The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 402 Fierce Battle Aizen

boom!
The surrounding spiritual pressure collided, showing the fierceness of the war.

The central area is a piece of tranquility.

The fire circle composed of orange karmic fire was burning in the hall, and the air did not have the sense of peace brought by the tranquility, but became heavy instead.

Let the people in it clearly realize that this is not a peaceful atmosphere produced by leisure, but a kind of pressure.

Ichimaru Gin's eyes drooped, and goosebumps protruded from his arms. He was really involved in the battle of a group of monsters.

Thinking so, there was no trace of fear in his tone, and he said with a smile: "Sorry, Master Aizen, I am trapped and cannot support you."

"It's okay, I can handle it alone."

Aizen let Ichimaru Gin take the fish in this battle by default. He hasn't met an opponent for a long time, and he wants to end by himself and play slowly, "Kisuke Urahara, if you rely on your brain alone, there are only so many things you can do. .

How sad.

If you can continue to study Bengyu in depth, maybe you can beat me and become a transcendent.

But you are bound by the so-called ethics and rules, and you have never been able to take that step, which will lead to today's failure. "

Shiraishi couldn't help but reply, "Don't talk so much, Aizen."

"Hehe, I'm not doing something absurd like predicting the future, I'm just telling the truth."

Aizen became more excited about the conversation, and said in a calm tone, "Whether it's thinking carefully, acting recklessly, or running away immediately.

From the moment you step into this hall, you are doomed to die.

come on.

You are all the undead of the old age. People who have died once a long time ago, why should they be afraid of death. "

"The kid can really talk!"

Yamamoto Genryuzai couldn't help his violent temper, and his prison clothes could no longer hide it, turning into a blazing heat that was visible to the naked eye, wrapping around his body, "I'll let the old man crush that tortoise shell."

"Yuan Liuzhai, don't be too impulsive."

Ichibei of the Bingzhubu stopped Yamamoto Motoryuzai from wanting to go all out.

"Let me do it." He said, waving the pen holder, spraying a large ball of ink from the blade forward.

Instead of splashing on Lan Ran, the ink was poured all over Ermei Wu Wangyue's body, dyeing him black and depriving him of his name.

"True type, white pen and one character."

Bingzhubu Yibei has lived for a long time, so much so that he is used to calling the swastika the oldest Shinda.

In an instant, a white light flashed, and the snow-white clouds drew a circle in the sky.

If you look closely, you can see that it is not a cloud, but white ink.

"Oh, you're still hiding a hand."

Aizen's expression was a little curious, what kind of power this so-called real fight possessed.

Ichibei of the Bingzhubu has a very serious expression. Last time, he didn't deliberately hide a hand of hole cards, but he couldn't use it.

At that time, there was no Shiraishi, and there was no Yamamoto Genryuzai. If he rashly exposed his hole cards, he would only put himself in a disadvantageous situation.

"Sword God Ermeiya Wangyue."

A military guard from the main military department waved a white pen and wrote these large pure white characters on the body of the pitch-black Ermei Wu Wangyue.

His primordial power can blacken a person, taking away the name and power of the enemy.

His 卍草白笔一character is to give the name.

The name given can be as weak as a black ant, or as powerful as a god.

For example, at the moment the sword god Ermeiya Wangyue.

Squeak, Shiraishi's black-gold cheeks made a piercing sound, as if being cut by a sharp blade.

He reached out and touched his cheek subconsciously, but there was nothing, and the passive shield was not activated.

That means he wasn't really attacked.

Just an illusion.

This recognition made Baishi's eyes a little shocked, and it was far more difficult to make him have an illusion than to actually attack.

That sharp air permeated the entire hall, and the source was Ermeiwu Wangyue.

There was a spiritual pressure in his body that was much stronger than himself, which was nothing.

More importantly, he seems to resonate with all the swords in the world, and he truly turns into an invincible sword god.

"Wang Yue!" A soldier from the main military department shouted, it is definitely not a good thing to give a powerful name that surpasses his own strength.

If virtue is not matched, there will be disasters.

It's just that in such a situation, the soldier's main department, Yibingwei, didn't care about the sequelae.

Ermeiwu Wangyue woke up from the feeling of omnipotence, stepped forward in a blink of an eye, and waved the sheath in his hand.

This unparalleled sharp blade became sharper and sharper under the blessing of the sword god's halo, and even the world could not bear it.

Bang, the barrier of the first layer of the world was cut, and the blade advanced towards the second layer.

"wind!"

Lanran raised his hand calmly, and simply said a word, which turned into thousands of sharp invisible wind blades.

Today, he no longer needs to use the ghost way, but uses his own vision to see through the essence of the world to create his own divine way on top of the ghost way.

There is no need for complicated chants, and each one is used without chanting. In terms of lethality, it exceeds 99% of the broken ways of full chanting.

A series of sharp wind blades made a hissing sound, and Bai Shi swung a wind wall, directly nullifying the wind blades.

Yamamoto Genryuzai relied on the prison clothes of the dying sun to resist directly, and the heat roasted the wind blades into a crispy taste.

Urahara Kisuke directly modified the ground, let himself fall, and avoided those wind blades.

A soldier in the main army waved a white pen and a character, and took off the wind blade with soft strength.

The two Wu Wangyue couldn't dodge, once they dodged the wind blade, it was tantamount to giving up cutting through the shield.

He could only grit his teeth, let the wind blades cut through the blackened body, and slashed down hard with the knives in both hands.

Pa, the azure shield was cut open by the sheath, and then became fragmented.

The two pieces of Wu Wangyue also shattered into pieces and fell downwards.

Yamamoto Genryuzai approached in an instant, and the Zan Ri prison clothes directly evaporated the minced meat.

Rather than worrying about the corpses of comrades-in-arms, being able to use this sacrifice to cause damage to the enemy is what the survivors should consider.

"Blue dye!"

Yamamoto Motoryuzai stared angrily, his long beard fluttered in the fire, and he swung the rising sun blade with a knife in both hands.

The scorched tip of the knife seemed to shatter when touched.

"Fire." Lan Ran read a sentence, and the long brown hair, skin, and white robe burned with holy white flames in an instant.

He turned into a tall Yanren, instead of avoiding the tip of the knife, he stretched out his hand to hold it, "How can a mere sun compete with the gods!"

The scorched tip of the knife was entangled with holy white flames, and Aizen planned to further tear off the prison clothes of the dying days on Yamamoto Motoryuzai.

After Baishi stepped forward and slashed around, he slashed the back of Lanran's head with a steel slash.

When the hero reaches the full level, any flat ace he swings can be added with the effect of slashing steel, which has the function of 100% locking the enemy.

Bai Yan behind Aizen turned into a lion attacking.

At the same time, Urahara Kisuke completed the renovation of the ground.

　ps: ask for leave tomorrow, take a day off

　　
　
(End of this chapter)