A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 697 690. Incompetent, furious

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Kurosaki Ichigo lay on the ground panting violently.

At this moment, he was bruised all over.

And not far in front of him, walking towards him slowly with a knife in his hand was Grimmjow who was also in a mess.

The outcome seems to have been decided. Although both of them looked equally distressed, Grimmjow at least still had the strength to stand up and continue swinging his sword, while Kurosaki Ichigo's physical strength had been exhausted due to the blur.

"hateful……"

Seeing Grimmjow walking towards him, Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth and slowly raised his hand to his forehead again, as if trying to blur again.

But unfortunately, even though he tried his best, the spirit condensed on his face dissipated in the next moment.

"Ha ha."

Seeing this scene, Grimmjow grinned and raised his foot.

boom--

With a violent blow, he kicked Kurosaki Ichigo fiercely in the abdomen, kicked his whole body out, and then rolled on the ground for an extremely long distance before stopping.

"It seems that your practice is not enough, Shinigami! Where is the momentum just now? The mask seems to be unusable! No..."

Grimmjow sneered and mocked, "Maybe it's because you haven't fully controlled that kind of power at all?"

As he said that, he slowly walked in again, the expression on his face became extremely cold.

"Using this kind of half-baked ability to deal with me is really underestimated by you... Is it because you think I only have one hand left, and that's enough?"

Clang——

Before Kurosaki Ichigo could reply, the knife in Grimmjow's hand stuck into his arm holding the knife, fixing his hand together with the Zanpakuto to the ground.

"So you can't move, can you?"

Grimmjow grinned, stretched out his hand, and the fluctuation of spiritual power rose in his palm, "Don't worry, I'll blow your head off with a false flash from this distance, even if you summoned the mask just now useless!"

Kurosaki Ichigo raised his head, staring at the shining light in Grimmjow's palm with a dull gaze.

Such a close-range false flash is undoubtedly not something he can bear now.

For a moment, he seemed to feel that death was approaching, but that feeling was frozen by the icy breath in the next moment.

"The next dance..."

The moisture in the air instantly froze Grimmjow's arm under the influence of the low temperature, and the condensed spiritual pressure was also wrapped in frost and collapsed.

Grimmjow frowned slightly and turned around, when someone came behind him.

This was the woman he could easily bring down before.

At this moment, Kuchiki Rukia looked at Grimmjow with cold eyes, and pointed the pure white Zanpakutō at him.

"Bai Lian!"

As the voice fell, several light arcs appeared in front of Kuchiki Rukia. She swung several knives at an extremely fast speed. The light arcs were the traces of the blade crossing the void, and the cold blade left fine pieces of ice in the void. The crumbs reflected sporadic light under the sun.

The light became more and more intense, and the place where the blade struck seemed to be accumulating strength.

At a certain moment, the condensed power reached the explosive point, and the arc light completely condensed into ice blades, cutting the ground and attacking Grimmjow.

boom--

"This is……"

Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the condensed ice in front of him in surprise, the icy mist was spreading, and with Grimmjow as the base point, almost the entire street in front of him was frozen by frost.

This seemed to be the first time he saw Rukia make a move. So this guy is so strong?
But Kuchiki Rukia doesn't think so.

After freezing the broken face in front of her eyes, she quickly came to Kurosaki Ichigo, trying to pull out the blade nailed to his arm.

"Don't talk, my strength can't control him for a long time."

Kuchiki Rukia checked the state of Kurosaki Ichigo while pulling out the knife stuck in the ground, seeing him trembling all over, she frowned, "Damn...you should have used too much strength, your whole body is shaking. Trembling... In that case, we're afraid—"

click -

Before she finished speaking, what she was worried about happened.

Crackling sounded.

The next moment, before Kuchiki Rukia had time to react, a hand grabbed her head.

"hateful……"

Kuchiki Rukia's eyes were full of unwillingness to stare at the figure that broke free from her own ice.

The blow just now was her full strength, because no matter what, she should be able to control this guy for a while. After all, this broken face seems to have been seriously injured, but she didn't expect to be freed so quickly. up.

