Bleach: The Strongest Kenpachi Starting from Signing In

Takeda Tomofumi spread his five fingers and manipulated his power, causing the earth to press against Asuka Mei's body.

Asuka Mei naturally wouldn't just sit idly by and wait to die. Her spiritual pressure was constantly being squeezed until she was on the verge of her final breaking point.

For some reason, even though he was about to die, he felt an indescribable joy inside.

It's as if I've grown up again...

Suwa Myojin is a land deity in Japan.

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Chapter 124 The Initial Explanation Words Are Hard to Think Of

"Kinsara Symphony No. 11—"

"Izayoi Rose!"

On the battlefield riddled with cracks, Lou Shilang was like an elegant dancer, his every move exuding an artistic aura.

He brandished his long whip, swinging it straight ahead.

Kinsara emitted a sharp whooshing sound as it headed straight for Aizen.

The sharp sound of steel clashing erupted here.

Facing the third seat of the third division, without the pressure from Takeda Tomofumi, Aizen didn't have much interest in getting entangled with him.

Having witnessed the previous battles and gained a better understanding of Asuka Akira.

He was well aware of Ru Yueming's upper limit of strength.

If it were just an ordinary Shinigami captain, like Fuchigami or Tsunayoshiro Ansai, Akira might be able to handle him, and with a burst of power, he might even be able to defeat him.

However, Takeda Tomofumi has been in office for over a century, making him a typical veteran captain whose strength far surpasses that of the likes of Fuchi no Ue.

With Ruyue Ming's current strength, she is highly likely to be utterly defeated or even killed by the opponent...

Thinking of this, Aizen felt inexplicably annoyed.

Even the power he used when swinging his sword was much stronger than usual.

Just as the blooming golden jasmine flower collided with the blade, producing a sharp, metallic clanging sound, the golden whip dancing in the air suddenly spun around, creating ripples that spread out instantly.

A burst of brilliant colors erupts amidst the dazzling light, as if the sound of a musician's solo is playing out in the background.

Listen.

"This is a beautiful death!"

Lou Shilang's lips curled up slightly, as if he could already foresee his opponent's fate. With the burst of his spiritual pressure, his golden whip spread out like ripples.

Magical clouds bloomed in the sky, constantly impacting Aizen's spiritual pressure defense.

The sound of shattering echoed layer after layer, and the aftershocks spread.

A surge of turbulent spiritual pressure erupted from the golden whip, forming a fleeting, violent attack.

Aizen activated Shunpo, flashing between a wide range of attacks.

Unlike some thick-skinned guys, he would suffer a huge drain on his spiritual pressure if he were to withstand an attack of this level, which would affect the outcome of the battle.

It must be admitted that this third seat of the Third Division can definitely be called the first seat of the Thirteen Divisions.

In terms of spiritual pressure alone, he is already on par with some captains.

Moreover, judging from his relaxed expression, it seems that the opponent has not yet used his full strength.

Aizen frowned slightly, unwilling to linger with him for too long.

If he delays any longer, he might only be able to collect Ruyueming's body.

"Want to escape?"

Sensing Aizen's intentions, Loujuro chuckled, "Or are you worried about your comrades?"

"Don't worry, he won't last long."

"You should be worried about yourself now. Enjoy the beautiful music to your heart's content. The musical notes will dance on your corpse."

As he was explaining, Aizen keenly noticed that countless golden threads had appeared all around him.

"Did you find it?"

Noticing his gaze, Lou Shilang's smile widened. "Unfortunately, it's too late."

"The parallel lines of Kinshasa are enough to crush everything they touch."

"Including your body!"

The moment the words fell, countless golden threads instantly converged, wrapping around Aizen's body and slashing at him. The air emitted mournful cries, and the sharp tearing sound was reminiscent of cloth being forcibly torn apart.

Aizen retreated rapidly, pushing his Shunpo to its limit, leaving afterimages appearing one after another on the battlefield.

Despite his quick reaction, he was still touched by the golden threads.

