Hua Tian Kuang Gu.
The captain of the 8th Division in Soul Society, the world of Bleach, and the Zanpakutō of Shunsui Kyoraku.
Turning children's games into reality, as long as you step into the range of Huatian Kyougotoku, you are forced to participate in the game, and all the rules are set by Huatian Kyougotoku.
And the scope is... this stadium!
"Let's play a game." Kamishiro Lan raised his head, his eyes full of teasing behind his lenses.
"The first rule..."
He took a step, and the breeze fluttered his sleeves and lifted his bangs.
"Shadow ghost."
As soon as he finished speaking, the racket in Kamishiro Lan's hand had already been imprinted on the tennis ball.
"Bang." The tennis ball turned into yellow light and flew towards Echizen Nanjiro.
"Hmm? It doesn't seem like anything special." Echizen Nanjiro narrowed his eyes and made a swinging gesture.
However, at the moment the ball hit the ground and bounced, an indescribable pressure hit his body, even causing his body to pause, and his face suddenly changed.
"Oops." Even though he adjusted his body as quickly as possible, the quality of his return was very poor.
The tennis ball flew leisurely into the air after hitting the racket.
"Rule one, Shadow Ghost, the person whose shadow is hit will lose." Kamishiro Lan's calm voice rang out in the air.
Nanjiro looked up and was surprised to find that Kamishiro Lan had jumped high into the air.
"Damn it, the one who stands higher wins." The racket slammed down hard, and the originally leisurely tennis ball suddenly turned into a sharp sword and shot towards the right half court.
"Step!" Echizen Nanjiro moved, the playful look on his face disappeared, a rare look of solemnity appeared on his face.
"Bang." Kamishiro Lan's ball was very heavy, incredibly heavy.
This is definitely not a shot that people of the same age can hit.
But Nanjiro took it anyway.
"What's going on? How could he suddenly burst out with such amazing power?" Nanjiro's eyes were stern.
Seeing that his attack didn't work, a hint of disappointment flashed in Kamishiro Ai's eyes.
The tennis legend is so terrifying that even if he used the Huatian Kuanggu with rules, it was still cracked.
Kamishiro Lan only felt his fighting spirit rise even higher, and explained softly:
"Before, it was the shadow ghost. The one whose shadow was hit would lose. Now the smash is the brand ghost. The one who stands higher will win. As long as you follow the rules, you can hit a ball that the opponent can't return."
"I see."
Nanjiro turned his head to the right and found his shadow silhouetted against the light.
"What an interesting skill." He couldn't help but exclaim.
"But there's no way to score." Kamishiro Lan said helplessly.
"No, at least you let me move." Nanjiro moved his steps and hit back the next tennis ball.
His domain was broken.
The two chatted while playing as if it was a halftime break.
"Young man, do you have any other cards?" Nanjiro had to admit that his long-dormant body was beginning to heat up, and his expectations for Kamishiro Lan were growing.
Kamishiro Lan was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Be careful, senior."
The ordinary Shikai ball skills obviously couldn't cause any trouble to Nanjiro.
Even with a regular Zanpakutō, coupled with Nanjiro's carelessness and even the factor of a broken racket, the tennis ball was easily hit back.
Enough to be visible.
Nanjiro is stronger than he thought.
It is worthy of being the ceiling of this world.
Kamishiro Lan's expression became solemn, and a white mist lingered around his body.
Climb up the arm like a white snake.
"Such a violent aura!" The moment the white mist appeared, Nanjiro sensed a negative emotion spreading around the entire venue, and Kamishiro Lan in the center had a pair of malicious eyes that made people feel frightened.
This situation only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, a white mask condensed on Kamishiro Lan's face.
"Crack." Kamishiro Lan stretched out his right hand and crushed half of the mask.
The fragments of the mask fell to the ground and turned into white mist and dissipated in the air.
Virtualization is a terrifying ability.
Greatly improves all attributes of the body, but at the cost of losing sanity.
During the years in the back mountains of U17, Kamishiro Lan had been cultivating his mind, although his strength might have improved very slowly compared to the past, and he might even have been surpassed by Byodoin Phoenix.
But when he completed the cultivation of his mind and completely controlled his own emptiness, he made up for all his previous progress in one day.
Not only is it far superior to the Byodoin Phoenix, it also has the opportunity to acquire abilities at a higher level.
In the world of death, cultivating the mind is also crucial.
When the hero, Ichigo Kurosaki, understood his sense of mission and was determined to pursue it, his heart became firm and his Zanpakutō became more powerful.
Uncontrollable power is useless.
Kamishiro Lan firmly believed this.
"Xu Shan." He uttered the word slowly, his voice slightly distorted.
White light continued to gather in the God Era Blue, illuminating the area. A black monster shadow at least three meters tall appeared behind him, and under the white mask were a pair of deep and terrifying eyes.
"Boom!" A dazzling white light shot out from the black monster's mouth, leaving gullies wherever it passed.
Echizen Nanjiro had never seen such ball skills before, and the opponent, Kamishiro Ai, seemed like a completely different person.
This is comparable to the aura of another dimension.
This is a different path from the Perfect and Ashura Shinto!!
He is just a junior high school student, but he has made his own way?
Nanjiro couldn't hide his shock.
While I was shocked, I also felt a little regretful.
If I were in the same generation as him and competed with him, maybe I wouldn't be so bored.
Thinking of this, Nanjiro held the racket with both hands.
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