Is this Shiraishi's spiritual pressure?

Shiba Kūkaku pulled back a distance, the cold chill still lingering around him, trying to penetrate the spirit body.

The air exhaled from the mouth turned into cold air.

The dust hundreds of meters away was gently waved and scattered in the air. The black spots stood up from far to near, fading away from the shadow, revealing a clear appearance.

Shiba Konghe's mouth opened slightly, "Shiraishi?"

The guy in front of him couldn't see the appearance of Shiraishi at all. His skin showed a bit of dark metallic luster, making the dark armor seem to be inlaid on the body surface.

A pair of eyes glowed with orange flames.

The face is like a statue made of metal, full of manly masculinity.

After a brief moment of shock, Shiba Kukaku couldn't help but think, if he was hugged by a white stone with this shape...

It should be as hard as iron in every aspect, right?

She imagined the scene in her mind, dark and white entangled in the endless grassland.

"This is what my swastika looks like," Shiraishi's appearance changed, but his tone was still so gentle, "You stay away, I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh." Shiba Kūkaku responded blankly, cursing in his mind that he was really out of his mind for still thinking about those messy things under such circumstances, "Be careful."

"fine."

The eyes turned into orange flames and stared forward.

Tiandaoxun didn't make any move, he just stood there and watched, facing his gaze, and responded with a smile.

She didn't care at all whether Shiba Kukaku left or not.

The strength of ordinary captains cannot enter her eyes.

The white-knuckle fighting skills she has honed so hard are not used to kill weak chickens, but to kill tigers and leopards.

Of course, if Kukaku Shiba insists on fighting her, she will never show mercy.

Anyone who dares to challenge her, whether they are young, old, women or children, will only die.

She is the strongest.

To prove this, she will defeat all powerful enemies visible to the naked eye.

Tiandao Xun took a horse stance and clenched his hands into fists, "Let me see if you have inhuman strength in your inhuman form!"

……………

The yellowed scroll was pulled out from the box at the bottom and spread out silently on the table. It was a very simple portrait painting.

The bald old man stared at the portrait quietly, his narrowed eyes not as sharp as before, showing a little reminiscence.

The brewed tea emits steam.

The door opened quietly, and a man came over with documents in his arms, "Sir Genryuzai, these are the funding reports for next month applied by each division."

While talking, the man with a mustache walked to the table and saw the painting, "This is it, so you still have it."

"I asked Xun to participate in that cruel war, but I didn't discover in time that her mind was contaminated by the war, so that..."

Yamamoto Genryusai pursed his lips. In order to maintain the order of Soul Society, he would sometimes do things against his will.

Among those things, Xun's incident made him feel most regretful.

The original Tiandao Xun was obsessed with boxing, but it was still within the normal range and did not rise to the point where he insisted on beating people to death.

It was he who dragged him into the battle that would determine the fate of Soul Society.

In the end, it was he who neglected to care for Tiandao Xun, causing the other party to go completely astray.

If, at that time, that night, he could keep Xun, instead of simply believing that I'm fine.

Will things develop differently?

Maybe it's because he's old, but Genryusai Yamamoto can't help but think about things that are impossible to reverse.

"Master Yuanliuzhai, this is not your fault. Jinglingting was just established at that time, and there were many things waiting for you to deal with."

Chojiro spoke up in defense.

Yamamoto Genryusai smiled bitterly. Only in front of this old subordinate could he occasionally tell the truth.

"Report!"

The members of the Liting team suddenly fell down from the roof, knelt on one knee and said: "According to the news from the Technology Development Bureau.

In the West Thirteenth District, the spiritual pressure of Demon Fist Kaoru Tendo and the spiritual pressure of Shiraishi's acting captain and former wanted criminal Shiba Kukaku were discovered. The three of them are suspected of being at war."

"What!

"

Yamamoto Genryusai clenched the scroll with his hands, stood up and shouted: "Immediately..."

After a pause, his eyes narrowed a little and he regained his original calmness.

If the captain was asked to go to support him, with Xun's character, he would most likely give up the fight.

At that time, it will not be easy to find someone.

He was lost in thought.

Takuchojiro looked a little nervous and urged: "Master Genryusai, you should know the strength of Miss Kaoru best, so you should hurry up and ask other captains to step forward to support."

Miss Xun? A doubt flashed through the mind of Captain Riting, who lowered his head. Hearing the title of Vice Captain of the Sparrow Division, it didn’t sound like he was addressing an escaped prisoner who was full of crimes.

Yamamoto Genryusai stared at the scroll in his hand, made up his mind, raised his head and said: "Immediately inform the captain of the fourth division, Unohana Retsu, and the captain of the seventh division, Komamura's left formation, to come to the first division building.

I want to go to Nishi Rukongai in person!"

"Lord Genryusai!" Takuchojiro exclaimed in surprise.

Yamamoto Genryusai did not waver at all. In the face of justice, even the woman he loved could not continue to let go.

Otherwise, how should he face his companions who sacrificed their lives to create a stable order?

…………

"I never let a woman down."

Shiraishi watched Shiba Kukaku go away, without any scruples in his heart. He pulled out the sword with his hand, and orange light shone on the blade. Flames emerged from the light and quickly wrapped around the blade.

A smile appeared on Kaoru Tendo's face. She learned through the Purgatory Chamber of Commerce that Genjiro was burned to death by a flame that would not go out. "You kid, you can't please me with just your mouth."

Shiraishi did not continue to speak, and used the forward slash to approach forward without passing through the opponent's body, and stopped one step away.

The sword was swung forward, and orange flames emerged from the blade, like a huge surging wave.

The firelight painted the surrounding area with an orange coat.

Tiandaoxun inhaled, and veins and blood vessels appeared on the white and tender arms under the sleeves, twisting in different directions to the back of the hands.

Exhale.

The violent spiritual pressure surged along the veins and exploded on the back of the hand.

boom!

Two completely different hurricanes tore through the fire waves in front of them and carried them forward for several miles. The vacuum formed in the middle was enough to quickly put a person into a disabled state.

The wind on both sides can directly smash people into pieces.

But not a drop of blood.

Where did the people go?

Tiandaoxun raised his eyebrows and looked at the small woods on the left and right, but did not notice the spiritual pressure.

Apart from the initial burst of spiritual pressure from the swastika, she could no longer detect the spiritual pressure released from Shiraishi.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome. Do you want to catch up and kill that woman?"

She deliberately spoke her thoughts out loud and took a tentative step forward.

Card.

there!

Almost as soon as the sound hit his ears, Tiandao Xun walked to the small woods on the right, and his eyes saw the branches broken by stones.
Chapter completed!