Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

Hearing the name "Sister Hua", Lu Quba Yunzhai showed a puzzled expression at the right time. With his slightly immature face, he suddenly looked like a fool:

"Sister Hua, who is that?"

"Well, you know him, Unohana Retsu."

Sufeng reminded, "Oh, by the way, her previous name was Unohana Yachiryu."

Hearing this, Lu Quba Yunzhai nodded silently and said:

"Thank you."

Then he turned around and walked away in the direction of the Fourth Division.

The movements are smooth, without any drag.

Su Feng was also a little dumbfounded: "This guy, does he believe everything I say?"

The conversation between the two people without paying attention to others had already made the others who were standing by very angry.

They came back from hell just to take revenge.

Now the enemy is right in front of us, and he is turning a blind eye to us and others.

What a shame!

How ironic is this?

"Tsunayashiro Sufu!"

Suddenly, Tsunayashiro Tokinada roared, completely losing the temperament of a conspirator he had before. His whole body was filled with a sinister aura, as if he was a weirdo.

"Stop pretending there."

"Now you have nowhere to escape, so prepare to accept the most painful death!"

He had previously been skeptical about revenge, but after meeting so many like-minded people, he immediately became full of confidence.

One captain-level Death God might not be able to defeat Su Feng, but two, three, four, or even more than ten captain-level Death Gods? !

Even his former teacher Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni would not dare to underestimate them easily, right?

"Tokinada, long time no see."

Sufeng watched the other person's back as he walked away before he came to his senses and greeted him.

"It seems like you're not doing very well in Hell."

"I have good news for you. I am now the twenty-third head of the Tsunayashiro family."

Tsunayashiro Tokinada's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his expression immediately became distorted:

"so what?"

"Today, you will die!"

As he spoke, he waved his arm and shouted, "The enemy is right in front of us, what are you waiting for?"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly surged up, and a huge column of light shot straight into the sky, mixed with the dark and deep phosphorous gas, as if the whole world was plunging into doomsday.

A huge and heavy spiritual pressure came over and enveloped the entire area.

The wind howled and swept, the ground cracked and collapsed, and hideous bone claws climbed out from the darkness, emitting an extreme breath of despair to the outside world.

Not just the dead, but also the jailers of Hell.

The Grim Reapers below the rank of deputy captain could not even approach their battlefield and could only watch from afar, waiting for the outcome of the battle.

The dead who have been strengthened by Hell possess power several times greater than when they were alive!

The team members looked at the area where Sufeng was, with despair on their faces. With such terrible spiritual pressure, could Captain Sufeng really be their opponent?

Looking at the enemy in front of him, Su Feng showed a gentle smile, and his calm voice rang out on the battlefield, reaching everyone's ears clearly:

"Having the guts to come back and continue to challenge me is a big deal."

"But this is the only thing you deserve to be praised for..."

Chapter 330: Second Battalion Commander's Italian Artillery

There is no doubt that Sufeng's words once again hit their sensitive and fragile nerves.

Among them, the mental abilities of the six rebel leaders were the worst.

As members who once hated Soul Society and are now members of the Gotei 13, they not only want revenge on Sufeng, but also want to completely destroy this world!

They are all captains of the Grim Reaper team, so why did they fall into hell while these people who are not as good as them live a comfortable life?

Does this world favor the weak? !

They could not accept this outcome, nor could they see Soul Society developing better without them.

If they don't destroy Soul Society, wouldn't that prove that they are inferior to the current group of captains?

"Bankai: Golden Divine Treasure!"

At the moment when everyone's spiritual pressure exploded, someone couldn't help but take the first step.

In Masato Takeshita's opinion, he was already a dead man, and the worst that could happen was that he would die again after failing.

Moreover, after falling into hell, his spiritual pressure, physique and even soul were strengthened to a considerable extent.

He is just a junior. Can the improvement he has made over the past few decades compare to the gift from the will of hell?

As his words fell, countless dazzling golden halos appeared behind Takeshita Masato.

The vast spiritual pressure made people's breath hold, and countless blades of various types slowly emerged in the aperture. His fierce momentum immediately made him the most dazzling focus in the whole venue.

The others paused, then stepped back calmly, leaving the stage to Takeshita Masato.

Although everyone has the same goal, it would be best if they could kill their enemy Su Feng at the lowest cost.

Now that decades have passed, it is not clear how much Sufeng has improved his strength, or whether he has the cards to reverse the situation.

Since someone is willing to take the lead, others will not compete with him for this opportunity.

Noticing this, Sufeng sighed softly.

I had been expecting all of them to rush over, but I didn't expect that this was the only one without a brain.

"Welcome to death, little devil."

Masato Takeshita waved his hand, and countless blades shot out from the circle of light and went straight towards Sufeng.

There were bursts of sonic booms in the air, and strong winds whistled past, raising huge clouds of dust and ashes.

Between the sky and the sun, a violent attack surged down.

Immediately, under the gazes of dozens of people, the indestructible blade accurately hit Sufeng in front of him.

Squeak, squeak, squeak——

A teeth-grinding pulling sound suddenly rang out, and countless scratches visible to the naked eye appeared out of thin air.

The previously clearly visible trace of wind suddenly became blurry.

It's like a scratched glass, unable to show the scene behind the glass at all.

“It’s commendable.”

Su Feng nodded with satisfaction, "It's amazing that my Duan Kong was destroyed to this extent."

"Uh, what's your name?"

"Forget it, it's not important."

"Anyway, in the field of dermabrasion, I would like to call you the best!"

Masato Takeshita's pupils suddenly shrank and he could hardly believe his eyes.

He would rather believe that the other party used his illusion ability than to believe that his attack was ineffective.

Even the 81st Binding Technique, which completely destroyed the chant, could not be broken.

What’s even more hurtful is that this damned brat didn’t even remember his own name.

"Tsunayashiro Sufu, you deserve to die!"

Takeshita Masato was furious, "Chopping you into pieces is not enough, I must grind you into pulp and eat you!"

A tremendous spiritual pressure burst out, and a huge column of light shot straight into the sky, completely illuminating the squad's area.

Under normal circumstances, this level of spiritual pressure would have attracted the attention of other captains.

But now almost every captain is dealing with his own enemies, and most of them don’t even have time to take care of themselves, let alone pay attention to others.

Of course, there are exceptions.

For example, Kyoraku Shunsui chopped his opponent away with a single blow, then straightened his straw raincoat with his backhand and looked in surprise in the direction of the battlefield where Sufeng was:

"Is this spiritual pressure from the previous generation's captain of the 8th Division, Takeshita Masato?"

"I didn't expect that he would go to look for that kid Sufeng."

"It seems that we must hurry up."

As he spoke, white bones emerged from his chin, gradually condensing into a bone mask filled with a terrifying aura.

Instantly, Kyoraku Shunsui's spiritual pressure surged, and his aura was majestic:

"Come on, Senior Minagawa Mamoru, it's time for our fight to end."

The bearded old man opposite was holding a sword in his hand, and black lines appeared around it, as if they could cut through space.

"Void?"

"Is that Yamamoto guy really that open-minded?"

"It is incredible that the Mao 46th Office has not issued an arrest warrant for you."

Kyoraku Shunsui crossed his two swords, and then they fell to the sides of his body. A dull demonic voice slowly sounded:

"Senior Minakawa, times have changed..."

After hearing this, Minakawa Makoto was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Xiao Chunshui, even if times have changed, you still have to learn to respect your elders!"

"Have you forgotten my Zanpakutō's abilities?"

"Destroying other people's Zanpakutō is what I'm best at!"

Kyoraku Shunsui glanced sideways and saw that there were already several tiny cracks on the blade of Huatian Kuanggu.

And he had only collided with the opponent a few times.

If the situation continues like this, Hua Tiankuang's bones will eventually break completely.

"It's okay. I've found your weakness, Minakawa."

Kyoraku Shunsui adjusted his straw raincoat and whispered, "Black..."

The moment he finished speaking, he had disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, Hanaten Kyoukotsu fell on the numbers on the haori behind Minakawa Masaru in a staggered manner.

"Goodbye, Minakawa..."

The bearded old man's pupils suddenly shrank, his old body instantly tensed up, and his expression was extremely shocked.

…………

Masato Takeshita burned himself, bursting out with extreme spiritual pressure, completely lighting up the sky.

In the dark and thick phosphorous atmosphere of Seireitei, it seemed as if a bright sun rose.

Countless circles of light behind him merged into one another, forming a huge halo that floated above the sky.

Then, under Sufeng's astonished gaze.

A cannon poked its head out from it, the metallic luster reflected on the barrel, and a hot breath slowly emanated from the muzzle.

"The Second Battalion Commander's Italian Cannon?!"

Sufeng was completely shocked and could not understand Takeshita Masato's Bankai ability at all.

Although Soul Society has begun to connect with the real world due to the existence of Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Kisuke Urahara, isn't it a bit excessive for you to jump from the era of cold weapons to the era of hot weapons all at once?

At this moment, Sufeng suddenly remembered Lijie Barrow of the God's Guard and the Bankai ability of Zaraki Fuuya.

The former took out a sniper rifle, a spiritual weapon, and the latter was able to fuse spiritual particles with helicopters and even military bases in the real world.