Chapter 214 Just Today

Facing Ruyue Ming who was like a demon god descending, even if the four of them used all their firepower, they were still beaten to pieces and had no power to fight back.

Perhaps under the stimulation of Lilinite's words, or perhaps out of some kind of playful mentality, Stark changed his usual lazy attitude.

He directly used the latest developed killer weapon, the fused virtual flash cloud explosive bomb.

A huge mushroom cloud rises in the endless desert, turning into the most dazzling light, turning the deep night into day.

Then he was knocked off the line by Kisaragi Ming who suddenly approached and hit him with a straight punch.

As the independent Arrancar of Vastod, Stark's ability to persist for so long is already a gift.

On the other hand, Sal Apollo, who took the initiative to engage in close combat with Kisaragi Akira, mainly suffered from incomplete limbs. A large number of tentacles were directly torn off, and even half of the body was missing.

If he hadn't clicked on the super-speed regeneration, such a serious injury would have been enough for Ming Ruyue to go to hell to find someone else.

As for Ulquiorra, he relied on a pair of demon wings behind him to dodge left and right to delay for a few seconds.

Bailegang gave in decisively and had no intention of fighting at all.

In his words, the seat is not important. If you are unable to read due to injury, that will be the biggest loss.

After a debate, Ru Yueming was unscathed, and his general fell to the ground.

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't let the king use my full strength."

As Sal Apollo recovered his body, he showed a flattering smile:

"So, if your Majesty wants to have fun next time, can you grant me a small wish?"

"Because I sensed in you the opportunity for a perfect life..."

This is not the first time that Sar Apollo has behaved like this.

Every time his strength improves, this guy will find a way to get some blood or flesh for research.

For the sake of Sal Apollo's loyalty, Ruyue Ming will give points every time.

Then, under the astonished eyes of everyone, he pulled out Wu Jie, wrapped in spiritual pressure, the muscles on his arms bulged, and his strength exploded.

Split Huashan with all your strength!

boom--

There was an earth-shaking loud noise, but Ru Yueming's arm was undamaged, but there were a few more gaps on the sharp blade.

Everyone: "..."

It is true that following the king will help you gain insights.

The one who slashed himself with his own Zanpakutō, only to have the blade shatter, is probably considered a scorpion daddy in the million-year history of Soul Society——

The only one.

Fortunately, if the Zanpakutō is damaged before it is released, it will not have much impact. If the spiritual pressure is enough, it will recover quickly.

Ruyue Ming integrated the black flames that were combined with the black coffin patterns into the Unbounded, which greatly enhanced its lethality. In the end, with great effort, he removed a small piece of flesh and blood and gave it to Saar Apollo.

"It's so precious."

"If you want it next time, you have to ask Old Man Shan."

The corners of Sal Apollo's mouth twitched and he was suddenly speechless.

He naturally knew who the old man Kisaragi was talking about. When he invaded Soul Society, he originally planned to kidnap Kisaragi Akira and put him in a container for subsequent experiments.

As a result, he was scared away by a spiritual pressure as strong as the scorching sun.

To this day, whenever he thinks of that terrifying spiritual pressure that looks like an abyss, Sal Apollo still feels a palpitation in his heart.

Even if the current strength is more than ten times stronger than before, it is the same.

Sal Apollo boasted that he had no chance of winning against Yamamoto Shigekuni.

Death will be the only way back.

Perhaps only monsters can deal with monsters.

For example, my own king...

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First team.

Yamamoto sipped the fine tea sent by Kuchiki Ginrei, feeling the sweet fragrance brewing between his teeth, and his old face slowly blossomed.

The Soul Society has been peaceful recently, with no disgusting nobles disturbing the peace, and no Daxu accidentally breaking into Rukongai.

And because the team leaders revealed a little bit of information about the invisible empire during the team leader meeting, each team suddenly showed a prosperous appearance.

In addition to daily tasks, most team members will practice for an extra hour or two every day.

The overall strength of the Gotei 13 is steadily increasing.

However, the 11th Squadron also contributed to this.

Because the Eleventh Division was too involved, it also stimulated the enthusiasm of other divisions.

Although it's not as good as those reckless men, it's still much better than before.

This also gave Yamamoto a little more confidence in confronting the upcoming invisible imperial threat.

Perhaps in the near future, Team 13 will surpass the original Team 13 and become the true mainstay of protecting Soul Society.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto looked a little pleased.

By the way, isn’t that evil disciple of yours a little too quiet lately?

Could it be that he has changed his gender?

Yamamoto suddenly thought of Akira Kisaragi, whose presence had been extremely low recently, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.

I always feel like this villain is trying to hold back a big pain for himself.

