Byakuya's son

"He can't go." Shen Ye said to the expressionless man standing in front of him, "Master Dongxian, he is your student, you know who is here this time."

"I don't have any students." Dongxian didn't move out of his body, and even put his left hand gently on the handle of the knife. He shook his head, his voice was so calm that there was no wave, "Stand back, the intruders are from Ten Blades and Burial Just ask the troops to deal with it, and the rest, especially you... must not intervene. This is an order personally issued by Master Aizen."

The blade was slowly pulled out by Shen Ye. The part of her blade was extremely thin and thin. Even in her steady palm, it was trembling unceasingly, making strange sounds, which made people faintly feel a little dizzy. However, the sound of the bell that was constantly shaking at the end of the handle was accompanied by a sharp pain, which made Dongxian frowned instinctively, "Master Dongxian, except for the people in the ten blades, who knows that Xuye Palace Among the masters, who am I most confident of defeating?"

"The Zanpakuto that uses sound as a weapon, as far as the Zanpakuto is based on the sound system, your Yindie is indeed a well-deserved king, and even Qing Chong is not as good..." Dongxian was not moved, nor did he say anything. Frustrated, he generously admitted that his Qing Chong was far less pure than the other party in terms of phonological ability. He seemed not to feel the murderous intent fluttering around like a butterfly, "But if I think my voice is my weakness, so I can Kill me...you are too tender."

Without the slightest big movement, Dongxian's body suddenly appeared a sense of coldness that seemed to rise slowly from the abyss, and the spiritual pressure around him also became cold, "Give you another hundred years, I'm not you Opponent, but now, you are just courting death."

Shen Ye didn't deny or admit it, she just lowered her eyes and said softly, "Sing softly, Yindie."

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"Don't...don't come here!" The bloody long wings trembled slightly behind him, as if he felt the fear of his master Sal Apollo, with an unbelievable expression on his ferocious expression, he squeezed the doll in his hand vigorously , but just kept pinching the opponent's limbs, then the neck, the internal organs...

Why...how can I keep pinching!What kind of monster is this! ?

I kept thinking wildly in my heart, but I didn't realize that the person in front of me appeared behind me at some point, and even grabbed one of my long wings.

"Cough..." Saraki Kenpachi frowned and spat out blood to the side. Obviously, the other party's behavior was not without the slightest effect, but his demeanor did not change much. It was as relaxed and comfortable as if the blood was just rinsing his mouth. He walked steadily, "I like to fight quite a lot, but you are very boring to fight... Tsk, you are still distracted, looking down on me!?"

When he said the last sentence, Kenpachi's voice suddenly became a little low, and at the same time he tore off one of Saar Apollo's long wings, blood splashed everywhere, and screams suddenly sounded.

"The strength is not very good, but the voice is quite loud...don't pinch my head, it hurts!" After cutting off Saar Apollo's left arm holding the doll, Kenpachi's movements suddenly stopped , grabbing Sal Apollo's head with his left hand, suddenly flung it forward, and threw it out.

"Boom!" Sal Apollo smashed a big hole in the wall on one side, revealing a large number of figures behind him.

Everyone is dressed in white, and the white skulls are a unified image. Only the head of the skull has buffalo-like horns. Everyone is silent, even if Saar Apollo falls in front of him. Impressed.

"There are a lot of people?" There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, Jianba showed an unruly smile, stepped forward, and pressed the spiritual pressure on his body provocatively, "If it's okay, let's play? This sissy is really inappropriate Hit, I'm so weak, if you don't come, my uncle will be bored to sleep."

"The intruder is confirmed." Ignoring Saar Apollo, who was twitching slightly on the ground, the leader gave an order coldly, "The burial troops...start the clearing work."

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With the back of the knife, a team member in the death suit flew to the side. Without Bai Zai's order, the other team members struggled out of control, and the team member with a black lotus mark on his face was restrained.Bai Zai looked at Pomian in front of him with a cold expression.

Claiming to be the fastest broken face among the ten blades - NO.7 Zomali Lulu.

