Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"Then let's wait and see!"

"Blast everything to pieces, Senggan!"

The black spiritual pressure surged down and turned into a burning cold flame, engulfing the Zanpakutō in Kumen Igetetsu's hand.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and the strange blade in the iron turned into a long, bladeless mace with four distinct edges!

Without any hesitation or delay, the moment he completed the first release, Jiumen Jingyan Tie came to kill with the monk's pole in his hand. The muscles on his thick arms exploded and turned into pieces of iron stone with a metallic color. Scenes appeared on them like little snakes, wriggling and twisting.

"Senggan's ability is very pure, which is to amplify his own power."

"When I was fighting against the Quincies, I crushed to death countless Quincies who were proud of their Static Blood Armor defense!"

The moment the iron mace fell, a huge feeling of power came over him, as if a mountain was falling towards him, and endless pressure fell on his body.

There are no fancy abilities, only endless power!

Under the round glasses, countless bloodshot eyes gushed out of Jiumen Jingyantie's pupils, occupying the entire pupils, and madness emerged from them.

He seemed to see the scene of the younger generation's brain bursting.

Although it is tragic, there is an inexplicable sense of pleasure in it!

Death is not the end, but the beginning of a new journey!

Hell is the final destination of all living beings!

Boom!

A mighty gust of wind rushed down, and the ground cracked into countless hideous cracks. The wind blew in, and the devastating force made the nearby team houses tremble.

White air waves exploded on both sides, collapsing the walls beside the street and attracting the attention of the Death Squad members.

This place is not far from the 9th Squad’s barracks.

When the dust in front of his eyes settled, the madness in Jiu Mian Jing Yan's iron pupils came to an abrupt end, and was replaced by an unconcealable shock.

The imagined scene of brains splattering did not occur.

The Senggan Iron Mace, which he had poured endless power into, was actually held in the hands of a younger generation of the Grim Reaper who looked very "thin".

"How can it be……"

If Sufeng had responded with other means, whether it was Kidō or Zanpakuto, he would not have been surprised at all.

But rather.

The methods used by Sufeng happened to be the area in which Jiumian Jingyantie was most proficient.

strength!

Could it be that someone who came later has surpassed me in the field of power?

Thinking of this possibility, Jiumen Jingyantie's breathing suddenly became a little faster, and his ugly face also became more ferocious.

"It must be a coincidence!"

In a rage, the chains wrapped around his waist suddenly shot out like tentacles and attacked Sufeng directly.

"It really is……"

A trace of disappointment flashed across Su Feng's eyes. "This is an attack method that is simple to a certain extent."

White air waves like steam from a train suddenly exploded from his shoulders, and the majestic ghost spirit pressure raged on his back.

At the moment the chain attack came, Sufeng threw out an ordinary straight punch, which immediately landed on Jiumen Jingyantie's abdomen.

Bang!

In an instant, the sturdy and strong body suddenly hunched down, and the feather robe on his back cracked with a fist-sized hole. The golden teeth instinctively stretched open, and gastric juice mixed with blood spurted out of the blood-red mouth.

The visible sound wave impact spread out instantly, and the black liquid floating around was suddenly pushed into the sky, covering the sky above the street like a dark cloud.

Jiumen Jingyantie's mind went blank immediately, and the severe pain from his abdomen almost devoured all his sanity.

For a thousand years, even in the hell with countless strong people, he has never encountered a being stronger than him.

I thought that this time I could sneak back into Soul Society and kill everyone and experience the thrill of blood again.

I never expected that the first Death Captain I encountered would be so terrifying.

The black chain fell limply, Sufeng hooked his right arm forward, and the burly body on top of his fist immediately flew towards the end of the street, like a falling meteorite, and landed heavily in a building.

Immediately, the walls collapsed, the air raged, smoke and dust rushed into the sky, and the floor of an entire street was completely destroyed.

Looking at the smoke rising into the sky, Sufeng couldn't help but sigh. In his current situation, it was almost impossible for him to have a hearty battle.

Only this kind of flesh-and-flesh fighting can bring back some of the past feelings.

The previous Tianbei embroidery assistance did not satisfy him, but he hoped that this "dead man" who returned from hell could bring him enough surprises.

