Chapter 573: Is he who?

Time Control!

The power of death is very powerful.

Even if it is an ordinary captain-level swastika, the burst of spiritual

pressure can have a very severe impact. If it is released unscrupulously in

this world, it will cause extremely huge damage to this world.

And the "Super Captain Class" like Uozhihuaretsu, Yamamoto Motoyanagi

Sajukoku, completely liberating Reiatsu, not to mention.

Captain Yamamoto Motoyanagi Sojuku’s solution is to explode heat comparable to

the temperature of the sun’s core. Even if it is not comparable to the star

itself, it can explode part of the power of a constant star during the time of

the solution, even if it is just placed There is enough to destroy the entire

corpse soul world!

On the other hand, Uozhihuaretsu's strength is second only to the captain of

the Gotei 13 team, and it is also a super captain. If the combat effectiveness

of Yamamoto Motoyanagisei Shigekuni is measured as ten, then she is seven!

but.

For Feng Ye today, this kind of power can only be evaluated in one sentence,

because even if the power of the time system is not calculated, and his combat

power is measured solely by physique and energy, the data must be three. More

than ten!

"This kind of spiritual pressure is worthy of the first generation of

Jianba..."

"It seems I need to be more serious."

Feng Ye looked at the vast spiritual pressure rising into the sky on Mao

Zhihualie's body, as well as the blood that permeated through the sword's edge

and all around the void, and spoke softly.

The fruit knife in his hand was lifted and placed in front of him gently, with

a faint golden luster in his eyes.

The unresolved state of Uozhihuaree's burst of power is already quite

powerful. If you only use a fruit knife to resist it, although it may not be

able to resist it, it will inevitably appear to be a bit embarrassing if the

blade is cut with a little gap or something.

Hum! ! !

A dazzling light spread from Feng Ye's hands, covering the surface of the

fruit knife, and suddenly extending, the blade became thicker and longer, and

turned into the shape of a sword!

Golden Wheel Reincarnation Sword!

"Just be more serious..."

Mao Zhihualie raised his head and looked at Feng Ye, her beautiful face still

had a gentle and peaceful expression, but in her pair of eyes, there seemed to

be a fiery flame burning, as if to Feng Ye Swallow the blazing heat!

Feng Ye's strength does not affect her will to fight, and even to her, Feng

Ye's strength excites her more and makes her feel enthusiastic, because she is

eager to fight the strong!

Only by fighting the strong can she enjoy herself and get pleasure!

Huh! ! !

In the next moment, Mao Zhi Hualie disappeared in place, and his whole person

appeared directly in front of Feng Ye, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell

towards Feng Ye.

The blade of her Zan Poknife had completely melted into bright red blood. With

a wave, it was like a long whip composed of blood, tracing an arc, and hit

Feng Ye down.

Nourish!

Feng Ye swung his sword calmly and peacefully, touching the ** blade of Mao

Zhihualie, and let out a scream.

The collision between the two immediately formed an arc visible to the naked

eye. They were centered on the swords of the two and expanded to the

surroundings. It looked like two masks were colliding, one exuding pale gold.

The color, one exudes a bright red blood.

Feng Ye blocked the first blow after Mao Zhihua Lie's solution.

"..."

Uozhihua smiled.

Her smile is like a blooming garland lily, elegant and beautiful, and the

bright red reveals a fiery heat that is strong enough to make people burn,

like a group of upward flames.

At this moment, her mood was like a smile, with joy amidst joy, and passion

and enthusiasm like flames amidst joy.

The man who can resist her slaying!

An opponent who can fight her all-out!

I haven't encountered it in a long time, including this kind of high mood,

this kind of blood seems to be accelerating the flow of mind, this kind of joy

of enjoying the battle...

Huh! Huh! Huh! ! !

Uozhihualie started a storm-like onslaught.

