One Punch Man’s Unlimited Luck

Meanwhile, on the other side——

Linglong sat cross-legged on the floor of the dormitory quietly, with an unsheathed thong lying across her knees.

As time goes by, this shallow gun also emits a faint red light.

I saw that countless spirit seeds began to gather on the light gun, and gradually, the red light became more and more intense.

Finally, the red light stopped, and the shallow beards on Linglong's knees also changed.

The style of the knife is still similar to that of Qianda, except that the color of the handle on the handle has become a reddish red, and the shape of the knife is still oval, but there is an extra pattern of a fire dragon on it, like a Fire dragons surround Dao Tan.

The blade of this knife has also undergone a huge change. It can be seen that the blade has become much longer and the curved arc has become smaller. Compared with the general Zanpakuto that looks like a Taidao, the shape of this sword is closer to the Miaodao.

At this time, Linglong opened her eyes, she picked up the Zanpakudao on her knees, and took a closer look.

"Xingtao... I am special just like you! That's why I can condense the Zanpakuto in a very short time, and when I see this sword, I can know the name of the Zanpakuto!" Linglong said softly He murmured, then closed his eyes again, held the knife again, and entered the practice of knife Zen.

The moment Linglong closed her eyes, she appeared in a strange place.

It's a void of nothingness. If Xing Tao could see this empty space, he would definitely recognize it. This space is almost exactly the same as his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The image engraved deepest in Linglong's heart is exactly Xingtao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Linglong said softly: "The so-called Zanpakuto is forged by the soul essence of the god of death. The environment here is the deepest picture in my heart, which also means that your will is my will!"

At this moment, the heat in this empty space suddenly became hot. At the same time, an enduring dragon chant echoed in this empty space from low to high. The sound got higher and higher, almost into a sharp whistling sound, and at the end, it was deafening like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

With the appearance of the sound, in this empty space, a flame as dazzling as the scorching sun suddenly lit up. In the flames, a huge fire dragon appeared out of thin air.

The whole body of this fire dragon is covered by huge flames. From the huge dragon horns to the fangs in its mouth, to the dragon scales on its body, it presents a mysterious redness that can only be flashed at extremely high temperatures. The color of transparency.

The image of this fire dragon is almost exactly the same as the ultimate power in the world of "Zhu Xian" - the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon. The only difference is that the temperature of this fire dragon is higher, and its image is closer to a real dragon.

"Eight Desolate Fire Dragon... No! I should call you Red Dragon now!" Linglong stretched out her palm towards the fire dragon as she spoke.

And just when Linglong pronounced the name "Red Dragon" and stretched out her palm; the huge fire dragon also lowered its head, and the dragon's head just touched Linglong's palm.

The moment the two collide, in reality——

The Zanpakutao that Linglong was holding changed in vain.

It turned into a scarlet red, as warm as jade.

The sword blade and hilt seem to be made of red jade, and the hilt is a red dragon, and a scarlet jade-like blade spits out from the dragon-shaped mouth.

But within this piece of jade color, there is a frighteningly high temperature. This high temperature is not divergent, but completely restrained.

Chapter 39

"This is my Zanpakuto... Chiron!!" Linglong swung the knife slowly, and in an instant, a wave of heat surged out, and the things with low ignition points in the dormitory had already started to burn. With a wave of Linglong's left hand, a Ghost Dao was used, which directly lowered the temperature of the entire dormitory, and extinguished the flames that had just started.

At this moment, the door of the dormitory opened, Linglong turned her head and saw Xing Tao standing at the door in surprise.

"Linglong, you have already condensed Zanpakutao, and you have just begun to unlock it?" Xing Tao exclaimed.

Linglong nodded, and said: "Yes, the Zanpakuto of the fire element, Chilong!" Linglong said, waving the sword in her hand, pulling a sword flower, and then released the original solution, and the Zanpakuto returned to its original state again. That kind of seedling knife look.

Xingtao looked at Linglong and asked, "How high is the temperature of your red dragon's blade?"

"It's about 6000 degrees, which is about the same temperature as the surface of the sun!" Linglong said after thinking about it.

"6000 degrees!?" Xing Tao was taken aback, "I remember that if the captain's Liu Ren Ruo Huo is released, the temperature will be equivalent to the surface temperature of the sun. So, your Chilong is no worse than Liu Ren Ruo Huo at all. Bad!"

