Pirate’s Infinite Wings

In the age competition, there are six places in total, each with a barrier opened in the large forest behind Seireitei.

There are a large number of students watching outside the barrier, and there are also many Shinigami, even the chief officer, vice-captain, and captain!

This is related to their promotion and whether they will be favored by the captains of the 13th Division, so everyone works very hard and tries their best to win.

Fang Lang exposed the Enchantress's ability without any care, because this kind of thing is impossible to satisfy at all, and it will be known with just a little investigation.

In this case, it is better to take the initiative to use this ability to attract the attention of others, so that you can quickly graduate from Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, become a god of death, and obtain more resources.

As he was walking, the dean who was seeing, hearing, and feeling appeared in front of him.

Her long black hair was tied into a whip, and she held a Zanpakutō in her hand, like a hunter looking for prey.

Seeing Fang Lang's appearance, he showed a bloodthirsty smile, "I found Fang Lang, who is in a group every year!"

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that he was quite famous. When his eyes fell on the other person's hand, he could see ten epaulettes, four more than him.

"My name is Mukai Haruki, I'm sorry, can you hand over your epaulette?" Mukai Haruki chuckled.

His appearance made Fang Lang frown slightly, thinking to himself, "Unconscious? Compared to this, this man's spiritual pressure is very strange and mixed. If my spiritual pressure is pure water, his is muddy water." , it’s like it’s been artificially elevated.”

"What, don't talk? You just don't agree. This is just right. I will kill you to prove that I am the number one in this year's life!" Mukai Yanghui's face darkened, and his shoulders kept shaking, "Suffer death!!" "

Suddenly, a wave of spiritual pressure spread. Fang Lang was in this spiritual pressure and immediately felt a slight pressure.

"Sure enough, it's you." Fang Lang chuckled, took out the Enchantress, and rushed over quickly, "I accept this abnormal spiritual pressure!"

The man in front of him had no spiritual pressure and didn't know how to use it properly. Facing Fang Lang's attack, he just raised his sword to resist.

However, high spiritual pressure means high physical fitness. Mukai Haruki's sword-holding strength is twice as strong as Fang Lang's.

He blocked Fang Lang's slash with his sword, laughed wildly and launched his counterattack, "Hehehehe, it's really rubbish. It's so disappointing that someone with your level can get the first place in the special improvement class!"

Fang Lang moved one step to one side, and at the same time struck a sword with his backhand. The blade was more cunning, leaving a sword mark on Mukai Youki's right arm.

At the same time as it appeared on the sword, spiritual power suddenly began to overflow outwards. To be precise, it was forcibly absorbed by the enchantress.

"What?!" Mukai Yanghui's face was startled. He could feel the spiritual power in his body draining away. Although it was slow, it was indeed draining. After understanding this, he suddenly widened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. His pupils stared at Fang Lang and said in a cold voice: "Give it back to me!! This is my spiritual power!"

Like a mad dog, it roared and launched a fierce attack.

Fang Lang kept retreating and widening the distance. At this time, the Enchantress's spiritual power was increasing at a rate of one frame per minute.

Mukai Youki has become a treasure trove in his eyes!

He was not in a hurry to defeat the opponent, but kept dodging and wasting time.

"Did you just say that your name is Mukai Youki?" Fang Lang showed a smile and said with a smile: "Maybe you borrowed some external force, otherwise your spiritual pressure would not be so high. There are three groups a year on the epaulette..."

"Do you only know how to dodge?" Mukai Haruki said angrily: "You have the ability to confront me head-on! Running around like a monkey, it's so annoying!!"

Suddenly, he stood still, stretched out his left palm towards Fang Lang, and murmured: "O King! Masks of flesh and blood, all things, flying high, things with the name of human beings! Heat and chaos, Across the sea, roll back to the south and move forward! The thirty-one red cannons that break the path!!"

Along with his words, the spiritual power condensed in his palms gradually turned into red color, turned into flames, and suddenly erupted towards Fang Lang.

"Intermediate Ghost Dao..." Fang Lang narrowed his eyes, and without dodging, he slashed at the opponent with his sword.

The moment the ball of flames came into contact with the Rain Demon Girl, it began to shrink and was quickly absorbed.

In an instant, the Enchantress' sword blade glowed blood red.

This scene left Mukai Haruki dumbfounded and completely stunned on the spot. At the same time, he was slightly panting because of the use of intermediate Kidō.

"Haha, it is indeed an external force!" Fang Lang laughed and said: "If it were the spiritual power generated by your own practice, it would never be absorbed so easily. Your spiritual pressure is just falsely high, and it is of no use at all. It’s like giving a baby a pistol and he doesn’t know how to use it!”

There seemed to be quite a bit of disdain in his words.

"Stop looking down on people, you loser!" Yanghui Mukai's face turned livid, his body trembled, he roared, smacked his palm again, and murmured words quickly.

"The Thirty-one Red Cannons of Breaking the Way!"

Boom, another ball of orange fire suddenly shot towards Fang Lang.

"Thank you for sending me spiritual power. Thank you so much." Fang Lang sneered and stepped towards the fire ball. Before approaching, he slashed down with his sword. Immediately, the red artillery was absorbed again, "This kind of messy fire cannon The spiritual power and the ghost path used are equally vulnerable!"

"You... don't come over!" Mukai Yanghui showed a little fear. As Fang Lang approached, his fear continued to amplify, "You... I tell you! I have been spotted by a big shot! I will soon You will become that lord’s subordinate! Rubbish like you... Then

An adult is... Uh-huh! "

Suddenly, his words stopped, he held his throat, his face turned red, and he seemed unable to breathe.

"Then...I...will not give in...!" As if he heard a whisper, Mukai Yanghui looked horrified and tried his best to make a sound, but was unable to speak.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, and then he fell straight down.

Far away in the fifth division team building, in a little-known room, Aizen sat in front of the monitor, watching everything quietly.

His left hand was in a grasping shape, and there was a slight flow of spiritual energy in the palm, making a squeaking sound.

"It's really exciting, Fang Lang." ..