In Soul Society, love and bond begin

For the sake of the old man Shan, Yan Yuanjinle, the team leader, whispered a few words of advice.

The woman immediately glared at Yan Yuanjinle and yelled:

"If you have the ability, you can handle your official business yourself!"

Just one sentence hit him right in the heart, and he immediately fell silent.

obviously.

Under the inertia started by a certain Fujimiya, the entire 13th Division gradually formed a trend of pushing the captain's official duties to the third seat.

Ukitake Jushiro, who was also in the third seat, sighed deeply beside him.

Only the old man in the mountain was as dignified as Mount Tai, not taking this little scene seriously at all.

joke.

He has seen many big scenes!

When the two men stood in the middle of the hall, everyone made room for them.

Only then did the woman face Aizen and said coldly:

"Third squad, third seat, shooting range, thousand iron!"

"Please give me some advice!"

Facing the violent temper in front of him, Aizen Sosuke put on a gentle smile and said respectfully:

"Thank you, Senior Shooting Range."

After a brief self-introduction, the two of them simultaneously drew out their swords from their waists.

The knife tips face each other.

Shikatori Bakunsai turned his head towards Fujimiya Makoto and lowered his voice:

"You've really gone to so much trouble, Makoto-kun."

"It's totally unlike you to spend so much effort on this form."

"Are you going to talk about something interesting next?"

Upon hearing this, Fujimiya Makoto looked at her with a hint of surprise.

Miss Kadori raised her head, and a hint of cunning flashed across her eyes under her glasses, as if she had already seen through the logic of his actions and was full of confidence.

In a sense, Bayunzhai really saw through him thoroughly enough.

"Rather than saying 'interesting', it's more like 'troublesome'."

"perhaps."

Not paying attention to the slight changes under her glasses, Fujimiya Makoto also lowered his voice and whispered in Miss Kadori's ear.

However, Saito Bulaobusi's eyelids, which had just been drooping as if he was a little sleepy, suddenly opened at this moment.

A knife-like gaze swept over, staring straight at the two of them.

Lu Quba Yunzhai narrowed his eyes and gave her a provocative smile.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—!!”

Chapter 217: Shatter, Mirror Flower and Water Moon

Although everyone had anticipated the outcome of the assessment before the battle began.

However, they still underestimated the value of the name 'Aizen Sosuke'.

......

"boom--"

Debris exploded.

Shechang Qiantie yells more aggressively than anyone else, but when he strikes, he gives it his all.

He stepped forward with his straw sandals, and the surging air waves pushed the seemingly thin figure into flight, so fast that only a shadow was left in the short distance.

The spiritual pressure close to the vice-captain's level shook the air faintly, and the shallow strike in her hand turned into a saber that was longer than her entire body in the blink of an eye.

"Cut him off! Hengyuewu!"

The suddenly extended blade carried with it the huge inertia of the tall woman as she twisted her body, and the crescent-shaped blade drew a cold arc in the air.

The wind howled, and the momentum was heavy.

At the moment when the blade in Sheba Sentetsu's hand fell, Aizen had just had time to pull the Asado out of the scabbard. Facing the slashing knife, his expression was shocked and his pupils constricted.

"Zheng!"

The blades collided, sending up large amounts of flying sparks in the air, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

However, facing this all-out attack, Aizen's young body seemed unable to bear it, and his entire body moved to the left under the horizontal cutting knife.

The straw sandals on the ground rubbed against the wooden floor, making a sharp "squeak" sound and even leaving long black scorch marks.

"Don't think I'll let you go easily just because you're a child!"

However, Shechang Qiantie was not willing to show mercy even when he had the upper hand.

His face, which was angry and frowned just now, now looked cheerful due to the passion of the battle. Even the bun on the back of his head seemed to loosen a little, and he looked very energetic.

"call--"

The nearly two-meter-long saber in his hand and the shallow sword drawn by Aizen intertwined with each other, splitting a chain that splashed sparks in the round dance.

When the back of the knife passed along the thin shoulder and circled behind his back, his body also turned with the heavy blade, sweeping out fierce and heavy blows like a round dance.

The turbulent air currents swept through the spacious captain's meeting room, stirring up a little dust.

The more he swung the giant blade in his hand, the more excited Shechang Qiantie felt.