The soldiers nearby had already gathered and were standing in the distance, looking at the horrific battle that destroyed the entire street in an instant. While their hearts were trembling, their blood was boiling, bringing them unprecedented excitement.

It is rare to see captain-level battles on a normal day, let alone a top captain like Sufeng.

You know, ever since Aizen Sosuke rebelled against Soul Society, there has been a rumor in Soul Society that Tsunayashiro Sufu has replaced the title of the strongest Death God.

The authenticity of this rumor remains to be verified, but the captains have never denied it, which makes the team members more and more convinced.

Especially the Death Squad members of the 9th Squad who are affiliated with Sufeng.

In the ruins, Jiumen Jingyan Tie felt as if he had been violently trampled by countless elephants. Countless bones in his chest were shattered, and the bone fragments were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, cutting off his blood vessels and causing him to endure pain comparable to the punishment of hell.

Rage, unprecedented rage!

Even when he was betrayed by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni and burned himself with Ryujin Jakka, he had never been so angry.

Under the dust, materialized light surged and erupted, and the majestic spiritual pressure was like data layered on top of each other, covering the sky. The entire 9th Division was shrouded in darkness, and a heart-wrenching hoarse roar resounded through the sky:

"Swastika!"

"Gather and knock to pieces to break the great suffering!"

In the courtyard of the First Squad's barracks, Yamamoto Genryusai looked gloomily in the direction of the Ninth Squad's jurisdiction.

Red flames burned on his hands hanging in his sleeves, the surrounding air was distorted, and moisture was evaporating rapidly.

The terrible high temperature continued to spread and cover the entire courtyard.

He was aware of the moment Kumen Igetetsu's spiritual pressure appeared. If he had not chosen to fight Sufeng, he would have rushed to the jurisdiction of the 9th Squad immediately.

"The dead who returned from hell..."

"Can't you rest in peace under my sword, Kumen Jingyantetsu..."

An imperceptible sound rang out in the courtyard, drowning out the soft thud of leaves falling to the ground.

As the strange phenomenon in the sky became more and more eye-catching, the vast spiritual pressure gradually extended from the jurisdiction of the 9th Division to every corner of the Soul Society.

An indescribable feeling of oppression hung over everyone's heart, as if the air was sucked out of them, and even breathing became difficult.

In the 9th Squad's area, countless soldiers stared in shock at the doomsday-like scene that was so close at hand, and they simply could not understand why such a big commotion had occurred.

In their impression, Captain Komamura Sajin's Bankai was already amazing enough, but compared with the strange god of death on the battlefield, it was like a child and an adult.

The gap is so big that it is incomparable!

Amidst the deafening roar and the heavy, dark cloud-like spiritual pressure, countless chains danced madly, as if hanging Kumen Iyotetsu in the sky.

In front of him, as the iron mace was swung, a towering iron mountain that was enough to cover the entire squadron roared over, destroying everything in its path, and everything visible and invisible was annihilated in the dust!

About the information about the first generation of the Thirteenth Team, there are only the character design pictures. Everything in the text is original. As for the inspiration for the Shikai Bankai, it comes from the third hell of the Eight Hot Hells (Senggan, Juke, and Duiya). It is mainly because when the 98 poets designed their Zanpakutō, many of them also referred to Buddhist classics, such as Daigo and Xiaobai, and many more.

This part of the story won't be too long, just a brief transition, the main focus is on the final battle with Aizen

Chapter 282: Hatred that spans a thousand years, the tradition of the th Division

boom--

The terrifying noise was like a meteorite falling, and everyone's eyes were uncontrollably looking up at the sky at the end of the street.

Yamada Hanatarō, who boasted that he had reached the level of captain, silently watched the scene in front of him, suppressing the arrogance that had finally arisen in his heart to the deepest level.

Because of Huwan's existence, he can indeed become stronger and stronger, even comparable to the weakest captain.

But under the crushing of this towering iron mountain, even the gourd balls would be unable to be used and would be directly crushed into meat paste.

Shortly after the battle began, Bambietta stopped describing the beautiful things in the world to Dohane Aura, and the two appeared on the roof of a building in the district, looking at the amazing scene in the distance.

Dao Yugen Aura, who had always been in a calm mood, showed an unexpected emotion when he saw that scene, which had nothing to do with Sufeng's reasons.