She held the Zanpodao in her right hand, and grabbed a handful of bright red

blood in her left hand. The blood turned into another blood-red sword in her

hand, and she hit Fengye left and right.

Feng Ye's expression did not change the slightest, she just held the golden

sword calmly, swung it up and down and left and right, every move and every

sword was completely natural, making Uozhihua's fierce attack all invalid. No

single attack could Break through the sword in his hand.

boom! boom! boom! ! !

The fight between the two seemed simple, but the continuous burst of spiritual

pressure had already been layered on top of each other like a substantial

impact, and went in all directions, resounding bursts of roar.

The air is shaking,

The house is falling apart,

The earth is constantly shattering,

The deputy captain Yongzhi has been forced to retreat to a kilometer away. He

can stand in front of the general captain-level Reiatsu, but in the face of

Uozhihuaretsu's solution, he cannot resist that Reiatsu.

Even if he retreated a kilometer away, he was under tremendous pressure!

"How can you fight to such an extent..."

"That foreign company captain's 卍卍卍卍 can be resisted..."

Cold sweat dripped from Yongzhi's forehead, and his body was shaking

involuntarily like the air nearby.

Because the bright red blood and spiritual pressure covered an area of

hundreds of meters, it was difficult for him to see the specific situation

of Fengye and Uozhihuaree fighting, but this did not prevent him from feeling

the fierceness of the battle. The conflict of Reiatsu is constantly surging.

Ravines have appeared on the ground nearby, stretching for thousands of

meters.

"Not good."

"If this continues, even if the captain's control is quite strong, he can

concentrate his attack power on one point, and the spreading aftermath can

destroy this area..."

Yongzhi looks nervous, but at this time he can't do anything. In the face of

this level of battle, even if he is the deputy captain, he can only feel his

own insignificance, like a flat boat in the stormy sea, engulfed by the waves.

Can't stand.

not far away.

Fei Zhen was also shocked.

"So strong..."

Although she is sheltered by Lilith's barrier, she can't directly feel the

turbulent wave-like spiritual pressure between the world and the earth, but

she can see with the naked eye just how powerful forces collide and erupt

under that vast momentum. .

This surpassed her imagination of the * of death, broke the original

concept in her heart, and made her understand that the * of death could be

so powerful!

"Mr. Feng Ye, he will be fine, right?"

Looking at the ** world that was constantly surging thousands of meters

away, Fei Zhen took a breath and forcibly calmed down her shock, with a trace

of worry in her eyes and looked at Lilith.

Lilith looked calm, put her two small hands behind her back, and said, "Except

for zero, no one in this world can be stronger than the elder brother."

"zero?"

Fei Zhen looked suspiciously.

Lilith didn't explain, she just continued to watch the battle in the field

quietly, but on her little hand behind her, there was a faint trace of bright

red blood beating on her fingertips.

Uozhihualie is stronger than her.

She was born in the world of One Piece. When she was born, apart from Fengye,

there was no stronger creature than her. But from the world of One Punch Man,

she has encountered many more powerful beings during the journey, especially

this one. In the world, there is more than one life stronger than her.

Although she understands that none of these lives can surpass Feng Ye, as Feng

Ye’s child, this feeling of weakness makes her feel uncomfortable, because it

means that she can do less for Feng Ye, like a defeat. Uozhihuareel's

instructions were something she couldn't complete.

"I also... need to be stronger."

Lilith murmured in her heart.

This is the first time she has the idea of becoming stronger, and she must

be able to do more for her father.

...

The battle continues.

In the fierce battle with Feng Ye, Uo Zhi Hua Lie experienced the joy and

enjoyment that she hadn't experienced for a long time. The passionate mood

finally reached the culmination in the battle, causing her to fall into a

state of temporary selflessness.

And when she finally recovered and regained consciousness, she noticed that

Feng Ye’s expression had not changed from beginning to end, she was always

calm and peaceful, as if she had no state of mind about this battle.

Fluctuations.

