at which Swastika can kill is dozens of times that of Shijie."
"If I hadn't predicted it in advance, I might have gotten hurt."
His words were quite sincere and not adulterated at all.
When the spiritual pressure was about the same, Ichimaru Gin took out the swastika, but he was not even prepared for the swastika. He was not killed immediately because Sufeng was familiar with the ability of the Zanpakutō Divine Spear.
"If you were just taking the captain's assessment, you should have passed by now."
Sufeng glanced sideways and glanced at the high platform, where Yamamoto Genryusai was looking at the dojo expressionlessly.
Obviously.
The captain had no intention of stopping, perhaps because the strength Ichimaru Gin showed was not enough to satisfy him.
"It's really troublesome." Su Feng gently shook the Lan in his hand, and a strong wind suddenly rose above the dojo. "If Mr. Shan doesn't say anything, this assessment battle will never end."
"Vice Captain Ichimaru, please be careful, I'm going to get serious next time."
The hunting wind roared in the sky, and the spacious dojo was filled with the shadow of the strong wind, directly transformed into the realm of wind.
Fighting in such a small area, Sufeng has a unique advantage.
A mighty spiritual pressure burst out, condensing into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky, and landed on the ghost path barrier, making a teeth-breaking crunching sound.
Sufeng held Lan Yin in his hand and faced the challenge:
"One-sword style·Zhankong!"
(End of chapter)