As soon as this idea appeared, hearty and heroic laughter came from the corridor outside:

"Sebu-senpai, do you think I will become the number one in the Soul Society when I'm Kisaragi Akira?"

Sparrow: "..."

What's wrong with this guy?

Is this something he can accept?

You're a thick-skinned guy who can withstand a sharp blade like fire. Old man, I still want to live for two more years.

Before Quebu could answer, Ruyue Ming said the answer:

"Just today, just today!"

"Overthrow the tyranny of Yamamoto, and the world belongs to Kisaragi!"

Wow——

The wooden door of the tea room was opened directly, and the blazing high temperature swept across the corridor. It was obviously still early spring, but the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly reached the height of summer.

The master and apprentice looked at each other, as if they had caught some kind of secret signal, and without saying a word, they walked towards the back of the first team.

This is just like good brothers who often wash their feet. They often don't need to say any nonsense. They can let the other person know what they are thinking at the moment with just one look.

Looking at the two people's leaving figures, Quebu sighed helplessly.

What an old kid.

Since accepting Akira Kisaragi as his apprentice, Master Yamamoto's mentality has become younger and younger.

If it had been in the past, Ryūren Ruohuo with full firepower would have slashed through it, and it would not have been as gradual as it is now.

You'd better follow him and take a look, don't accidentally get hit on the head and ruin the Seireitei.

On the deserted back mountain.

Looking at the young man standing proudly opposite, Yamamoto grinned. Fierce feelings surged over his body, and the surrounding air suddenly began to distort.

Captain Yu Zhi tugged at the dead bully, revealing a strong body full of scars, and a sense of cruelty hit his face.

Since the skin of your evil disciple is tight, let him loosen it.

In the field of beating his apprentices, Yamamoto boasted that he had some experience.

He pulled out the Blade Ruohuo he had just taken out from under the tea stove, and slowly drew out the knife. The temperature in the air began to soar again.

Foehn winds rose everywhere, blowing the dust in the wasteland.

"Overthrow the tyranny of Yamamoto, right? I will clean up the house today!"

Yamamoto smiled, a trace of evaporated white air leaking from between his teeth, and the scars on his exposed skin turned red, as if a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years was about to erupt.

"Everything in the world is reduced to ashes!"

"Flowing blade like fire!"

Lava emitting a scorching aura spurted out, carrying the howling foehn wind, causing the entire back mountain to be shrouded in high temperatures.

So scary!

Based on his previous experiences with Akira Kisaragi, Yamamoto knew that if he didn't come up with something, he wouldn't be able to teach this evildoer a profound lesson.

And with his level of talent, it is already impossible to defeat him simply by fighting or swordsmanship.

Whenever he thinks about this, Yamamoto's expression becomes a little dazed.

This boy has just graduated from the Spiritual Arts Academy, and he has already caught up with other captains who have practiced for hundreds of years. Even at his age, he seems to have just embarked on a journey, right?

Just as he was in a trance, Ru Yueming opposite him also burst out with powerful spiritual pressure. Amidst Jie Jie's wild laughter, black flames erupted from his body.

Considering that drawing a sword would weaken his own fighting power, Ruyue Ming chose the unparalleled iron fist.

He gently patted Wujie, who was shaking crazily on his waist, and comforted him:

"Good brother, I won't let you get hurt again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the scabbard and the sword directly to the edge of the battlefield in the distance.

Seeing that Yamamoto was ready and came back from his contemplation, Kisaragi grinned and immediately launched the attack.

A single arrow shot directly tore through the air, spanning the distance between the two, and appeared in front of Yamamoto as if teleporting.

The right arm is tilted back, the muscles are bulging and leaping, and infinite power surges through it.

The essence of Genryu inherited from Yamamoto is most vividly reflected at this moment.

One bone!

Yamamoto's pupils shrank, aware of the danger contained in this punch, and at the same time he also discovered the difference between Kisaragi Akira and before.

Without any hesitation, he fired a Songming backhand shot.

Explosive flames soared into the sky and turned into fiery tornadoes that would engulf the moon-like sky.

But before Yamamoto could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure rushed out of it, and a punch wrapped in black flames hit the blade of Ryuken Ruohuo firmly.

It's like hitting a mountain.

Chojiro, who was watching the battle from a distance, subconsciously opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Master Yamamoto, has he retreated?"

In his sight, Yamamoto was hit by Kisaragi Akira's filial punch. The huge force struck him, causing him to fall back several meters.

Although not much, it also indicates a rather exaggerated signal.

Akira Kisaragi can now look at Yamamoto as an equal.

Yamamoto frowned, stared closely at the demon-like Kisaragi Ming, and asked:

"New ghost path pattern?"