"The battle with me... doesn't it feel to you at all?" Mao Zhihualie looked at

Feng Ye and said.

The gentle and soft voice and the hellish scene of blood flowing, and the

blood-drenching blade in her hand seemed a little out of place.

Although the battle hasn’t been decided until now, she clearly understands

that Feng Ye’s strength is superior to her, because Feng Ye just stood by and

blocked all her attacks. She couldn't break through at all.

Although there are types of swordsmanship in this world that focus on defense,

most of them focus on attack, which means that she can't even break Feng Ye's

defense, so if Feng Ye takes the initiative to attack, she will probably not

be able to resist it.

"I am not interested in the battle itself."

Feng Ye swung his sword to resist Uozhihualie's attack, and spoke calmly.

He is not a fighting freak, eager to fight. Although it is not a nuisance, he

does not like fighting very much. What he prefers is absolute strength, the

pleasure of crushing opponents, and evenly matched battles are what he hates.

Uozhihuareel is the opposite of him. She doesn't like crushing others. She has

no interest in the kind of weak people who are crushed by her. She enjoys

evenly matched battles and wants to fight against the strong.

"That's it."

"It seems I was abrupt."

Uozhihualie looked at Feng Ye's apologetic opening, and said: "I want you to

suppress your strength to fight the weak me, but...I still hope to see your

active attack."

Although she has experienced the joy of fighting that she hasn't experienced

for a long time, a woman's desire is endless, and her desire for fighting is

the same. She wants to see Feng Ye's attack.

She couldn't break through Feng Ye's defense, which meant that she couldn't

force Feng Ye to attack actively with her own strength.

If you want to see Feng Ye's sword, you can only ask.

Although such a request almost meant that she was seeking death, she still

wanted to see Feng Ye's inner life more than resisting death, even if the cost

was death.

That swordsmanship above her, that calm response, that powerful body and

strength... Feng Ye's existence made her feel that every cell and spirit in

her body seemed to be trembling with excitement, making her can not resist.

"Since it's your request..."

Feng Ye smiled softly and said: "I promised."

Uozhihualie stopped the offensive, and she backed more than ten meters away,

placing the blood-drenching Zanpaku knife in front of her.

She understands that Feng Ye’s attack is not trivial. Although she is eager to

see this sword, she is not pursuing death, because once she is dead, she can

no longer experience the fun of fighting, so her resistance to death is very

strong, even more than ordinary people. Be stronger.

This sounds contradictory, but it is the case.

She survived after a battle with Gengmu Jianba when she was a teenager, and

only when the Soul World was facing the crisis of extinction, she traded death

for Gengmu Jianba's seal to be lifted, which all illustrate this point.

Unless it's time to protect something with death, she won't want to die no

matter what happens, whether it's defeat or humiliation or other things,

because those are not important compared to battle.

"I'm going to go."

Feng Ye looked at Mao Zhihualie calmly.

"bring it on."

Uozhihuareel held her sword, took a breath, had already made the most serious

gesture, and was ready to welcome her with the strongest defensive sword force

in the swordsmanship she had learned throughout her life.

Under her close stare, Feng Ye moved.

Feng Ye’s movements were unremarkable, just walking towards her like this.

There was no instant high-speed movement, no visual interference or confusion,

just walked to her, and then waved at her. sword.

A sword,

The earth collapsed, the sky split, space... shattered!

The Soul Soul World is based on the power of the Soul King, combined with a

small part of Feng Ye's power as the foundation, and the space is stronger

than the present world. Breaking the space here means breaking the Soul Soul

World. itself.

But Feng Ye's sword did just that, tearing the entire space in front of him,

causing a huge pitch-black gap in the space, splitting the entire world in an

instant.

Silently.

Everything collapsed quietly.

The resistance made by Uozhihualie was under Feng Ye's sword, and barely

revealed any meaning. She was crushed by Feng Ye's sword regardless of her

swordsmanship or sheer strength.

