Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

The clear sound of insects resounded, vibrating between Su Feng's eardrums, like a drill bit, forcibly tearing deeper.

The sound waves materialized, like ripples, rippling around Dongxianyao as the center.

In just an instant, Suifeng was completely enveloped.

The spiritual pressure burst out, stirring up the gust of wind, sweeping across the dojo.

The transition from silence to frantic noise was only a split second.

The sudden explanation made the captain of the onlookers look surprised, but at the same time he showed a natural expression.

Although Tōsen's main status is no more than the fifth chief officer, he has also shown amazing talent.

Long before he joined the Gotei Thirteenth Team, he had already mastered the real name of Zanpakutō, and he had shown many initial solutions in battle.

Otherwise, he would not be listed as one of the captain candidates.

Sound waves vibrated, covering Suifeng's entire body.

The spiritual pressure rolled back and roared in all directions.

Facing Qing Chong Yishi full of pressure, Su Feng didn't take it seriously.

If Dongxian Yao had grown up completely, he might still care a little bit.

But the current Dongxian is just a stepping stone for him to step into a higher realm.

"Sixty-three Thunder Roar Cannon."

Su Feng raised his left hand flat, his lips parted slightly, and the spiritual pressure was condensed in the palm.

The bright golden light bloomed in an instant, like a scorching sun.

All the Reaper soldiers watching from a distance stretched out their hands subconsciously to cover them.

Boom!

The violent thunder suppressed the humming insects, and under Su Feng's control, a burst of thunder tore through the air and went straight to Dongxian Yao.

Above the dojo, it is full of dazzling light.

Caught off guard, Dongxian had only time to put Zanpakuto in front of him.

The golden thunder exploded on the blade, knocking it back for more than a few steps.

Seeing this, the expressions of the captains were even more surprised.

"It's really surprising that the broken chant can still have such power."

The astonishment on Lanran's face did not seem to be fake, "Perhaps compared to the Thirteenth Guarding Team, Sufeng Three Seats are more suitable for ghosts and daoists."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Captain Aizen."

At some point, Jingle Shunsui's bamboo hat has moved to the top of the line of sight, and a pair of cynical eyes also stay on the dojo.

"Perhaps, he has even more astonishing accomplishments in other fields."

"Cough, cough cough." Fuzhu Shishilang coughed and responded, "After all, this is the third seat of Sufeng who is known as the genius of death."

The battle in the dojo and the discussions of the subordinates around him did not change the expression of Yamamoto Motoryuzai as the captain.

He silently stared ahead, and no trace of his thoughts could be seen from the depths of Gujing Mubo's eyes.

Maybe for him.

A battle of this level is nothing more than children's play.

After all, he is a being who has experienced many wars and is the strongest Shinigami in the Soul Society.

The light faded.

Sufeng stared ahead, but did not put down his raised left hand.

"The Thirty-ninth Round Gate Fan."

"Thirty-three of the broken way: the blue fire pendant!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and the pale explosive flames roared in the fading light, heading straight towards the wind.

As if he had expected it, Sufeng's spiritual pressure condensed in front of him and turned into a circular shield, which just happened to resist the Canghuo Pendant.

The evenly matched confrontation disappeared in an instant.

However, Tosen Gao took advantage of this situation and approached with Shunpo again, slashing straight down with his Zanpakutō at a weird angle.

Ding!

Gold and iron intertwined, sparks burst out.

The two men once again fought fiercely in close combat.

However.

Compared to Sufeng's relaxed attitude, a layer of fine sweat beads had oozed out from Dongxian Yao's forehead, almost blending into the bone mask.

gap.

A gap that cannot be ignored!

No one can understand the shock and confusion in Dongxian Yao's heart at this time.

Every time I swung the knife, it was as if I was chopping on a heavy mountain.

It is useless not to say.

The force of the counter-shock alone made his arms numb and difficult to control.

Before today, Dongxian Yao had imagined the battle between the two countless times, and even rehearsed the details of the battle countless times in his mind.

But until the real confrontation with the wind.

He just realized how wrong he was.

When, when, when!

The speed of Sufeng's sword swings became more and more astonishing, and various schools of swordsmanship were also used by his men.

Flying Sword Style, Dance of the Three Suns and Moon, Hundred and Eight Worries Wind...

The gorgeous kendo school put a lot of pressure on Dong Xian, and at the same time, his eyes were blown away.

For an ordinary Shinigami, mastering two or three kendo schools is already a big deal.

But looking back at Sufeng, from the beginning of the battle to the present, the kendo style he displayed has never been repeated!

This astonishing attainment of swordsmanship is even higher than that of other captains.

And this leads to.

A certain gentle captain of the fourth division had a moving light in his beautiful eyes.

"It's an exciting battle..."

The slightly low voice was suppressed by the aftermath of the intertwined metal and iron, and did not even attract the attention of others.

Only the captain Genryusai Yamamoto, who had always been silent, subconsciously looked at the gentle woman not far away from him.

No one present knew the captain of the Fourth Division better than him.

As the first generation of Kenpachi, Uzhi Huaretsu once claimed to have mastered all genres in the world.

Now seeing another existence whose kendo attainment is not weaker than her own, how can she not see Lie Xinxi?

In the dojo.

Intricate knife light bursts and interweaves, painting exquisite pictures.

Under Su Feng's oppression, Dongxian retreated again and again, and was completely regarded by him as a training object to refine his own kendo.

He also noticed this when Su Feng's swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.

Thinking of this, Tōsen Kaname couldn't help showing a hint of sullenness on his face.

"If you underestimate others, you will pay a price." A hoarse voice sounded from under the bone mask.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongxian Yao suddenly erupted again.

Like a beam of light, the spiritual pressure soared into the sky, occupying the sky of the dojo.

The majestic force spread above the blade, forcing Su Feng back for a short time, disrupting his kendo rhythm.

"Second Form of Clearing the Insects: Red Migratory Locust!"

Dong Xian raised his arm suddenly, and Zanpakudao slashed down.

In an instant.

Sharp blades swarmed out like a torrential rain, blocking all possible dodge for Su Feng.

Boom! !

The stone slabs shattered, the ground collapsed, and a huge cloud of dust tens of meters high suddenly rose up.

With just this one attack, the entire dojo was completely reduced to ruins.

If it were not blocked by the ghost barrier, it would even affect the Death God soldiers watching the battle.

Dust filled the sky, blocking the sight of onlookers.

Just when they thought Suifeng was in danger, even more terrifying spiritual pressure erupted in the dust.

The roaring light pillar swallowed up all obstructions, revealing the figure inside.

A calm voice came out from the materialized spiritual pressure. Sufeng held his Zanpakutō in one hand and stared calmly ahead.

"That's it, the five seats of Dongxian..."