A rare black image, after returning to the blade, the lower body turned into a Buddhist rosette, with dozens of eyeballs all over the body, staring at the surroundings with malicious intent.

Bai Zai originally wanted to use the strength of the Sixth Division to break through to the enemy's main formation, and try to preserve his strength before then.So from the moment he invaded the virtual circle to the present, let alone the swastika solution, he has never even opened the initial solution.But in the face of this weird guy who can control the enemy, the crowd tactics suddenly lost their original power.

Of course, if there is enough time, even if he doesn't use the swastika, Bai Zai still has a lot of ways to solve the problem of the image of the southern barbarian in front of him.But now, he obviously does not have such a condition, he has to deal with this person before other reinforcements from Xuye Palace arrive.

"How do you feel about being dominated by the enemy when you are dominated by yourself? Captain." Seemingly taking great pleasure from the coldness of Bai Zai's face, Zomali raised his dark face with almost no expression, as if an immortal Buddha looked at him. The believers, with a trace of pity, "Expose your figure in front of my eyes, and you will be doomed."

"Everyone retreats 40 meters temporarily." Bai Zai ignored the other party's provocation, but his words made the other party's expression change slightly, "Since we only controlled ten people just now, there is no limit on the number. There must be a limit on distance, or, there is also a limit on strength, all members need to mobilize the Reiatsu and maintain the best condition for [-] breaths."

"As expected of a captain-level character, he has the qualifications to stand up to us. But just knowing this, the ending still hasn't changed at all." Zomali shook his head, clasped his hands together, like a pious monk, slowly He said slowly: "If you want to pass through the gate behind me, you must be exposed to my curse eye and accept the domination of 'love'."

Speaking of this, Zomali paused, as if he felt some kind of doubt, "Thirty breaths, what does that mean? Do you think that after these thirty breaths, my curse eye will not be able to control you? "

"Equal? ​​The mere ten blades have such absurd ideas. It turns out that your arrogance has exceeded the limit of ridiculousness, which is pathetic." Bai Zai flipped the blade, and took out a small needle from his pocket with his left hand. The barrel pierced into the upper arm of his right hand holding the sword, "If you don't understand the meaning of thirty breaths, don't worry about it. For a guy who has no future to speak of, the reality after thirty breaths is meaningless."

It was as if the cold spiritual pressure from the depths of hell suddenly spewed out from Bai Zai's body. If his previous spiritual pressure was scattered like cherry blossoms in the sky, people would inevitably stain their sleeves with a little bit of poignant beauty, So now, there is only an ominous meaning brought by the bones of the dead. The total amount of spiritual pressure has not changed much, but its quality...is no longer the boundary of the god of death.

"This... this is impossible, I have never had such a..." Zomali's breath was stagnant, and all the eyes on his body almost showed a sense of fear, the last bit of ridicule in his heart The intention had completely dissipated, turning into a trembling from the depths of his soul, a feeling of trembling that he was very familiar with. The moment that figure appeared in his mind, the eyeball on his forehead had already been pierced by Bai Zai's blade.

Then he remembered that the Reiatsu of the person in front of him was very similar to that of a broken face.

"It's Master Philost..." Even though his entire forehead was pierced, his strange physique didn't make him lose consciousness immediately. Zomali kept coughing blood, "You..."

Bai Zai did not continue to listen to his words, but suddenly flew back, and Zomali, who was left stunned in place, was split in two by a huge white slash, and blood spilled wildly, stained red the entire gate.And the gate was neatly split in half, and then it was smashed down heavily, crushing the two pieces of Zomali's body into a blur.

There was no one moving at the blood-spattered door, because a figure behind the door was stepping on the door and walking in.

The long black hair on the temples falls down to the knees, and the hair at the back of the head is simply tied up with a red ribbon. The bone wing at the corner of the left eye represents the identity of the face, and the visitor's expression is full of curiosity. , staring at Bai Zai whose expression suddenly became a little strange, as if he didn't kill a companion just now, but just pushed open a door.

Renji, who was leading the team, immediately changed his expression not far away, and said in an almost stammering voice, "This... is this... transparent?"