Rated Hokage

Jingle Chunshui, the captain of the Eighth Division, usually looks out of tune, addicted to alcohol and frivolous.

But his strength is definitely considered the first echelon among all the captains. Among all the captains present, only old man Yamamoto and Aizen may be stronger than him. After the death of old man Yamamoto, he was also the successor captain's duties.

Hinata Fire Gate, the most capable and trusted personal guard of the emperor, the most dazzling record is defeating the already famous golden flash when he was young.

For all the audience in this battle, they firmly believed that their own side would win.

This is also a battle that will show the strength of the ninja and the god of death.

The two stood opposite each other in the center of the venue, attracting much attention.

"Mr. Huomen, don't you use any weapons?" Jingle looked at the unarmed Huomen and asked aloud.

Huomen smiled: "We ninjas fight freely, and my fists are the most convenient weapons."

Hearing this, Jing Le couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, because of the different power systems, he couldn't judge the opponent's strength through spiritual pressure, and he didn't take it lightly.

The vice-captain of the first team, Saebujiro, served as the referee of the exchange meeting. Standing between the two, he briefly explained the rules.

"Start the sparring!"

Wow——

The entire open-air venue was extremely quiet, and the wind stirred the clothes of the two of them.

There is a pure white high wall around it, which is a wall made of murderous stone.

The officials at the edge all sat upright, watching everything off the field with full concentration.

"The leader of the Beijing band." Huomen kindly reminded him.

"The next one is about to start."

Jing Le narrowed her eyes when she heard the words, and then the figure of Huomen disappeared in an instant.

Shunpo so fast... No, this is the ninja's Shunjutsu!

Jing Le reacted quickly, just hearing a "Zeng", the Zanpakuto at her waist was unsheathed in an instant, and slashed towards the position behind her without hesitation.

The sharp blade reflected the cold light, and slashed across Huomen's waist tightly.

boom!

The tip of the knife swept away, followed by Huomen's palm strike, which was blocked by Jingle's Quarm.

However, the moment the body touched, Jing Le felt a sharp pain in her forearm, and quickly flew back in surprise.

"Empty Eight Diagrams!"

boom!

However, before Jingle's figure landed, another air shock hit.

"Eighth of Binding Dao, Rebuke!"

Jing Le stood in front of him with one hand, and a small spiritual shield blocked the blow, but his whole body was pushed several meters away by this force.

Seeing that the opponent was still using a special ability, Huomen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his soft fist acupuncture seemed to have little effect on Death God.

Jing Le gently rubbed her aching forearm, said with a wry smile, "It really hurts, I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Huomen calmly explained: "It's not that I have great strength, it's just that the way I exert force is special, which can damage the meridian system of the human body."

Jing Le was thoughtful: "So that's how it is."

The other party talked about his abilities so bluntly, which actually complied with the purpose of the exchange meeting.

Huomen said again: "Leader of Beijing band, why don't we all show our true strength, I really want to see the power of your Death God."

Jing Le pondered for a while, then nodded and said: "Yes."

He didn't talk too much nonsense, and pulled out the other rib from his waist, but he heard his mouth whispering.

"The flower wind is disordered, and the flower god is crying!"

"The heavenly wind is disordered, the heavenly demon laughs!"

"Flower days—"

"Crazy Bones!"

As he finished singing, the two knives in his hands also changed, from one long and one short to a scimitar with the same shape.

"It's been a long time since I saw his Hajime."

Yamamoto, who was the chief, suddenly expressed emotion, and the implication seemed to tell the strength of Kyoraku, and there was nothing that could make him release Zanpakutō on weekdays.

Zhen said with a smile on the side: "It seems that today, your Excellency the captain may see many Zanpakuto that have not been liberated for a long time."

Yamamoto glanced sideways at Zhen, and said, "No, compared to them, I am still more interested in the ninjas under His Majesty the Emperor."

After releasing Zanpakutō, the aura on Jingle's expression changed instantly, and Huomen's expression gradually returned to solemnity.

"Is this the Zanpakuto of the leader of the Beijing Band?"

"That's right, I haven't used it to fight for a while, Lord Huomen should be careful."

"Not good enough to be alone!"

Jing Le's eyes were fixed, and she swung her two knives violently, a whirling wind like a spinning top swept out, but Huomen did not avoid it, watching the gust of wind blowing towards her.

boom!

A larger air storm erupted from Huomen's body, directly blowing away the airflow, and saw that Huomen's face was slowly covered with black lines, and his clothes and hair could be seen fluttering with the naked eye. He is the center of a blue energy spinning.

Jing Le had no time to be surprised, and saw Huo Men leaning over slightly to put on a posture.

"Forty Gods Air Strike!"

boom!

It was the same as the air shock impact just now, but this time the scope was larger, and it even carried a dazzling white light.

Jing Le opened her eyes angrily, the white light seemed to come with a destructive force, if hit by it, it might be turned into powder!

