I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

"Hmph, this is quite interesting." Uchiha Madara curled his lips and gently turned his wrist. With his fingertips pointing inward, he made a bow and arrow shooting gesture.

call out.

Suddenly, a golden arrow appeared out of nowhere. As if it had eyes, it charged straight at Aizen's purple arrow.

Rumble.

The two arrows collided, stirring up a strange turbulence of energy. Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the ground cracked like a massive earthquake, leaving behind a series of terrifying fissures.

These cracks extended in all directions, and the already dilapidated Dongda Shengbi Plaza suffered another devastating blow. The buildings that had already become ruins were instantly transformed into patches of light.

After destroying these houses, the cracks showed no signs of stopping and continued to spread madly towards all aspects of Jingling Court.

"It, they're going to spread to the team barracks!"

"Damn it, make them stop!"

The captains and vice-captains of the Death Gods were horrified upon seeing this, and quickly dispersed in all directions to use their ghost skills and spiritual power to block the gap.

In the end, the Death Gods worked together to build a huge protective barrier in an area of dozens of kilometers in radius, which barely stopped the aftermath.

At this moment, Aizen ignored the actions of the captains. His eyes were fixed on the intersection of the two energy explosions, and he felt a little shocked in his heart.

That's definitely the power of a Quincy! But why, why does this boy also know Quincy moves? Who the hell is this guy?

"What? Are you starting to waver?" Uchiha Madara suddenly spoke, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "I don't have the Hogyoku, but I can wield the powers of a Shinigami and a Quincy. This makes you doubt yourself, right?"

Aizen turned his gaze towards him, frowned, and said, "This kind of verbal induction is meaningless."

"Do you think it's just induction?" Uchiha Madara sneered and said, "I've said it before, I actually know you better than you know yourself..."

"Bankai! Zanka-dachi: East! Rising Sun Blade!" Before he could finish his words, an old man holding a long sword suddenly appeared behind Uchiha Madara. The blade, leaving an afterimage, slashed towards the young man.

However, Uchiha Madara seemed to have sensed something and rolled sideways to avoid the opponent's attack.

But before his body hit the ground, a chant suddenly erupted from his right. "Thundering chariot, cracks in the spinning wheel, this object gathers light and splits into six! Binding Path Sixty-One: Six-Staff Light Prison!"

Bang bang bang.

Six petals of light suddenly appeared, tightly binding Uchiha Madara's body. He raised his brows slightly, his gaze shifting to the side. What caught his eye was Urahara Kisuke, who was standing beside Byakuya Kuchiki, who extended his index finger.

"Tied up, Benihime!"

Urahara Kisuke's long sword suddenly transformed into a red grid, which continued to expand and entangle Uchiha Madara, who was already in the binding technique. "I am so sorry, Mr. Madara. We all know that a simple binding technique will not work on you. So please allow us to add some ingredients."

Click.

Just as he finished speaking, the figure of Shifengyuan Yoruichi suddenly fell from the sky, sat cross-legged on his neck, and held his head with both hands.

Countless ghost currents roared behind Yoruichi, and she had completely transformed herself into a huge binding method to prevent Uchiha Madara from breaking free.

"Well, this is also the result of our utmost respect for you." Shifengyuan Yoruichi grinned and chuckled, "Five against one, don't say we are despicable."

Before Uchiha Madara could speak, the old man swung the Zanka no Tachi once again. "Zanka no Tachi: North! Ashes of Heaven and Earth!"

Swish.

A dazzling white light burst out and hit Uchiha Madara's chest. At this time, Yoruichi quickly used instant movement to move away.

The wounded Uchiha Madara's body suddenly began to crumble and dissipate. It wasn't simply turning to ash, but rather gradually evaporating like a drop of water encountering high temperatures.

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" Urahara Kisuke looked at the broken sword in his hand, a hint of guilt on his face. In order to kill Uchiha Madara, the greatest enemy in the history of Soul Society, he had spent a lot of money.

But judging from the results, it was worth it after all.

But just as he was feeling relieved, a voice that made them tremble inwardly suddenly rang out: "It's only five against one. Of course I won't call you despicable."

318 But, this is called five to one

"How is that possible?"

"How is this going?"

