Chapter 130 What Is the Correct Path?

"This is……"

"What the hell?!"

Lou Julang stared at the torrent of black chains in front of him, unable to understand it for a moment.

He originally thought that the other party was a reckless man who was good at close combat.

As a result, he took out a chain thicker than his own.

How to fight this?

Seeing the black torrent swooping towards him in a mighty way, Lou Juro was alert and had no time to complain, when he deployed Jinshaluo's backup concealment method.

Countless golden threads covered the venue and shuttled between the links of the chains. While sealing the distance between the two, they also exuded a sharp aura like a blade.

Rojuro transformed into an artist playing the piano, with his fingers dancing gracefully and his long wavy golden hair dancing behind him.

"It's the same even if you activate the original solution, just enjoy the beauty of the music!"

The moment the words fell, countless golden threads instantly gathered together, crossing the torrent of black chains, heading towards Ruyue Ming's position and killing him. The air erupted into bursts of wails, and the harsh tearing sound became the highest pitch in the audience.

The sharp sound of steel clashing began to erupt.

The God of Death, who was closer to the barrier, saw such a terrifying scene, and instinctively felt fear in his heart, and subconsciously stepped back.

Once the barrier is out of control, even the aftermath of the battle may crush them into pieces.

Kisaragi Ming manipulated the black chain and accurately placed it in front of each golden thread, easily resolving Rojuro's parallel line killing move.

As for the flashing lightning-embellished broken path on it, even if it extends to his body along Jinshaluo and Wujie, it still cannot have the effect of breaking his defense.

Ruyue Ming, who has withstood the devastation of the waste flame, now has a frighteningly high spiritual body defense.

Seeing that the other party was not affected, Lou Julang had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he was ready to pull Jinsha Luo back.

But it was too late.

Ru Yueming grinned and waved his hand.

Lou Juro suddenly felt the majestic power coming from Jinshaluo, and then his whole body was pulled towards Ruyue Ming.

He didn't let go of the Zanpakutō in his hand.

Not every Shinigami is like Kisaragi, who doesn't take Zanpakuto to heart at all.

On the contrary, most of the power of most Shinigami lies in their Zanpakutō.

Without the Zanpakutō, they would be at the mercy of others.

The knife is there and the man is there.

This is an unquestionable truth in Soul Society.

When the power exploded, the distance between the two was instantly shortened.

Before he could use any means to protect himself, Lou Juro saw the fist as big as a casserole magnified infinitely in front of his eyes, and then he punched hard.

boom! !

Lou Juro's body shook, his brain shut down instantly, his eyes went black, and he flew backwards at a faster speed, hitting the barrier hard.

The onlookers of the Shinigami only heard a loud bang, and the handsome Rojuro was pressed against the light screen in the inner circle in the shape of a big character.

The ripples spread out layer by layer, looking extremely exaggerated.

Seeing this, Niryo Tessai's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he took two steps forward and began to fill in the ghost barrier that was shattered by the counter-shock force.

Looking at this posture, the defensive strength of the Dao Binding Barrier cannot be overstated no matter how ten times stronger it is.

On the high platform, Yamamoto nodded with satisfaction.

This was the reckless disciple he knew. He could dodge instantly and so on, which was somewhat inconsistent with Ru Yueming's character.

When other captains saw this scene, their gums became sore and their scalps became numb.

This feeling becomes even more real when I take on the role of Rojuro.

Ru Yueming shook his hand, pinched his fingers together, and made an angry sound.

He had tried his best to restrain his strength, otherwise, the blow just now was enough to blast Lou Julang's head without any precautions.

Although Rojuro's strength is acceptable, he is much stronger than a certain Shinigami who doesn't like to waste time.

At least there are eight cars, or even ten cars.

But the brain is almost nothing.

Silently tell the enemy about his abilities.

Then let the opponent seize the opportunity to turn defeat into victory and end it instantly.

This is like directly choosing a bright card without being sure of winning, and then being instantly killed by the opponent's seventeen-card silky combo.

