[Comprehensive] Never break up with Ilmi

The scene was very embarrassing at one time, although pretending to be aggressive would have the awareness of being slapped in the face, but the news of the present world came so quickly, it can't help but make people feel sympathetic.

But as a behind-the-scenes man who has been hiding for a hundred years, Aizen's psychological quality can be imagined.

The accident of being pulled from a height (in every sense) didn't affect him at all.

I saw him standing up slowly, even tidying up his dusty clothes gracefully, and rubbing off a stain on his chin with his slender fingers.

The series of actions didn't seem like they just experienced embarrassment, but like a gentleman who was taking care of himself for the next dinner party.

If there were enough female Shinigami present, especially the fangirls headed by Chisentao, they would definitely be amazed at Master Aizen's Taishan collapse in front of him without changing his face.

It's a pity that most of the men present are not so slender.

Jingle Chunshui bumped the floating bamboo with an elbow, "Hey! Didn't you say that no one is as thick-skinned as I am? You've seen it!"

"Ouch! Tell me to bear it for more than 100 years and finally vent it, and I was pulled down like this. I don't have the face to stand up. I can dig a hole and bury it!"

"You, cough, cough—" Fuzhu wanted to cough twice to remind him to pay attention to the occasion when he spoke, but unexpectedly, his body was too weak, and he really coughed!

Jing Le hurriedly patted him on the back, and for a moment the two most experienced captains were in an untimely mess.

Captain Yamamoto glared at the two unfilial children, and the cane-shaped Zanpakuto slammed heavily on the ground——

He looked at Lan Ran who was not far away, and asked, "Lan Ran, what do you do? You betrayed the soul world with the body of death, and the virtual circle of non-my race must be your shelter?"

Aizen glanced at Captain Yamamoto from the corner of his eyes. After he took off his glasses, the tails of his long and narrow eyes were raised slightly, which looked extremely contemptuous.

This may also be the reason why he uses hair to cover part of the outline and glasses to soften his eyebrows. In fact, his appearance is quite aggressive.

He made no secret of his aggressiveness at the moment, "Captain Yamamoto, although I am looking forward to a battle with you, you are boring at this moment when your fangs are bound by the soul world."

"Moreover!" He turned his eyes, and looked at Tang Na with a stupid fighting spirit that had been suppressed for a hundred years and even once suspected that he would die——

"Without doing anything, what is the basis for you to acquiesce in this person's behavior as your own position? You obviously let such a strong man suffer the humiliation of prison, don't you?"

When Tang Na saw this person, he kept nagging and twisted his neck impatiently, "Hey, hey, hey! I've been putting up with you for a long time. What are you looking at? Talking about you!"

"You think this is a tea party? You have been balabala alone since you came out! Yes, yes! You have endured the humiliation for many years, and finally you can't explain it without talking about it, but why don't you explain every movement for half an hour? "

"I don't know what kind of pit you raised your hand and dug, but since everyone's IQ is limited, it can't be seen that you can make a fortune alone! If you insist on explaining the difference in IQ, you still blame you Who are you blaming? If you don’t learn to turn a blind eye, who are you blaming?”

In this way, Aizen, who once relied on his calmness in times of danger, and his anti-customer-oriented strength, which was about to eliminate the embarrassment of being kicked down from the sky, was pulled out again for public execution.

Ichigo was almost cut into two pieces, and Byakuya and Byakuya were dying together, and he couldn't help but glance at Renji——

When a scholar meets a soldier, there are many gullies in his chest, so what about the general plan of a hero in his brain?

For a moment, the two people lying dead actually developed a sense of sympathy for their perpetrators.

But Aizen was able to calm down in this awkward atmosphere.

He seemed to have unlimited tolerance for Donald, and his unreasonable patience even shocked him.

He once put them in the cell as the biggest variable, and he thought they were also boring things that had the same power as Yamamoto but suppressed them.

Just to force out Yamamoto's full strength, he has already gone to great lengths, and another one will inevitably feel tasteless.

But her forced intervention seemed to make his judgment rarely deviate.

This does not seem to be a person who is willing to start disputes in other people's places, and can even compromise to a certain extent within the tolerable range.

Then he glanced at Yiermi, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

This one doesn't seem to be a character who ignores others. His mistake is just a misjudgment of the man's influence.