The Shinigami present looked at Uchiha Madara, who appeared intact from the side, with expressions of surprise and confusion on their faces.

Even Yamamoto Genryusai frowned, a flicker of shock in his eyes. He could sense that the opponent had clearly been struck. The texture of the blow and the spiritual pressure were undeniable.

But why, after that move, the opponent could still appear in front of him intact?

I'm confused! I'm very confused!

At this moment, Yamamoto Genryusai was almost questioning his life. That wasn't just any ordinary slash, but a true instant-death attack that used the heat of the sun's core to slash out with sword energy.

Unless someone can withstand the temperature of the sun's core, but is that possible?

The guy in front of me was wearing dark red samurai armor, not a red tights. No matter how I looked at it, he shouldn't have been able to withstand it, right? But if he didn't just resist, how could I explain it?

It can't be a fake person, right?

"Five against one, the game is just right." Just as his thoughts were racing, he saw Uchiha Madara raise his hands and form a strange hand seal. "Shadow Clone Jutsu."

"careful!"

"What is this guy going to do now?"

Shihouin Yoruichi, Kuchiki Byakuya and the others were on high alert, but suddenly a series of muffled "bang bang bang" sounds were heard in front of the young man, and large clouds of smoke and dust filled the air.

"This, what is this?"

When the smoke and dust cleared, what caught their eyes were dozens of young men in dark red armor. Each one had an identical form and appearance, even the texture of their flesh was identical.

"He, he can actually create clones?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Is this his Zanpakutō ability?"

The Shinigami who saw this scene were horrified, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. There was no such thing as ninjutsu in this world, and being able to create physical clones seemed like magic to them.

Swish swish.

After these shadow clones appeared, they quickly began to act, surrounding Yamamoto Genryusai, Aizen, Yoruichi, Urahara Kisuke and Kuchiki Byakuya in groups of five.

"Wow, so that was a clone like this?" Aizen looked around at the clones in front of him and said softly, "What an interesting ability."

"What an incredible boy!" Urahara Kisuke was filled with amazement. Even though he was an enemy, he had to admit that the boy before him was beyond his expectations.

This ability to create a physical clone is definitely not the power of a Zanpakutō. It's certainly not Kidō or shojutsu either. It must be some special skill that has yet to be discovered by the world today.

The creation of this skill was unprecedented and epoch-making.

"This is called five against one." With his arms folded across his chest, Uchiha Madara said calmly: "Don't say I'm despicable, you are all captains." As soon as he finished speaking, twenty-five shadow clones attacked at the same time, rushing straight towards Aizen and others.

"Oh, this is bad!" Looking at the situation on the field, Hirako Mako breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm afraid no one can stop that boy now, right?"

"It has nothing to do with us, Mako." Hiyori said expressionlessly, "This is Soul Society's own business. And there's no way I'm teaming up with a bastard like Aizen!"

"Maybe we can help that boy?" Hirako Mako tilted his head and whispered.

Hiyori opened her mouth and was about to speak when Soi Fong, who was standing not far from her, rushed out with a serious expression on her face.

Judging from the current situation, Soul Society is clearly at a complete disadvantage. Even with the exceptional strength of Aizen and Captain Yamamoto, their chances of victory remain slim.

As the captain of the Gotei 13, Soi Fong felt she had a role to play for the Seireitei. Even though she deeply hated standing against Uchiha Madara, she couldn't remain unscathed in this situation.

In addition to her, Kenpachi Zaraki from Soul Society, the sick Ukitake Jushiro, and Komamura Sajin, whose body has almost recovered, also stepped forward to prepare to step onto the battlefield.

But before they could get close, a flash of knife light appeared before their eyes.

Boom.

The terrifying sword energy stretched out in all directions, forming a terrifying air wave that separated the captains from the battlefield not far away.

Unohana Retsu, with disheveled hair and a scimitar in hand, blocked their way. "Sorry, no passing ahead." With a swish, Youyue, Kisame, Stark, and the others flashed and stood beside Unohana.

"Tsk, this is trouble." Soi-Fong's eyes were solemn, but she felt relieved inside. At least she didn't have to face Uchiha Madara directly anymore, which made her feel much better.

