Chapter 149 Recognition

"Broken Path No. 31: Red Fire Cannon!"

Urahara Kisuke stretched his right hand forward, and a large number of spirit seeds condensed in his palm, bursting out with blazing flames, forming a huge fireball in an instant.

Seeing this, Nozomi Ohmaeda nodded with satisfaction.

It was indeed good. Both the release speed and the power were remarkable. Even he couldn't do it better than Urahara Kisuke.

Sure enough, Ru Yueming was right.

Kisuke Urahara is indeed a rare talent.

boom!

The scorching heat left a burning mark on the ground of the dojo, and the burnt smell spread everywhere.

Seeing this, the members of the general army who were watching were even more surprised.

Unexpectedly, there are such masters hidden among ordinary team members.

etc.

What is the boy opposite doing? !

When everyone noticed Ru Yueming, their pupils shrank immediately. Even Xizhijin's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to take action.

Unfortunately, it's still a step too late.

The red fire cannon hit his body directly, and the explosive flames instantly engulfed him.

Before anyone could scream in surprise, an intact figure slowly walked out of the flames, grinning and looking at Urahara Kisuke opposite:

"Use all your strength, Kisuke."

The corners of Urahara Kisuke's eyes and mouth twitched. Is it too late for him to admit defeat now?

He didn't want to fight with monsters, someone would die.

The gods of death nearby were dumbfounded.

Rao has rich combat experience and has seen many talented and powerful people, but Ru Yueming still allowed them to see the diversity of species.

It turns out that the God of Death can also resist the Red Cannon!

"Broken Path No. 32: Yellow Fire Flash!"

"The Thirty-three of the Broken Paths: Blue Fire Falling!"

Urahara Kisuke gritted his teeth and unleashed two consecutive attacks, mixed with the high-end skills of double chanting and subsequent chanting.

Such a display of skill was naturally visible to others.

The onlookers of the Second Division Shinigami once again had a clearer understanding of Urahara Kisuke's strength.

The last time is also the highest position!

Seeing this, Xizhijin's expression became much more serious.

It was indeed his fault that such a talent was not discovered within the team.

It seems that every team member will be strictly scrutinized in the future.

The azure explosion flames carried a cherry-colored shock wave across the floor, leaving a dark scorch mark.

"This is decent."

Ruyue Ming raised the sword, and the superb cutting skills suddenly appeared. The silver arc reflected from the front, like a full moon, shining in all directions.

Death Sword Style Hazy!

He hasn't used swordsmanship for a long time, so people in the world are always biased against him.

In fact, his painting style can also be elegant and unrestrained.

The vertical slash of the blade light fell, and the double path was instantly split into two, rushing out towards both sides, directly shattering the floors on both sides.

Kisaragi Akira stepped forward, and his Zanpakutō fell across the sky, curling up the blade's light. As the spiritual pressure on the blade burst out, he slashed vertically and horizontally, leaving deep slashes on the floor.

The momentum is violent and gives people a feeling of suffocation.

Surprisingly, despite this, Urahara Kisuke still did not lose at the first opportunity. Instead, he performed with ease and even counterattacked between attacks.

Even if his counterattack can't cause any effective damage.

"Cry, Hong Ji."

The red light bloomed, and a wisp of red clouds flashed on Urahara Kisuke's Zanpakutō, and its shape changed slightly.

The most important spiritual pressure has increased significantly.

Now, it is almost the same as Ru Yueming.

But even if he tried his best, the suppression from Ru Yueming still did not relax at all, and instead became more terrifying.

The extremely violent kendo attack gradually spread out, like a sudden storm, coming towards his face.

The silver blade light and the red sword pressure intersected, and the latter shattered at the touch, leaving him completely powerless to fight back.

Razor Red Princess!

The red sword burst out, carrying powerful spiritual pressure, and slashed straight forward.

when!

The sound of the collision of gold and iron echoed in the dojo.

Looking at Kisaragi Ming who never retreated, Urahara Kisuke's heart skipped a beat.

Because he knew that this battle could not be avoided, he did not hold anything back in case Ru Yueming had another seizure someday and suddenly came to compete with him.

In order to settle things once and for all, Urahara Kisuke is willing to reveal a little bit of his strength.

But what he didn't expect was that even if he used all his strength, he would still be suspended.

There was no way to fight back the whole time.

The Blood Cloud Shield was shattered by Ru Yueming's punch.

Split it, Hongji.

Countless red arrows of light erupted, but they were all blocked by his sword skills.

