Chapter 345 My little friend, are you dissatisfied with my arrangement?
Sifengyuan Yoruichi has a strong and dynamic figure, carrying two black pillars on his back, stepping on the spirit son in the low air, and leaps towards the Noble Street.
"Kisuke, are you sure you can close the gate to hell?"
Shifouin Yoruichi's short purple hair was ruffled as he moved forward quickly, and he couldn't help but ask Urahara Kisuke who was following behind him.
She and Urahara Kisuke were childhood sweethearts, and some time ago they recommended him to become the captain of the twelfth division. After learning that the Gate of Hell appeared in Flower Wither, she discussed the seriousness of the matter with Urahara Kisuke.
Both of them believed that they needed to be prepared for this kind of thing, especially after knowing that it was only a child who led to the Gate of Hell. In order to avoid the Gate of Hell from appearing again, she and Kisuke Urahara took preventive measures.
Immediately behind her, Urahara Kisuke, who has short, light yellow hair, military green eyes, and a little stubble on his chin, is wearing Haori, the captain of the 12th Division. He is also carrying two black pillars, leaping in the low air, heading towards
He ran toward Noble Street and couldn't help feeling troubled and said:
"There is too little information to determine whether the gate of hell can be closed. However, the gate of hell is opened because of the child. As long as the child is thrown into the gate of hell, the gate of hell will be closed."
Urahara Kisuke analyzed calmly and said: "Or we can speed up the opening of the Gate of Hell and directly let the Gate of Hell take him away, which will solve the problem."
Sifengyuan Yoruichi nodded with a stern expression. After all, it had only been more than half a year since the flower withered at the Gate of Hell. The time was too little and the information was too little. It was difficult for them to do more.
In this situation, we can only do it by paying special attention to the gate of hell.
Sudden.
As soon as the two of them stopped heading to Noble Street, they stepped on the sky, their expressions suddenly changed. They sensed that the spiritual pressure of the three captain-level Shinigami disappeared in an instant. They turned their heads to look in the direction of the battle, and suddenly saw a black screen broken like glass.
Inside, Rokusha Kensai, Hobashiro Juro and Aikawa Takero fell from the sky.
"So fast?" Shifouin Yoruichi and Urahara Kisuke both had horrified eyes.
The three captains released the swastika almost a second ago. The huge spiritual pressure was raging in the sky of Seireitei. The result was just one round of attack. With the chant of "The Ninety-Ninety of the Path: Black Coffin", the black coffin was destroyed immediately.
, three captain-level Shinigami were killed instantly, which was too fast.
Is this guy so powerful?
Kyōraku Shunsui, Kiiganjo Kenpachi, Hirako Mako, Rikuka Kensai, Hobashiro Juro, Aikawa Takera, all six captains, none of them were able to stop his progress. They were almost all easily defeated by this kid.
solution.
The entire Seireitei was looking up at the Death God on the battlefield with horrified eyes, staring at Haile's small figure in disbelief.
"Is he... so powerful?"
"The captain of the eighth team, the captain of the eleventh team, the fifth team captain, the ninth team captain, the third team captain, the seventh team captain, why did six powerful captains lose? This shouldn't be, it's impossible!
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"team leader!!!"
"Is the gate of hell opened just for such terrifying people?"
"I can't believe the captains lost!"
Kyōraku Shunsui was defeated at the very beginning. How he was defeated, they didn't know.
Kiegashiro Kenpachi was hit in the middle by the huge red cannon. They could still say that Kiegashiro Kenpachi was careless.
Hirako Mako's Zanpakutō was cracked, and it had no effect at all. They could all think it was a coincidence, but it was a pity that it was targeted.
But now, even if the Ninety-Ninety Black Coffin of the Broken Path is powerful, there is no reason why it can instantly kill a captain-level warrior with complete swastika power.
Now three captains are killed in an instant. How powerful and crushing combat power is it that can kill three captain-level shinigami in an instant?
Seeing this scene, the God of Death couldn't hold back the horror in his heart, his face changed color, the enemy was so terrifying.
"Is this the power that opens the gate to hell?" The captain of the Sixth Squadron, Kuchiki Ginling, who was enjoying tea on the upper floor of a building in Noble Street, couldn't help but show a change of color on his old and solemn face. He saw and sensed it.
The spiritual pressure of the three captain-level Shinigami was so low that it almost disappeared, and they couldn't help but feel shocked.
The six captain-level Shinigami couldn't stop him, couldn't stop his steps, couldn't stop him from heading towards the Noble Street to attack the Tsunayashiro family.
The situation is starting to get serious.
It was no longer up to him to continue drinking tea here.
Kuchiki Ginling had a calm and old face, holding the dagger placed by his feet with his hand. Just as he was about to get up from his kneeling position, the door was opened, and someone rushed into the private room with his entourage. He saw
Seeing Kuchiki Ginling sitting on his knees enjoying tea, he couldn't help but look sulky, and said with a flash of displeasure:
"Kuchiki Ginling, what are you still doing here! Central Room 46 has issued an arrest warrant, the Golden Seal Noble Council has mobilized all its forces, and the second division is setting up traps to arrest those who enter the Great Spirit Book Corridor without authorization and cause trouble in the three realms.
Sinner, what are you still doing here!"
The person who came was also an old man, with a majestic face, and shouted in a noble manner: "As the representative of the nobles, the Sixth Division, the Death God captain who maintains the order of the Soul Society, are you still drinking tea?!"
Kuchiki Ginzu, who was holding Asagi to get up, slowly let go of Asahi's hand, relaxed his body, straightened his waist, picked up another cup of tea with both hands, and drank it gently in the style of an aristocrat, with a slow voice.
road:
"There is no need to worry, Tsunayashiro is in charge. Since the order from the Central Room 46 has been issued, he is just a caged bird."
The patriarch of the Tsunayashiro family had a cold face, gave a cold "hum", turned around and left.
When leaving, the follower who came with him, Tsunayashiro Tokinada, who had already broken an arm and had a strangely pale face, pulled out a forced smile at the corner of his mouth and said: "Captain Kuchiki, please cooperate with Jin quickly.
Seal the Noble Council and guard the Noble Street. The enemy should not be underestimated."
Kuchiki Ginzu ignored Tsunayashiro Tokinada, and drank a cup of tea in an elegant and aristocratic manner. After all Tsunayashiro's people were gone, he stood up, picked up the kettle, and left this place.
Building.
Like shards of black glass disappearing in the air, the three captain-level Shinigami who fell down were caught from the ground one by one by Unohana Retsu and began to receive treatment.
The Three Thousand Worlds appeared behind Haier again, absorbing the ocean-like spirit seeds in the sky.
Ukitake Jushiro's face was stern and his eyes were stern as he watched Haile's back and the Three Thousand Worlds reappearing. The dark sphere that he had chopped off also appeared again.
His face was dark and unclear. He raised his head and looked at the Gate of Hell at the highest point of Seireitei. He calculated in his mind. Finally he gritted his teeth, made great determination, and softly chanted:
"Swastika..." He was about to say swastika, then stopped.
Haer held the Zanpakuto with the tip pointed downward, glanced at Ukitake Jushiro, stepped forward, turned his head forward, and an old man appeared in his sight.
Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni put his hands on the top of the wooden staff and said with an old look like an old man who could hardly close his eyes:
"My little friend, are you dissatisfied with my arrangement?"