It was because the towering iron mountain that supported the dome above and the earth below directly aroused people's instinctive fear of giants. Looking at the spectacular scene from afar, even breathing became increasingly difficult.

In comparison, the body standing on the street seemed as small as an ant. Tieshan only needed to run over it lightly to turn it into a pool of blood!

There is absolutely no comparison between the two.

Under the heavy dark clouds, Jiumian Jingyantie was suspended under the sky by the black chain around his waist, with his gold teeth bared and his expression ferocious and terrifying, like a demon climbing out of hell.

He swung the iron mace in his hand vigorously, making a strong and hoarse overlapping sound:

"Grind it into a paste!"

"When your bones creak and groan under the iron mountain, it will be the most beautiful music in the world!"

"The traitors will follow in your footsteps in the near future!"

The towering Iron Mountain roared towards them, buildings within the area collapsed, the ground collapsed, and the materialized shock wave spread out like concentric circles. Wherever the eye could see, endless smoke and dust rose up, shrouding the area in a black spiritual pressure.

Faced with such a horrific scene, Sufeng still stood there, as if he was frightened.

However, looking at the towering iron mountain rushing towards him, a long-lost interest emerged in his eyes.

"That's what makes sense."

"As the captain of the first Gotei 13, one of the backbones of the original assassin group, and the avenger who returned from hell, how can he live up to his status if he doesn't use some high-end moves?"

"Then I'm going to get serious about it."

Although the words were light, they were carried accurately to Jiumen Jingyantie's ears by the wind. Just when he showed sarcasm on his face and was about to mock Sufeng a few more times.

A violent column of spiritual pressure shot up into the sky, and the squad's area was immediately filled with turbulence. Rumbling sounds echoed across the dome, tearing apart the black spiritual pressure that covered the sky.

The warm sun returned to the Soul Society, covering everyone's body.

In the terrifying spiritual pressure that was as vast as the abyss, Sufeng raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers together, and a blazing light burned violently between his fingers.

Brilliant golden thunder and black and red wind lingered above it, forming materialized lines that distorted the surrounding space.

A huge amount of ghost spiritual pressure exploded from Sufeng's shoulders and back, and scorching thunder and cracks moved all over his body.

The gorgeous two-colored wings of light exploded and turned into intertwined blazing patterns, embellishing the strong and perfect body.

Instant roar, thunder and sky collapse!

hum-

The terrifying spiritual pressure exploded with a loud bang, like a volcano that had been suppressed for countless years. The boiling magma gushed out, destroying all existence in an instant.

The earth, unable to bear the weight of the spiritual pressure, wailed mournfully, and deeper cracks appeared everywhere. The terrifying spiritual pressure that was running rampantly enveloped everyone's heart.

It was not until this moment that the soldiers truly realized how terrifying their captain was.

Under spiritual pressure of this magnitude, even breathing became an extremely luxurious thing, let alone attacking.

If they are like this, what would it feel like for the enemies facing Captain Sufeng directly?

A large amount of blood flowed onto Jiumen Jingyanti's ferocious and rough face, which was filled with bright red, as if he was under unbearable pressure.

Veins bulged on his thick arms, and his fingers gripping the iron mace made a low creaking sound. The chain was taut, emitting countless phosphorous gases to offset the ubiquitous pressure.

As the towering Iron Mountain approached, an extremely huge shadow enveloped Sufeng's body. The colorful light around him seemed extremely small at this moment, like an ant under the feet of a giant.

Looking at the one so close at hand, a ferocious smile appeared on Sufeng's lips. He raised his right arm, and the wings of light exploded behind his shoulder, erupting with endless impact like thrusters.

Under the gazes of countless eyes, the tiny and insignificant fist bone fell on the towering iron mountain.

Instant coax·one bone!

boom--

The ground centered on Sufeng was the first to emit an unbearable explosion sound, and violent winds whistled and rippled, the ground cracked and collapsed, and the impact spread in all directions in a circular shape. Visible ripples covered the entire area!

The wind was raging and howling to the sky.

The soldiers watching at the edge of the battlefield couldn't even stand still and were blown into the air one after another. Those who were quick-eyed and quick-handed grabbed hold of the crumbling buildings next to them and managed to steady themselves.