Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

A deafening explosion sounded, huge ripples appeared in the sky, and dust and smoke swept endlessly.

Then, a corner of Madarame flew out from it and crashed into the Soul Society like a meteorite.

At this moment, glass-colored vines appeared below, instantly weaving a huge net, accurately catching a corner of Madarame that fell from the sky.

"Bloom wildly, glazed peacock."

Ayase Gawa Yumichika held the ordinary hilt of the sword, which was glowing with a glazed color, brilliant and dazzling.

"Thank you very much."

Madarame did a hawk-like flip and stood on the glass-colored peacock woven into a net, and the spiritual pressure burst made it sink:

"These guys are very strong, don't be careless."

Ayasegawa Yumichika warned, "With our strength, we may not be their opponent."

"Try to contain the enemy as much as possible, don't..."

Before he could finish his words, Madarame used the force of the rebound to leap into the sky again like a fired cannonball.

The Longwen Guideng Pill burst into a bright red light, shining in all directions in the sky like a sun.

"Drink, and die!"

Madarame Ikkaku roared excitedly, like a berserker in full swing.

Seeing this, Ayase Gawa Yumichika held his forehead and smiled bitterly, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed.

Although no one knows Madarame's character better than him, it is still a little hard to get used to seeing him fight so recklessly every time.

This is not the time for a one-on-one fight. If those guys outside the city wall attack you together, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die.

"Give me some assistance."

Ayase Gawa Yumichika sighed and waved the glazed peacock. Suddenly, countless glazed vines burst out at terrifying speed and attacked the huge head in the sky.

Different from Madarame's fighting style, Ruri-iro Kōpew is a Kidō-type Zanpakutō. Its destructive power may not be as good as Ryuuga Kizunamaru, but its effect is much stronger.

I saw the vines bending and wrapping around the huge fist at a strange angle, emitting a brilliant glass-colored light.

The jailer's spiritual pressure was fading and weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the speed of his attacks slowed down a lot.

Taking advantage of this gap, Madarame Ikkaku launched an attack even more powerful than before.

The super-large blade tore through the air, and at the extreme speed, it rubbed out hot flames that burned fiercely on it.

"Ghost rush!!"

A deafening roar resounded through the Soul Society Gate, and Madarame laughed wildly as he launched his strongest attack at the Hell Guard!

Just then, another jailer came and attacked. His huge hand was as big as a house and he went straight to grab a corner of the spotted eye in the sky.

"careful!"

Ayasegawa Yumichika had no time to come back for help and could only shout a warning.

However, Madarame chose to ignore the attack. His eyes were red and his fighting spirit was extremely high. The only thing in his eyes was the jailer in front of him.

The huge blade of the Dragon Pattern Ghost Lantern Pill was burning with flames and hit the opponent's fist bone hard.

puff! !

The sound of flesh tearing suddenly rang out, and a sticky black liquid gushed out from it. The corner of Madarame continued to penetrate forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Thick arms, hard bones, and finally the hideous head!

A corner of Madarame, covered in sticky black liquid, burst out of the skull and met the attacking giant hand head-on.

There was no time to resist at all, and the whole person was blown away, falling to the ground like a meteor.

Several buildings collapsed immediately and a deep ditch was plowed out on the ground.

"One corner!"

Ayasegawa Yumichika's eyes widened, and when he was about to provide assistance, the jailers had already begun attacking the walls of Seireitei.

The death of their companions did not stop them, and the incessant rumbling sounds spread throughout the Soul Society like the beating of heavy drums.

In the swirling dust, Ikkaku, covered in blood, staggered to his feet.

Many of his bones were broken, but with the support of his strong will, he was still able to continue fighting.

More importantly, in the previous attack, his Dragon Pattern Ghost Lantern Pill had already been fully charged and filled with energy.

On the huge axe blade, dragon patterns are wandering, and the gold-plated pattern is glowing, extremely bright and dazzling!

"Ha, come on!"

Madarame Ikkaku took off the axe blade, and gripped the hilt tightly with his hands with bulging veins. Strength burst out from his knotted muscles, and scarlet materialized spiritual pressure surged out, and his fighting spirit reached its peak.

The injuries on his body not only did not make him retreat a single step, but instead aroused his ferocity.

"Yumichika, I'm going to kill ten of them this time!"

After throwing down a sentence, Madarame leaped into the sky again, and the axe blade burst into dazzling light!

Ayasegawa Yumichika did not reply, but cooperated with Madarame Ikki's battle with practical actions.

Countless vines covered the sky, and the spiritual pressure previously absorbed became a weapon to attack the enemy. The vines continued to intertwine and turned into another barrier in front of the city wall.

While involving the jailers' actions, it also created the best opportunity for Madarame.

At this moment, the dragon mark of heaven's punishment!

Madarame grinned fiercely and launched the strongest attack of his life!

Boom! !

The huge axe blade fell down, like a volcanic eruption, black liquid burst out, the jailer in the front was instantly annihilated, the ground collapsed in an instant, and the impact spread in all directions in a ripple-like manner.