Akira Kisaragi once told Yamamoto the principles and methods of engraving ghost paths, but for some unknown reason, Yamamoto was never able to complete it.

He observed for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Is this aura the black coffin?"

Ruyue Ming grinned:

"As expected of Old Man Shan who can teach a genius like me."

"Yes, it's the black coffin."

"If you're afraid, just surrender and give up the position of captain."

Hearing this unfilial remark, Yamamoto laughed angrily:

"It's just a black coffin. I can break it with one hand. Why should I be afraid?"

"If this is the trump card, then you'd better admit defeat sooner."

"I don't want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person."

The two exchanged blows, and then fought again. The surge in spiritual pressure made the earth tremble, and even spread throughout the Seireitei.

Fortunately, the gods of death are used to things like this.

After recognizing that it was the spiritual pressure of Master and Disciple Yamamoto, he stopped paying attention to it.

In the words of the captain of the 11th Squadron, beating is a matter of kissing and scolding, and what I love most is kicking.

When master and apprentice exchange feelings, why do outsiders get involved?

boom!

Violent flames soared into the sky, and ferocious cracks opened up on the ground, with golden and red colors flowing freely in them, like magma.

Yamamoto, who had just taken off his hand, had no intention of holding back.

After just a few collisions, he was aware of Ru Yueming's current defensive strength.

So outrageous that it’s unbelievable.

If the unliberated Liu Ren Ruo Huo slashed at this kid, he might not even be able to break through his defense.

Now with all the firepower, it can only cut him until his body is covered with bruises.

But in the blink of an eye, Ruyue Ming returned to life again, carrying a stream of black flames and hitting him like a falling meteorite.

Wherever it passed, scorch marks were spread across the ground, and the earth let out an overwhelmed wail.

"torch!"

Yamamoto held a sword like a fire blade and raised the sword to strike from the bottom up. A tornado of flames rose from the ground and the entire back mountain turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The high temperature has even affected Chojiro, who is watching the game from a distance.

Even a team not far from here was affected to a certain extent.

The team members stood on the roof and looked out, wiping the sweat on their foreheads from time to time, feeling that the second scorching sun was rising in Soul Society.

Facing Yamamoto's killing move, Ruyue Ming had no intention of evading, and rushed into Song Ming with a wild laugh.

Just like Wolverine facing the Phoenix Girl.

The surface of the body was burned black, then returned to its original state in an instant, and then repeated the above behavior infinitely until fire resistance was produced.

Yamamoto's eyes twitched.

This was a path he never imagined.

Even if he had lived for thousands of years, he would never have thought that anyone could offset the fire damage caused by Liu Ren Ruo Huo's explosion in this way.

Any normal person would have been burned to ashes in Song Ming's explosive flames.

Realizing that he might not be able to continue to pose a threat to the evil disciples now, Yamamoto brewed his spiritual pressure and came up with a big wave.

boom! !

The blazing golden-red light pillar rose into the sky, like a scorching sun rising into the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Strong pressure instantly acted on Ru Yueming's body, causing his body to sink and his movements to slow down a lot.

"Boy, it's a little too early to think about going from below to above."

Yamamoto grinned and said, "I haven't aged to the point where I can't even take down a brat."

The terrifying wave of spiritual pressure washed over the battlefield wantonly, like an iron plow, changing the terrain at will.

The sea of ​​fire filled the sky with ferocity and cruelty.

The body covered with scars turned into a scorching sun, holding the blade like fire, staring at the bright moon ahead.

Sword Demon, Yamamoto Ginseng!

However, even under such heavy pressure, Ru Yueming still didn't know what fear was.

He only knew that for the first time in a long time, he felt the throbbing of dangerous instincts, the trembling and excitement coming from the depths of his soul.

Without the slightest fear, the wings of thunder and fire spread out instantly on his shoulders, and his spiritual pressure exploded to the extreme, turning into beams of light and impacting wantonly.

next moment.

Black flames exploded, turning into a huge wave that covered the sky and covered the golden-red sky, as if the end was coming.

Full firepower, double bones!

Kisaragi Ming unleashed the strongest attack so far in this battle, and blasted out the black fist bones with a grin.

The moment when the unparalleled iron fist collided with the blade wrapped in flames.

The world lost its voice and seemed to turn into pure black and white.

The two men's movements were in a stalemate until a slight breaking sound was heard.

A brand new vast spiritual pressure exploded like heaven pouring from the sky.

Seeing this, Takuchojiro opened his eyes wide and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

at the same time.

Someone's wild laughter came next:

"Jie, Jie, Jie, Old Man Shan, I want you to help me practice!"