Boom! !
The deafening roar echoed in the desolate land, and even formed ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.
"Thirty-nine of the Binding Dao: Round Gate Fan!"
Ise Nanao stood beside Sufeng and quickly released No. 39 Binding Road, blocking all the surging aftermath.
On the other hand, the members of the nobles were caught off guard and flew out one by one. They fell from the air like dumplings from a pot and made big holes one after another.
The terrifying explosion formed a sky-high fire, illuminating the entire desolate land and swallowing up even the thick clouds in the sky.
This attack by Ukitake Jushiro can be said to have unleashed all of his current spiritual pressure.
When the fire light dissipated, the stirring dust swept across the battlefield, giving people a sense of grandeur as if it blocked the sky and the sun.
Suifeng stepped into it, and the wind on the battlefield suddenly turned in reverse, stirring up the dust and moving away, revealing the post-war scene.
Ukitake Jushiro's face was as golden as paper, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He knelt weakly on the ground, with Pisces and Carp stuck on the ground to support his sick body.
His captain, Yu Zhi, was also stained with blood stains like plum blossoms, dotted with stars, and extremely messy.
On the other hand, the black shadow on the opposite side is still the same black shadow, but it is slightly darker in color.
Countless eyes are still entrenched on its skin and the sacrifice of Haori, and most of them have been closed.
Judging from the spiritual pressure, although he is not dead, he is not much better than Ukitake Jushiro, and may even no longer have the strength to fight.
Seeing him like this, Su Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
After finally going out on a mission, if he was killed by Ukitake Jushiro just like that, wouldn't he lose a lot of blood?
Until now, the Sichuan family's mission rewards have not yet come to fruition.
There is a high probability that the mission will be completely completed only after their trial is issued.
But this is just a guess on his part.
This is Sufeng’s groping attempt at self-discipline tasks.
When this mission is over and you return to the team building, you should know the result.
"Cough, cough!"
Ukitake Jushiro coughed violently, and his originally pale face became even more colorless.
"Su, Captain Sufeng, I don't have the strength to fight anymore."
"My brother, I leave it to you to deal with him..."
Under the full explosion, the spiritual pressure deficit coupled with the physical loss, the double blow caused Ukitake Jushiro to be extremely weak now.
Although there is still the trump card of Kamikake, Ukitake Jushiro will never use it until the last moment.
As a disciple of Yamamoto Genryusai, he perfectly upheld his will and vowed to protect Soul Society with everything he had.
Unless someone threatens Soul Society, Ukitake Jushiro may not release this power until his death.
"Although it's a little uncomfortable."
Sufeng stood beside Ukitake Jushiro, looking straight ahead and landing on the black shadow.
"But who makes it my duty to do this?"
He raised his right hand, and a faint light of spiritual pressure bloomed in the palm: "Seventy-three of the Broken Paths·Double Lotus Blue Fire Pendant."
The starting point is the high-level ghost path, and there is no carelessness at all.
Blue explosive flames spurted out, turning into a beam of light that lit up the sky, and headed straight for the black shadow in the distance.
Faced with such a level of attack, Black Shadow's face twisted, and he desperately used his remaining spiritual pressure to condense a thin round shield once again, which he placed horizontally in front of him.
boom!
An explosion resounded through the sky, and the blue explosion engulfed everything in front of it. The extremely high temperature burned the round shield, gradually consuming it at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"No, I want to become the Spiritual King!"
The black shadow roared, as hoarse as a ghost, and its resentment was almost solidified.
"Tsunayashiro Sufeng, you noble traitor..."
Obviously, as a noble, Ukitake Jushiro's brother knew Sufeng.
"The Tsunayashiro family will be ashamed of you, and your actions will be nailed to the pillar of shame, engraved on a historical inscription, and passed down forever."
There was deep unwillingness in Heiying's tone. If Sufeng hadn't appeared here, the winner would definitely belong to him.
Ukitake Jūshirō, a sick man, was no match for him.
Even if it were the right arm of the incarnated Spirit King, it would never be possible...
"traitor?"
Sufeng raised his brows lightly, and pushed the blade of the sword lightly with his left thumb. A clear and clear sound of the sword resounded, and spread by the wind, it gradually went further and further away, until it enveloped the entire desolate land.
"Even the current head of the family, Tsunayashiro, would not dare to say that."
"You are just a lower-level noble, not even the head of the family. How dare you say such nonsense?"
No emotion could be heard in his calm tone.
But the black shadow dozens of meters away seemed to fall into an ice cellar. A bone-chilling chill spread crazily under the feet, and reached the sky along the spine.
Even if the power of the Spirit King still maintains the integration, it still cannot alleviate the coldness.
The breeze gradually picked up, blowing around the black shadow, and the remaining black lines were scattered bit by bit like weathered sand, drifting away with the wind.
"This this……"
The black shadow made a horrifying trembling voice, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"This is my power, it belongs to me alone!!"
From the perspective of others, his originally open eyes were forcibly closed, and the lines attached to the black shadow were peeled off layer by layer under the breeze.
The spiritual pressure of the third-level spiritual power fell back again after being deprived of the remaining power of the spiritual king.
After trying to stand at the top, falling into the abyss again is hellish torture for most people.
The black shadow howled like a defeated dog, and after the black lines faded away, its face showed a distorted expression.
However, this appearance was somewhat similar to Ukitake Jushiro, which made Sufeng feel strange.
They are obviously brothers, but their personalities are completely different.
"Let's end it." Sufeng stood there, Lan Yin unsheathed his waist, and the majestic spiritual pressure raged in this desolate land, "As the captain of the ninth division, I will judge your crimes."
"Those who wantonly slaughter members of the lower-level noble Ryudangji family for selfish reasons should be punished..."
The Zanpakutō gleaming with cold light slashed down smoothly.
The wind in the sky suddenly condensed, forming a giant wind blade tens of meters long under the clouds. The blue-white wind breath filled it and split the surrounding air.
The giant wind blade fell, and countless wind breaths swallowed up the culprit!
When the strong wind subsided, not even a piece of clothing was left in it, and Ukitake Jūshirō's brother completely disappeared from the Soul Society.
Its spirit son is completely integrated into the atmosphere, and is not even qualified to enter hell.
…
On the edge of the deserted land, two figures covered by black cloaks stood, surrounded by twisted ghost light, making their figures a bit more illusory.
Under the cloak, a pair of slightly narrowed eyes looked at the violent wind that instantly dissipated in the distant sky. A surprised expression appeared on his face at the right time, and he teased in a light voice:
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's really scary!"
The corners of Ichimaru Gin's lips raised, "Although it's just the beginning, it gives people a creepy feeling."
He looked sideways to his side and continued with a smile:
"Captain Aizen, do you want to continue the plan?"
"The gifts we prepared may not satisfy Captain Sufeng..."
