Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

Facing the invitation, Ichimaru Gin raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and could not see the change in his eyes at all.

"Captain Sufeng, you have to be merciful!"

There is no hint of sincerity in the hypocritical words.

"Well, you should be merciful in this kind of thing."

Sufeng stretched, "I'm ashamed to say that, as a captain, I haven't mastered the swastika yet."

"It would be a bit reluctant to just rely on the initial explanation."

During the conversation, the two people's figures flashed from the high platform and appeared in the center of the dojo at the same time.

At this time, there was no one in the dojo, and even the god of death and the academy students who had been watching the battle before were moved to the auditorium on the side.

At the same time, in the sky above the dojo, there is also the opening of the enchantment of ghosts, so as to avoid the bad influence caused by the burst of spiritual pressure.

"Vice Captain Gin Ichimaru, please show your full strength in this assessment battle. The captains will judge whether you are qualified to be the captain based on your performance."

"If necessary, you can use the Zanpakutō's swastika!"

What Sparrow Minister Jiro said was the meaning of Yamamoto Genryuzai, and it was also the result of the discussion between the several captains.

"The assessment begins!"

"Captain Sufeng, please give me some advice."

Ichimaru Gin restrained his smile a bit, and corrected his attitude, "Be careful!"

"Shoot him, sharpshooter!"

Starting to untie, above the dojo, a dazzling white light flashed away, and the air was filled with high temperature caused by high-speed friction.

bass--

It wasn't until the moment when the sharp blade was about to touch Sufeng that the sound of the blade sound came long overdue.

Su Feng stepped back instantly, and at the same time pulled out the Zanpakuto from his waist with his backhand, and placed it horizontally in front of him.

Ding!

The crisp sound of gold and iron colliding sounded above the dojo, and seeing this, everyone outside the dojo couldn't help but widen their eyes. .

On the long and narrow Zanpakuto blade, a cold light several meters long bloomed, and at the end of the light was tightly held by Ichimaru Gin.

The tip of the knife touched the blade, forming a rather weird scene.

The captains were not too surprised. Gin Ichimaru's sharp spear Hajikha had been shown many times in battle, so it was no secret to them.

On the contrary, the students of the hospital and the Grim Reapers were shocked, and their eyes widened, for fear of missing the details.

This may be their only chance to watch Captain unleash Zanpakuto.

Su Feng's arm trembled slightly, and his strength and spiritual pressure burst out at the same time, instantly forcing the extended sharp spear back.

Before Ichimaru Gin could react, Lanyin held it high, and immediately slashed down. The crescent-shaped sword fell to Ichimaru Gin's position along with the recovered Lanyin.

boom!

Above the dojo, billowing smoke and dust rose.

In the first trial, the two sides did not understand each other's strength.

But judging from the degree of caution, both of them are wary of each other.

Sufeng had never underestimated any Death God with captain-level strength.

I am even more wary of old silver coins like Ichimaru Silver.

If this guy can't think about it, if he shoots a fragment of the magic gun, Sufeng will probably return to the embrace of hell.

Lights flashed one after another on the dojo.

Ichimaru Gin stood on the edge of the dojo, with his back against the ghost barrier, and released the magic spear one after another. The momentum was so fast that it almost formed a gorgeous light curtain in the dojo.

Sufeng kept waving his sword to block, using precise angles to pierce all the incoming divine spears, and deflect them all away from his body.

For a time, the dojo was filled with the sound of gold and iron interlacing, as if it had composed a high-pitched symphony.

have to say.

Compared with opponents such as Tosen Kaname and Takehara Kazuhiro, Ichimaru Gin's fighting style is completely different.

Every strike he made seemed cautious, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, waiting for the right moment to explode instantly.

If Sufeng was still at the tenth level of swordsmanship before, he would definitely be in an anxious battle situation.

Far less relaxed and comfortable than it is now.

"Vice Captain Ichimaru, show your true strength."

As an assessor, Sufeng has no hard and fast indicators of winning or losing. "If you only have this level, it will be difficult for me to let you pass the assessment."

"Hey, Captain Sufeng's defense is really airtight."

Ichimaru Gin stood with his sword put away, his black clothes stained with a little dust, and his spiritual pressure lingered around him.

"Let me tell you in advance, my swastika is very fast, so be careful."

"Captain Sufeng!"

As he spoke, Ichimaru Gin held the handle of the knife with both hands, the end facing his chest, and stared at Sufeng at the other end of the dojo with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Swastika—"

"God kills the gun!"

bass!

Before he finished speaking, the bright sword light flashed in mid-air. Between the lightning and flint, a bright blade burst out in Ichimaru Gin's hand. The speed was so fast that it even exceeded the limit of vision.

At this moment, it was as if the air was cut open instantly.

Su Feng seemed to have predicted this, before Ichimaru Gin released the Swastika, he used Shunbu to move sideways, dodging the attack with a negligible gap.

boom!

Above the sky, the ghost barrier of the dojo was instantly defeated, and a huge hole appeared above the barrier.

The sharp tip of the knife appeared at the end of the sky.

The moment the spiritual pressure converged, it flashed back at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, and turned into an ordinary short knife again, held in his hand.

"Yeah, it seems like you've exerted a little too much force."

Ichimaru Gin's tone showed a little apology, "Please forgive me, Captain Sufeng, my control over the Swastika is still not perfect."

"It's enough."

Su Feng commented, "Swastika's shooting speed is dozens of times faster than Shijie's."

"If I hadn't predicted it in advance, I might have been injured because of it."

His words were quite sincere, without any adulteration.

When the spiritual pressure was about the same, Ichimaru Gin took out the swastika, but he was not even prepared for the swastika. He was not killed immediately because Sufeng was familiar with the ability of the Zanpakutō Divine Spear.

"If you're just taking the captain assessment, you should have passed by now."

Su Feng looked sideways, and glanced at the high platform, where Yamamoto Motoryuzai stared at the dojo expressionlessly.

Obviously.

The captain had no intention of stopping, perhaps because the strength Ichimaru Gin showed was not enough to satisfy him.

"It's really troublesome." Su Feng gently shook the Lan in his hand, and a strong wind suddenly rose above the dojo. "If Mr. Shan doesn't say anything, this assessment battle will never end."

"Vice Captain Ichimaru, please be careful, I'm going to get serious next time."

The hunting wind roared in the sky, and the spacious dojo was filled with the shadow of the strong wind, directly transformed into the realm of wind.

Fighting in such a small area, Sufeng has a unique advantage.

A mighty spiritual pressure burst out, condensing into a beam of light that shot straight into the sky, and landed on the ghost path barrier, making a teeth-breaking crunching sound.

Sufeng held Lan Yin in his hand and faced the challenge:

"One-sword style·Zhankong!"