Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 332 The Long-lost Prompt Sound
Ni Gucaizang looked like he had seen a ghost, and the Zanpakutō he had just raised stopped in mid-air.

Judging from the combat prowess shown by Sufeng, there is a high probability that the concubines of Shanding Temple are no match for him.

He had already analyzed this before Sufeng came.

But even if he was beaten to death, he would not have thought that there was a concubine in Shanding Temple who took advantage of the sneak attack and unleashed his strongest white fighting skills. Even Sufeng's attention was attracted by other people, and he did not notice that there was a concubine in Shanding Temple at all. the meaning of.

But even so, he was still blasted by a punch.

A literal punch!
Because of its round and huge body, the blood mist after the death of a concubine in Zending Temple filled the sky and floated above the ruins.

Everywhere he looked, there was bright blood red.

"torch!"

boom! !

The blazing extreme flame exploded upwards, turning into a huge tornado of flames roaring in the ruins, and instantly engulfed the figure of Ohana Danjiro.

The scorching light dissipated the blood mist all over the sky.

The scalding heat permeated the battlefield, evaporating the moisture in the atmosphere.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting with me?"

Yamamoto Genryusai was the first to recover from the shock.

He didn't hesitate, even if it was one of the strongest moves in his current state.

Yamamoto Genryusai had no intention of holding back against his old subordinates.

Since you are already dead, don't interfere in the world of the living.

Not to mention that he appeared with the idea of ​​destroying Soul Society. Since he is an intruder, he must pay the heaviest price for his actions!
The screams were heard in the tornado of flames, and the severe pain contained in the howls could be heard even on the battlefield several miles away.

Ohana Danjiro exploded with spiritual pressure, and danced his Zanpakutō like a madman, splitting the Matsaki that was holding him.

And when he appeared in front of everyone again, there were burn marks all over his body, and even the death tyrant suit and the sleeveless captain Yu Zhi became dilapidated and extremely ugly.

"Yamamoto Shigekuni, you bastard actually made a sneak attack?!"

As if meeting Yamamoto Genryusai for the first time, Ohana Danjiro's eyes widened and he roared at the top of his lungs.

His exposed flesh was rolled and smeared with a burnt black color, making a sizzling sound, and even a smell of burnt meat was spreading.

However, Yamamoto Genryusai had no intention of talking to him, but frowned and stared at the healing wounds on his body.

"This……"

With a hesitant look on his face, he looked towards Sufeng not far away.

I saw my disciples folding their hands in front of them, nodding calmly, and explaining: "They are the dead themselves, so there will be no real death."

"In other words, they have the same super-speed regeneration as Daxu."

"What's even more outrageous is that even if it is reduced to dregs, it will be resurrected again."

"Just like this concubine of Shanding Temple."

Yamamoto Genryusai's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw the blood mist behind Sufeng condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If the situation continues, it won't take more than a few minutes for the concubine of Shanding Temple to reappear on the battlefield.

"But don't worry too much."

Sufeng reminded, "It will take some time for them to recover their strength after resurrection, and according to Nirvana's calculations, they only need one more soul burial ceremony to fall into hell again."

"Besides, after falling into hell for the second time, it's not that easy to come out again."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the remaining four first-generation captains suddenly changed, and they immediately erupted with extremely terrifying spiritual pressure. Their bodies were continuously covered with black lines, and even the chains wrapped around them were dancing like crazy.

No one wants to be imprisoned in that desolate hell again.

Although the current state is life-or-death, it is still better than falling into hell.

"Solution!"

Ohana Danjiro held his Zanpakutō high, like a priest performing a sacrificial ceremony, with a solemn and sacred expression, and the blue arm guard on his right arm emitted a bright light.

"Mirage!"

laugh--

Only the sound of a balloon deflating was heard, and a large amount of fog instantly filled the battlefield.

Under Su Feng's unexpected gaze, the water mist condensed continuously, turning into tail flowers Danerlang one after another.

"What kind of ability is this?"

"Is it another genjutsu-type Zanpakutō?"

He suddenly realized that from Hirako Mako to Aizen, and then to the first-generation captain Oka Danjiro, it seemed that the illusion-based Zanpakuto had become the tradition of the fifth division.

"It's not just a pure illusion. Mirage's ability is to condense the mist filled with spiritual pressure into an existence exactly like yourself."

On top of the ruins, dozens of tailflower Danjilang spoke together, forming overlapping echoes. The scene looked very magical:
"In other words, every figure is equivalent to my existence."