"Eighty-One of Binding Dao: Breaking the Void!"

Boom!

The air shock shrouded in white light slammed into a huge transparent barrier that appeared out of thin air, and a strong shock wave erupted and spread to the surroundings. The pure energy collision did not produce any smoke, dust and mist, only light, dazzling The white light dazzled everyone.

The onlookers were surprised that the battle had suddenly changed from a simple temptation to an extremely fierce level, and they were also shocked by the No. 81 Ghost Dao that the leader of the Beijing band could instantly launch with just raising his hand.

But this giant transparent barrier only blocked the white light for a moment, and then the whole thing collapsed. The forty gods shot past and hit the murderous stone in the distance, making a loud noise like thunder. The extremely hard high wall of murderous stone There was a crack!

Where is the band leader in Beijing? !

Everyone was looking around the venue, but Jingle Chunshui was nowhere to be seen.

Although the power of Abandoning Chant's Breakthrough has dropped sharply, this kind of attack is too amazing!

Many captains present were astonished.

After the bang, there was dead silence.

Veins appeared around Huomen's eyes, and he suddenly looked towards the black shadow under his feet.

"Back to the days!"

His figure spun rapidly, engulfing the airflow to form a hemispherical chakra cover, and Jing Le, who was hiding in the shadow of Huomen and was about to launch an attack, was startled and hurriedly appeared and evacuated.

Strange!

That's weird! This way of fighting!

After forcing Jingle back, Huomen instantly dissipated and returned to the sky, turned around and gave another slap.

"Forty Gods Air Strike!"

This trick again!

Jingle held her breath and focused, and the spiritual pressure in her body burst out unreservedly. The powerful force made the surrounding officials who watched the sleeping pressure doubled.

Why is only the chief officer qualified to watch this exchange meeting? Ordinary gods of death can't bear the spiritual pressure of captain-level gods of death at all. If the battle is too fierce, ordinary people may faint directly in the aftermath.

Jing Le didn't dodge either, her eyes fixed on the white light that flew towards her.

"Eighty-One of Binding Dao: Breaking the Void!"

He also used the same ghost way as before, although he gave up singing again, but this time he was no longer as hasty as before.

boom!

The Forty Gods Shot hit the air-breaking barrier, emitting a dazzling light and a turbulent flow of spirit particles flying around.

This time the air attack was successfully blocked, but the air-breaking barrier was disintegrating under the impact.

Jing Le ignored these things, stood on the spot and raised one hand high, singing in her mouth: "There are faintly muddy coats of arms, rebellious and arrogant talents..."

"Broken Way: Ninety Black Coffins!"

"Forty Gods Air Strike!"

The two shot almost at the same time, but Jingle seemed to be faster, and the dark wall formed around the fire door, covering him in it.

A huge black cuboid appeared in the center of the field, just like its name, shaped like a pitch-black coffin.

boom!

As for the white light and the space-breaking barrier that were stalemate, the Forty Gods Air Strike broke through the defense again, but the track deviated, rushing from Jingle's side to the murderous stone wall in the distance.

Jing Le panted slightly, and the clothes on her body stopped dancing.

In the captain's seat, Hitsugaya Toshirō swallowed involuntarily. Although he knew that Kyoraku Shunsui's strength as a senior was unfathomable, he never expected that at this point, No. 80's Kidou would be able to give up singing and release , but also twice in a row!

After a short period of silence, the chief officers were about to cheer, but suddenly there were cracks on the huge pitch-black coffin, and there was a dazzling white light inside.

"this……"

Jing Le's expression was shocked, seeing more and more cracks on the black wall, finally, a dazzling white light pierced from it, and the entire black giant coffin burst open.

A figure was suspended in mid-air. The clothes on his upper body were somewhat damaged, revealing a robust body, but at the moment it was covered with black lines, and a "壱" symbol appeared on his chest and cheeks.

Kakashi and the rest of the crown guards were startled when they saw this.

"Huomen...when will he be able to fly?" He turned to look at Kai beside him, who also shook his head at him.

"Did His Majesty teach him?" Zhishui couldn't help but said, they all thought His Majesty was the only one who could fly in the empire.

Standing high above the sky, Huomen formed a semicircle with one hand. In an instant, dozens of golden light spheres condensed out of thin air. The next moment, they shot towards Jingle Chunshui below. explode.

Jingle had no choice but to keep running and dodging under the dense golden rain.

The jutsu used by Huomen comes from Otsutsuki on the moon. After Zhen received all the inheritance of Otsutsuki, including the ninjutsu used by the Otsutsuki family on the moon, he took the lead in letting Huomen learn it.

Jing Le seized the gap and jumped up, rushing towards the fire door.

"Not good enough to be alone!"

The whirlwind slashed by the two knives hit Huomen, but Huomen was far more flexible than Jingle thought, and directly dodged in the air, and Jingle could only fall after reaching a certain height.

