Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Ulquiorra replied with a mechanical expression, "I refuse." It was cold and lifeless.

"I don't know why Grimmjow and Nnoitra chose to surrender, but if you compare me to them." When he said this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Then you are wrong, God of Death." After saying that, he disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already beside Aizen. The green spirit sword in his hand swung fiercely towards Aizen's neck, and the terrifying spiritual pressure fluctuations seemed to cut through the space.

Aizen took his time, and used his Zanpakutō to easily block Ulquiorra's attack. He couldn't help but admire the power coming from his hands.

"Just a casual attack has already shown a strength beyond that of an ordinary Soul Society captain. You are strong, but it is not enough."

Aizen still had a warm smile on his face. When Ulquiorra saw this, a murderous intent finally flashed in his calm eyes.

He exerted force with his hands, and a fierce murderous intent gushed out with the spiritual pressure. The green spiritual sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and circulated rapidly. In just a few breaths, it covered more than a dozen vital points on Aizen's forehead, neck, chest, etc. Aizen remained calm, and swung the Kamika Shuiyue in his hand quickly. Every blow was accurate and just right, and he easily blocked the opponent's attack by blocking, chopping, or cutting.

The battle continued, the two seemed to have no intention of engaging in aerial combat, only rapidly alternating attacks on the ground, Ulquiorra was extremely fast, and after a few missed attacks, he quickly flashed around Aizen as if teleporting through space, with each attack landing in an unexpected position.

This is the phenomenon of ringing to the extreme.

As Aizen felt it, he said, "Your Hibiki is very powerful, but not yet at the level of that Vastod."

As soon as he said this, that figure appeared in his mind.

The dangerous atmosphere at that moment was something he hadn't felt for many years. There was a look of melancholy in his eyes, as if he missed his mother and was wary of her, but Ulquiorra didn't notice it because of the cover of the mirror frame.

"Back attack."

Ever since Li Chuan left, he has been thinking about how to restrain this trick. If he had not taken precautions in advance, he would not have been injured, but this trip to the Hueco Mundo would have definitely been abandoned halfway.

As the battle between the two entered a white-hot stage, the spiritual pressure became higher and higher, and the attacks became more fierce. The overflowing strong wind made the surroundings hiss, and the dust on the ground was raised all over the sky, and was beaten down by the spiritual pressure of the two people like substance, and then it spread out like waves on the beach.

Coupled with the flowing light surrounding Aizen, it is hard to see the reality from a distance.

Soon, the place where the two were was completely bare, forming a contrast with the piles of sand around them.

After taking several attacks from Ulquiorra, Aizen felt that the time was about right. He swung Kyoka Suigetsu fiercely, and the sudden force forced the opponent to retreat.

Then he continued: "Use all your strength and let me see if there is anyone stronger than the one I met before."

Looking at the confident Aizen, Ulquiorra suddenly restrained his murderous intent, and there was no trace of fatigue on his face. It seemed that the previous confrontation was still reserved for him: "Who was it before? Was it Vastod who was your dog?"

"No, he is very strong. He once told us that he has never met a Hollow stronger than him." Aizen denied.

After hearing this, Ulquiorra looked in the direction of Grimmjow and Nnoitra, and saw that the two were looking at him fiercely. If they had not dared to intervene, they would have rushed up to tear him apart. The six of them looked at each other, and he really wanted to see the two of them jump to their feet, but the result disappointed him.

Although Grimmjow and Nnoitra were weaker than him, it was not easy for them to kill each other. He had never seen a Vastod who could completely convince them.

"Grimmjow, who is that Valstrode?"

"Li Chuan." Grimmjow suddenly fell silent when he mentioned that person. He put one hand in his pocket and said with his blue eyes narrowed.

"Li Chuan?" Ulquiorra listened and thought carefully, but there was no relevant trace in his memory.

"It's rare to be so strong that you two would admit it, or... you have become weaker."

After hearing this, Nnoitra became even more furious. Being Aizen's subordinate had become a pain in his heart, and being frightened by Li Chuan was even more irritating to him.

"Hmph~ Ulquiorra, you come and try to see if I have become weaker." He picked up his weapon and rushed forward.

"I'm going to kill you, Ulquiorra, and then I'm going to kill all of you, and then I'm going to swallow that Li Chuan."

The figure dragged on the ground, leaving a trail of afterimages with a whistling sound in the wind.

Suddenly, a danger signal came to Noitra's mind while he was still halfway. He straightened his body suddenly and retreated quickly. A huge fist with a destructive aura fell from the sky and blasted a huge deep pit in front of him. The strong wind and gravel almost made him lose his footing.

As the fist rose from the deep pit, a rough mocking voice came to my ears: "Hey, Nnoitra, long time no see."

The other party glanced at Nnoitra and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. You have become the running dog of the god of death."

A huge figure walked out of the fog, wearing white clothes, dark skin, black hair, a mask on his chin, four oddly shaped protrusions on the top of his head, and red markings on both sides of his cheeks making him look extremely tough. There were several torn holes in his wide clothes, and white fluid was flowing between the cracks.

The location of the hollow is in the center of the chest, and from the perspective of the Arrancar, it is undoubtedly Vastod.

As this Vastod slowly walked out of the dust, a strong, manic aura came over him. He looked down at Nnoitra with a cruel, mocking smile.

Ulquiorra glanced in that direction: "Yami."

Yammy heard the shouting and said to him, "Well, Ulquiorra, that Grim Reaper is too weak. It will be meaningless to just hit him a few times." After that, he glanced in one direction arrogantly.

Ulquiorra saw a Grim Reaper lying in the distance. He had dark skin and bandages around his eyes. He was lying on the ground powerlessly, no longer able to fight.

Next to him stood a Grim Reaper, wearing a Death Tyrant outfit. He had a smiling face and his hands were tucked into his sleeves. He looked harmless, yet gave off a dangerous vibe.

"How can you be injured by a Shinigami of this strength, Yami?" Ulquiorra was very surprised, and there was a hint of disdain in his calm voice.

The Grim Reaper lying on the ground seemed to have heard his words, and suddenly twitched, letting out a "wow" sound. He spat out dazzling blood on the ground, staining the desert where he was, took a deep breath, and tried to support himself with his arms, causing his whole body to spasm violently, and finally fell powerlessly on the sand.

He murmured intermittently: "Lord Aizen...Lord Aizen..." His face, covered in blood, looked pale.