Wisdom is also too lacking, not even half as good as mine.

Lou Juro shook his dizzy head, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, red and swollen with bruises, and his former handsomeness was gone forever.

I saw him take a deep breath, and his expression returned to calm:

"Swastika!"

"Kinsharo Dance Troupe!"

boom! !

The moment the words fell, the air trembled, and strong winds rose from the ground, making a deafening roar in the training ground.

Brilliant pillars of spiritual pressure rose into the sky, and circles of air waves centered on Loujuro and continued to spread. The solid ground collapsed with ferocious cracks.

Kisaragi clearly saw that Rojuro's spiritual pressure rushed into the sky, transforming into countless golden threads, weaving quickly.

A strange-looking dancer appeared in the ruined venue, with huge golden hands suspended in the sky, and her fingers trembled lightly, like the hands of a puppet master.

At the moment when his swastika unfolded, Ruyue Ming clearly heard the sound of playing music.

When the sound of sea currents appeared between the notes, a touch of blue color also appeared in sight.

Looking at the deep water pouring in overwhelmingly, Ruyue Ming grinned, and his reckless energy followed.

In battles between gods of death, intelligence is often very important.

Once the enemy knows about his abilities, he is likely to turn the tide of the battle in an instant.

Just like now, Kisaragi Akira only needs to pierce his eardrum to easily win the battle and trample Rojuro under his feet.

But in this case, this captain assessment will become much boring.

Therefore, he used his astonishing wisdom and thought of a more cool fighting method.

Outside the barrier, Aizen looked at the grinning Kisaragi Ming in the center of the field, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

Three days ago, Kisaragi Ming mentioned the captain's assessment during their sparring session and warmly invited him to come and watch the match.

In Ru Yueming's words, in order to dissuade him from his enthusiasm for scientific research, he must be made aware of the horror of having all kinds of great power attributed to himself.

Ever since, driven by curiosity, Aizen came here to watch the battle.

The progress of the previous battle was not much different from what he expected, but when Rojuro released the swastika, the style of painting immediately changed.

The chains piled up on the training ground were retracted instantly with a clatter, countless dazzling sparks burst out from the ground, and steel screamed.

Finally, before the sea current struck, it wrapped around Ru Yueming's right arm.

Gain BUFF, turn on!

Deep purple flames exploded, wrapping around his body and exuding blazing heat. The ground of the venue suddenly burst into cracks one after another.

The water in it is evaporating rapidly.

Hallucination, right?

Ru Yueming raised the corners of his mouth, and a ferocious smile appeared. He stood in the center like a demon, facing the impact of the surrounding sea currents.

The sea current turned into a whirlpool, and the majestic force washed away his body wantonly, but it could not shake him for a moment.

It's like a mountain standing on the earth.

The corners of Lou Juro's eyes and mouth twitched crazily, feeling that the three views he had finally re-established were rapidly collapsing.

Since mastering the swastika, he has encountered two enemies.

The first moment he analyzed his swastika decoding ability and completed the decryption in a very short period of time, turning the Jinshaluo Dance Troupe, which he was so proud of, into a complete waste.

Therefore, in the following days of recuperation, Rojuro learned from the painful experience and decided to further develop his own swastika in hearing.

After practicing in seclusion and struggling many times, he finally achieved his initial goal.

Right now, Kidō or spiritual pressure defense alone cannot resist the influence of Kinsara's ability.

Then he met his second enemy——

Like the bright moon.

When the swastika unfolded and the dancers of the Kinsara Dance Troupe danced in the venue, summoning endless ocean currents, Rojuro was sure of victory, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Then, there is no more.

Ruyue Ming's ridiculously exaggerated performance directly resisted the wanton impact of the current, like a crazy dump truck, charging towards him with a grin.

The ground cracked open with countless ferocious cracks, and even the surrounding ghost barrier trembled in front of the rising deep purple flames, swinging out in circles of overwhelming ripples.

"Act 2, Volcano Messenger!"