"Hey! Hey!" Donna was about to snap his fingers in front of this man. He had never seen a fight so difficult, and he didn't say no to fighting. Anyway, he just caught the gap and talked nonsense. Don't talk nonsense, it's still I made up my own mind.

It was only at this time that I realized that Hisoka had a good temper. If he was him, he would have fought for [-] rounds in high spirits.

Lanran pulled out the Mirror Flower and Water Moon, and smiled bewitchingly, "Why not!"

He pointed his blade at Tang Na, and said, "Shatter! The mirror flower water——"

"I told you not to force me when you strike!" Tang Na punched, interrupting Aizen's chant.

She kept punching, forcing her opponent to retreat again and again, but she scolded while beating, "I said I'm sick, right? If you want to talk, there are plenty of opportunities for me to tie you up after the beating. We are not ruthless people who abuse prisoners, but we can beat them." It's time to listen to you and force me to kill you!"

Yihu bumped Love's arm, kept his eyes on the battlefield, and asked distractedly, "So you guys do have a bad habit of chatting during fights! Many times I refrained from talking!"

"Hehe! Just kidding, how can you compare to the guy who is self-taught and carried forward, and plays a small theater when fighting!"

The two exchanged eye contact for a while, but it stopped immediately, because the battle in front of them was really not to be missed.

Aizen seemed to keep retreating to avoid the sharp edge, because although the fist didn't have any fancy spiritual pressure or propulsion means, he knew that it was more dangerous than any attack he encountered.

She didn't just fight with strength alone, if it was really that strong, he wouldn't pay attention to it.

The number of attack methods seems straightforward and simple, but it is unavoidable for people to avoid. Only he himself knows how many calculations this seemingly light thinking of avoiding himself has made in a moment.

But it's useless, she seems to be familiar with this kind of opponent, the speed of her brain is very different from her own, for example, if the effective attack is the only four-leaf clover in a grassland——

Then he can find it in an instant, this is combat wisdom.

This woman cannot do the same thing, but she can brutally destroy the entire grassland.

No, her power is not such a rough thing, although the form of expression looks rough.

It is a kind of battle method that is extremely subtle, but returns to the basics and becomes simple and extremely open and close.

The bigger Aizen is, the brighter his eyes are, and there is a kind of ultimate joy that has finally been found.

but--

"Unfortunately, I actually don't like wasting precious battle time on singing, so—"

After Aizen finished speaking, he seemed to sense Tang Na's impatience for speaking to him again, and comforted him like a lover, "Actually, I don't need to chant for my initial interpretation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, what didn't match his gentle voice and expression was that there was a bloody wound on Tang Na's left shoulder out of thin air!

Ok?

The careless Yiermi stood up straight, the splashed blood scalding her heart like boiling oil.

He didn't doubt Nana's strength, and she would definitely end up victorious in the end, but just venting his depression and paying such a price——

The balance of profit and loss has been fused into Yier's blood, and he can't tell whether he is the one who is more angry and incites her to make trouble at this moment, or the man who left the knife wound.

All he knew was that at this very moment he wanted to kill—for free!

This darkness, thicker than the resentment from hell, caused everyone nearby to move aside, and even Aizen in the battle frowned at the obvious killing intent aimed at him.

Different from Yin Qimei's killing intent, this man's killing intent has only one content - he is determined to win your life!

This is the self-confidence created by how many killings?

But the reality can't allow him to be distracted, he has clearly hypnotized people completely, and this has almost established his victory on anyone, but he is not sure about this person.

He was obviously deprived of his senses, and the wounds on his body continued to increase. He was extremely confident in his own abilities. The illusion type Zanpakuto was not the strongest, and some Shinigami used it or even tasteless.

But he is the strongest, so the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water are also the strongest. The ability depends on who is using it. The powerful spiritual pressure and strategy, as well as the calculation ability that no one can match, have created the most difficult situation that makes people unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Strong Zhanpakuto.

But she just stood still, her black eyes burst out with a charming light, her lips were tightly pressed as if she could not help but turn up at any time.

At this moment, Aizen's heart is pounding - there are too many wastes in the world, why can't there be a few more guys who can communicate with him on a different level?

Yamamoto is one, but he has been dragged down by the corruption of the soul world, so he aimed his sights at the aloof soul king, hoping to find some evidence that he was not alone in this world.

I didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly, they didn't even open their firepower (then the already unstable soul world might be destroyed), but Aizen just knew that the palace that only existed in him was patronized for the first time .

I only heard Tang Na chuckle, "If possible, I would like to introduce a guy to you."

"It's the same with that guy. He is born with superior strength and a brain that I don't know how to grow. When fighting, it seems to be included in everything."

This time it was her turn to chatter in the battle, and Aizen was obviously more graceful, she didn't take it seriously, but was curious about her words.

"Know how I deal with smart guys like you?"

Aizen subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but it was too late, and Tang Na, who could not have discovered his real location, suddenly turned around, and his eyes fell on him exactly.

No, it didn't actually land on him, her eyes weren't focused, and she couldn't actually see her, but she was absolutely sure that she was here.

Aizen knew the reason, because there was another palm squeezed on the blade of the knife that had cut a hole in her body.

That hand was slender and fair, but the knuckles were slightly thick. Even without looking, one could tell that the palm and the tiger's mouth must be covered with calluses. It was the hand of a martial arts practitioner.

Aizen was shocked, "Impossible!"

If his magic mirror is something that others can catch and follow by exchanging injuries, how can it be used as his knife?

In fact, deprivation of the senses is more terrifying than most people imagine.

For example, if the enemy is actually scarred, he can hypnotize him and he is full of energy, and he will consume himself to death without taking action.

There were several wounds cut on Tang Na's body, but except for the first one, all of them were covered up.

Aizen didn't choose to let herself ignore these wounds.

The strength of a woman's body is something I have only seen in my life.After falling into the illusion, she protected herself with her conservative energy, and with his powerful cutting power, she was unable to leave a fatal wound.

Physical consumption is actually dispensable, so of course he will not miss the mental suppression.

In fact, the fact that she was constantly being hacked was far more shocking than the injury itself.

But the wound she thought was different from the reality, completely paralyzing the senses and distorting the facts. This is the horror of the mirror.

Therefore, it was impossible for her to grab his knife with the information brought by her body, because the information had already been faked.

But the truth is, she did it!

"It's very strong, right? My body." Donna ignored the blood flowing from between his fingers, and Aizen couldn't pull out the slightest bit due to the force of his tight grip.

"You can't even control the real situation of your own body, what is it called strong?"

Tang Na slashed at it with one hand, and swung it empty!But she was not depressed, and even showed a successful smile!

She kept moving her hands, and it seemed to everyone that she wanted to dance wildly in the air, and even she herself didn't have the sense of solidity to implement the moves.

But she was unwavering. Although her senses were manipulated, the flow of her own qi could not be manipulated. The place she saw with the naked eye was injured, and there was another place where the aura was subtly stagnant for a moment.

The eyes may feed back wrong information, and the body senses are not always honest, but only one's own life energy will not deceive oneself.

It is the foundation of a person's survival, and no one can shake its authenticity. Only by mastering it to the extreme can the concealed information be communicated from the invisible anomalies.

"My anger tells me that it hit someone!"

As soon as the voice fell, the image of this space gradually faded, revealing its original appearance——

Tang Na's body was covered with scars, but the position was obviously far from what he had seen before, and Ai Ran, with a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, it was obvious that the ridiculous swinging blow really hit and it was quite powerful.

Aizen's expression at this moment is no longer as calm as usual. He looks serious, and even looks a little bit at a loss when he looks carefully. The experience he has never had makes him lack emotional coping experience.

Tang Na grinned, "Have you taken off your vest?"

As he said that, he rushed over to beat him up, just like in the past.

Lan Ran instantly released a black coffin to cover Tang Na's figure, but abandoning the ghostly way of singing, how could even the highest level stop her in the slightest?

The black coffin, which was as powerful as the turbulence of time and space, was smashed like cheap cardboard, and the fist was about to touch the tip of the nose.

At this time, a beam of light flew from the sky and forced his fist back.

The green flash is thin and sharp, which shows that the owner has perfect control over power.

I couldn't help but look up, and saw another opening in the sky at some point, and the man with two sad tears on his pale cheeks was now in the air——

"Master Aizen, your return date has been delayed!"

Tang Na looked at the man in the sky, then at Yier Fan, went back and forth several times, and couldn't help but feel "he—"

"It's not my lost child."

The question almost engraved on Tang Na's face made him blurt out a retort!