Linglong was silent for a while, then shook her head, and said: "Although as far as it is concerned, its power is not inferior to that of Liu Ren Ruo Huo, but the range of attack is still not as good as it. My Chilong is not as powerful as Liu Ren Ruo Huo. It looks like a sea of ​​fire!"

As soon as Flowing Blade Ruohuo was released, one could feel the surrounding temperature rising rapidly, and the surrounding area turned into a sea of ​​flames; moreover, the temperature of this sea of ​​flames was about the same as the surface temperature of the sun.

After the Linglong Chilong was unleashed, it didn't have much momentum, but concentrated all its power on the blade. Because of this, the temperature of the blade can be as high as 6000 degrees Celsius. From this point of view, Linglong's red dragon is still not as powerful as Liubla Ruohuo.

"I understand!" Xing Tao nodded.

"After all, it's still a fire dragon!" Xing Tao sighed inwardly, "From the point of view of the original comics, the power of Flowing Blade Ruo Huo is simply equivalent to a small sun, and it should be more similar to the power of the Golden Crow. At least my Xuanzhen sun and moon pupils have been cultivated to the sixth and seventh levels."

"And Linglong's Zanpakutao...is equivalent to a fire dragon...but the power of a real dragon is not just flames! So if you fight with flames, it's normal for a dragon to be inferior to the Golden Crow." Xing Tao couldn't help feeling sorry for Linglong and Shan Ben. Using an analogy with the knife, "The gap in the initial solution is not too big, but once the solution is performed, the gap in the flame will be further enlarged!"

With just a few words from Linglong, Xing Tao roughly understood the power of Linglong's Zanpakutao Chilong. This is a fire-type Zanpakuto second only to Yamamoto Genryuzai Shigekuni.

While Xingtao and Linglong were talking, suddenly, both of them felt a familiar spiritual pressure approaching this dormitory. As soon as the two sensed it for a while, they knew that this spiritual pressure was exactly the god of death who brought them to the principal's office half a year ago.

The two opened the door immediately, just in time to see him about to knock on the door.

"Haha, you two are really leisurely!" the Death God said with a smile.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Linglong's sword, his pupils shrank, and he exclaimed in surprise: "You...you actually condensed Zanpakuto? So fast!!"

Linglong also smiled slightly, and said, "Yes, it was condensed just now."

"Congratulations!!" The god of death immediately congratulated, and then continued, "For hundreds of years in our Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy, the students who have condensed the Zanpakuto in less than a year of practice...only you two From this point of view, you can be called geniuses that we have rarely seen in hundreds of years in the world of corpses and souls!"

Having said that, he couldn't help but sigh, and a trace of envy flashed across his face.

In the past, Toshirō Hitsugaya was the rare genius in the soul world for hundreds of years, but looking at Toshirō Hitsugaya's performance during the same period, it was obviously far worse than these two!

"You are too good!" Xing Tao also showed a smile on his face, "Come to see us suddenly, what's the matter?"

This person is the principal's assistant, and he hasn't come to see them for so many years, so if he comes today, there must be something.

There was a smile on the face of the Death God, and he said: "Xing Tao, the 11th team intends to recruit you, but I heard from the principal that you don't seem to want to go to the 11th team?"

Xing Tao nodded, and said, "That's right, what's the matter? The 11th team forced someone to come?"

Xing Tao was not afraid that Zaragi Kenpachi would rush into the academy.

Not to mention that Xingtao is not afraid of Saraki Kenpachi at all now, even if this place is the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Arts, he is sure that Kenpachi will not dare to mess around.

The Maou Academy of Spiritual Art is under the jurisdiction of the first team, in other words, it is the territory of old man Yamamoto.

When Jianpachi was learning kendo with old man Yamamoto, he was tortured badly, so he didn't dare to come here to mess around.

"This is not a problem with the 11th team!" The death god shook his head and said, "There is another fan team who has taken a fancy to you. Don't you want to go to the 11th team? You can go to this fan team! "

"Which team?" Xing Tao's eyes lit up.

"Squad Five!" said the Reaper with a smile, "Captain Aizen has already submitted an application to the academy."

Hearing the name of the Fifth Division, Xing Tao couldn't help but thump.

After all, he was still targeted by the big boss Aizen.