Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

Facing Nnoitra after his return to the sword form, Sufeng had no intention of holding back and immediately unleashed his old moves.

The moves that were once enough to drain him dry in a short period of time are now just a matter of sprinkling water.

The breakthrough in spiritual pressure, the understanding of Zanpakuto, and the improvement in affinity with spirit particles, with the superposition of multiple buffs, Sufeng's combat power soared to an extremely terrifying level.

The strong wind blocked his view, a bluish-white breath of wind flashed in his pupils, and an even more violent aura burst out from his body.

The extremely sudden change caught Noitra off guard.

Before he could react, the double-edged sickle held tightly in his upper right hand was instantly blasted into nothingness, as if it had been shredded by countless wind blades.

The bluish-white blade continued to swing forward with its power undiminished.

Nnoitra's pupils suddenly contracted, and his nerves gave a crazy warning.

He never expected that his performance after returning to the sword would be even worse than before. The strength of this hateful god of death was far beyond his previous expectations.

Ring!

Lan Yin slashed through the air, and a tornado whizzed out from under the blade, instantly destroying a multi-story building.

"Escape?" Su Feng glanced sideways, looking to the right and behind him, sneering disdainfully, "Is this what you call the attitude of challenging a strong person?"

"If you don't even have a fearless mentality, what qualifications do you have to call yourself the strongest?"

"With your bravado and weak roar?"

Upon hearing this, Nnoitra flew into a rage, with anger burning fiercely in his chest, as if it was going to burn all his sanity away.

"Disgusting Grim Reaper, what do you know!?"

"What awaits you is only certain death!!"

The golden spiritual pressure burned up and turned into a blazing flame that erupted violently around it, distorting the air and bringing a desperate sense of oppression.

"I am the strongest!"

Amidst the crazy roar, Nnoitra swung the double-edged sickles in his five arms like a madman.

The golden spiritual pressure slash seemed to cut through the space, and the sickle slashed forward madly at a speed dozens of times faster than before.

The slashing blows formed strange black lines, twisted and clustered together, as if another black cavity had appeared.

On the dome, under the strong wind, a hideous and deep crack continued to expand in the void, as if it was going to swallow up everything.

With the final blow, the double-edged sickle in Nnoitra's hand shattered into fine dust, but the deep crack also closed.

boom! !

The ground and the sky began to shake violently.

Endless dust swept up, creating a huge sandstorm that covered everything.

The sand that covered the sky and the sun seemed to cover the entire world. In just a few seconds, the entire battlefield was in a mess, with dozens of centimeters of dust added.

At this moment, a slashing blow containing brilliant golden light suddenly fell and hit the blade in Sufeng's hand hard.

The roaring sound like breaking through clouds and cracking rocks tore apart the clouds above the dome, as if it made the stars in the sky tremble.

Faced with the all-out powerful attack, Su Feng, who was only able to respond with the Sky-Breaking Blade, seemed to be a little exhausted, and his entire figure flew backwards in an instant when the last blow landed.

It is like a meteor, streaking across the sky, or like a sticky color painting a thick stroke on the sky.

Looking at Sufeng's figure disappearing from his sight, a hideous smile appeared again on Noitra's ferocious face.

"Victory will always belong to..."

Before he could finish his words, the abominable spiritual pressure at the end of the sky suddenly increased countless times, and thick clouds covered it.

Blue-purple thunder raged and roared in it, countless lightning snakes roamed and ran away, and infinite power erupted between the roars.

The howling gale became more and more violent, the bluish-white wind condensed in an instant, evolving into an inky black color, connecting with the thick clouds above the dome. Lightning flashed like a waterfall, pouring into it, blending into the endless light and heat, intensifying the momentum of the gale for a time.

Sufeng's unharmed figure stood under the clouds, with an indifferent look as if he was a god looking down at the world. The Lanyin sword in his hand vibrated, absorbing the hurricane into the blade.

The next moment, the silver-white blade turned into scarlet red.

An extremely terrifying scorching aura burst out from it, completely overwhelming Nnoitra's violent spiritual pressure.

Red lines like magma are running across the blade, emitting a burning and destructive light.

The unspeakable huge threat made Nnoitra instinctively feel fear, and it was this shameful negative emotion that immediately detonated his limited rationality.

puff!

The arthropod-like arm pierced through his chest, and Nnoitra raised his bloody palm and faced forward.

The bloody mouth opened, and a tongue with numbers engraved on it stuck out. A huge amount of golden spiritual pressure gathered on the tip of the tongue, forming an extremely huge, dazzling, jagged ball of light!

Using blood as the medium, release Wang Xu's flash that is enough to destroy everything!

In his narrow pupils, there was a madness that ordinary people could not understand. A strong aura of despair spread around him until it enveloped the entire city.

Hot and annoying wind.

The blade flowed like magma and fell straight down. An invisible wind suddenly erupted and pressed down towards the front.

Wang Xu's flash was also on the verge of exploding, turning into a terrifying light column with a diameter of tens of meters, passing across the sky at a high speed.

Then, under Nnoitra's horrified gaze, it was completely wiped out by the invisible wind and disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.

The wind of heat and annoyance is invisible, but death follows like a shadow.

Noitra's heart was alert and he started to move at the fastest speed in his life, moving his body immediately.

Then, he just watched helplessly as half of his tall and thin body was wiped out!

The intense pain ravaged his fragile nerves, and his heart-wrenching roar echoed beneath the thick clouds.

“Ahhhhhhh, my body!!”

Without spilling any blood, Nnoitra fell from the sky and slammed heavily into the ruins, creating a huge deep pit with a diameter of several meters.

