Hundred years ago, Ji Xing wanted to learn the swordsmanship and fighting skills of Captain Yamamoto, the strongest Shinigami in millennia. Unlike other Shinigami who were afraid of the captain's majesty, they always shamelessly asked for advice.
As time went by, the old man gradually regarded Ji Xing as a half-disciple, and even a closed disciple of the successor of the mantle. Therefore, nine hundred years after the death of Yono Mashi, he used the **** to fuse Aizen with the half-finished Honyu. They were all chopped down.
But Ji Xing never thought that relying on this half-master-disciple relationship, he could make the tough captain relent and ignore what he did a hundred years ago.
Still, the dead who died with Nono is a genius that the Captain of the Captain.
The captain standing opposite Ji Xing expressed his attitude clearly.
Terrifying spiritual pressure once again enveloped the entire Seireitei. Compared with Tsunayashiro Chishin who imitated Ji Hoshi's burning soul, the amount of spiritual pressure was not as high as that of Tsunayashiro, but this spiritual pressure was deep and restrained, and the quality was several times higher!
This strong old man seems to have become a collection of spiritual pressure. His long beard is swaying without wind, and his face is shrouded in a thin darkness!
Separated by a wall, the girls of Division 4 only felt that a certain monster that was about to choose and devour people appeared behind the wall. An indescribable terror made their bodies weak, and their two bodies trembled. If they had the courage to poke their heads out, He glanced around, but was stopped by a soft voice.
"No. The captain is in this state, even if the vice-captains look directly at him, he may go into shock."
"how come…?"
“I’ve never seen anything like this...”
“Sir Captain…”
Unohana Retsu's appearance as a big sister always makes the team members feel reassured and convinced. Only Yaqianliu was left pacing anxiously: "Oh no, no, no, Xiaokenjian's Onono was still taken away."
Kenpachi, who was far away near the passage of Mao's underground prison, had already frowned, looked up at the spiritual pressure in the sky, and made a low sound in displeasure.
"This is...the commander-in-chief's..." The young Hitsugaya Toshiro once again felt the difference in power: "This is the first time I have seen it."
"We don't see it that often." Ukitake Jushiro said solemnly: "The last time such a large amount of spiritual pressure was released was a hundred years ago, even in the battle with the Quincy..."
"This shows that Old Man Shan is still Old Man Shan after all, and his attitude towards Ye Sang is much more determined than we expected." Jingraku Shunsui shook his head: "If we want to intercede with Ye Sang, we may have to face it. The same reiatsu.”
"Not necessarily." Hirako Mako smiled evilly: "Is it possible that even the captain can't deal with him without using all his strength?"
Several people fell silent.
“The strongest Shinigami in the millennium and the number one genius in the millennium.” Feeling another wave of spiritual pressure rising without giving up any trace, Jingraku Shunshui solemnly said: “Guys, we have to go and take a look.”
…
The Seireitei is very noisy today.
When the two spiritual pressures intertwined, countless Shinigami fell into confusion and panic.
Outside the Fourth Division’s building, the captain’s spiritual pressure became more restrained. He looked at Ji Xing with fire in his eyes: “Kid, you’ve made some progress!”
“It’s a coincidence. Without the blessing of the power of the Perfection Technique, I can only have one-third of my current spiritual pressure. It’s still in the development stage, which is far from it.”
“Heh.” The captain chuckled: “We have indeed made progress, and we are not the little brat who was so complacent just because he cut off two of my beards!”
Ji Xing smiled: "I'm going to cut it all off today, so don't feel bad about it."
“Hmph, it seems I want to take back what I said before, the kid is still as arrogant as ever!”
咚—
The crutch in his hand did not hit the ground, but when the spiritual pressure gathered, there was a muffled sound that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. The crutch disappeared as if it was incinerated by flames, revealing the tachi in the center.
The dark purple handle had deep lines. When the captain grasped it with his backhand, it was as if the process of unsheathing the knife and swinging it were wiped out. With a single slash that exceeded the limit of ordinary people's reactions, the sharp blade was sent to Ji Xing's neck. Ahead!
唰—
The blade passed through the air, and the afterimage of Ji Xing who was hit faded. In the next moment, Ji Xing had appeared a hundred meters away, but his movements did not stop. He tapped his toes again, and he was another hundred meters away.
In just one second or so, Ji Xing left five or six afterimages in the air at the same time, and escaped hundreds of meters in a blink of an eye. After training in the Hokage Shunshi, Pirate Shave, etc., Ji Xing's Shunbu has far exceeded a hundred years. At the same level as before, Shungami Yoruichi was always caught by him in the chase game under the Urahara store!