The ** sword blade broke in half in an instant, and along with the surging

spiritual pressure, it was also cut off by Feng Ye's sword, like a sea that

was split by a sword.

All the defenses are extremely fragile, and they are destroyed by a single

blow.

Lingpressure, Zanpoknife, space, sky and earth, including her body, were

divided into two halves by the blackness, like a black paintbrush, drawing a

black ink mark between the world and the earth.

"..."

Mao Zhihua looked at Feng Ye fiercely, with an unprecedented light in her

eyes.

The power that I have never experienced before.

The power never felt before.

This power made her feel that the soul was trembling, and the heart was also

trembling, so that every cell in her body, who was eager to fight the strong,

seemed to convey pleasant emotions, pushing this emotion to its peak.

unfortunately……

I can't experience it anymore...

At this moment, she experienced the pleasure that she had never experienced

before, as well as the feeling of death and body.

She originally came to find her favorite warrior, and wanted to find someone

who can inherit her sword eight will, but it doesn't matter now, because Feng

Ye's existence makes the name of'Sword Eight' nothing.

It doesn't matter whether it is passed on or not.

This thought flashed in her mind, and she slowly closed her eyes, feeling the

power within her body quickly disappearing, and her consciousness gradually

disappearing.

but.

At the moment when her consciousness was about to plunge into darkness, a

voice suddenly rang in her ear.

"Don't die in a hurry."

Accompanied by this gentle voice, she felt a warm force pouring into her body

for an instant, causing her splitting and shattering soul to settle and

regroup towards the center.

She opened her eyes slightly in amazement, what she saw was Feng Ye's fingers

gently retracting back.

She was very clear about the injury just now. It was a fatal injury. The

entire body was divided into two, and the lock and the soul sleep were all

destroyed. There was no possibility of reversal, and her medical skills could

not sustain life.

But it was so fatal, but it was reversed by the man in front of you!

Feng Ye put down his hand, smiled lightly, and said in a calm voice: "On the

road of kendo, keep working hard, I look forward to seeing you further."

Uozhihualie's kendo talent is very powerful, but it is limited to the power of

Zanpakuto and Death, and focuses more on the characteristics of sword pressure

and sword power, which deviates from the essence of kendo.

Show her a path, open a door, and she will soon be able to enter this level.

There is no end to the way of swordsmanship. Feng Ye also wants to see more

top-level swordsmanship and sword intent, so that his swordsmanship can also

be honed and become further.

Huh!

After leaving this sentence, Feng Ye disappeared silently.

Uozhihua stood there, staring blankly in the direction of Fengye's

disappearance. It was a joy for her to avoid death, because she could continue

to enjoy the battle.

But the thoughts flashing in her mind at this time were not these, but some

messy veins and thoughts.

several days ago.

The corpse soul world and the virtual circle spirit are turbulent.

A super-captain-level death ** like Yamamoto Motoyanagisuke Shigekuni can

make the corpse soul world turbulent under the circumstances, but can't cross

the world, making the virtual circle also shaken.

Then there appeared a man who had never heard of a name before, possessing

sword skills that surpassed her, a level of strength that was difficult to

see, and medical abilities that surpassed her.

Could these be coincidences?

She doesn't think these are coincidences.

If these were not coincidences, then the identity of the man just now...

Uozhihuareel took a gentle breath, and a thought appeared in her mind.

The responsibility of the Thirteen Guardian Team is to follow the spirit

king's will to protect the tranquility of the Jingling court and the corpse

soul world.

The will of the Spirit King is supreme, he created the Soul Soul World, and

his existence is equivalent to the Soul Soul World itself.

but,

The king who created the Soul World is not just one in the legend, but two.

One of them is the Spirit King who lives in the Spirit King Palace, and the

other is no one can be sure that he really existed, because he has left no

traces in the millions of years of the soul world.

He was called--

Virtual king.