"Perhaps your strength is far ahead of ours, but your spiritual pressure will eventually run out."

"Come to think of it, killing a captain is not an easy thing for you, right?"

Sufeng raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"I won't show mercy."

Ohana Danjiro swung his Zanpakutō, and immediately several figures headed towards Sufeng and killed him.

Yan Yuanjinle, who was wearing glasses, nodded and said seriously:
"It should have been this way."

"Yamamoto Shigekuni no longer cares about the past, so why are we still hesitating?"

As he spoke, he swung his Zanpakutō, and the spiritual pressure burst out violently, like a flood bursting a dike, instantly dispersing the water mist and blood mist lingering around him:
"Solution!"

"It will be painful to wait to be killed alive!"

Sinners in the living hell have harmful intentions for each other, and when they meet, they are like hunters who encounter a deer. They use their iron claws to crack and cut it, cut it into pieces, and die. If the cool breeze blows by, they will still be alive in a moment.

The original Zanpakuto bent in the dim light, turning into two iron claws and wearing them on Yan Yuan Jin Le's hands, looking ferocious and terrifying.

The originally gentle middle-aged man now seemed a little like he was possessed by Freddy, which was enough to stop a child from crying at night.

"Tsunayashiro Sufeng, I will not reveal my swastika ability at will like some idiot."

Yan Yuanjinle smiled sinisterly, and his overall temperament dropped several degrees again, "Just wait for death in pain!"

"No one knows the power of waiting to kill everyone alive, not even Yamamoto Shigekuni!"

He spread his fingers and suddenly grabbed forward.

At this moment, Sufeng clearly noticed a strange force, or rule, acting on his body, as if there were invisible big hands holding his internal organs.

"Is this the strength?"

Sufeng frowned slightly, slightly dissatisfied.

Although he admired these first-generation captains, their performance really made people unable to have any fighting spirit.

The large gap in spiritual pressure makes Yan Yuan Jinle's Zanpakutō ability very ineffective against Sufeng.

This is like Kyoryaku Shunsui pulling Sufeng into the realm of swastika in the heart of a withered pine, and then starting an adult drama performance in one act or two.

In the end, he will be the only one who dies.

At the right time, Ohana Danjiro also came to kill him fiercely, and the spiritual pressure surged wildly.

Either pressing with the sword, or slashing, or breaking the path, or hitting in vain, or sneak attack...

The chaotic attacks formed a coordinated attack at a perfect time and turned into a dragnet, blocking all possibilities of Sufeng's dodge.

Just as Ohana Danjiro said, each of these mirage clones made of water mist is equivalent to captain-level strength.

Although they lacked a trump card, their numbers alone were enough to kill the enemy.Ni Gu Cai Zang and Xing Nai Wu Gang were not idle either, they were about to launch the swastika, and then join forces to strangle Su Feng.

"If you activate the swastika."

Yamamoto Genryusai's deep voice sounded from opposite the two of them, "Then I won't hold back anymore."

"The Sword of Fire has become a thing of the past. Now my swastika is called——"

"The Remnant Fire Sword..."

Just hearing the name, Niko Saizo and Nobu Tsuna suddenly felt covered in scorching heat, as if the surrounding temperature had increased again.

The two looked at each other and temporarily put away their thoughts.

No one knows the horror of Yamamoto Shigekuni better than them. The figure surrounded by blazing flames was like a demon coming out of the deepest part of hell.

With the strength of the two of them, they might be able to restrain the other party.

In this way, all hopes are pinned on Ohana Danjiro and Yan Yuanjinler.

Hopefully these two guys don’t disappoint…

boom! !

A huge wall of tornado fire rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky, burning away all the phosphorus gas and returning the sky to a clear state.

The blue sky reflected in everyone's eyes, highlighting their clown appearance.

"torch……"

Sufeng stood with a knife in his hand, his whole body wrapped in scorching flames. His ferocious smile fell into the sight of the first-generation captains, causing their bodies to tremble immediately.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago.

The day Shigekuni Yamamoto faced Tomohbacher!
The same body surrounded by flames, the same terrifying high temperature that can evaporate water, and the same extreme flames that burn everything around!

The two figures kept overlapping in the blurred vision until...

"The city is on fire!"

Sufeng held Yanluo Jingdian and slashed straight ahead. The blazing high temperature rushed towards him and turned into endless flames, completely overwhelming the clones of Ohana Danjiro!