Tsunayoshi Tomobubu, who had the kind of substantial spiritual pressure he had before, was unable to keep up with Ji Xing's Shunpo speed just because of this basic gap, and was chopped into pieces by Ji Xing in an instant.
But the captain is different. As the strongest **** of death in a thousand years, he has no shortcomings!
The strong old man who had swung the blow faded away and disappeared, leaving only the feathered cloth that symbolized the captain falling to the ground. He, wearing only the death tyrant uniform, also appeared in the next moment, and he could almost be said to be stepping on it. Ji Xing’s heels are chasing.
Non-captain-level Shinigami might not even be able to feel their passing. In just one minute, they crossed half of the Seireitei, broke through the soul-shielding membrane one after another, and arrived at the Higashi Rukongai. Area, came to a dry, dilapidated, lifeless wilderness!
This is the battlefield a hundred years ago. The fierce battle between the three men and the **** attack by the captain left indelible scars.
Has once again been chosen as the battlefield by Ji Xing!
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Standing on this dry land, Ji Xing stopped in an instant, turned around and slashed, and the Zanpakutō collided with the captain's Ryuken Wakahu for the first time!
The collision of swords made a sharp sound. Ji Xing slashed horizontally, and the captain raised his head. After a brief silence after the collision, the ground tens of meters below the two of them rumbled and sank!
Then a tongue of flames flew from the blade like a fire and bit at Ji Xing. The oldest and most powerful fire-type Zanpakutō paired with the most powerful Shinigami complemented each other.
The wisps of flames instantly turned into a tornado of flames. High temperatures exceeding 6,000 degrees surrounded Ji Xing's body and squeezed inward. It seemed that it would not stop until the opponent was reduced to ashes.
At this moment, Ji Xing flipped his wrist, and a green barrier-like halo expanded along his blade, enveloped his body, and vibrated outward!
The flame tornado was torn apart by it, turning into dots of flames flying in all directions. The captain in front of him also slid back a few steps. His dark red pupils stared at the barrier that cracked and shattered after tearing apart his flames, and Ji Xing. In hand... a green knife!
"It's not the element system, it's still the rule system." Ji Xing's voice sounded at the same time: "The current ability of this sword is a bit complicated, but it is in the same line as the ability to 'dye' people black in the past. It can be regarded as a force. Belongs to the power of 'pollution'.
But as my soul became more colorful and more powerful, it went from being able to simply pollute people, to being able to contaminate all the reiatsu reikos I could control, to being able to be simply dyed black. , can be dyed into a variety of colors.
The power of color can be defined by yourself, but it cannot go beyond common sense or be too special. For example, green, I have just defined it as the power of protection and healing. The spirits I can mobilize will come to protect me, but if I want to use green Defined as flame, it cannot be done, even if green fire does exist under certain circumstances. "
“The first explanation is like this: Black and white rotate, my eyes are fascinated by hundreds of flowers, be colorful, Ji Xing!”
Hum—! An invisible sharp cry burst out from the Zanpakutō, and the powerful and condensed spiritual pressure instantly cracked the ground under Ji Xing's feet, and then gathered on the Zanpakutō held in both hands.
The strange stream of light rolls on the blade, and finally converges into a special black, as if it can reflect the colorful black of hundreds of colors at any time!
The tip of the knife pointed at the ground, and a long-lost feeling enveloped Captain Yamamoto. He stared at Ji Xing quietly for a few seconds, hummed with relief and regret, and then switched to holding the knife with both hands!
“Everything in the world will return to ashes. The blade will flow like fire!” He also formally recited the opening words and completely released the sword, and a pillar of scorching fire rose into the sky!
In the distance, Jing Le Shunshui and others who had just arrived a few miles away felt a dark cloud pressing down on their hearts and briefly lost the ability to breathe. The next moment, their expressions changed and they said: "No! We are still too close!"
Clang—The next moment, the two completely new Zanpakutō collided for the first time, and a surging bombardment instantly swallowed them up. !
When the captains got away in embarrassment and rushed out to look, the corners of Mako Hirako's eyes trembled slightly and said: "Hey, are the number of monsters in Death really going to increase from one to two?"
Ji Xing and the captain saw their blades colliding with each other. Both seemed to be intact, but behind Ji Covered battlefield!
The four arms that were holding the swords were trembling faintly, and they were obviously wrestling. The bite of spiritual pressure caused the ground under their feet to explode again, and the cracked land quickly spread into a vast collapse. !
The captain likes to exercise very much. When the collision of spiritual pressure cannot decide the outcome, his strong muscles come in handy. He has already tied the Death Armor around his waist, revealing the muscles on his body full of scars, showing his strong strength. Ji Xing was pushed backwards.
