In Soul Society, love and bond begin

In addition, after gradually being promoted to the vice-captain level, even though Kyoraku Shunsui is still young, he has gradually understood the gap in level between himself and some of the current captains, and has enough confidence that he can catch up with them in the near future.

Driven by this impression, he naturally did not think that the "legends" spoken by ordinary soldiers were so far away from himself.

What an arrogant statement.

Lord Fujimiya, are you really that strong?

Kyoraku Shunsui thought this subconsciously.

"Om-"

Just as this thought came to mind, the sound of the storm in my ears suddenly stopped.

The group of voids that continued to gather at the top of the sky had turned into nothingness. Scattered spirit particles were floating in the air, but only a heavy atmosphere remained in the spiritual perception, which made people feel a little depressed.

Immediately afterwards, in the focus of everyone's attention.

A tall, thin figure stood in the center of the storm ruins.

The pupils of everyone present constricted.

Even Fujimiya Makoto couldn't help but raise his eyelids, revealing a somewhat surprised expression.

"Oh yeah."

“This is really…”

What appeared in everyone's sight was a "One-Horned Void" that was only a little over two meters tall, its entire body covered in pure white steel skin. Its entire head was hidden in a bone helmet that was a mixture of dark red and pale. Only a rhino horn rose into the sky from its forehead.

Long black hair hangs down from the gaps between the bone armor behind the head, flame-like hair is wrapped around the wrist bones of the limbs, and a thin, pointed tail hangs behind.

The hollow hole on the left side of the chest was covered by a broken mask.

There was a scarlet glow in his eye sockets.

In his right hand, he still held a Zanpakutō.

There was clearly no leakage of spiritual pressure, but the mere fact that the other party was standing there made most people present feel a sinking feeling in their hearts.

"Captain Fujimiya?"

Kuryashiki Ryoma gave his captain a questioning look, with his right hand on the hilt of the sword, looking eager to try.

"Hey! You bastard!"

Miss Saito didn't give him a chance. She looked at the big hollow with a little excitement in her single eye. Her tongue slipped across the corner of her lips and she shouted loudly:

"Don't even think about snatching it from me!"

But, she had just said this.

A figure flew out from not far away.

'So fast! '

Kyoraku Shunsui raised his eyebrows.

Xiu Mu Yin Ling rushed forward with a tense expression.

As soon as he started, his speed had reached the extreme, and his body was like an arrow shot straight to the center of the ruins.

The bodies surrounding him like guards didn't even have time to catch up with his movements. With just a flash of his foot, he passed through the layers of defense and drilled straight into the center.

Xiumu Yinling pressed his right hand tightly on the hilt of the knife, his mind determined.

Whether it was the one-horned Hollow, Fujimiya Makoto, or the shameful moment of retreat and fear in his heart—

He wants them all, cut them off at once!

"Zheng!"

The blade was unsheathed, drawing a crescent-like arc in the air.

Pointing directly at the opponent's neck.

However, facing this full-strength attack that was almost at its peak.

Takasugi simply raised the blade in his hand like a fan.

"clang."

There was a crisp sound in the air.

The dust and whirlwind, which were half a beat slower than his body, roared and stirred, and exploded on the other side of Daxu's body, shaking open an arc-shaped air pressure channel.

Daxu stood there, still motionless.

Xiumu Yinling's expression paused slightly and his pupils contracted.

The next moment, the one-horned Zanpakuto, which was suspended in mid-air, pressed against his blade and swung violently to the right.

Then, Xiumu Yinling rolled over and over as if a fly was being swatted, sweeping away into the distance, creating circles of water-like ripples in the air.

"boom!"

He plunged into the depths of the ruins, sweeping away a cloud of dust.

"Um?!"

Kyoraku Shunsui's expression froze, and he looked at the one-horned hollow standing there with wide eyes.

The surrounding bodies surrounded the unicorn in the center like a group of people surrounding a king.

"Ho-"

A long exhalation sound came from under its mask.

But before it could take a step forward.

The movement of his feet suddenly froze in place.

In the drifting smoke and dust, you can vaguely see a few threads that are so thin that they are difficult to capture with the naked eye.

"Windline Pu·Cutting Rope."

In the ruins, Xiumu Yinling raised his arms.

There were faint threads connecting the five fingers, pulling Dujiaoxu's feet as he raised them.

