Byakuya's son

In the reception hall of Xuye Palace, the silvery white with a little yellowish moonlight permeates every corner of the hall from the skylight.It adds a touch of softness to the already quiet reception hall.Aizen sat lazily on the throne, raised his left elbow to lean on the handle, and gently stroked the corner of his eyes with his fingers, smiling, seemingly indescribably comfortable.

"We're going to have a new member."

Under the throne, the ten strongest shamen were lined up in two rows and stood on both sides of the hall. They didn't care about Aizen's words. The success rate of the elites who come out is so high, but occasionally a few lucky ones are born.

And even if they are born, their strength is only at an ordinary level, and they don't even have the qualifications to be called their subordinate officials.But Aizen's next words made them forget about the feeling of closeness and disdain before.

"His name is Philost Alpha, and I gave him the number Ten Blades——NO.1."

Without waiting for any reaction from the crowd, Aizen looked at the closed door outside the hall, "Come in, Philost."

The door was slowly pushed open, followed by clear footsteps, but the atmosphere in the hall suddenly seemed a little stuffy, and everyone looked at the figure with different eyes.To be the tenth blade, then obviously, all the ten blades below the tenth blade will drop one rank, which is not good news.

But this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened, and the ten blades are constantly being replaced.Because there are only ten ten blades in Xuquan, and the ten strongest ones.If he loses or even dies during the competition, he will naturally be removed from the Ten Blades, and there is no one to blame.

Therefore, some people snorted coldly to themselves, and several spirit pressure pressures pressed towards the door in unison, and the air in the entire hall suddenly became heavier in an instant, almost creating the illusion that everything was falling.

However, the sound of footsteps did not stop, and even the sense of rhythm did not change. They walked slowly and stepped on the marble floor. The faces of the hands and feet made crisp sounds, which made their faces even more ugly.

When the visitor came in through the gate opened by the guard, the moonlight shone on the visitor, the long black hair tied up by the red headband at the back hung straight down to the calf, and the hair on the temples was tied on the chest , but because the length is too long, it has been drooping to the knees. At the corner of the left eye, the white bone mask that is like wings is extended backwards. The black pupils seem to be scrutiny, and they seem to be curious. They are scanned one by one. , did not stay on any one person, and did not deliberately ignore any one person, even Aizen on the throne was no exception.

Grimmjow, who had been frowning all this time, suddenly changed his expression, and suddenly became hideous, "The rotten wood is bright?"

Even though the expressions and reactions were quite different, the familiar face of that person quickly reminded me of another expression on this face—that cold arrogance that was desperately maintained even when he fell to the ground and was powerless to fight any more. .

"No, his name is Philost Alpha, he is not called Deadwood Bright." Aizen's voice came from the throne, but Grimmjow's face could not be moved even a bit, he was still staring at Deadwood Bright, " You are dead wood, right?"

Tongming, or Frost turned his head, he seemed to have noticed Grimmjow's voice, his eyes were still pure, without killing intent, without hatred, without a trace of what Grimmjow had said. The familiar cold arrogance only conveyed a message—curiosity.

"Why don't you talk!?" Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. He sensed something was wrong, and the doubts in his heart began to magnify. The contrast in temperament made him wonder whether he had denied the wrong person, but this person and himself The same white long gown, and a completely different length of hair from the impression, Grimmjow had to force himself to restrain the anger in his heart.

"He doesn't have the ability to speak, so he became a shaman. While giving him great power, he also deprived him of the ability to use language. Fortunately, he can understand what we say." Aizen stood up from the throne, He walked down the stairs step by step, "From now on, he will be the tenth blade, who has any objection?"

It seemed that he was using his own authority to determine Philost's status, but in fact he was provoking those unwilling and angry hearts.

"Ha! A mute to make the tenth blade?" A young man with a handsome face stood up first. He was not tall, as if he was in the adolescence of an ordinary human being, full of unique rebelliousness and sharpness, with a left slant Liu Hai has short black childlike hair, amethyst-colored eyes, and three rose-red cross stars above his left eyebrow. On the left side of his hair, there is a bone hair ornament. When he speaks, his arms are tucked into his sleeves, constantly Swaying, the fabric behind the waist is hollowed out to the left and right sides, exposing the skin of the waist. He is obviously a man, but because of these postures and the dress is more feminine, he looks extremely weird, "Don't rely on Master Aizen to go Sitting in the seat that doesn't belong to you, you won't just want to die just after being called a bad face, right?"

Hearing this, Philost couldn't help turning his head away, looking at the provocative face, but then he became curious about the boy's habit of tucking his hands into his sleeves and waving, so he blinked his eyes. There was no response to the provocation. It seemed that this question of dignity was not as important to him as a weird gesture of pulling his hands into his sleeves and swinging.

Frost watched for a long time, then retracted his hands into his sleeves, and imitated the boy's posture, swinging his arms. He didn't intend to use this to laugh at the other party. He was just purely curious. Isn't this movement very comfortable?

But others didn't think so, especially the provocative young boy who blushed with anger, screamed, and suddenly pulled out the blade hanging by his side, and slashed towards Tong Ming with a vertical knife.No one wants to stop it, everyone wants to see if this new member has the matching ability, if he can't even catch this knife, even if Aizen personally guarantees it, he may not be able to win the throne of the tenth blade Sit up for a long time.

Philost seemed to be dumbfounded, but because the young man pulled out the knife, he couldn't tuck his hand into his sleeve, which directly caused Philost's attention to focus on the blade with the cold light.

When the young man swung his sword down, he found that the figure in front of him had disappeared, even...even the Zanpakuto in his hand disappeared. He couldn't help turning around suddenly, but instantly felt bursts of indescribable pain, blood from his chest It began to surge up, filling the mouth, a mouthful of blood could not help but spurt out, a bloodstain perfectly drew a circle around the smooth waist...

The boy's upper body and lower body seemed to be two different entities, and it slipped softly from the bloodstain on his waist, and the blood gushed out again.

The boy's amethyst-colored pupils were full of disbelief, with a sore and distorted expression, and he screamed sharply at the figure who was playing with his own Zanpakutō, "Give it back to me!!!"

The blade, from the mouth, firmly nailed the boy to the marble floor, and the boy's roar stopped abruptly.

The extremely cruel method was in stark contrast to the almost innocent expression on Fylost's face.

Afterwards, Philost looked away from the unwilling and resentful cheeks, raised his head, and looked at Aizen.

"Ruby is indeed a little impulsive." Lan Ran nodded, smiled, and softly comforted her, "Well done, whoever bullies you in the future will kill him."

Frost nodded, and looked at the people around him again. His eyes were the same as when he just entered the hall. There was still a hint of curiosity in his pure eyes. His black pupils were full of strange charm like black pearls, but it made everyone People feel a sense of coldness that grows from the bottom of their hearts, which makes people feel cold all over their bodies.