Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

Takehara Kazuhiro's arrogant words made Su Feng fall into deep thought.

Where did he get the courage?

Also, what did the Ise family do wrong?

In Sufeng's understanding, as a priestly family, the Ise family was extremely special even among many nobles.

The population is sparse, and it also comes with Kev's permanent DEBUFF.

Since the death of Ise Nanao's mother, even the sacrificial rituals that have been maintained have been completely shelved.

"Excuse me, does it have anything to do with the Ise family?"

Sufeng was curious, "The battle between you and me should not affect even one of the chief officials."

"Hmph, as the captain, don't you know the curse of the Ise family?"

Takehara Kazuhiro was dissatisfied, "If I hadn't chosen to rebel, I would be a dead person now!"

"Besides, the nobles, as the evil side of Soul Society, should die!"

Sufeng's eyes widened slightly, and he realized that the reason why the former captain of the Third Division rebelled was because he didn't want to marry a woman from the Ise family?

Also, what's the look in your eyes? The head of the Tsunayashiro family is standing here, and you actually choose to be indifferent?

"Junior, your eyes are becoming more and more rude."

Substantial purple spiritual pressure emerged around Takehara Kazuhiro, as if some kind of viscous substance was constantly surging.

"Since you don't want to be caught without a fight, then I will personally bestow on you the deepest despair!"

It is obvious that Kazuhiro Takehara did not know the identity of the Sufeng nobleman.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be just for Ise Nanao.

The battle is about to break out.

As a former captain, Takehara Kazuhiro's strength is quite impressive. The sudden burst of spiritual pressure shook all directions, and the ruins not far away collapsed.

"Nanao, please stay away from this area first."

Su Feng warned, "Wait until I get rid of this guy first."

Facing the oppression of the captain-level spirit pressure, even though Ise Nanao has considerable strength, she still doesn't quite adapt to it.

In this case, staying away from the battlefield is the best choice.

Takehara Kazuhiro did not target Ise Nanao, in his view, as long as this junior of the ninth division is eliminated, even a mere chief executive will not be able to escape.

He was seen stepping on Shunpo, his slightly rickety figure was as fast as lightning, and in an instant he was in front of Sufeng, holding his Zanpakutō in both hands and stabbing at an upward angle.

A kendo school that has never been seen before.

The tricky assassination did not attack Sufeng, not even the cloaked captain Hanori.

Standing at the pinnacle of the kendo, he always feels unsightly when he looks at the kendo of other people besides Unokanaretsu.

It's like a child who is just learning how to walk, struggling to fiddle with a big sword that is far beyond his body.

Su Feng dodged sideways, gently pushed the thumb of his left hand, and a sharp cold light lit up on his waist, accompanied by the clear sound of the knife.

Lan Yin flew out of the scabbard, and hit Kazuhiro Takehara's knife at a very subtle angle.

Ding!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded on the street.

The green pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of surprise flashed across Takehara Kazuhiro's eyes.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

Although he is not a master in the field of swordsmanship, but he used to be the captain, and he was also above the pass line.

The opponent's control over the sword is completely above him.

With the help of Kazuyu Takehara, Lanyin flew out and landed in Sufeng's hands.

"Although I sympathize with your experience, we are on both sides of the enemy."

Sufeng raised the blade in his hand, and the storm-like spiritual pressure turned into wind breath and wrapped around it.

"Death is your best destination."

The crescent-shaped sword pressed against the blade and rushed out, blasting straight towards Takehara Kazuhiro!

"Stop talking nonsense, junior!"

Kazuhiro Takehara held his Zanpakutō and slashed diagonally from bottom to top. The strange purple sword pressure rushed out from the blade at the same angle.

"When I was fighting on the battlefield, you might not have graduated from the Spiritual Arts Academy!"

Kazuhiro Takehara is very persistent about seniority, and he cannot do without the word "junior" in his three sentences.

The two colored swords collided from the front, causing a violent shock wave that spread in all directions, causing houses to collapse and the ground to crack.

The ferocious villains who were hiding in the dark and observing suddenly dispersed when they saw this, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

They are violent and cruel, but that doesn't mean they don't have enough brains.

The aftermath of a fight between two captain-level gods of death was not something they could bear.

If you are not careful, you will be affected. At least, you will lose arms and legs, and at worst, you will end up dead without any body.

Takehara Kazuhiro ignored the scattered figures, with a creepy look in his green pupils, staring at Sufeng.

boom!

The instant burst out, the spiritual pressure surged, and the rickety figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only the flickering afterimage in place.

The slender Zanpakutō was condensed with a strange purple color and made a scalp-numbing corrosive sound. If it was aimed at Sufeng, it would kill him on the head.

Just now it was just a test, now it's time to get real.

Moves like sword pressure, without special force-generating skills, are not as good as close combat.

In the battle between the God of Death and the God of Death, in addition to the decisive role of spiritual pressure, the slaying fist and walking ghost are the key to victory or defeat.

Sufeng's expression was indifferent, he held Lan Yin in his hand and moved forward without retreating. The blade entwined with the surging wind blew through the air and slashed straight ahead.

The interweaving of purple and cyan bursts out into billowing air waves.

The deafening sound of gold and iron interlaced, violent spiritual pressure surged, and shock waves visible to the naked eye shook the atmosphere.

The ground centered around the two people exploded and cracked, huge spider web-like cracks spread into the distance, and overwhelming dust rose into the sky.

Takehara Kazuhiro stared at the handsome face close at hand, bared his teeth and said fiercely: "Your appearance reminds me of the ugly faces of those nobles."

"Those high-minded guys are just as disgusting as you!"

In response, Sufeng sneered and said disdainfully: "Jealous."

