The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 403 In the end, Shiraishi will take care of it all

There are many cracks in the ground.

Urahara Kisuke's Swastika Kannon Kaihonghime Kai can reconstruct and transform anything touched by the Zanpakutō, including living creatures and buildings including himself.

Objects transformed by him will show traces of sewing like needlework.

Now, he's transformed the ground into a trap that cracks open when stepped on.

Lan Ran's feet stepped on the ground, the gap opened suddenly, and a bottomless abyss formed, and there was a strong suction force, as if a pair of hands grabbed Lan Ran's feet from underneath and pulled them in.

In the blink of an eye, Aizen's body was inevitably shaken, and then he was forced down by the pressure from both sides.

Man falls into the abyss.

"what!"

Yamamoto Motoyanagi drank loudly, the prison clothes of the dying day were in full bloom, and the faintly leaked high temperature turned the walls on both sides into hot magma.

Under the continuously superimposed spiritual pressure, the Remnant Fire Taidao finally tore apart the holy Baiyan, turned Aizen's right hand into ashes and scattered it, and went straight to the waist underneath, vainly trying to cut it off.

At the same time, the orange karmic fire devoured Bai Yan in reverse, breaking through it inward.

Aizen is already immortal, and his super-speed regeneration can be immune to the common sense that he must die in half.

But Shiraishi's karma is tricky.

He didn't want to experience the pain of karma burning his body again, and he didn't continue to be a wooden man who only used brute force.

It is still a bit difficult to face the combination of several of them just by standing still.

Aizen chose to move quickly, passed through the two of them in an instant, and rushed back to the courtyard.

The right hand regenerates at super speed, and Bai Yan winds up.

One of the guards from the head of the army had already retreated to Sijie, swaying a large swath of ink forward.

Kisuke Urahara remodeled the roof, creating stone thorns to fall down.

The two people below also caught up.

At the critical juncture, Aizen looked calm and said one word, "Shuang."

In an instant, the chill was overwhelming.

Aizen stepped to the edge and fell, the ground was covered with white wax-like thick hoarfrost, and even the ceiling was covered with streaks of icicles.

The entire courtyard becomes an ice palace.

Not only here, the hoarfrost extends outside the main hall, covering an area of ​​at least three to four kilometers.

The speed of the cold air was so fast that people couldn't react, and even the karmic fires froze into the shape of ice in place.

Fire and ice restrain each other, and whoever has the highest or lowest temperature wins.

Ichimaru Gin let out a breath of white air, rubbed his arms and jumped out of the frozen karmic fire, boasting: "It's amazing, Aizen-sama's ghost way has become so powerful that he eliminated all four of them in an instant."

"Yin, this is not the way of ghosts, but the way of gods above the way of ghosts."

Aizen's long brown hair was scattered on the shoulders, Wen Sheng explained the difference.

The ghost way of the god of death is based on chants and words, driven by spiritual power, so as to achieve the effect of destroying and restraining the enemy.

To be strong is to be strong, is always the limit that mortals know.

Shinto is different, this is his ability to fuse ghosts and spirits with the vision of God.

Not a one-stop trick, but a complete fusion.

He uses short words and huge spiritual power to directly transform the spirits in a region into the natural force he wants.

That's why Urahara Kisuke and the others couldn't avoid it.

The moment the word Shuang exited, the spirit particles in the entire space would turn into cold air, and the more he wanted to run, the colder air would penetrate into the bone marrow, making it impossible to escape.

"Oh, that's terrible."

Ichimaru Gin said with a smile, his heart was full of dignity.

This is the first time he has seen this so-called Shinto.

Over the years, Aizen has hidden cards beyond his imagination.

"Hehe, Shomo has no problem dealing with Ichibei and Yamamoto Genryuzai."

When Aizen said this, he glanced at the two ice sculptures, "Kisuke Urahara, Shiraishi, it's a little naive for you to sneak attack me under the guise of being tricked."

Click, the ice sculpture cracked from the surface, and the broken ice fell inch by inch. Baishi turned his head and said helplessly, "I thought I could fool you."

The huge ice sculpture moved slowly, and layers of crushed ice fell from the puppet's well-articulated arms.

Guanyin Kaihongjikai is a huge woman with long hair in a classic bun. She wears a sleeveless kimono, which is very loose.

Even in a life-and-death battle, no one is interested in doing that.

Kisuke Urahara came out from under "her" chest, put his hand on the fisherman's hat and said, "You are so cautious when you have the advantage and don't want to approach us."

"You are an opponent that cannot be ignored."

Aizen replied warmly, "One is a man whose brains are on par with mine, and the other is a man who always surprises me. I really can't let people take it lightly."

"You're really flattering yourself," Shiraishi replied casually, thinking in his heart that something was wrong, Yamamoto Motoryuzai would definitely not be able to hold on if this continued.

A Bingwei of the Bingzhubu can call his name to revive him. If this one dies, he is really dead.

Aizen seemed to see through their thoughts, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I said earlier, your end is doomed, no one should try to run away."

"Urahara, take these two guys away and go to Inoue."

Shiraishi said, the form changed from Nightbringer to Scarlet Moon.