Restraint, Benihime.

The blade exuded a network of black spiritual pressure, trying to restrain Ruyue Ming, but just halfway through, it was torn apart by brute force, making it impossible for subsequent fire beads to connect.

Obviously from the outside, he doesn't look very strong.

But the strength of its spiritual body is frighteningly high.

Hasty broken paths or Zanpakutō moves cannot break the defense at all.

Even every time he resisted Ruyue Ming's sword attack, he could feel the majestic power coming from the blade.

After just a few collisions, my arms felt numb.

Too exaggerated.

Finally, under the violent offensive, Urahara Kisuke gave up resistance, slumped on the ground without any image, and waved his hands repeatedly:

"No more fighting, just admit defeat!"

Benihime was impaled on the floor, and Urahara Kisuke found that his arms were shaking, and even half of his body was in a state of weakness.

There is absolutely no chance of winning.

Akira Kisaragi pulled off the sheath on the wall, sheathed the sword, rearranged her instrument, and slowly came to Urahara Kisuke.

This level of fighting was not even a warm-up for him.

But since my performance is acceptable, I won't worry too much about him for the time being.

"Not bad, not bad, such strength is enough."

Akira Kisaragi grabbed Urahara Kisuke's shoulders and lifted him off the ground:

"I'm very satisfied with your performance. Let's talk about rewards next."

Upon hearing this, Urahara Kisuke suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest.

The last time Kisaragi Ming told him about the reward, he directly showed the ugly face of the bureaucracy and took out a mountain of paperwork and asked him to complete it within one day.

This time there is such a big battle, who knows what this guy will do in the end.

He was about to refuse, but before he could speak, he was cut off by Ru Yueming:

"From today on, you are the vice-captain of my eleventh squad!"

Urahara Kisuke: "?"

This can no longer be described as scary, it is simply terrifying.

He is just a Death Soldier, how can He De be the deputy captain of the 11th Squadron? !

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

Under the heavy pressure of someone's palm, Urahara Kisuke grinned.

"What's appropriate and inappropriate."

Ru Yueming waved his hand: "I just say yes. The appointment of the deputy captain does not need to go through Room 46, and there is no need to ask Old Man Shan."

"Besides, your strength barely passes the test, and your wisdom is second only to mine."

"The choice for vice-captain is none other than you, Kisuke!"

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Urahara Kisuke could only force out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Now I really fell into a den of thieves.

He could already imagine his miserable life in the future.

…………

West Rukong Street, District 1.

Bustling Flower Street, Taoyuan Winery.

"Senior Brother Chunshui, is it really okay for you to bring me to a place like this without telling Vice Captain Lisa?"

Ruyue Ming looked at the slightly bubbling sake in the cup, a trace of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Since he came to this world, he rarely drank. The bottles of sake he occasionally won during the lottery were all sacrificed to the One-Eyed God.

Judging from his reaction, Mimihaki seems to like this kind of sacrifice.

In order to help him, Ru Yueming later kept all the sake and other things for use in sacrifices.

All I can say is that the boss is happy.

Kyoryu touched his unshaven chin: "Well, if you don't tell me about this kind of thing, and I don't tell you, who will know."

"Junior brother, don't be too tight in your life. Relaxation is the correct attitude towards life."

After saying that, Kyoryu waved, and soon, a beautiful geisha in a kimono came to him and poured him wine respectfully.

"Besides, senior brother is treating us, what are you afraid of?"

Kyoraku took a sip of his drink and chuckled, "Besides, this is the most luxurious wine shop in Rukongai, and there will be an art performance by the oiran later."

"That won't work."

Ruyue Ming shook his head, "I probably won't be able to watch tonight."

"Why?" Jingle was startled and raised his head.

"I made an appointment with Sister Lie to admire the moon."

"Sister Lie?" Jingle was confused. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind while he was thinking. His eyes widened immediately and he asked in astonishment: "You can't be talking about..."

"Captain Unohana?!"

Kisaragi Akira nodded, he could only accept Kyōraku's kindness.

The wine is good and the geisha is good-looking.

Unfortunately it's just too soft.

In comparison, Maozhihualie is more suitable for him.

He is beautiful and capable of fighting. Once he gets into the mood, he is even more reckless than him. It can only be said that he is worthy of the name of the first generation Kenpachi.

"It's okay to lie to senior brother, just don't lie to yourself."