Compared with a long speech about a certain truth, the expression of two words can express one's heart more directly and break down defenses easily.

Sure enough, the moment he finished speaking, Takehara Kazuhiro's eyes were bloodshot, reflecting his green pupils, and abnormal blood redness appeared under the dark spots on his face.

"slander!"

The moment he cursed, Takehara Kazuhiro's spiritual pressure exploded like a beam of light, rising to the sky in an instant.

Simple words are the most heartwarming.

It's just that this kind of heartbeat is often divided into pros and cons.

Takehara Kazuhiro held the sword in both hands, gathered all his strength, and stirred up spiritual pressure, instantly shaking Sufeng away, and the power was not reduced, and a sword pressure rushed out from the blade.

boom!

Sufeng slashed horizontally with his sword, and countless wind blades stirred, instantly wiping out the pressure of the flying sword.

"Time is running out, let's end this battle."

Takehara Kazuhiro stood his Zanpakutō upright in front of him and stared ahead, "Since you are unwilling to surrender to us, then just go and die."

"Cover the sky, poisonous dust!"

A large amount of viscous liquid suddenly appeared on his skinny hands, extending along the handle to the blade until it was completely covered.

In the blooming purple light, the tip of the knife bifurcated and changed, forming a shape like the horns on the head of a unicorn.

Unable to gain an advantage in the slaying fist and walking ghost, Takehara Kazuhiro directly performed the first solution.

As his Zanpakutō changed, a thick purple mist began to fill the air, and tiny particles floated, corroding Sufeng's external spiritual pressure with a fierce attack.

Sufeng had heard members of Tsunayashiro's family mention the Zanpakutō abilities of the former captain of the Third Division.

The most terrifying poison-type Zanpakutō in the history of Soul Society. The moment it is released, it will release countless tiny poisonous particles, corroding the enemy's spiritual pressure, body and soul.

If the spiritual pressure is weaker than Takehara Kazuhiro's, the whole person will be instantly decomposed into toxic particles and integrated into the Zanpakuto called poisonous dust.

However, Sufeng's spiritual pressure was not weaker than his opponent's, it was even slightly stronger.

In this situation.

It is almost impossible for Takehara Kazuhiro to break through the spiritual pressure defense.

"The fifty-fourth chapter of Breaking the Way: Wasted Flame!"

He was obviously aware of this, and when he raised his hand, a disc-shaped purple flame was thrown out.

The tiny toxic particles in the atmosphere instantly merged into the purple waste flame, and its form changed again.

The flames expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, using toxic particles as fuel to expand instantly and cover the sky.

The terrifying power even stunned the residents of Rukongai from far away.

"Wake up, junior."

Takehara Kazuhiro smiled evilly, the wrinkles and dark spots on his face were clustered together, making him look particularly ugly and cruel:

"This is a powerful ability unique to Du Chen. It is enough to increase the power of Fei Yan, a broken path, by more than ten times!"

Sufeng gently raised his hand and chanted, and instantly entered the state of initial release. The slender blade seemed to be made of strong wind, and the purple mist was instantly cut through by the surging wind.

"Don't underestimate others, old guy."

"Everyone's Zanpakutō is unique. Maybe Lan Yin's ability is just right to restrain you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Takehara Kazuhiro felt an ominous premonition in his heart. Before he could speak, the sky suddenly changed.

Thick clouds swept in from the distance, instantly covering the sky and sun, plunging the battlefield into darkness.

The celestial phenomenon is coming!

I saw Sufeng's left hand lying horizontally in front of him, his right hand holding the handle of the knife and leaning back a little distance. As he stepped forward, the feather fabric was fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, the wind howled in the streets full of ruins, and with Sufeng as the center, turned into a terrifying tornado, instantly scattering the waste flames all over the sky!

Takehara Kazuhiro took a breath, the strength Sufeng showed far exceeded his expectation.

I thought he was just an ordinary junior captain, but what I didn't expect was that his strength was not weaker than that of the veteran captain, and even exceeded it.

The tornado howled in the violent wind, solidified below, and turned into a bright light that converged into Sufeng's palm:

"Shoot him, Lan Yin!"

In an instant, a blazing white line tore through the atmosphere, flying through the air with great force, and its unparalleled power instantly penetrated everything in front of it!

Pfft——

Flesh and blood were torn apart, and Takehara Kazuhiro's chest was instantly pierced. The burning white line continued unabated and reached the end of the street, once again blasting a dilapidated building into ruins.

Takehara Kazuhiro spit out blood, his face turned extremely ugly.

Just a little bit, just a little bit short of his heart being penetrated.

If he hadn't dodged in time, this attack would have directly wiped off his head!

"It doesn't matter if you're not dead." Su Feng didn't care, "I still have the Qing Chong One or Two Styles here."

It has to be said that as a captain-level Shinigami, Kazuhiro Takehara is a little stronger than the Achiukas made by Aizen.

However, considering that Achiukas has a low IQ, it is somewhat difficult to tell who is stronger and who is weaker.

If the two were put together in a life-and-death fight, Sufeng would still be willing to vote for Takehara Kazuhiro.

after all.

The former captain of the third division should still have the final trump card.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The blood dyed the white feather fabric red, as if gorgeous flowers were blooming.

Takehara Kazuhiro's face turned pale, and his expression was slightly bleak: "Junior, you are very powerful. You are definitely more than just a newly promoted captain."

"I admit that I underestimated you."

"But as a senior, I must teach you a truth."

I saw him spreading his arms, looking up at the sky, and raising the poisonous dust Zanpakutō high:

"The former always prevails over the latter!"

"Swastika, poisonous sky burial!"