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020 Abnormal spiritual pressure (3)

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    After crossing the barrier, Fang Lang looked at everything in front of him.

    The forest seemed very quiet, and the colors of what he saw and heard were released instantly. Everything within a radius of a kilometer was within his perception.

    One or two, opponents appeared one after another from all over the barrier.

    "Thirty-two people, that is to say, including one of my own, I have to get 17 epaulets." Fang Lang touched his chin, shook his head and muttered to himself, "Collect a few randomly first, and then go directly to the person with more epaulets."  .¡±

    Withdrawing his domineering aura, Fang Lang turned around and looked at his previous position. It was obviously only one step away, but when he stretched out his hand, he touched the barrier.

    Before the end of the game, this one-way barrier will not be closed.

    Outside the barrier, Yuko Mizukawa seemed to be saying something to him, but nothing could be heard through the barrier.

    Fang Lang smiled, then turned and left, looking for the nearest target.

    Somewhere outside the barrier, there stood a woman wearing a white feather fabric. She was Zai Feng. Today, she wanted to see what Fang Lang would do on a whim.

    She was not the only one watching, Ichimaru Gin was on the other side, also observing Fang Lang's actions.

    Fang Lang can feel this kind of sight even through the barrier, but he doesn't care. Although he doesn't know who it is, if he wants to see it, just keep an eye out.

    In just ten minutes, Fang Lang found his first target. The other party seemed to have noticed his arrival and hid on the branches of a big tree, hiding his figure on the top of the tree.

    The man held his breath and looked at Fang Lang intently. Especially when he saw Fang Lang's epaulette, with the words "one year" on it, he didn't dare to act rashly.

    "This guy is the first in the special improvement class, but his spiritual pressure looks average." The man thought to himself: "The spiritual pressure is still not as good as mine, maybe I can beat him!"

    Fang Lang had a sneer on his lips, walked under the tree, put his hand on the bark, and suddenly said: "Stop hiding, even if you hold your breath and control your spiritual pressure, in the end you are just an amateur."

    "What!?" The hidden person's pupils shrank, and he was shocked. You know, he was very confident in hiding, but he was discovered by the other party.

    "Seeking death!"

    With a fierce look on his face, he suddenly jumped down from the branch without any hesitation, and swung his Zanpakutš­ before slashing out.

    "madness."

    Fang Lang murmured a mantra in his mouth, and at the same time took a step back. The attacker missed with his sword. Taking this opportunity, Fang Lang slapped the opponent on the chest with his palm.

    "The eleventh chapter of the broken path is adorned with thunder and lightning!"

    I don¡¯t know why, but Fang Lang learned the ghost way of the thunder system very quickly.

    With this palm shot, thunder suddenly shone, flowing along the palm and into the opponent's body. In an instant, the sneak attacker was paralyzed and twitching non-stop.

    "you¡­¡­!"

    The attacker regretted it so much. He should have turned around and ran away if he had known it. The special grade class is indeed extraordinary. He can already release the ghost path of No. 11. Even many third-year students may not be able to do this!

    "I'm sorry, I can lend you your spiritual power." Fang Lang said indifferently, took out the Enchantress and slashed the opponent's chest with a sword.

    Poof!

    Blood was spilled, and the attacker fell straight down with a pale face.

    And when he fell, a large amount of spiritual power flowed out from the wound on his chest, which was gradually absorbed by the enchantress.

    Soon, the Enchantress¡¯s blade flashed with blood-red light.

    "This time, it's almost 10 bars of spiritual power again." Fang Lang chuckled and brushed his fingers over the blade. Suddenly, all the spiritual power was sucked into the body, and the enchantress's blood-red color disappeared again.

    This scene fell into the eyes of the two people observing outside the barrier, causing their expressions to change.

    Ichimaru Gin felt awe-struck and thought to himself: "Sure enough, he can absorb other people's spiritual power. This kid will climb up soon! Climb up to the position of captain!"

    After reading this, he turned around and left.

    On the other side, Broken Bee was also shocked. Although he had some guesses, he was still surprised when he saw it with his own eyes.

    "This is the first time I've seen this kind of Zanpakutš­." She was a little irritated in her heart. She took a closer look at Fang Lang, only to find that he was opening his mouth slightly and saying something.

    Judging from the shape of his mouth, Sui Feng understood what the other party was saying.

    "Fang Shaoling, good morning."

    Sui Feng suddenly felt depressed, his chest rose and fell a few times, he snorted and turned around to leave.

    She didn¡¯t want to see Fang Lang being complacent at all.??Facial expression.

    "Sure enough, they are people from these two parties." Fang Lang looked calmly and thought to himself: "The two lines of sight, one should be from Aizen's side, and the other, after a bit of deception, I didn't expect it to be Sui Feng."

    Now both lines of sight have disappeared, indicating that his guess was correct.

    Shaking his head, Fang Lang bent down and picked up the sniper's epaulette. It read, Thirteen groups a year.

    "Next one." Fang Lang closed his eyes, and the color he saw radiated out again, "At nine o'clock, about 500 meters away, there are two people fighting, it's you!"

    About an hour later, Fang Lang collected 6 epaulets. Counting 1 of his own, he could win with 10 more.

    But by this time, there were very few contestants left in the barrier. In Fang Lang's perception, there were only two people within a kilometer radius, and these two people were in the same position and seemed to be fighting.

    "Wait a minute, this spiritual pressure" Fang Lang frowned, feeling something was wrong, "Suddenly there was a burst of spiritual pressure. One person's spiritual pressure increased twice in an instant, almost reaching the level of a god of death."

    Because it was fleeting, Fang Lang was not sure, but he felt that the battle between these two people had already decided the winner.

    Fang Lang has seen a few real gods of death. In the Seireitei, gods of death are not uncommon, and they are probably ten times his current spiritual pressure.

    "It's strange, there is such a strong spiritual pressure in a year?" Fang Lang touched his chin, feeling that something was a little strange, "Forget it, after absorbing this person's spiritual power, my strength will increase."

    While thinking about it, he slowly walked towards the other party's location.

    At the same time, Mukai Youki stepped on the loser's head and grabbed the opponent's epaulette, "It's 10 yuan, so I have a total of 11 yuan. Aizen-sama's teachings have made me reach the level of Death."  , this kind of trash fish is too boring, Fang Lang, where are you?"

    He showed a ferocious expression, and there was a bloodthirsty factor in his eyes, and he seemed to be a little delirious.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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