Pirate’s Infinite Wings

There are a total of six places in the year round, each with an open barrier, located in the large forest on the back of the Seorei Garden.

There are a large number of college students watching outside the enchantment, and there are also many death gods, even seat officials, deputy captains, and captains!

This is about their own promotion and whether they will be favored by the captains of the thirteenth division, so everyone is working hard and trying their best to win.

Fang Lang didn't care to expose the demon girl's ability, because this kind of thing was completely unsatisfactory, as long as a little investigation, he would be known.

In this way, it would be better to actively use this ability to attract the attention of others, so that you can quickly graduate from the Mao Spiritual Academy, become a **** of death, and obtain even greater resources.

As he was walking, a college student who was seeing, hearing, and perceiving had appeared in front of him.

A long black hair is tied into a whip, holding a Zanpo knife in his hand, like a hunter looking for prey.

Seeing Fang Lang's appearance, he showed a bloodthirsty smile, "I found it, Fang Lang, one group a year!"

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that he was quite famous. His eyes fell on the opponent's hand and he could see ten epaulettes, which was four yuan more than him.

"My name is Xiang Jing Yanghui, I'm sorry, can you hand over your epaulettes?" Xiang Jing Yanghui smiled.

His appearance made Fang Lang frown slightly, and he thought to himself, "Unconscious? Compared to this, this person's Rei Pressure is very strange and complicated. If my Rei Pressure is pure water, his is muddy water. , It’s like being artificially elevated."

"What, don't speak? Just don't agree. That's right, I will kill you, proving that I am the first one in my life!" Xiang Jing Yanghui's face became gloomy, and his shoulders kept shaking, "Stop it!! "

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

"Sure enough, it's you." Fang Lang chuckled, drew out Demon Ji, and rushed over quickly, "I laughed at this abnormal spiritual pressure!"

The person in front of him was empty with Rei Pressure, and he didn't know how to use it well. Facing Fang Lang's attack, he just raised his sword to resist.

However, high spiritual pressure means high physical fitness. Xiangjing Yanghui's sword holding power is twice as strong as Fang Lang.

He blocked Fang Lang's slash with a sword, and then started off with a frantic smile, "Hey, hey, it's rubbish, you can get the first place in the special improvement class at your level, it's so disappointing!"

Fang Lang shifted one step to one side, and at the same time made a backhand sword, the blade was more tricky, leaving a sword on Xiangjing Yanghui's right arm.

At the same time as the sword appeared, spiritual power began to overflow, to be precise, it was forcibly absorbed by the demon girl.

"What?!" Xiangjing Yanghui's face was startled. He could feel the loss of spiritual power in his body. Although the speed was slow, it was definitely losing. After realizing this, his eyes suddenly widened and he was bloodshot. His pupils stared at Fang Lang, and said with a cold voice, "Give it back to me! This is my spiritual power!"

Like a mad dog, yelling and launching a fierce attack.

Fang Lang kept backing away, pulling away. At this time, the spiritual power of the demon girl was increasing at a rate of one block per minute.

Xiangjing Yanghui has become a treasure house in his eyes!

Not in a hurry to defeat the opponent, but constantly dodge and consume time.

"You just said that your name is Xiang Jing Yanghui?" Fang Lang showed a hint of a smile, and said, "Probably some external force was borrowed. Otherwise, your spiritual pressure could not be so high. There are three groups a year on the epaulettes..."

"Can you only dodge?" Xiang Jing Yanghui said angrily: "Have the ability to confront me head-on! I am scouting around and fleeing like a monkey, so annoying!!"

Suddenly, he stood still, his left palm stretched out towards Fang Lang, and he said something in his mouth: "The King's Landlord! The mask of flesh and blood, the Vientiane, the thing that **** its wings high, and is crowned with the name of mankind! Heat and conflict, Going south across the sea, marching forward! The 31st Red Cannon of Breaking the Road!!"

Accompanied by his speech spirit, the spiritual power condensed in his palm gradually turned into a crimson color, turned into a flame, and suddenly erupted towards Fang Lang.

"Intermediate Ghost Dao..." Fang Lang narrowed his eyes, without dodge, and slashed out towards the opponent.

The moment the flame rain demon girl touched, it actually began to shrink and was quickly absorbed.

In an instant, the sword of the enchantress exudes a blood red color.

This scene made Xiangjing Yanghui stunned, completely stunned, and at the same time panting slightly because of the use of the intermediate ghost way.

"Haha, it's really an external force!" Fang Lang laughed and said, "If it is the spiritual power generated by your own cultivation, it would never be so easily absorbed. Your spiritual pressure is just falsely high, and it is useless at all. It's like giving a baby a pistol, but he doesn't know how to use it!"

In words, it seems quite disdain.

"Let's look down on people, waste!" Xiang Jing Yanghui's face was pale, his body trembled, and he roared, took another palm, and quickly muttered the spirit of words in his mouth.

"Thirty-one Red Cannons of Broken Road!"

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

"Thank you for sending me spiritual power. I'm so grateful." Fang Lang sneered and stepped, facing the fire ball, before he came into the body, he suddenly cut it down with a sword, and immediately, the red artillery was absorbed again. "This kind of chaotic. Spiritual power, the ghost way used, is equally vulnerable!"

"You... don't come over!" Xiang Jing Yanghui showed a slight fear, and as Fang Lang approached, his fear was constantly magnified, "You...I tell you! I have long been favored by big shots! I will soon He will become that lord’s subordinate! Rubbish like you... that lord is... um!"

Suddenly, his words were paused, his throat was covered, his face flushed, and he seemed unable to breathe.

"Then...I...not reconciled...!" He seemed to hear the whisper, and Xiang Jing Yanghui looked terrified, trying to make a sound, but was unable to speak.

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

In the little-known room in the fifth division team house, Aizen sat in front of the monitor, watching everything quietly.

His left hand was in a grasping shape, and there was a slight flicker in the palm of his palm, which made a sound.

"Really look forward to, Fang Lang." ..

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