In just an instant, dozens of bodies turned into mist and burned out again, leaving no traces.

"Surprisingly useful."

Sufeng weighed the Zanpakutō in his hand and said with satisfaction.

As a disciple of Genryu, Yamamoto Genryusai showed him various uses of Ryuken Wakahu more than once.

In addition to roasting sweet potatoes and boiling tea to remove moisture, Sufeng has already memorized the initial techniques such as Chengguo Yanshang, Songming, and Blazing Hell.

Compared to Hitsugaya Toshiro's Hyōrinmaru, Sufeng is obviously more skilled in the use of Ryūren Wakahui.

The first-generation captains looked in disbelief, their pupils shrinking suddenly as they stared at the tornado wall of flames that shot straight into the sky.

The scorching heat even burned their hair, and the burning pain on their skin was a sign of——

This is not an illusion, but a real flowing blade like fire and Songming!
Seeing this scene, Yamamoto Genryusai's eyes twitched even more.

The flowing blade is like fire, the pines are bright, the city walls are in flames...

Is it another Zanpakutō of the Tsunayashiro family that can copy other Zanpakutō Kaikai, Enra Kagami?

He had heard Sufeng mention Yanluo Jingdian, and he bluntly said that it had completely solved its side effects of reducing his own soul.

The only fly in the ointment is that it cannot imitate the swastika of other Zanpakutō.

but.

Why is the power of the Songming activated by this traitor using the Flowing Blade Ruohuo more than twice as powerful as the old man's Songming?
Even the most basic temperature is much higher? !

This time, even Yamamoto Genryusai felt that Sufeng had gone too far.

"It would be great if I could imitate the swastika."

Sufeng flicked the flames on the blade and said with regret, "It's just a beginning, and the power is still a little bit behind."

"Okay, next one."

He didn't waste too much time and backhandedly targeted Yan Yuan Jinle, who was still activating his swastika ability.

At this time, the first-generation captain of the third division had turned red from suppressing his emotions, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He couldn't understand why his ability lost its effect on Su Feng, and couldn't even have a slight impact.

"Don't try, remnants of the old era."

Sufeng explained, "The gap between spiritual pressure is a huge and indelible gap between you and me."

"If you can shoot down the Soul King's Palace in the sky with your spiritual pressure, you can influence me by waiting to kill all the karma alive."

"Of course, this is an impossibility."

Without giving the other party a chance to speak again, the flaming Yanluo Jingdian fell down, burning into blackened ashes and scattering across the battlefield as the dust flew.

In this way, even if you want to resurrect, it will take a certain amount of time.

"Tailhua Dan'erlang." Sufeng stared at another person.

However, before he could launch an attack, Ohana Danjiro turned around and ran away. He no longer had the slightest fighting spirit as before, as if there was a savage beast behind him, and he didn't even have the courage to take a second look.

"Old man, if the first generation captains were all like this."

Sufeng commented, "It's not a fault to die so early."

His voice drifted in the wind, and the blazing flames turned into huge walls, tumbling down and covering the entire battlefield.

Ohana Danjiro looked at the scene in front of him in despair, and despair appeared on that face again.

The knife fell, and ashes spread all over the sky, swaying in the strong wind.

"It's just the two of you."

Sufeng's eyes moved and locked on Ni Gu Cai Zang and Xian No Takezuna.

For a moment, the expressions on the two people's faces turned extremely ugly.

They thought about many possibilities, but they couldn't guess the current one.

However, just this mistake directly brought them to the edge of hell again.

"Young man, it's easy to discuss things..."

There was a hint of flattery in the hoarse voice hidden behind the bones.

However, before he finished speaking, a ray of red light flashed across his neck, and the blazing high temperature exploded, directly burning his rickety body!

When the executioner Nai Wu Gang was stared at by the master and the apprentice, he was suddenly sweating and almost had an emotional breakdown.

"Yamamoto Shigekuni, Tsunayo Sufeng, you..."

His face suddenly turned fierce, and when he tried to say something cruel, Su Feng struck down with his sword again without any hesitation.

The violent pillar of fire rose into the sky and completely engulfed the executioner Nai Wu Gang!

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Yamamoto Genryusai's expression was extremely complicated.

Once again, he sent his former teammates to death. Although he did not do it himself, it was deeply touching.

On the other hand, Sufeng didn't think so much.

At this time, he was staring at the personal panel that only he could see, with an extremely focused expression.

[Self-discipline daily tasks completed! 】

(End of this chapter)