Lou Juro tried to make a final struggle.

In the center of the blooming golden salamander on the dancer's face, a scorching flame burst out, burning the figures surrounding it wantonly.

But to his despair, it still had no effect.

The figure was still moving forward steadily.

In fact, the impact is still there.

Kisaragi Ming could clearly feel the burning sensation coming from her body.

But this pain was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he carved the ghost path patterns.

Even breaking through the defense is difficult.

Looking at the figure on the stage, Aizen was thoughtful.

He recalled the process of his battle with Rojuro and analyzed it frame by frame.

"Using hearing to deceive the mind and then feedback it to the external body is essentially a form of deception."

"When you think you are deceived, corresponding harm will appear."

Aizen's eyes became brighter and brighter, capturing the most critical information.

"The reason why Ming is not affected, or cannot be completely affected, is mainly because his mind is so determined at this moment."

"This guy……"

His gaze as he looked at the field gradually became complicated, and all kinds of thoughts surged in his mind, and finally turned into a deep sigh:

"Is this why you invited me to watch the battle..."

"Hero career!"

Amid the approaching despair, Rojuro waved his baton and launched the final act of the movement.

The golden dancer launched a suicide attack, constantly charging towards the figure burning with purple flames.

Until each body was easily destroyed, cut through, and torn into large pieces.

Bathed in the debris and gold of the dancers, like the moonlight, it came up to meet the attack. From a distance of several meters, the five fingers pinched together, and a burst of air burst out:

"Even if you can't win, you should exit like a hero, right?"

Loujuro's face turned red, and with the encouragement of Kisaragi Ming, he burst out his final spiritual pressure, and the notes became passionate and high-pitched, as if he had reached the climax.

Even the Shinigami watching outside the barrier heard the vague symphony.

The giant golden hand woven from parallel lines descended from the sky and fell towards the figure in front. The air burst out with a loud noise and roared down.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming's eyes lit up.

This was the battle scene he wanted to see. Under his inspiration, Loujuro discovered the true use of Jinsara!

The sharp melody burst out at the end, and the shadow of the golden iron fist continued to expand, and in an instant, it was close at hand!

Ruyue Ming grinned and handed his fist forward, causing a huge roar.

One bone!

The fist bone burned with deep purple flames, causing a thunderous roar, and instantly shattered the golden iron fist in a destructive manner.

The dazzling wave of spiritual pressure surged in all directions, followed by a roar like breaking through clouds and cracking rocks, and the aftermath of the impact spread, causing the earth to suddenly tremble.

The surrounding ghost barrier was instantly shattered.

The face of Grib Tessai suddenly changed, and he immediately clasped his hands together, bursting out all his spiritual pressure in an instant, building layers of defensive barriers to block all the turbulence of the hurricane.

The aftermath receded, and the flying dust slowly fell.

Everyone who had survived the disaster looked at the center of the field with lingering fear. At this time, the ground was in tatters and crisscrossed with ravines, as if it had been trampled by Daxu.

Two figures stood facing each other.

There was a bit of unwillingness in Lou Juro's eyes, but he was so exhausted that he could only fall down, his eyes darkened, and he lost consciousness.

"Fengqiaolou Juro, the captain passed the assessment."

It wasn't until Ru Yueming announced the result lightly that everyone came back from their trance and looked at the intact figure in awe.

At any time, the God of Death will fear the strong.

The person in charge of presiding over the event, Takuchojiro, appeared in the venue in a flash and briefly checked Rojuro's status.

Although the injury was serious, fortunately it did not damage the roots.

It only takes a period of training before you can take office.

Ruyue Ming was still very measured in his actions.

As he announced that the assessment was over, the members of the Fourth Division also hurried to the venue and conducted emergency rescue for Juro Juro Fengqiao.

Yamamoto stood on the high platform, leaning on a cane, and calmly looked at the Shinigami team members who were discussing excitedly below. His eyes moved and became deeper:

"Perhaps not relying on the power of the Zanpakutō is the right path..."