The setting sun is gradually getting thinner, and time is slowly getting older. The remaining light shines into the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, dyeing this thousand-year-old building dimly.

It was evening, and a breeze blew from the west, making the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard sway. After a while, the entire college was filled with pink cherry blossoms.

"A true Zanpakutō, each one has its own name, is born with the God of Death, and dies with the God of Death!"

Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, holding his wooden sword, looked with burning eyes at the students on the field who were desperately swinging their swords, and said loudly:

"During battle, the Shinigami can release more powerful power by calling the name of the sword. We call it Zanpakutō Shikai and Swastika!"

"Miyamoto-sensei, how can I get the name of my Zanpakutō?" someone asked.

"While sleeping and eating with Qian Da, I communicated with the spirit of the sword by meditating on the sword Zen method, and then learned its name and liberation language——"

"What is Sword Zen?" someone asked again.

"Token Zen is..." Tajima Miyamoto thought for a moment and replied: "A state of dialogue with the Zanpakutō. Everyone's Token Zen is different, and you need to find it by yourself!"

At the end of his speech, he specially reminded: "The most pressing problem for you right now is how to achieve good results in the exam in three months' time!

The issue of Zanpakutō is something that you need to pay attention to only after you officially enroll! So... let’s practice in groups:

Fujiwara Tatsuma VS Yusaki Osu, Oda Mako VS Shimura Nobu...

…

Panasonic Zenzo VS Harano Sakura, Aolu VS Yahiko Kojiro——"

"Teacher Miyamoto, please wait a moment!"

"What?" Miyamoto Tajima Morihiro asked, and the unusually tall and muscular Aoga raised his hand and shouted: "Yahiko Kojiro seems to have been absent for something, and he hasn't come to class all day!"

"Huh? Really!" Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru found Yahiko Kojiro's name on the roster, marked "truant", and then reassigned an opponent to him:

"Then you and Feng Shen Huatou are in a group! The others remain unchanged, go to the side to receive the wooden sword, and then start the actual sword fighting according to the group!"

"Yoshi!" Qinglu was obviously startled when he heard that his opponent was Feng Shen Huafu, but soon he became inexplicably excited and ran to grab two wooden knives.

Then he happily ran to Feng Shen Huateng, threw a wooden knife to the latter, and urged: "Hurry up and start, Feng Shen!"

"???" Feng Shen Huateng looked at the tall Qinglu with confusion, and didn't understand why the latter was so excited. Could it be that he had been injected with chicken blood?

"I'm going to do it!" Qinglu smiled evilly, raised the wooden sword and collided with it, giving people a strong sense of oppression like a human tank!

"Qinglu... do you want to use me as a stepping stone?" Feng Shen Huateng raised his eyebrows deeply, and the wooden sword in his hand was already placed across his chest, ready for battle!

"Ah hey!!" Qinglu rushed forward, and in a few steps he rushed to Feng Shen Huateng, and hit the latter heavily with the wooden knife he had raised high.

"boom!"

The scene in his imagination of "Feng Shen Hua Teng being knocked to the ground by his own sword" did not happen. A trace of surprise flashed in Qinglu's eyes, because the figure of Feng Shen Hua Teng was no longer in front of him!

"Whoosh——"

The sound of breaking through the air behind him made him react, and he quickly used the "Lazy Donkey Roll" on the spot. He rolled on the ground three times with his knife, and then he escaped the attack of Feng Shen Hua Teng——

"Nani?! That was just now -" Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, who had been patrolling the dojo, happened to catch the scene just now, and was quite surprised: Shunpo? This guy Feng Shen...did he master the power of Shunpo?

Power technique?

"Impossible! He couldn't have escaped just now! And he suddenly appeared behind me...how on earth did he do that?!"

Green Deer climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, staring at Fengshen Huateng with his two small eyes, and subconsciously clenched the wooden knife in his hand with his right hand.

"Idiot!" Yugao Xu, who was watching the battle not far away, couldn't help but sneered in his heart:

"That guy from Fengshen is indeed very poor in swordsmanship! But that doesn't mean that his talent in Shunpo is... very poor! Qinglu, if you want to defeat Fengshen, you have to catch up with his speed first!"

"Sure enough... my sword-swinging movements couldn't keep up with Shunpo's fast movement, causing the blow just now to miss!"

Feng Shen Huafu looked at Aolu warily and thought to himself: "However, I still have to thank Mr. Fujino, the author of "I Know How to Shunpo"! The Shunpo power technique he wrote is very... easy to use!"

"Wind God, you guy..."