However, the 'line' that was tougher than steel wire and sharper than a knife blade, when drawn on Dujiaoxu's calf, only produced sporadic sparks.

The toughness of the steel is unprecedented.

"Pooh."

Xiumu Yinling spat out a mouthful of blood foam and suddenly pulled back with his other hand.

Suddenly, Dujiaoxu's left arm and other calf were also completely outlined by the wind line, and were constantly pulled towards the middle under the huge force.

Under the pulling force of these two forces, Dujiaoxu's body paused slightly.

For the first time, it turned its head and looked in the direction of Xiumu Yinling.

A red light flashed deep in the pupils.

"?!"

Xiumu Yinling's heart tightened.

The next moment, the one-horned monster, who had been tied up by countless silk threads and seemed unable to move, suddenly jumped up, spinning like a top and waving his Zanpakuto, sweeping it twice in the air.

Countless tough and fine wind lines were broken under the blade, making a dense clanging sound in the air.

"Windline Pu·Big Net!"

However, the flying wind lines did not dissipate. Instead, they quickly gathered together under the pull of Xiu Mu Yin Ling, overlapping and intersecting to block the route of Du Jiao Xu's sprint.

However, all these obstacles were useless in front of the unicorn, and his figure passed through the barriers like a phantom.

The blade in his hand was raised high.

"boom!"

Stirring up a flood of earth.

Xiumu Yinling's figure flashed and appeared in the distance, breathing softly.

Although he had tried his best to dodge, there was still a tear-like wound on his shoulder, which continued to bleed, and his entire face was unconsciously tense.

On the other side of the smoke and dust, a thin figure slowly walked out holding a Zanpakutō.

As if disdainful of his miserable appearance, Dujiaoxu was too lazy to even step forward. He just stood there and pointed the blade at him.

He hooked his eye provocatively.

Kuchiki Ginling's expression was stunned at first.

The next moment, a blazing fire suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Stop looking down on me, you bastard!"

He suddenly stretched out his palm towards Dujiaoxu and grasped the air.

"Swastika! Solution!"

"Ragweave Wind Line Pu!"

The violent spiritual pressure burned in layers, rising and flying from Kuchiki Ginling's body continuously, like a storm sweeping through, shaking the earth.

The floating spiritual pressure turned into substance, forming a gauze-like feather robe on the outer layer of his haori.

But if you look closely at a very close distance, you can see that the feathers are clearly a net woven from countless blade-like wind threads, draped over the body.

Even under the suppression of the limited spiritual seal, with only one-fifth of the spiritual pressure, the total amount of spiritual power gathered around the Xiumu Silver Ridge at this moment is terrifying.

He stood up slowly.

The gravel blown by the wind swept through the air, but when it came within a foot of him, it turned into powder silently.

It was as if it was chopped into pieces by some invisible fine blade.

Dujiaoxu stopped.

"whispering sound."

"Shame on you."

Saito clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, obviously still angry at the boy for stealing her prey.

"That's more like it."

Yan Yuanjinle stood in the air, seemingly ignoring the bodies surrounding them, and commented in a flat voice.

Kyoraku Shunsui frowned as he looked at the scene on the ground, then glanced at the captains around him who had remained motionless, feeling a little anxious.

Now is not the time to fight the enemy one-on-one!

Shouldn't we all go together?

why?

Just as he was thinking this, a doubt suddenly flashed through his mind.

and many more.

The ability of this unicorn doesn't seem to be of the spatial type, right?

What are they waiting for...?

Before Kyoraku Shunsui could figure this out.

Yan Yuanjinle, who was holding a knife and standing there seemingly leisurely, raised his eyebrows.

The spatial fluctuations that had disappeared just now finally appeared within his perception range.

Then, the blade suddenly cut through the air.

"Fuboyuan·Sumi Mountain!"

A hideous and twisted space crack stretched across the sky.

The middle-aged man with a haggard face suddenly shot out at a speed that was totally inconsistent with his appearance.

At the moment his figure shuttled away, Saito and Ryoma behind Fujimiya Makoto also rushed towards the bodies on the ground at an astonishing speed.

The people who had gathered in one place scattered in an instant.

Almost at the moment when they took action at the same time, Shunsui recalled the seemingly casual conversation between Yan Yuan and Fujimiya Makoto, and the connection in his mind suddenly became clear.