Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 23 The third way to capture the captain, draw the sword and fight!

Su Feng stood under the sun, with a gentle smile on his face matching the warm sunshine, as if he was as kind as a boy next door.

But Dongxian wanted to perceive the scene in front of him, but he couldn't laugh at all.

Just because at the moment the other party's voice fell, no matter it was spiritual pressure or killing intent, they all locked him firmly.

His expression was slightly stiff.

However, when thinking of the purpose of this trip, Tōsenkao no longer concealed it.

The same posture was displayed, and the spiritual pressure gushed out, lingering around, covering the atrium.

"In the soul world, there are usually three ways to become a captain."

Tosen Kaname's right hand was already placed on the sword, and his braids were flying in all directions under the agitation of spiritual pressure.

"The first way is to pass the test under the witness of more than three captains, including the chief captain. This was the case in the previous assessment battle."

"The second way is to be recommended by the six captains and at the same time be recognized by more than three of the remaining seven captains."

The momentum of the two became more and more fierce during the confrontation, and even formed a reverse wind howling in the atrium.

Seeing that the situation is not going well, the Reaper soldiers fled from the spot even rolling and crawling, hiding far away in the corner of the team building.

"And the last one is to have a duel with the current captain and defeat him under the witness of more than two hundred team members."

Tōsenkao's expression was low, and he continued in a slightly hoarse voice: "This was the case with Saraki Kenpachi of the [-]th Division. He killed the former captain of the [-]th Division in a grand manner."

"I thought that you who passed the assessment battle would become a qualified captain."

"But judging from the performance just now, this idea is very wrong..."

bass--

The clear sound of knives echoed in the atrium, and the cold light flashed away under the scorching sun.

Dongxian was about to pull out the Zanpakutao first, and the spiritual pressure condensed into substance in an instant, rushing around it.

"People who trample on the rules!"

"I will regain the position of captain under the witness of all the team members."

"So as to correct my mistakes..."

Facing these remarks, Su Feng laughed in surprise: "After talking so much, it's not that I'm not reconciled to the previous failure."

"Since you have the courage to draw the sword again, I hope you can bear the consequences."

Su Feng disagreed with Dong Xianyao's idea.

From the day Ge Kuang died, justice in his heart has turned into revenge.

of course.

This doesn't mean that Su Feng doesn't agree with it.

It's just that when evil things are done in the name of justice, the so-called justice becomes a high-sounding word.

The masked army that was brutally framed, the several officers of the ninth division who were killed, and the civilians who were used as test subjects for no reason in Liuhun Street...

What did they do wrong?

"Crime and justice are often just a thought away."

Su Feng pushed his left thumb lightly on the saber, and with a soft sound, another cold light danced in the atrium.

The spiritual pressure burst out and swept the entire atrium in an instant!
Huge beams of light shot up into the sky, collided and squeezed in the open space, and the spirit particles in the nearby atmosphere were even condensed in it, forming an astonishing scene.

The battle between the two captain-level gods of death is imminent.

Facing Su Feng who once defeated him, Dong Xian dared not be careless in the slightest.

That almost flawless fighting style is enough to make people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts...

So ever.

Dongxian wanted to suddenly raise the Zanpakuto, stand it upright in front of him, and press his left hand on the ring of the sword.

As his arms spread out, the ring enlarged until it almost covered his entire body.

"Solution!"

There was unshakable firmness in the calm voice, and the ring was placed horizontally, instantly transforming into nine, surrounding him.

At this moment, Dongxian Kaname's spiritual pressure strengthened again, and the purple light bloomed, full of a strange feeling.

The nine rings buzzed, shaking the atmosphere.

The Leng Lieqing Chong raised it high, and swung it forward with a swift force, and the ring flew around, enveloping the two of them directly.

The other Reaper soldiers had retreated to the edge as early as the battle began.

They dare not be involved in captain-level battles.

If there is a slight mistake, it may be completely killed by the aftermath.

As for Matsumoto Rangiku and Ise Nanao, when they realized that the situation was wrong, they were ready to stop it, but Dongsen wanted to stop it so fast that the two had no time to do it.

Tōsenkaō didn't seem to have the idea of ​​dragging other people into the battle, and the area covered by his spiritual pressure happened to avoid the two of them.

Above the ring, black spiritual pressure erupted, like a tide rushing from it, engulfing everything in sight in an instant.

Night falls!
"The final style of clearing insects: Yan Mo Cricket!"

Tosen Kaname's tone was full of confidence, and he even relaxed a little in his posture of preparing for battle.

He is well aware of the power of Qing Chong Xi Jie.

Even if Su Feng is stronger than him, he can't hurt him in this closed space.

Darkness, extreme darkness.

In this elliptical enchantment, the perception of spiritual pressure, vision, smell and hearing are all deprived, and the hell of ignorance is born.

Su Feng is also very familiar with Dongxian Yao's swastika.

Its one-to-nine ring is taken from the nine-phase diagram. At this time, the nine characters are also engraved on the stripes of the oval enchantment.

They are: swollen, blue, bad, blood, pus, chewing, loose, bone, burning.

Each word represents a stage after death, in which the appearance of the body is constantly changing over time.

Hell in the true sense of the word!

Because he was once defeated by Su Feng's hands, it was within his understanding that Dong Xian would have to start with Swastika.

As for the method of cracking the swastika, Su Feng naturally knew about it.

In the situation where the spiritual pressure cannot be absolutely crushed, only those who hold the Qing Chong can maintain clarity in this elliptical enchantment.

In this regard.

He had thought of several ways to crack it.

There is no need to exchange injuries for injuries like Saraki Kenpachi, and fight with instinct.

"I can't imagine it, Sufeng."

Dongxian wanted to walk slowly in the enchantment of Yan Mo Cricket, and approached Sufeng.

"You should be very surprised by my explanation."

"The dark and silent world of ignorance is scary, right?"

He said to himself expressionlessly, "A pampered noble like you should have never experienced such a terrifying feeling."

"All senses except the sense of touch have been deprived."

"Feel it well, the darkness in this world is far more terrifying than what Yan Mo Cricket bestows!"

At this time, Dongxian Yao had already walked in front of Sufeng, holding the blade high in his hand.

Just when his slash was about to land, he heard Su Feng's calm and unhurried voice.

"If it's an untalented beast like Saraki Kenpachi, it might be trapped in this cage."

Su Feng stretched his five fingers on his right hand, and a strong spiritual pressure gathered in his palm:
"However, don't forget the biggest difference between man and beast..."

"reason!"

(End of this chapter)