Just as Madarame Ikkaku said just now, he is going to fight ten of them this time!

The gilded dragon pattern broke away from the axe blade and transformed into the purest destructive energy, instantly engulfing everything within sight!

The spiritual pressure storm swept through, affecting the other jailers and destroying all the vines of the Glazed Peacock.

The jailers regained their mobility.

A huge palm attacked, and a corner of Madarame was knocked away again.

This time, a thick layer of phosphorus gas covered the area, corroding the outer wall at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, Seireitei was completely exposed to the jailers!

Ayase Gawa Yumichika showed anxiety on his face. He captured Madarame Ikkaku's spiritual pressure as quickly as possible and manipulated the vines to pull back his broken body.

A piece of his arm had disappeared, and a large hole appeared in his abdominal cavity, with his wriggling intestines and internal organs clearly visible. The injury was serious enough to warrant a team funeral.

“It’s lost…”

Ayasegawa Yumichika murmured as he looked at the gradually collapsing city wall.

"We can't contend with these guys at all."

However, at this moment, an extremely violent spiritual pressure came from behind the street.

Ayasegawa Yumichika showed a look of joy and turned his head to look behind him. He saw a tall figure rushing towards him at a furious speed in the collapsed ruins, with a huge tail of smoke rising behind him.

Cover the sky.

"Leave the battlefield here to me."

Kenpachi Zaraki held a serrated long sword, and a fierce aura emanated from his face, like a hungry beast that had found its prey, exuding a greedy aura from head to toe.

"You can leave."

Ayase Gawa Yumichika did not refuse, and carried Madarame Ikkaku on his back, admonishing him, "Captain, be careful, these guys are very strong."

Then, without any reluctance, he turned around and headed towards the Fourth Division.

Madarame Ikkaku's injuries are very serious. If he delays any further, he will really die.

Kenpachi Zaraki's face was fierce and ferocious, and his golden spiritual pressure was like a burning flame, lingering around his tall body.

“I smell…”

"This will be a fight that will satisfy your heart's content!"

The moment he finished speaking, he turned into a stream of golden light and rushed straight towards the jailers.

The overwhelming spiritual pressure transformed into a huge and ferocious evil spirit, which appeared above his head and emitted a deafening roar.

this moment.

The battlefield fell silent!

next moment.

The ruins exploded!

…………

Inside the Soul Society, the solid ground cracked into huge cracks one after another, and it was dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.

One after another, huge figures as big as mountains climbed out from it, with high concentrations of phosphorus flowing on their bodies. The terrifying spiritual pressure permeated the Soul Society, constantly destroying the will of the soldiers.

Countless path-breaking attacks fell on them, preventing them from making any further progress.

"Ling Wu, Xiu Baixue!"

In the center of the crowd, a petite figure let out a low roar, and a chilling cold aura surged and froze a jailer in an instant.

"Cimai Bailian!"

As Rukia thrust the blade into the ground, an avalanche of cold air rushed in, covering the entire crack.

Several jailers froze, and the endless cold air completely ended their life signs.

As countless pieces of ice scattered, countless arms climbed up from below, as if there was no limit.

Looking at this despairing scene, Rukia gritted her teeth, pressed one hand on her cheek, and condensed her spiritual pressure into a pure white mask.

The snowflake patterns outlined on it are not only not hideous or ugly at all, but give people a sense of absolute beauty.

"Three Dances: White Sword."

The clear sound was like a spring flowing in the mountains, but it was accompanied by an extreme chill.

All the moisture in the atmosphere was frozen, and a grim ice blade tens of meters long appeared above the crack, reaping the lives of the hell's jailers.

Similar scenes are constantly played out in Soul Society.

This is a real catastrophe!

The captains who are the strongest in Soul Society are facing even more powerful opponents.

Those ones……

The captains who once died!

Chapter 329 Everyone, times have changed!

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was leaning on a cane, looking calmly at the Seireitei that seemed to be in doomsday.

He seemed like a completely different person, and even his spiritual pressure did not erupt.

But if someone stood in front of him, they would be able to see the flames burning in his pupils.

Suzuki Chojiro stood respectfully beside him, his left hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist, his spiritual pressure surging, ready to take action at any time.

"Just be patient, Chojiro."

Yamamoto Genryusai spoke slowly, "This is just an appetizer. Don't let this shake our original purpose."

"The big one hasn't come yet!"

Suzuki Chojiro looked at Yamamoto Genryusai with surprise, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

The two had known each other for two thousand years, but this was the first time he had seen Yamamoto Genryusai so calm.

In Chojiro Sushi's impression, his captain was a little old man with a hot temper, who might draw his sword and fight at any time if the enemy appeared.

Now, those hell guards have appeared in every corner of Soul Society. I didn't expect that Yamamoto Genryusai, the captain-general, could still keep his composure.

As if noticing the surprised look from Chojiro Suzuki, Yamamoto Genryusai lowered his eyes slightly and restrained his aura a little more: