Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

But he could never have imagined that Shandingsi Youpin took advantage of the sneak attack and unleashed her strongest fighting skills. Even Sufeng's attention was attracted by other people and he didn't notice Shandingsi Youpin's intention at all.

But even so, it was still blown up by a punch.

Literally a one-punch blast!

Because of her round and huge body, blood mist filled the sky after the death of Akihime in Zenjoji Temple, floating above the ruins.

Everywhere the eyes looked was bright blood red.

"torch!"

boom! !

The extremely hot flames exploded upwards, transforming into a huge tornado of flames that roared through the ruins, instantly engulfing the figure of Weihua Danerlang.

The dazzling light immediately dispersed the blood mist in the sky.

The scorching heat permeated the battlefield, evaporating the moisture in the atmosphere.

"How dare you be distracted while fighting with me?"

Yamamoto Genryusai was the first to recover from his shock.

Without hesitation, he immediately unleashed one of the strongest moves in his current state.

Yamamoto Genryusai had no intention of holding back when dealing with these old subordinates of his.

Since you are already dead, don't interfere in the world of the living.

Not to mention that he showed up with the intention of destroying Soul Society. Since he is an invader, he must pay the heaviest price for his actions!

The screams were heard in the blazing tornado. Even on the battlefield miles away, the pain contained in the screams could be heard.

Obana Danjiro exploded with spiritual pressure, waving his Zanpakutō like a madman, splitting the torches that were enveloping him.

When he appeared in front of everyone again, his body was covered with burn marks, and even his death suit and sleeveless captain's haori became tattered and extremely ugly.

"Yamamoto Shigekuni, you bastard, you actually attacked me by surprise?!"

Obana Danjiro seemed to be meeting Yamamoto Genryusai for the first time. His eyes widened and he roared at the top of his lungs.

His exposed flesh was curled up, covered in a charred black color, emitting a sizzling sound, and there was even a smell of burnt meat that continued to spread.

However, Yamamoto Genryusai had no intention of talking to him. Instead, he frowned and stared at the wounds on his body that were healing.

"This……"

He looked hesitant and looked towards Sufeng not far away.

His own traitor crossed his hands in front of him, nodded calmly, and explained: "They are already dead, so there is no real death."

"That is to say, they have the same super-fast regeneration as the Hollows."

"What's even worse is that even if it is blasted into ashes, it will be resurrected again."

"Just like this concubine from Zenjoji Temple."

Yamamoto Genryusai's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the blood mist behind Sufeng condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If the situation continues like this, it won't be a few minutes before Zenjoji Arihime will reappear on the battlefield.

"But don't worry too much."

Su Feng reminded, "After they are resurrected, they will need some time to recover their strength. And according to Kurotsuchi Mayuri's calculations, they only need to perform another soul burial ceremony to send them back to hell."

"Besides, after falling into hell for the second time, it won't be so easy to get out again."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the remaining four first-generation captains suddenly changed, and they immediately burst out with extremely terrifying spiritual pressure. Black lines continued to cover their bodies, and even the chains wrapped around them danced like crazy.

No one wants to be imprisoned in that desolate hell again.

Although my current state is between life and death, it is better than falling into hell.

"Swastika!"

Obana Danjiro holds up his Zanpakutō high, like a priest performing a sacrificial ceremony, his expression solemn and sacred, and the blue arm guard on his right arm emits a dazzling light.

"Mirage!"

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There was a sound of a balloon being deflated, and a large amount of fog instantly filled the battlefield.

Under Sufeng's unexpected gaze, the water mist continued to condense and turned into one tail flower bomb after another.

"What kind of ability is this?"

"Another illusion-type Zanpakutō?"

He suddenly realized that from Mako Hirako to Aizen, and then to the first captain Danjiro Obana, it seemed that illusion-type Zanpakuto had become a tradition of the Fifth Division.

"It's not just a simple illusion. Mirage's ability is to condense the mist filled with spiritual pressure into a being that looks exactly like itself."

On the ruins, dozens of tail flower dan'erlang spoke at the same time, forming an overlapping echo. The scene looked very magical:

"In other words, every figure is equivalent to my existence."

"Perhaps your strength is far ahead of ours, but your spiritual pressure will eventually run out."

"I guess killing a captain isn't an easy task for you, right?"

Su Feng raised his eyebrows, looking slightly surprised.

"I will not show mercy."

Obana Danjiro raised his Zanpakutō, and immediately several figures rushed towards Sufeng head-on.

Seeing this, Yan Yuanjinle, who was wearing glasses, nodded and said seriously:

"It should have been so long ago."

"Yamamoto Shigekuni no longer cares about the past relationship, so what are we still hesitating about?"

As he spoke, he swung his Zanpakutō, and his spiritual pressure surged out like a flood that broke through a dam, instantly dispersing the water mist and blood mist that lingered around him:

"Swastika!"

"The sufferings of the killing karma are endless!"

The sinners in the Hell of Suffering have malicious intentions towards each other. When they meet, it is like a hunter meeting a deer. They will be slapped, torn, and cut with their iron claws until they die. But if a cool breeze blows on them, they will come back to life in a moment.