The god of death can also fly, and it can be done by gathering spirit particles under his feet, but it is only limited to the present world, where the spirit particles are rare in this world, and the god of death can easily step into the air.

However, in the world of Soul Soul Realm, which is made up of spirit particles, the density of spirit particles is extremely high, and there is a soul mask to prevent spirit particles in the sky of Seireitei. Flying in the Soul Soul Realm is beyond the reach of ordinary gods of death. That's right, the only people who can do it are people of the level of Yuhabach and Bingzhubu Yibei.

While dodging the golden light rain, Jingle looked at the fire door protruding high into the sky, feeling very distressed.

The opponent's strength still exceeded his expectations. If he didn't perform the swastika, it would be difficult to defeat him, but his own swastika is very special...

Under the exchange meeting, the head of the team had issued an order that the swastika could be carried out in the competition.

But Jingle is a bit resistant to this, his swastika is very limited, and once it starts, it will be a situation of endless death, which is definitely not what both ninjas and Shinigami want to see.

If you don't just admit defeat...

A thought came to his mind.

But at this moment, the bombardment of Huomen in the sky stopped, and he landed slowly, looking at Jingle.

"What's the matter, the band leader of Beijing seems to have no intention of fighting." Huomen said.

"I remember that the liberation of Zanpakuto should have two stages, why doesn't the leader of the Beijing band swear it?"

He could feel that the other party didn't really use his full strength, so he said this.

As a strong man, Huomen naturally has his own dignity, even if it is not a life-and-death struggle, he cannot tolerate such a thing as letting the water go.

Jing Le grinned lightly: "For me, let's forget about the swastika, I'm not very proficient in using it."

These words are not bad for a layman like a ninja. The captains present were all moved when they heard the words, and they were surprised why the leader of the Beijing band did not want to use the swastika.

Huomen's face was slightly gloomy: "Is the leader of the Beijing band looking down on me?"

Jing Le waved her hands again and again: "Mr. Huomen, don't misunderstand, it's just...my solution is contrary to the original intention of this exchange meeting, and we don't have to have to decide the winner. If Mr. Huomen insists on this, then we should be ashamed." Admit defeat."

The corner of Huomen's mouth twitched, there was clearly a trap in this guy's words. What does it mean that he is obsessed with winning or losing? It seems that he has no pattern at all.

He squinted his eyes: "The leader of the Beijing band, our ten crown guards have many abilities in common, but I have only shown a small part. If you directly admit defeat like this, your companions may suffer in the next battle. .”

Jing Le laughed loudly: "Friendship comes first, competition comes second. This exchange meeting aims to deepen our mutual understanding, and we can cooperate more harmoniously in dealing with Xu in the future. It doesn't matter if we suffer a little bit, as long as It is good to maintain the stability of the world!"

This old fox!

Huomen cursed secretly.

"But." Jing Le suddenly restrained his smile again.

"If I admit defeat like this, Mr. Huomen probably won't enjoy himself to the fullest. Why don't we use the last trick to separate the winners and losers?"

Huomen's eyes narrowed.

"I wish I could!"

The atmosphere off the field became tense again, and everyone was looking forward to what kind of moves the two would make.

Huomen leaned down slightly, adopting the same posture as before.

"Sixty Gods Air Strike!"

Jing Le saw a more dazzling white light than before, but this time he stood motionless, and did not use any ghosts to fight against it, but his own spiritual pressure was soaring rapidly, which was even more terrifying than before !

This spiritual pressure... is it about to be undone? !

Many people in the captain's seat were thinking in their hearts. They stared at the scene in front of them for fear of missing something.

boom!

White light ran over! But Jingle was nowhere to be seen.

Huomen's eyes changed slightly, but he saw it, or didn't see it.

Bai Yan saw the person appear, but did not see the person move.

At this moment, there was a sharp knife on his neck, which was bitingly cold.

Jing Le whispered in his ear: "Mr. Huomen, don't be obsessed with my subordinate's swastika. If I really use it, there will be death between us."

Huomen's throat rolled down, his eyes were still full of disbelief, the opponent's speed was so fast, why didn't he show it just now.

Jing Le withdrew the saber, heaved a long sigh of relief, and the spiritual pressure on her body dropped instantly as if deflated.

"Actually, I wanted to admit defeat, but then I thought about it. I have lived for so long anyway. If I lose to you, who is only twenty years old, I am afraid that I will be scolded to death by the old man Shan. I am sorry, Lord Huomen."

Huomen turned to look at him, and Jingle showed a warm smile again.

After a moment of silence, Huomen asked, "Were you playing tricks on me just now?"

Jing Le smiled wryly and said: "Don't say that, it's very difficult to be in this state of being on the verge of being overwhelmed but not being able to do it, but this competition is over. In fact, at first I thought it would be a draw."

"...King Le, you have won."