Long blood-red hair fluttering, a pale ghost mask covering his face, his eyes turned into two spots of lightning, "Leave it to me here."

"Ah."

Kisuke Urahara was not polite, he knew very well that if the two of them join forces, the possibility of dealing with Aizen is too low.

If it is one-on-one, how long Shiraishi can last is as long as it is, and it is best to wait until Ichibei and Yamamoto Genryuzai are thawed, and then come to support.

Lan Ran smiled and said: "You actually discussed retreating in front of me, do you think you can escape?"

"Try stopping one." Urahara Kisuke said, and immediately rushed to the head of the army, Ichibei and Yamamoto Motoryuzai.

Avalokitesvara opened Hongji to move accordingly.

"Ha ha."

Lan Ran raised his hand, and unexpectedly found that his right arm was directly split, and several things similar to empty pipes drilled out from the side of the gap.

The pale ghostly face approached.

The eight pupils dilated, and the body retreated sharply, avoiding the dazzling light of the years.

Then, Aizen abruptly tore off the modified right arm and regenerated a complete arm.

After a little delay, Urahara Kisuke had taken Ichibei and Yamamoto Motoryuzai with him and ran away.

"It turns out that it's not only about buildings, but also about the human body. It's interesting."

Aizen saw through whose attack caused the strange phenomenon on his right arm, and then glanced at Shiraishi again, "It's been a long time, let's have a little fun, compare the chopping technique."

He did not choose to use Shinto.

To put it bluntly, this powerful Shinto is only a part of his power and cannot represent his full strength.

Zanpakudao protruded from Aizen's right palm, and he grasped it, facing the approaching blade head-on.

boom!
The two knives fought against each other, Shiraishi's Reiatsu and Aizen's Reiatsu finally came together.

No one could hide it, the exploding spiritual pressure blasted away the ice-covered ceiling.

Ichimaru Gin didn't even have the qualifications to stand in the main hall, so he was forced to retreat outside the main hall, with long light purple hair flying and his eyes widening.

The clouds in the sky scattered.

The wind howls.

The shock wave turned into a typhoon above level [-] and swept down.

For a moment, the rumbling sound did not stop for a second.

Clothes hangers, unclosed doors and windows, wooden boards, iron sheets, and anything that can be blown away by the strong wind are all carried away.

"Three days of shielding, I refuse!"

Orihime Inoue saw the black dots in the sky, and hurriedly used her ability, and the orange-yellow triangular shield stood in front of her body, blocking the oncoming gust of wind and those sundries.

"Hmm," she gritted her teeth, her arms began to tremble, not only because of the strong wind, but also because the spiritual pressure of the collision in the distance was too powerful.

It made her feel uncontrollable fear.

Her eyes are full of fear, is this Mr. Shiraishi and Aizen fighting?
It's amazing, not only Kurosaki-kun and Ulquiorra's Reiatsu, but the Reiatsu of other people are also covered up, not at the same level at all.

The spiritual pressure of Shiraishi and Aizen fighting against each other seemed to explode the entire temple.

It even gives people the illusion that they are fighting by their side.

"Come on, Mr. Shiraishi."

Inoue Orihime murmured, her face became troubled again, what should she do?
Losing the whereabouts of Kurosaki-kun's spiritual pressure, she didn't know where to run, she clearly wanted to do something, but she didn't know how to work hard.

The more anxious you are, the more aware you are of your own powerlessness.

The restlessness, the anger at herself, seemed to tear her chest apart, and it was hard to breathe.

What should she do?
"Inoue."

A cry made her recover from her annoyance, and she turned her head and said, "Mr. Urahara, hey, why are you wearing the ice sculpture of Grandpa Yamamoto? It looks so majestic."

"Uh, this is not an ice sculpture, he is Captain Yamamoto, frozen by Aizen, I need your power to unfreeze them."

Kisuke Urahara grabbed one in each hand and walked towards the next house, "They must recover as soon as possible and join the battle."

"Hi!"

Orihime Inoue nodded heavily, feeling very happy that she was able to play a role.

She hurriedly followed into the room. Inside was a European-style hall. The wind was howling outside, but it would not affect this place.

Kisuke Urahara put down Ichihei and Yamamoto Motoryuzai from the head of the army, and said with a serious face: "I'm going to find Ichigo, and they will leave it to you."

In order to prevent Shiraishi from being overwhelmed, he decided to activate the backup lineup instead of waiting here foolishly.

"Hi." Inoue Orihime nodded, completely relieved, "Shuangtian Guidun, I refuse."

The orange-yellow barrier opened, protecting Yamamoto Motoryuzai and Bingzhubu Ichibei inside.

It's so cold... Inoue Orihime's body trembled.

The cold spiritual pressure was resisting her resistance, and it was extremely powerful, as if it was going to freeze her along the barrier.

She felt that the breath she exhaled was about to freeze, just now Mr. Urahara grabbed them with his own hands.

With the chill that penetrated into her soul like this, she doubted that if her hand dared to touch it, it would definitely freeze into a lump and fall to the ground and shatter.

Thinking of the consequences, the chill in her heart became heavier, but she didn't stop, and tried her best to resist the chill.

Mr. Shiraishi cannot be left alone to face that terrible enemy.

(End of this chapter)