Chapter 35 On the Self-Cultivation of Actors

[Character Sign-in: Mole City Shuangye]

[Acquire kendo level +1, currently lv64]

[Acquire spiritual pressure level +3, currently lv52]

[Get exclusive entry: Ghost Path Specialization]

[Kidō Specialization: A qualified Death God should not just slash at the enemy with a broken sword. A real Death God should be——

grace!

Extreme elegance, covered with firepower while talking and laughing, drowning your enemies with endless ghost paths, the consumption of ghost paths is reduced by 50%, and the power is increased by 100%! 】

boom!

The breakthrough in spiritual pressure increased Kisaragi Akira's offensive by several points.

The flamboyant spiritual pressure light is like tentacles, lingering around the body. The sharp blades are scattered in all directions, and the knives are directed at the opponent's vital points.

The moving body wandered freely among the light of the spirit blade like flowing water, like a light flying swallow.

The fierce and cold momentum exploded wantonly, as if venting the anger in his heart.

Mole Chengshuang also frowned slightly, noticing Ru Yueming's abnormality, and there was a hint of regret in his heart.

possible……

Using the reverse bone area to stimulate this young man was a bit too strong.

"The gap cannot be made up by skills."

Mole Chengshuang also looked calm and said calmly: "There is an unbridgeable gap between you and me in the realm of spiritual pressure."

"Kisaragi-kun, you can't stop me from doing anything."

The only response he received was an extremely fierce slash, as if it was cutting off all the air in front of him.

The moment the blade fell, a sharp shattering sound was heard.

Mercy of the Death Sword!

The swordsmanship learned secretly from Mao Zhihualie shines in the hands of Ruyue Ming.

The cunning change in the trajectory of the blade caused even Mole Chengshuang, who controlled the entire execution ground, to make a momentary mistake.

The light of the spirit blades intertwined and turned into a dragnet, covering it downwards, causing the air to tremble and let out an overwhelming whine.

Death Sword Style·Pull the Clouds!

The swords and lights intertwined, reflecting the cold face, and the night turned into a huge curtain. Under the moonlight, the kendo school belonging to the first generation of Kenpachi emerged from the execution ground filled with the strong smell of blood——

Brilliant debut!

The Zanpakutō fell, as if an invisible big hand was pushing everything in front of it away. The broken blade light turned into countless souls and scattered, and the bone-eroding coldness reached Shuangye's face in Mole City!

when!

The sound of gold and iron interlacing echoed in the execution ground.

I saw an invisible barrier firmly standing in front of me. No matter how strong the strength and spiritual pressure that Ruyue Ming unleashed, it remained unmoved.

The difference is clear at a glance!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ru Yueming's head was slightly raised, his eyes were extremely cold, and his dry lips opened slightly:

"The Thirty-three of the Broken Paths: Blue Fire Falling!"

Mole Chengshuang was also stunned, his pupils narrowed.

It was not that Ru Yueming was surprised by Yue Ming's understanding of the ghost path, but that if he released the No. 33 broken path at such a close distance, its power would be maximized.

But at the same time, it will also directly engulf both of them!

A bright blue flame appeared on the blade, lighting up the execution ground, and the scorching heat immediately broke out!

The tongue of fire licked lightly, and a hanging lock of hair melted instantly.

When he realized that the boy in front of him had no intention of stopping, Mole Chengshuang also activated his own abilities.

The turbulent flow of souls turned into an extreme storm, unleashing its wrath in the execution ground until all the ignited blue flames were wiped out.

The hard ground suddenly collapsed, turning into turbulent waves, surging layer by layer, and instantly climbed to a height of tens of meters, imprisoning and sealing the young man in it like a living creature.

"Although it's a little offensive."

"But please forgive me for using it in such a rude way."

Mole City Shuangya ended the battle instantly, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.

He walked slowly to Ru Yueming and explained apologetically:

"When I met my sister, I changed my original mind."

"It is the duty of the Shinigami to annihilate the group of Hollows, not the residents of Rukongai."

"When I impose a non-existent burden on them, I may become the most annoying existence I have ever had."

"Those nobles who are high above us and look at us with disdain..."

Ruyue Ming's expression changed slightly, as if he didn't expect things to unfold in this way.

"And the reason why I said what I said before."

Mole Chengshuang also sighed softly, "I just want to understand your thoughts."

Ru Yueming frowned, her violent aura softened slightly, and asked in a suspicious tone:

"So, you were just irritating me?"

"Then, desperate for a good beating?"

Hearing this, Mole Chengshuang also wanted to speak but stopped.

The truth is this, but why do these words sound weird?

"Please forgive me."

Mole Chengshuang also sighed and lowered his posture.

He is a very principled person.

The other party allowed him to see his sister, but he tested her in such an offensive way.

This has violated his principles to a certain extent.

But for the future of Soul Society and the future of the God of Death, Mole Shishuang would rather bear the misunderstanding of others.

Although the contact time was not long.

But Ru Yueming's various performances have surpassed any genius in the past century.

If such a person goes astray, the damage he will cause will even be far greater than him.

But after such a trial.

Mole Chengshuang also believes that with such a persistent existence, no matter how crooked the road in the future is, it will not go any further.

Perhaps, in the near future.

Kisaragi's name will spread throughout Soul Society!

Mole Chengshuang also looked at the young man imprisoned by the raised ground, with a thoughtful look in his eyes:

"After I was promoted to captain of the 11th Squadron, all the property that was taken away from the Mole City family was returned, even more than before."

"To thank you for everything you did tonight."

"If you don't mind, please accept these external things."

Hearing this, Ruyue Ming's eyes lit up.

Unexpectedly, there is an unexpected surprise, this guy from Mole City can handle it!

Give trust first, and then give away family property.

After such an operation, his hard work tonight was not in vain.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Mole Chengshuang also looked at the dimly lit sky, raised his hand and released Ru Yueming's restraint, "At that time, someone will go to the Spiritual Arts Academy to communicate with you in this regard."

"Goodbye, you two."

As soon as the words fell, his figure directly shattered and turned into countless spirits and dispersed in the air.

Just when Ru Yueming was complacent and thought she had hidden it from everyone.

A calm and familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Ming, thank you for your hard work."

Aizen walked slowly to him, with a teasing smile on his slightly raised lips:

"With such superb acting skills, you must have put in a lot of effort in your daily life, right?"

"Then let's take a guess..."

"Isn't it me who is often deceived by my acting skills?"

As soon as these words came out.

Ru Yueming's heart suddenly thumped. Looking at the gentle smile in front of her, she felt like she was sweating...