It spread diagonally downward from the left shoulder to the right knee, along with three arms, all disappeared. On the charred black flesh, blue-purple arcs of electricity kept leaping, suppressing the ability of high-speed regeneration.

Sufeng came to Nnoitra and looked at the figure who was not yet dead with a little surprise.

He is only the fourth of the Ten Espada, yet he was able to withstand a blow from the Heat Wind.

What kind of strength should the Ten Espadas listed as the top three by Aizen demonstrate?

Because of his interference in Hueco Mundo, the number on Nnoitra's tongue was "4", which was noticed as early as when he exploded with the Hollow Flash.

And Nnoitra did live up to this number and demonstrated the corresponding strong strength.

But isn't this apparent strength a bit excessive?

"Damn it, how long are you going to wait?!"

Nnoitra looked at Sufeng unwillingly and let out a crazy roar.

"Don't worry, I'll grant you death now..."

However, before Sufeng could finish his words, a burst of powerful spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from behind him.

hum-

His back sank slightly, as if he was being watched by a demon.

"Calm down, Curse-Eyed Sangha!"

A voice without any emotion came from not far behind him, and an extremely strange figure was suspended in the air.

There were deep lines on the black face, and the lower half of the body was like a pink pumpkin-shaped ball. Including the upper body, dozens of eyes with yellow pupils were staring at Sufeng intently.

A deep purple light bloomed in his pupils, fixed firmly on the figure in front.

As for the figure being stared at, the number "nine" on the captain's haori was covered with a black sun pattern, and it was still wriggling and extending to other places.

"As you said, the captain of the 9th division, Tsunayashiro Sufu, is a very troublesome person."

There was no emotion in his calm tone, "Even in battle, his arrogance was still everywhere."

"Death gods like you shouldn't exist in this world."

Although Sufeng had his back to the other person, he was still able to determine the identity of the person who was speaking.

One of the Ten Espada, Somali Lulu, possesses a powerful ability called "Love".

Once the gaze is fixed on you, the part you are looking at will be at its mercy.

If nothing unexpected happens, all fifty eyes on this guy's body are focused on his body.

"Hurry up, Nnoitra."

There was a hint of effort and dissatisfaction in Zomali's calm tone, "This guy is trying to break free from my 'love'!"

"Don't rush me, you ugly thing!" Golden spiritual pressure burned on Nnoitra's body, dispelling the constantly jumping arcs of electricity and restoring the ability of high-speed regeneration.

Tissue granulation continued to grow and intertwine on the charred surface, and in a moment, a brand new body reappeared in front of Sufeng.

"Go to hell and repent!" Nnoitra raised her arthropod-like arms with a ferocious smile, "Repent for your carelessness!"

As soon as the words fell, his arm fell like a sickle!

puff-

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining Nnoitra's stunned face.

The pain of having his arm severed was not enough to cause the slightest trace of suffering to show on his face.

Zomali's fifty pupils suddenly shrank, and his peripheral vision fell on the front. The Zanpakutō with blue-purple lightning light had already pierced through Nnoitra's chest!

"repent?"

Sufeng's spiritual pressure surged, wind and thunder intertwined, turning into Xunlei Feather Robe, which instantly crushed the black sun pattern on his back.

"When did you get the illusion that I was being controlled?"

The moment the words fell, violent thunder erupted from the blade, instantly sweeping across Noitra's defenseless body.

Starting from the heart, everything turns to ashes!

The fourth of the Ten Espada, Nnoitra Gilgamesh, died!

Thanks to Lin Zhong Derek and 327023 for the reward

Chapter 216: The Return of the Golden Finger, the Belated Reinforcements

Two-stage inversion and then inversion.

The students stared in amazement at what was happening on the battlefield. They could feel the nerves in their brains throbbing and threatening to break at any moment.

Just when everyone thought they were on the verge of death, Captain Sufeng descended on the battlefield like a god and knocked Nnoitra, who had released the Void Flash, away with one hand.

Then the other party pulled out his trump card, unleashing a terrifying spiritual pressure beyond imagination. The entire city was shrouded in this pressure and trembled. The sky and the earth seemed to have completely darkened, and despair struck again.

But Captain Sufeng flipped the table with his backhand, and covered the sky above the city with spiritual pressure that was stronger than that of his opponent. With one powerful blow, he even wiped out most of Nnoitra's body.

I thought I had won and this horrific battle was over.

But who would have thought that the other side actually had another strong man hiding in the dark. The other side controlled Captain Sufeng by sneak attack. Noitra recovered from his injuries and was about to kill Captain Sufeng completely.

However, at the last moment, wind and thunder burst out and surged, instantly crushing the black sun pattern. The Zanpakuto stretched forward, and tremendous and endless power burst out, instantly wiping out Nnoitra with a devastating force.

The overly tense and exciting changes in the battle situation made many students with weaker psychological endurance feel that they could not catch their breath. Their faces turned red and they showed signs of losing consciousness.

"A bunch of trash!"

Abarai Renji, who had crawled out of the ruins at some point, stood in the crowd in a disheveled manner, snorting disdainfully:

"That's not like me at all. I have always had the strongest faith in Lord Sufeng."

The equally embarrassed Hitsugaya Toushirou mercilessly exposed:

"You'd better wipe the cold sweat off your forehead first."

Upon hearing this, Abarai Renji was furious, his face turned the same color as his hair, and he said something like this was sweat caused by battle, and cold sweat didn't count as sweat.

If it weren't for the wrong atmosphere, their performance might have caused a lot of laughter.

But when they realized the strong spiritual pressure that still hung over the city, worry and fear inevitably appeared on everyone's faces.

At this moment, the same question was circling in their minds.

Does the enemy really have no hidden tricks?