The original Zanpakuto bent in the dim light and turned into two iron claws worn on Yan Yuan Jinle's hands, looking ferocious and terrifying.

The usually gentle middle-aged man now looked a bit like he was possessed by Freddy, enough to stop a child from crying at night.

"Tsunayashiro Sufu, I won't casually reveal my Bankai abilities like some idiot."

Yan Yuanjin smiled sinisterly, his overall temperament lowered several degrees again, "Just wait for death in pain!"

"No one knows the power of the Suffering of the Living, not even Yamamoto Shigekuni!"

He spread out his five fingers and suddenly reached forward.

At this moment, Sufeng clearly felt a strange force, or rule, acting on his body, as if an invisible hand was grasping his internal organs.

"Is that all the strength?"

Su Feng frowned slightly, showing some dissatisfaction.

Even though he admired these first-generation captains, their performance really made him lose the will to fight.

The huge difference in spiritual pressure made Yan Yuan Jinle's Zanpakuto ability have little effect on Sufeng.

This is like Kyoraku Shunsui pulling Sufeng into the range of Bankai in Kuromatsu's heart, and then starting a two-act adult drama performance.

In the end, he will be the only one to die.

At that moment, Ohana Danjiro also came over with great momentum, his spiritual pressure surging violently.

Either sword pressure, or slashing, or breaking the path, or fighting, or sneak attack...

The chaotic attacks came at a perfect time, forming a combined attack and turning into a net that drags people down and blocks any possibility for Sufeng to dodge.

Just as Ohana Danjiro said, each of these mirage clones made of water mist has the strength equivalent to that of a captain.

Although they lack any killer weapons, their numbers alone are enough to crush the enemies.

Nigushi Saizo and Executioner Taketsuna were also not idle. They were about to activate their Bankai and then join forces to strangle Sufeng.

"If you activate your Bankai."

Yamamoto Genryusai's deep voice sounded across from the two of them, "Then I will not hold back any more."

"The Blazing Sword is a thing of the past. My current Bankai is named—"

"The residual fire sword..."

Just by hearing the name, Ni Gu Cai Zang and Xing Jian Nai Wu Gang suddenly felt a sense of scorching heat, as if the temperature around them had risen again.

The two looked at each other and temporarily put aside the idea of ​​Bankai.

No one knew better than them how terrifying Yamamoto Shigekuni was. At that time, the figure surrounded by blazing flames was like a demon walking out of the deepest part of hell.

With the strength of two people, they might be able to barely hold the other side back.

In this way, all hopes are placed on Weihua Danerlang and Yanyuan Jinle.

Hopefully these two guys won't disappoint...

boom! !

A huge tornado of fire rose from the ground and rushed straight into the sky, burning all the phosphorus and making the sky clear again.

The blue sky was reflected in everyone's pupils, highlighting their clown appearance.

"torch……"

Su Feng stood with a knife in his hand, his body wrapped in burning flames. His ferocious smile caught the sight of the first generation captains, causing them to tremble immediately.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago.

The day when Shigekuni Yamamoto faced off against Yuhabach!

It was the same body surrounded by flames, the same terrifyingly high temperature that was enough to evaporate water, and the same extreme flame that would burn everything around it to ashes!

The two figures kept overlapping in the hazy vision until...

"Chengguo Yanshang!"

Su Feng held the Yanluo Mirror in his hand and slashed straight forward. The scorching heat rushed over and turned into endless flames, completely crushing the clones of Weihua Dan'erlang!

In just a moment, dozens of bodies turned into mist and burned, leaving no trace behind.

“It works surprisingly well.”

Sufeng weighed the Zanpakuto in his hand and said with satisfaction.

As a disciple of Genryu, Yamamoto Genryusai had shown him the various uses of Ryujin Jakka more than once.

In addition to roasting sweet potatoes and boiling tea to remove moisture, Sufeng had already memorized the first moves such as Castle Flame, Pine Torches, and Blazing Hell.

Compared to Hitsugaya Toshiro's Hyorinmaru, it is obvious that Sufeng is more proficient in the use of Ryujin Jakka.

The first generation captains looked incredulous with their pupils shrinking as they stared at the tornado of fire that was rising into the sky.

The scorching heat even singed their hair, and the burning pain on their skin and flesh was a sign of things to come.

This is not an illusion, but the real Ryujin Jakka Matsushima!

Seeing this scene, Yamamoto Genryusai's eyes twitched even more violently.

The flowing blade is like fire, the pines are bright, the city walls are in flames...

Is it the Zanpakutō of the Tsunayashiro family, Kagami no Kagami, that can copy the Shikai of other Zanpakutō?

He had heard Sufeng mention the matter of Yanluo Jingdian, and he said frankly that the side effect of reducing one's own soul had been completely solved.

The only drawback is that it cannot imitate the Bankai of other Zanpakutō.

but.

Why is the power of the torches fired by this traitor using Ryujin Jakka more than twice that of mine?

Even the most basic temperature is much higher? !

This time, even Yamamoto Genryusai felt that Sufeng had gone a little too far.

"It would be nice if I could imitate Bankai as well."