"It's such an annoying look, Grim Reaper."

Grimmjow looked down at the woman in front of him with a cold expression.

This look disgusted him.

Because it's like seeing myself.

Without enough strength, I can only accept everything about myself unwillingly.

"Don't look at me now... Even so, I can't kill you with your strength! How naive!"

As he spoke, light flickered in the palm of his hand holding Rukia Kuchiki's head.

"Rukia!"

Seeing this scene, Kurosaki Ichigo growled and wanted to stop it.

This is a false flash of grabbing the head at zero distance. If it hits, there is no possibility of Rukia in front of her surviving!
But now he can't even raise his arm, let alone stop it.

"hateful!"

Just when everything seemed to be over, a piercing sound roared.

The flickering light accurately hit Grimmjow's arm, interrupting the condensed flash in his hand again.

"This is……"

Frowning slightly, Grimmjow withdrew his arm and looked at where he was hit.

The spiritual power left there made him feel strangely familiar.

False bullet?

"Really. I didn't intend to intervene in the war of the God of Death..."

A helpless voice came from behind.

Grimmjow turned his head and looked, only to see a figure with a Zanpakuto standing on a high place looking down at them, and it was this person who was complaining.

"But there is no way! Seeing someone being bullied in front of me, I really can't stand by and watch."

Hirako Mako calmly waved the Zanpakuto in her hand and pointed at the broken face below, "It's changed, now your opponent is me."

"who are you?"

Grimmjow asked with an unfriendly expression, "Are you also with this kid? Are they bothering you when they pop up one by one?"

"It doesn't matter who I am?" Mako Hirako asked back.

"This is..."

Faced with such an answer, Grimmjow's face became more and more gloomy. He bent down slowly, picked up the blade on the ground, and then just bent down like this and staggered to look at the movement. His steps became faster and faster. Angry like a wounded cheetah, it wants to tear apart the enemies in front of it.

"No matter who you are, it has nothing to do with me killing you!"

boom--

The blade hit the empty space like a heavy hammer.

Mako Hirako dodged the violent blow with a blank expression on his face.

"Tsk."

Seeing that the blow missed the air, Grimmjow straightened up staggeringly, turned his head to look at Hirako Mako, "You guys...you are really more angry than the other!"

"Why are you so angry? I seem to understand..."

Mako Hirako said expressionlessly, as if she didn't care about Grimmjow's appearance of going berserk, "Is it because of the arm? I remember the last time you came to this world, you should be much stronger than now."

"Don't worry about it!"

Grimmjow became more irritable as if he had been stabbed in a sore spot, and he kept chasing after Mako Hirako's dodging figure with his knife.

But this just achieved Hirako Mako's goal, and the distance between the two became farther and farther away from Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia.

"It's so sad, where did the numbers behind you go?"

Shinko Hirako flashed behind Grimmjow like a ghost, every word piercing his heart like a sharp arrow.

"Is it because it became weaker, so it was deprived?"

"Damn, go to hell!"

"It's so pitiful. Your companions are obviously in the other direction. Let me guess why you are here alone. Is it because you were abandoned? No matter what the weak do, they don't matter, so they don't care at all What do you want to do now."

"You bastard... die to me!"

Grimmjow violently swung the sharp blade in his hand, and slashed at Mako Hirako's forehead.

However, Mako Hirako just flicked the Zanpakuto in his hand and bounced off his full-strength slash.

"Don't be so angry, I have said that I can understand your feelings."

He said with a blank face, and then reached out to stroke his forehead.

"After all, we are all—outcasts."

click -

The ferocious mask was put on Mako Hirako's face in an instant, and the holes in the eyes showed unhuman pupils, as deep as a black hole, and an angry fire was burning in the abyss.

"!!!"

Looking at the mask that suddenly appeared on the opponent's face, Grimmjow shrank his pupils sharply, and subconsciously raised his knife to defend.

clang--

After the clear sound of swords and swords contending, his figure was knocked into the air like a kite with a broken string and fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Another mask!"