Jingraku Yiraku patted Kisaragi Ming on the shoulder, "As long as you say that you went to admire the moon with the girls from the Sifengyuan family, senior brother will not suspect anything."

"But if it's Captain Unohana..."

He shook his head, looking disbelieving.

Ruyue Ming didn't say much.

After tasting the sake and confirming that it tasted good, I packed up two more bottles and took them away, recorded them all in the account of Jingraku Shunshui, and left Taoyuan Winery directly.

Looking at his retreating back, Jingraku Chunshui rubbed his frosted chin, thoughtfully.

…………

Division 4, dojo.

Heavy and sticky murderous intent continued to permeate the spacious venue, as if there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the cold, bone-eroding murderous intent lingered wantonly.

The moment the sound of drawing the sword sounded, the flower of Mao moved violently.

The white figure flitted lightly across the floor, the clothes were fluttering wildly, and at the moment when gold and iron intertwined, brilliant sparks burst out and flew.

Ruyue Ming held her breath and concentrated on drawing her sword to meet the cut. She started with the reverse cassock and perfectly displayed the exquisiteness of the Death Sword Style.

Maozhihualie saw this, and there was a hint of joy in his gentle eyes.

From barely parrying at the beginning, to a steady and steady fight, and now evenly matched, they are evenly matched.

Ruyue Ming's progress speed is visible to the naked eye.

The lifespan of the God of Death is extremely long, so any aspect of cultivation is measured in years.

For example, it will take decades or even longer to complete the initial solution.

A shinigami with little talent, he didn't even know the name of his Zanpakutō until he died.

As for the swastika, it's even more difficult.

Any Shinigami who can master Swastika is qualified to be included in the annals of Soul Society and be recorded in textbooks.

Therefore, a talent like Ru Yueming's is already quite exaggerated.

Whether it is swordsmanship, spiritual pressure, or other aspects, his performance is enough to be said to be rare in a hundred years.

Unohana Retsu smiled slightly, holding the slightly curved Zanpakutō tightly in his white palms. He tapped his toes and sighed:

"It really makes people happy."

"But if you have such strength, I shouldn't need to let you go, right?"

Looking at the gentle smile in front of him that contained murderous intent, a coldness suddenly rushed to the back of Ru Yueming's head, and the dangerous instinct spread crazily deep in his skull.

The moment of blur almost made his entire consciousness surrender to the terrifying murderous intent.

The next moment, a white figure flashed past, arriving in front of Ruyue Ming silently, holding the Zanpakutō behind his back, and slashed towards Ruyue Ming's neck.

The movement was too gentle and gentle, as if there was no threat, just like the gentle caress between lovers.

But in fact, what Ru Yueming noticed was an extremely awe-inspiring cold murderous intention.

Swift and fast, if it weren't for the danger instinct, this blow would have cut off his throat.

Unlike the usual battles, under the moonlight, Maozhihualie seemed to have unlocked the seal, letting out his murderous intent.

Boom!

The blade was instantly blocked.

Death Sword Style·Pull the Clouds!

Kisaragi Akira abandoned all irrelevant thoughts and concentrated on dealing with Unohana Retsu's swordsmanship.

Amid the trembling of the air, Moonlight raised his arms and slashed out with a shimmering blade, reflecting a silvery white glow under the moonlight.

The incomplete arc seemed to be engraved in the moonlight. While tearing apart the spiritual pressure, it collided with the Zanpakutō in Unohana Retsu's hand.

Brilliant sparks flying!

During the fierce battle, Unohana Retsu's expression became more and more joyful, and her braids had a faint tendency to unravel, and her crimson spiritual pressure hung on her body like blood.

The killing intent is piercing!

In an instant, the blade in Ru Yueming's hand stirred up a storm unique to the Death Sword School, and countless brilliant slashing techniques rolled forward.

The blade light dispelled the darkness and even suppressed the moonlight.

Uzhihua Lie's eyes flashed with unconcealable joy, as if he was happy that he had found a suitable opponent.

The battle between the two became more intense and violent.

The naked killing intent is vented wantonly, the blade is swaying, and the dazzling light is constantly bursting out.

Pfft——

The sound of flesh and blood tearing resounded in the dojo, and a handful of blood splashed on Uozhihana Retsu's cheeks, and the snow-like skin showed mottled bright red.

Looking at the figure who was covered in bruises and still fighting tenaciously, Uozhihua Lie raised the corners of his mouth and whispered in an undetectable voice:

"I'm very happy..."

"I can witness your growth again and again..."