A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 675 668. Enemy attack

night.

Rukia Kuchiki was lying on the bed in Kurosaki Ichigo's sister's room, the lights had been turned off, and the sound of even breathing could be heard in her ears.

And she was still looking at the moon hanging high in the night sky through the window with her eyes open.

Although she didn't feel anything, she always had a bad feeling.

It's not just her.

Almost everyone else couldn't sleep either.

In the next room, Kurosaki Ichigo opened the window and leaned on the window sill, also looking at the night sky. It was so peaceful.

Tonight's night was so peaceful that it felt unusual. The chirping of insects or the meowing of cats that could often be heard on weekdays had all disappeared.

Like the calm before the storm.

"Captain, if you really have no place to stay, you can come in."

At Inoue Orihime's house, Matsumoto Rangiku opened the window and stretched out her head to look towards the roof. At this moment, Hitsugaya Toshiro was lying on the roof, also looking at the night sky.

"Stop blabbering, take the time to recharge your batteries while you can rest..." Toshiro Hitsugaya just curled his lips in response to his subordinates' teasing.

Of course he would appear here to protect Inoue Orihime. After all, this was something the old man had promised.

Compared to Kurosaki Ichigo, this girl certainly has a higher priority.

I don't know if he is overly worried. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any big problems with a captain and a vice-captain here, but for some reason he always has an ominous premonition in his heart.

On the other side, under the streetlight in front of Urahara Store, Abarai Renji stared at the closed rolling shutter door with a straight face.

If it had been half a day, with a fierce-looking person like him staring at the door, no one would dare to enter the store to buy anything, which would affect the business.

But Urahara Kisuke, who had the most guilty conscience, didn't dare to make any objections at all.

"Manager, it seems that guy hasn't left yet. It's really annoying." Jinta lay on the ground and peeked at the situation outside through the gap between the floor and the door, complaining helplessly.

"Yeah...what exactly does he want~As the vice-captain of Soul Society, I can't help you..."

Urahara Kisuke had cold sweat on his forehead and covered his face with a fan in embarrassment.

In fact, he knew that this guy must have come here to ask questions about the situation that put Rukia Kuchiki in crisis before, and what the people who set up the situation wanted to do.

There was a man involved, so he definitely couldn't answer, so he could only close the door and pretend to turn a blind eye.

"Really, is now the time to focus on me?"

Urahara Kisuke raised his head and saw the ceiling of the store above his head, but what he was paying attention to at the moment was not his own store, but a certain direction in the night sky behind the ceiling, "The troublesome guy has appeared... the slow guy Haven't you... noticed it yet?"

Another roof.

"Don't you think it's strange? Yumichika."

Madarame's expression was serious and he asked seriously.

"What's wrong?"

Yumichika Ayasekawa was a little confused, thinking, could it be that this guy sensed the appearance of an enemy?

No matter how you think about it, it seems impossible. This guy is obviously the slowest one among them.

And this is indeed the case.

"That's it! 'Mayonnaise Mandarin Fish Handmade Rice Ball'!"

Madarame's eyes were fixed on the rice balls he had just bought from a convenience store, as if he had discovered a new world, "The rice balls can be made so exquisitely...and packaged in such complicated bags...the most important thing is There are many rice balls that are almost the same in that store... And I asked the store clerk, and she said that they receive the goods many times every day... This is outrageous! I can't see that the female clerk has such ability... There must be something behind this Someone else is manipulating it!"

"hehe……"

Yumichika Ayasekawa smiled helplessly, thinking that the female clerk did not have that ability, but the store manager did... There is indeed a very systematic supply chain behind the scenes...

Forget it, I'm too lazy to explain these issues to this country bumpkin who has never understood the real world. Anyway, this idiot with well-developed limbs and simple mind won't understand.

"What a coincidence...I was actually thinking about this too!"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became a little serious.

At the same time, almost everyone was looking somewhere in the sky at the same moment, with solemn expressions on their faces.

"coming."

Six powerful spiritual pressures suddenly appeared at the same time, and they seemed to have no intention of hiding them. When everyone noticed, these six auras had dispersed and flew towards all parts of the city.