Standing up in embarrassment, Grimmjow stared fiercely at the figure looking down at him, "You really are with that kid!"

"It doesn't matter, right? After all..."

Hirako Mako's tone was cold, and she raised the hand holding the knife while talking.

"You're going to die soon."

Light flickered in front of his hand holding the Zanpakuto horizontally.

"False flash!?"

Grimmjow looked at the power gathered in front of the opponent in surprise.

Although the other party has a familiar aura, he can still tell that the other party is not a void, but a god of death.

So apart from them, is there anyone else who has the two powers of Death and Xu?
Why have I never heard that guy from Aizen mention it! ?

"hateful!"

The next moment, Grimmjow made a decisive decision, biting the Zanpakuto with his teeth, and pounced like a cheetah on Hirako Mako who was condensed with a flash.

At the same time, the same power was concentrated in his empty palm.

hum-

The light beam pierced the air, and Mako Hirako shot out a condensed virtual flash.

And Grimmjow didn't dodge or dodge, and faced the beam of light head-on.

boom--

After the violent roar, smoke and dust filled the air.

Hirako Mako was still standing in the distance, looking down blankly.

After the smoke dissipated, a embarrassed figure slowly straightened its back.

It was Grimmjow.

Although it looked like he was injured again, there was no doubt that he survived the fatal false flash just now.

"So that's the case... the same power is used to offset part of the damage..."

Hirako Mako's calm tone was unwavering.

"Wise thing to do, but that's all."

As he said that, the foothold under his feet dissipated, and he began to fall, landing firmly on the ground, slowly approaching Grimmjow with a knife.

"Although you have lost some of your strength, you can tell from your fighting style that you are still a qualified fighter. Keeping you alive will sooner or later hinder our revenge, so please disappear."

"The one who should disappear is you!"

Grimmjow slowly took the blade out of his mouth, roared angrily, and swung the knife again with the last of his strength, as if wanting to fight to the death.

The two knives approached extremely fast.

However, at the moment before the winner was decided, both knives stopped in mid-air.To be precise... it was held in the hands of someone.

An indifferent figure appeared between the two of them, and easily reached out his hands to catch the two blades that were about to touch with his bare hands.

"!"

Hirako Mako shrank her pupils sharply, looking at her blocked Zanpakuto in surprise.

He tried hard to withdraw the blade, but the force from the blade was like a mountain that could not be shaken.

His knife was seized.

Feeling the power coming from his hand, Ulquiorra gave Mako Hirako a blank look, and then let go of his hand.

Mako Hirako, who was already trying to retract the knife, retreated a distance because of his sudden let go.

"Ur... Kiora!?"

Grimmjow looked slightly angrily at Ulquiola who held his own blade to suppress him, and the look in his eyes seemed to be questioning why this guy wanted to stop him.

"Enough, the task is completed, let's go back."

Ulquiola said calmly, "You, who have lost part of your strength, can't even return to the sword. You don't know the result of continuing, do you?"

"hateful!!!!!!!!"

Angry roars resounded through the sky.

But soon stopped.

There was no response to impotent rage.

In the end, Grimmjow could only withdraw the blade in his hand unwillingly, and retreated behind Ulquiola.

"!!"

Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia were still wondering what Ulquiorra meant by "mission completed".

But when their attention was taken away from Ulquiola, they immediately realized the meaning.

Ulquiorra did not come alone, but another person appeared at the same time as him.

This person is very familiar to both them and Mako Hirako - Orihime Inoue.

"What's going on? Miss Orihime?"

Hirako Mako frowned slightly and asked.

Although he really wanted to get closer to ask for clarification, the sudden appearance of this guy in front of him made him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Is this the true power of Aizen's 'Ten Blades'?
He felt a power from Ulquiola that was completely incomparable to that of Grimmjow, who was missing an arm, and it was as unfathomable as an abyss.And the opponent hasn't even used the 'returning edge' to liberate stronger power.

(End of this chapter)