"Captain Unohana, do you really want to draw your swords against us?" Ukitake Jushiro's face was full of sadness and his eyes looked painful.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Only Zaraki Kenpachi still looked excited and laughed: "Anyway, you all look strong, as long as you can fight with me."

Skirt-lifting maniac: Wow, this is a real mess. It's just a chaotic mess.

Illustrator: Both battlefields seem really exciting, a bit overwhelming. Can't we finish one and then start the other?

Curly-haired guy: This isn’t a fucking movie, why would I give you a storyboard?

The illustrator: I think storyboards are possible. Kisame-san, please think of a way.

Shark-faced guy:?

Book artist: Don't ask questions, you're the host! Since you're the host, you should give the audience a good visual experience! I don't want to miss any of them, so hurry up and arrange it!

Shark-faced guy: How about I try to fix a match?

Hatchet Girl: Hahahaha, Kisame-san's comments are incredibly frustrating. We're all ready to try to fix the match, though. But the opponent seems to be Kenpachi, so he might not be willing to cooperate.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: The Masked Legion is still watching. Are they planning to not help either side?

Skirt Lifters: They have a deep hatred for Aizen and are definitely unwilling to unite with him. But they also seem reluctant to turn their blades against their former colleagues, so their inner feelings must be very complicated.

Lin Fengjiao: I’m afraid it’s not just complicated, but also mixed with tormenting emotions.

Soul Society's villain: That's all Anran's fault. If he'd been more serious, this would have been over long ago. He just had to play games.

Book Artist: Eh? Holy shit, that little white-haired Dong Shilang is a bit of a dog! He's actually planning to sneak past Hua Jie and the others and sneak into An Ran Sang's battlefield. Is this considered a tactical sneak attack?

319 Desperately Strong

He might call it a sneak run, but Hitsugaya Toushirou's speed wasn't the kind of slow, stealthy one. He used instant movement, leaving a trail of afterimages as he bypassed the battlefield where Youyue, Soi Fong, and the others were, dashing towards Uchiha Madara and Aizen.

To be honest, he didn't really want to join forces with the traitor Aizen. But he also knew that if he didn't join forces with Aizen at this time, the entire Soul Society would fall completely under the rule of Uchiha Madara.

No one knew what the consequences would be. The Gotei 13 couldn't gamble, nor did they dare to.

Dong Shilang took a deep breath and sped up again.

However, just as he was about to step into the arena, a long sword suddenly broke through the air and stabbed towards him.

Ok?

Dong Shilang was stunned and quickly raised his sword to block.

Clang.

The two long swords collided, sparks flying.

Dong Shilang took a few steps back, staring across at the other side. What caught his eye was a woman with short lavender hair. She was wearing a black robe with red clouds and a white paper flower in her hair.

"Who are you?" Dong Shilang frowned and looked wary.

Xiaonan didn't answer, but turned his wrist and suddenly rushed towards the other party.

So fast!

Dong Shilang's eyes narrowed, and he dodged to the right. At the same time, he raised his sword and slashed at the woman. However, the woman across from him seemed completely oblivious to his attack. The blade grazed his right side and struck directly at his left shoulder.

puff.

The sound of a knife cutting into flesh was heard, and Dong Shilang retreated quickly. Only when he was more than ten meters away from the woman did he look down at his shoulder.

The snow-white haori had been pierced, and spots of blood were seeping out.

What move is that?

There was a hint of surprise in Dong Shilang's eyes. He had clearly dodged the opponent's attack just now, so why was he hit again?

Swish.

Xiaonan swung the sword in his hand, and looked at Dong Shilang with a look that was still neither sad nor happy.

Aside from the group members, she rarely talks to outsiders. It's not that she's aloof, it's just that she feels it's meaningless.

Click.

Raising the sword in hand, she twisted her wrist. Konan fixed her gaze on Toushirou across from her, her lips parted. "Sit upright in the Tensho, Hyorinmaru." A stream of spiritual pressure suddenly enveloped the sword, and a dragon's roar echoed.

what?

Toushirou was completely stunned, a look of disbelief on his face. Hyorinmaru? The other party's sword was also called Hyorinmaru? You must be kidding! How could this be possible?

Astonished, stunned, and unbelievable.

At this time, Dong Shilang didn't even know what words to use to express the shock in his heart.