"This reiatsu! It's an Arrancar!"

Kurosaki Ichigo held the agency certificate to let the spirit body detach from the body, then rushed out of the window without saying a word, and cautiously came to the window of the next room.

"Rukia!"

Click——

The window was pushed open.

Rukia, who also escaped from her body, appeared in front of Kurosaki Ichigo in her long-lost death form.

"One, two, three...six!" Rukia Kuchiki frowned as she looked at the spiritual pressure detector in her hand.

"Where are they going!?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked, "Are they coming to us?"

"There are indeed people coming this way...but...that's not right..." The look on Kuchiki Rukia's face became more solemn as she spoke, "The movement trajectory of those guys seems to be looking for spiritual pressure..."

"What's the meaning?"

"That is to say, no matter whether the spiritual pressure is strong or weak, they are their targets. Those... probably want to kill everyone here who has spiritual pressure!"

"!!"

Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils shrank sharply upon hearing this.

"That……"

"Then just get rid of these guys before they threaten others."

Kuchiki Rukia said with a smile.

"Forehead?"

Kurosaki Ichigo was slightly stunned.

After regaining her strength, Rukia now seems to be extremely confident.

"Don't be stunned, it's already here." Kuchiki Rukia reminded.

Hearing this, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly raised his head.

Joking laughter came, and a figure with an excited smile on his face appeared out of nowhere, looking down at them.

"Tsk, tsk, two gods of death... the boy with yellow hair... can be considered a target, right?" The figure murmured to himself, "Although we didn't meet the main target, it's better than the one we can't touch. The target side is more to my taste, you two are really... doomed!"

As he spoke, the figure landed lightly on the ground, his movements as light as a cheetah's.

The expression on Kurosaki Ichigo's face instantly became serious.

Because the spiritual pressure on the Arrancar in front of him seemed to be stronger than that of the big guy who fought with him before.

Not only him, but the expression on Kuchiki Rukia's face was also ugly.

This was the first time she felt such suffocating spiritual pressure.

Although she doesn't know how powerful she is, the only thing that's certain is... there is absolutely no way she and Ichigo can be opponents!

"hey-hey……"

The man chuckled and walked slowly over, "Arrancar No. 6 Grimmjow, please give me some advice? Death! So... between you two... who is more powerful?"

"Ichigo!! Run away!!!"

Kuchiki Rukia, who realized something was wrong, reminded anxiously, but it seemed that it was already too late.

puff--

Before she finished speaking, blood bloomed on her abdomen, and then her whole body slowly rose.

"It seems...it doesn't seem like you."

Grimmjow looked up at the god of death who was strung up by his arms, with a mocking look on his face.

"Rukia!!"

Seeing such a scene, Kurosaki Ichigo finally came to his senses and roared angrily.

Buzz——

The giant blade cut across the night sky and suddenly slashed towards Grimmjow's neck.

"Hey." However, listening to the whistling sound coming from behind, the smile on Grimmjow's face remained undiminished. He just put down his hand and threw Rukia Kuchiki to the ground, turned around and smiled contemptuously.

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On the other side, Madarame Ikkaku and Ayase River Yumichika also encountered enemies.

No... rather than encountering it, it's better to say that they found it themselves.

Their thoughts were surprisingly consistent with Rukia Kuchiki's, and they both wanted to get rid of the other party before they caused trouble.

It should be said that this is what a serious Shinigami should think about. After all, what they have to do is no different from usual, they are just trying to eliminate the 'empty' with the least impact.

"We're finally here! Is it this way!?"

Madarame Ikkaku jumped between rooftops with a knife in his hand, and finally locked on a breath.

"I'll be there right away! Yumichika!"

"OK."

Ayasekawa Yumichika responded with a smile.

The two figures landed steadily on the ground.

And the target they found seemed to have noticed their approach, and was standing in the middle of the road with folded hands and a smile, waiting for their arrival.

"Two gods of death... Haha, it seems that I haven't encountered them here either..."

The burly figure looked down at Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika who came to him, with a contemptuous smile on his face, "I have no choice but to kill you two first and then go find the target."