A tearing sound rang out, and sharp parallel lines pierced through the Bakudo Curved Light, ripping the hem of the Shinigami Suit.

"Such fast Instant Step!"

Lou Shilang exclaimed in surprise, "You actually dodged my performance!"

Aizen lowered his gaze slightly, glanced at the cracks in his Shinigami armor, and calmly replied:

“Your initial release appears to have transformed into a golden whip weapon.”

"But in reality, it is woven from countless parallel golden lines that can be disassembled and reassembled."

"Very good ability, and the development is also very good."

"By launching two large-scale attacks, you blocked my escape routes and finally settled the battlefield here. Is this your plan, Rojuro Hōhashi?"

The calm voice kept ringing in his ears, and Lou Shilang's previously confident expression instantly turned gloomy.

He had considered many possible developments, but he never expected that all his calculations would be seen through by the other party.

What's even more terrifying is that, despite only a few brief encounters, the enemy had already seen through the true nature of Kinsara's Shikai.

It should be noted that even the highly experienced Vice Captain of the Archery Range, who served as the combat commander of the Third Division, could not see through his abilities during the battle.

But this guy in front of me actually did it.

Lou Shilang abandoned his contempt, and his expression became more serious.

"Since that's the case, then I won't keep anything to myself anymore."

"Prepare to receive the most special gift, which I have prepared with great care."

"Solution—"

"Jinshalu Dance Troupe!"

The moment the words fell, a dazzling spiritual pressure surged and rippled like a tidal wave, eventually engulfing the entire battlefield.

Aizen clearly saw that the Zanpakuto in Loujuro's hand had turned into a small golden stick.

The spiritual pressure manifested as endless golden threads, which nimbly and continuously wove together in the surroundings and the sky.

Strange humanoid creatures with long, slender limbs appeared on both sides of the battlefield, their enormous golden hands weaving into shapes that constantly changed with Lou Shilang's movements.

Like a puppeteer manipulating puppets.

"The Kinshasa Dance Company is a dance company that plays death."

"They will present you with their most outstanding performance, the first piece of music—"

"Current!"

The golden flowers on the dancers' faces slowly bloomed, and their slender arms were raised high as they danced around Aizen in a dance called art.

As the rotation accelerated, surging ocean currents appeared all around, washing away everything in sight and constantly eroding Aizen's external spiritual pressure defense.

Lou Shilang waved his baton, and the confident expression returned to his face.

"Let's sing a song of pain and fear together, following the rhythm of the ocean's whirlpool."

The ocean currents transformed into whirlpools, and the immense force compressed Aizen's body, fixing him in place and rendering him unable to move.

At the same time, he frowned slightly, noticing something amiss.

Seeing that his attack had subdued the enemy, Lou Shilang's smile grew even more confident:

"Next up is the second piece—"

"The messenger of the volcano!"

A blazing flame ignited in the center of the golden salvia flower blooming on the dancer's face, distorting the surrounding air.

Seeing this, Aizen's lips curled slightly, and he calmly said:

"That's it, I understand."

Flames burst forth from between the flower's stamens, instantly rushing towards Aizen's location.

However, the expected wails and screams did not occur, and even the terrifying flames that were powerful enough to distort the air were extinguished halfway through.

Lou Shilang stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend the scene before him.

He gripped the baton tightly, momentarily wondering if he had been affected by the other party's illusion.

Lou Juro remembered clearly that Takeda Tomofumi had said that the Zanpakuto of the enemy before him was capable of creating illusions.

Looking at Lou Juro, whose face was full of doubt and wariness, Aizen calmly said:

"There is no Zanpakuto in Soul Society that can simultaneously control water and fire, and there is a certain connection between Shikai and Bankai."

"Your initial interpretation is to manipulate golden parallel lines."

"Bankai, on the other hand, seems to be a further enhancement of Shikai, which involves weaving puppets called the Kinsara Dance Troupe with silk threads."

"But in reality, there are huge differences between the two."

"Isn't appreciating music supposed to involve the sense of hearing?"

Lou Shilang's pupils shrank sharply, and the confidence on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by undisguised fear.