In front of her, the boy who bore the title of 'Captain Fujimiya's Disciple' was holding the blade in both hands as if in a panic. Under her continuous heavy blows, he could only roll and jump back and forth on the ground. His hands' shallow strikes were so fast that they just broke away from her blade, and he didn't dare to take it head-on.

'really! ’

"Even though your skills are quite impressive, your age and the amount of time you've spent training are your biggest weaknesses!"

In just a few moves, the battle-hardened Shechang Qiantie predicted the opponent's weakness.

The momentum of the black moon-shaped knife in his hand suddenly changed.

It was no longer continuous like at the beginning, but instead became a wider sweeping slash, further forcing Aizen's combat space with the huge attack range.

Aizen's movements became more urgent.

The moment a horizontal knife came slashing at him, he rolled backwards dangerously, his small body curled up and stretched, and he jumped up close to the ground.

However, at that moment, the blade in his hand was about to stab straight forward.

Shechang Qiantie seemed to see through his plan at a glance.

Before Aizen could straighten his body, the sword that was originally sweeping across suddenly stopped in mid-air and turned to chop down.

Taking a step forward, Aizen maintained his forward thrusting posture, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

The attack that I gave with all my strength could not be taken back no matter what.

Oops!

Shechang Qiantie seemed to be able to hear what the young man was thinking at the moment through his expression.

"You're still far from it, young man!"

It seemed that there was no need to think too much before the arrogant voice came out of his mouth.

"clang!"

The back of the blade for stabbing forward and the edge of the blade for chopping down intersect.

The extremely sharp Hengyuewu easily cut off the blade in the young man's hand with just one strike.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

The nearly thirty centimeters long blade spun through the air and pierced into the wooden floor with a hissing sound.

The tall woman laughed arrogantly, looking at the young man in front of her who was called a 'genius' with a slightly mocking expression.

"Just graduated, and already you're so ambitious you want to challenge for the third seat. This is what happens."

"juvenile."

"Can you still achieve Shikai with that broken sword of yours?"

Shechang Qiantie spoke with disdain.

But his steps always kept a safe distance from Aizen.

Despise the enemy strategically and value the enemy tactically.

In this regard, the battle-hardened Shechang Qiantie did an exceptionally good job.

Whether it was the initial surprise attack, the all-out Shikai, or the continuous offensives and changes in tactics, all of them demonstrated the caution of this seemingly foul-mouthed woman.

Only now did she feel a little relieved.

The kid in front of her couldn't even touch her when the knife was intact. Now only half of the blade is left. What can he use to fight her?

That’s enough, that’s about it.

However, when she looked at the captains around her.

For some reason, no one wanted to stop, but just continued to watch them quietly.

This strange phenomenon made Shechang Qiantie frown.

'That's not true, is it? '

"Could it be that even fighting with such an arrogant little guy would teach him a profound lesson?"

Thinking of this, Sheba Chitetsu's gaze towards Aizen suddenly became deeper.

Just as she was thinking this, she heard Aizen Sosuke, who was holding a broken sword in front of her, suddenly speak.

"Excuse me..."

"Is this the full strength of the three shooting range seats?"

Shechang Qiantie frowned.

But when her eyes fell on the face of the young man in front of her.

But Aizen Sosuke had straightened his body again at some point, and his face was once again wearing the same gentle smile as at the beginning.

Even seemingly ordinary questions are inexplicably irritating.

"laugh."

"Want to see my full strength?"

"Then I'll let you see it."

As Sheba Qiantie spoke, his palm touched the slender curved sword blade, his voice cold and indifferent: "The Hengyuewu has only one ability, which is to cut through all matter in its way."

"Even in the slashing technique department, it's rare."

"So, be careful."

Listening to her description of her abilities, Aizen's expression seemed a little more serious.

The next moment, Shechang Qiantie suddenly raised the giant blade in his hand to his left shoulder, held the handle vertically with both hands, and stood sideways.

His cold gaze was fixed on the young man's left arm.

"As long as the incision is clean enough, it can be reattached even if it is cut off for a short time."

"Just teach this kid a lesson."

The moment this thought flashed through my mind.

Shechang Qiantie took a sudden step forward.

"Moon Crow!"

In an instant, violent spiritual pressure rushed straight into the sky.