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On the roof, Hitsugaya Toshiro stood up expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the Zanpakuto behind his back.

"team leader."

Under the eaves behind him, Rangiku Matsumoto's figure climbed up.

She also felt a breath approaching and frowned.

"Where is Inoue Orihime?"

Hitsugaya Toshiro asked calmly, raising his head and looking at the empty space in front of him.

"I asked her to stay in the house and don't come out no matter what happens." Matsumoto Rangiku replied.

"Very good, then... get ready to face the enemy!"

As soon as Hitsugaya Toshiro finished speaking, two figures appeared in the empty space in front of them, standing out of thin air.

"Hello you all."

The leader greeted calmly.

The next moment, the leader's figure became blurry again.

"So fast!"

Matsumoto Rangiku's pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist to resist.

clang--

The sound of two metals meeting each other resounded.

The two Arrancars faced Toshiro Hitsugaya and Rangiku Matsumoto respectively.

"Arrancar No. 11, Xiaolong."

The blades collided together, and the Arrancar named Takaryu looked down at Hitsugaya Toshiro in front of him expressionlessly, and calmly stated his name.

"It's very polite...you actually know how to say hello first before taking action."

Hitsugaya Toshiro responded with the same expressionless expression, "I am the captain of the 10th division, Hitsugaya Toshiro."

"Captain of the 10th Division...that's really great!" Xiaolong's tone began to become a little excited, "So...I should be the luckiest one."

"No……"

The temperature suddenly dropped sharply, and ice began to spread from Hitsugaya Toshiro's feet. His tone gradually became colder, "I think you should be the most unfortunate one."

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Another place.

Renji Abarai, who was sitting on the ground leaning against a street lamp, slowly stood up.

He looked at the Arrancar standing above him in the void looking down at him, and then at the Urahara store where there was still no movement.

"Tsk. Do you plan to continue watching the show?"

Renji Abarai frowned slightly and drew out the Zanpakutō from his waist, preparing to face the enemy.

It was exactly what he thought.

That guy Urahara really knows something.

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Under the same dim street lights, the lights began to flicker.

Chatata Taihu, who had just bought dinner from the convenience store, stopped and raised his head to look in the direction of the street light.

The reason why the street lamp flickers is not because it is in disrepair, but because there is a figure standing on it at the moment. The terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from that figure may have interfered with the transmission of electricity.

"Can you see me?"

The visitor asked with some confusion, "Well, it doesn't matter. If it's not the God of Death, I can only guess wrong."

In fact, because they have not seen the target, they cannot confirm which spiritual pressure corresponds to whom, so they can only rely on guesswork to assign it.

Each chooses one of them based on intuition, and whoever wins the lottery will make no sense to the others.

Of course, they all hope to pick powerful prey when choosing. After all, no one really comes just to complete the task given by Lord Aizen.

Just taking a girl back would be too boring.

But at this moment, Di Roy was a little disappointed.

Because the target he guessed was neither the God of Death nor the main target, just a human being.

"It's... so disappointing."

The wind howled.

Di Luoyi raised his hand nonchalantly and approached quickly, thrusting his palm straight towards Chadu Taihu's chest, as if he wanted to penetrate his chest with a blow.

However, the next moment, his eyes became surprised.

Because the hand he thrust out was held by the human in front of him.

Snapped--

The plastic bag containing the instant lunch box bought from the convenience store did not fall to the ground until now, and Sadatora held the other's wrist expressionlessly.

This guy... is so weak.

It seems that Arrancars are indeed individuals with great individual differences, which does not mean that Arrancars are necessarily strong.

Just like the same Arrancar, Miss Nero and Mr. Balegang are not on the same level as the big guy they met before, and the guy in front of them now is more than one level weaker than the big guy they met before.

Even he was able to block the attack of the Arrancar in front of him with just the strength of his left hand.

Although the opponent is obviously not going all out, he probably won't be too strong even if he goes all out.

After all, when he met that big guy before, just a slight kick from him made him feel stressed.

Sadatora Taihu made a comparison in his mind while making judgments.

If it were just an enemy of this level, he felt that he should be able to deal with it.