A drop of cold sweat slid down Qinglu's forehead. He stared at the awe-inspiring Feng Shen Huateng, feeling that he was like a tiger covered in pigskin, waiting for an opportunity to eat him!

But--

Qinglu glanced at Matsushita Zenzo to the side with the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart:

You bastard went to watch the training of Feng Shen and Yuji with your brother this morning. When you came back, you said that Feng Shen stretched his crotch in kendo, like a bamboo pole and fell down when the wind blew?

"Go up and fuck him, what are you looking at me doing?" Matsushita Chunzang shouted at Qinglu with the attitude of just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Fuck your whole family..." Qinglu held the wooden knife tightly with both hands. He originally wanted to use this occasion to take down the Fengshen Painted Vine with one knife and become famous, but after the fight, he realized that it was not as simple as he thought!

"..." Feng Shen Huateng also stared at Qinglu with a vigilant face, and his palms holding the wooden knife were sweaty, but he did not dare to relax at all:

If he is defeated by a sidekick like Qinglu here, then even if he becomes the Spirit King in the future, he will not be able to wash away the shame of today!!

"Hey, let me tell you, how long do you two plan to keep going like this?" Miyamoto Tajimamoru noticed the abnormality here, so he came over and urged: "If you want to fight, then fight, if you don't fight, it will be a tie! Don't just stand there.

No--"

"Wow! So handsome!!"

At the right time, a burst of exclamations from girls interrupted Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, and he turned his head to look over in confusion.

I saw a blond boy putting the wooden knife back on the knife rest in a smart manner, surrounded by a group of nymphomaniac girls, with peach blossoms in their eyes.

"Hey, why did you put the knife back? Your opponent-" Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru walked towards the blond boy, but stopped before he could move.

"He's too weak." The blond boy pouted at something behind him, then crossed his arms and walked to the side to rest, followed by a group of girls.

"What?! That's..." Feng Shen Huateng was also attracted by the noise here. He turned around and looked over, and saw Yuji Ouxu lying on the floor not far away with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

He was motionless and had obviously passed out...

"That guy from Yugao... lost so miserably?!" Feng Shen Huatuo's eyes were full of horror, probably because he had just experienced the power of Yujia Ouxu's swordsmanship in the morning -

Unexpectedly, the guy named Fujiwara Tatsuma was even more powerful than Yuji Ouch... He beat the latter to pieces in just two or three rounds!!

This scene was so shocking that Feng Shen Huateng forgot that the battle on his side was not over yet. By the time he heard the sound of breaking through the air and reacted, it was already too late——

"Haha, I caught you!" Qinglu rushed over with a lunge, taking advantage of Feng Shen Huateng's distraction, he raised his knife and suddenly knocked the latter away——

"Qinglu, I... I'm screwing you! You unexpectedly attacked me..." Before the curse words in Feng Shen Huateng's heart could be cursed, his eyes suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness...

…

"Boom!"

A few flashes of lightning suddenly flashed through the dark cloudy night sky, and then a dull thunder sounded over the island, shocking people.

A swordsman in white stood alone by the crooked old tree on the edge of the cliff, looking at the rolling waves in the distance.

Feng Shen Huateng looked at the familiar scenes around him and knew that he had returned to the blade Zen space, so he walked slowly up the cliff, sighed and said:

"Brother, I know I don't deserve to know your name, nor do I deserve to enter here and talk to you...

But, I still came! And still in such a disgraceful way..."

"Have you...have you always been so slow?"

"What?"

"The dark clouds here are getting lower and lower, the sea water is getting closer and closer, and even the thunder in the sky sounds more and more angry-"

The swordsman in white turned back to look at Feng Shen Huateng and said, "Do you really not know why this is?"

"..." Fujin Huato fell silent, because he already remembered what Zangetsu said to Kurosaki Ichigo in "Bleach":

The Blade Zen space is where the heart of the God of Death is reflected. When this place is filled with darkness, fear and other negative emotions, it is also when the God of Death degenerates into a void...

"You... want to become stronger, so I can help you! But if you don't want to make progress, then I can only let you turn into nothingness!"

The swordsman in white raised his hand and immediately saw that the entire island was filled with all kinds of long and short swords, densely packed with about tens of thousands of them.

"..." Feng Shen Huateng pursed his lips, looked at the low and thick clouds, and then at the sea water that had submerged half a foot of the island, and finally made up his mind:

"Brother, I want to become stronger! I want to become stronger!! No matter whether I am bald or disabled in the future! I want to become strong!!!"

"That's it!" The swordsman in white slowly turned around, then pulled out the long sword from his waist, and said indifferently: "Swing your sword, young man! Fight with me with the belief that you will die!!"
Chapter completed!