After Ji Xing twisted around and used all his strength to dodge, the flames accumulated on the knife rumbled and created a pit like an abyss on the ground. The force sputtered out and bit into Ji Xing. After Ji Xing dodged, there was also a streak on the knife he cut with his backhand. The blue crescent moon brushed past the captain's beard after side-stepping, and rose diagonally towards the starry sky!
Each of them missed a single hit. They both stepped away from each other, their eyes intertwined. The captain raised his arms and slashed again.
“Song Ming-Cheng Guo Yan Shang!”
The sea of fire turned into a gigantic palm, spreading boundlessly towards Ji Xing. Ji Xing held the knife in both hands and pointed at the sky. When he was caught by the fire palm, a blue light was faintly reflected on the black blade.
“Water breaks – crescent moon clashes with the sky!”
Shuashuashua—A dozen crescent-shaped water blades broke through the barrier of the sea of fire and rushed towards the captain!
The slashes made of water seemed light and harmless, but the extremely high concentration of spiritual pressure on them made the captain prepare for it. He held the swords in both hands and slashed one by one. The crescent moon water blade did not break, but was just bounced away. , booming into the distance, even able to penetrate a dirt bag across a thousand meters!
Until the last five consecutive water blades, the captain turned back and engulfed them with fire.
At the same time, Ji Xing, who was caught by the captain's flaming palm first, appeared behind the captain with a slightly damaged Death Tyrant costume, jumped up high, and landed with a leaping slash!
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The captain who smashed the water blade with a counter-whisk had already turned around and the remaining tongues of fire even set Ji Xing's eyebrows, making Ji Xing's eyes glow red.
In this situation, his condensed spiritual pressure suddenly exploded while he was in the air with a leaping slash!
“Thunder strikes!”
Stab it—Thunder is rushing!
Boom! Purple thunder and lightning fell from the sky in an instant, turning into a thunder pillar and tearing apart the captain's spiritual pressure protection and engulfing him. It penetrated the earth and penetrated the starry sky. It was as powerful as a god. The strong old man was struck by the wanton thunder. His body was twitching uncontrollably, but a hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The right hand of the knife-wielding hands pushed upwards, clasping Ji Xing's wrist, and powerful spiritual pressure surged! "Broken Dao No. 96 - Cremation with one sword!"
Boom—
The towering 100-meter red blade swallowed up Ji Xing in an instant, tore apart the green protective power in just a few seconds, and caused burning wounds to Ji Xing!
The captain seemed to have overcome the paralysis and pain caused by the thunder in this short second. His body smelled of burning, his beard became messy, but the sword he slashed horizontally was as powerful and accurate as ever!
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Ji Xing, who was suffering from the flames, held the knife away in front of his waist, causing the captain to narrow his eyes and look at Ji Xing opposite him.
Ji Xing smiled, trying to find offensive opportunities between injuries through habitual tolerance to injuries. But that doesn’t work. I am also a player who has experienced hundreds of battles, captain!
One of his hands suddenly moved away from the handle of the knife and pointed it towards the captain, focusing his spirit! "The Ninety-Seven-Hundred and Eighty-Leight Thunder Storm of the Broken Path!"
Boom—!
Like a railgun, the direction in which his hand was raised was instantly engulfed by a storm like an electromagnetic railgun, tearing open an abyss that spread five kilometers!
The captain had been warned and evacuated first, but he was only slightly scratched, and his left arm was also opened with a trace of bright red flesh!
Looking calmly at Ji Xing, who was also slightly embarrassed after being stabbed in the middle and cremated, the two of them resumed their posture of holding knives facing each other.
“Hmph, kid…”
As if panting, as if organizing the next round of attack, they paused in tacit agreement for five seconds, and the blades collided again!
Brush, peel, cut, chop…
The swords collided with each other in various ways, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, which were then either torn apart by flames or engulfed by thunder!
The captain showed off the power of the strongest Shinigami for thousands of years, and Ji Xing fully utilized the swordsmanship accumulated from two invasions of multiple worlds between Shinigami.
The captain's sword moves that were difficult to resist a hundred years ago have become no longer mysterious. This is a battle that anyone who watches it must say is evenly matched!
The only ones injured were this land that had been a battlefield a hundred years ago, and...
The mind of the beholder.
And Captain Yamamoto’s beard!
When they collided and separated again, Captain Yamamoto looked at the knife mark on Ji Xing's body that had been evaporated by the flames and the blood was dried up by the flames. He didn't feel that he had the upper hand and stroked the missing quarter of his beard, and shouted angrily:
“Little devil! Attack me elsewhere!”
Hardly slept last night, barely surviving for 4k.