A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 576

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Blue flames swept across the sky, and the flames of war ignited every corner of Seireitei.

And the instigator of all this, Aizen Soyousuke, still smiled as usual, as if this scene had been expected by him.

The joining of the Invisible Empire Star Cross Knights not only reversed their disadvantage in one fell swoop, but even judging from the numbers of both sides, there is a faint tendency to overwhelm Death.

Now the disadvantaged party has become the Lingling Court headed by the god of death.

"Long time no see, everyone."

Hasward stepped on the road built by the spirit, and looked down at the crowd below. Those emerald green eyes, which were calm and emotionless, passed by the crowd and finally landed on the captain, causing some fluctuations: "It has been thousands of years since we last met like this."

"It's you... Hugelan Harthward."

The captain leaned on crutches with both hands, and a gleam of light burst out of his cloudy eyes: "A group of ants who fled in a hurry a thousand years ago, dare to come back here now, maybe it's because I think I'm old and can't pose a threat to you. ?"

While speaking, the old man took a step forward.

It was just a simple step, but the expressions of the four people headed by Aizen changed drastically.

Obviously, there are four captain-level powerful presences on our side, which can be said to occupy absolute initiative and advantages, but in front of this calm and long-bearded old man, each of them seems to be like a mouse meeting a cat.

"No, you misunderstood."

Hasward pushed the mirror frame, and a deep fear flashed in his eyes: "The founder and chief captain of the thirteenth team of the Guardian of the Soul World, his life is equivalent to the existence of the history of the Soul World, and I know very well the relationship between us. How big is the difference."

hiss......

When Steve and the others heard this, they immediately took a deep breath.

Existing for a lifetime is equivalent to the history of the soul world, just this one sentence has already revealed how powerful and terrifying this seemingly ordinary old man in front of them is!

"As early as the Millennium Blood War, we have already seen it."

Hasward's face was a little unnatural, as if he recalled the painful experience thousands of years ago, and sighed softly: "If it is not a last resort, we will not fight with you until your majesty recovers."

Whether it is words or actions, they have expressed the strength of this captain in an unambiguous manner.

No... there is a problem!

Looking at the performance of these people, Tony felt something was wrong.

Since Harthward knew the strength of the captain, and readily admitted that he was not an opponent, and expressed his unwillingness to fight him, why did he lead the Quincy to appear, and even wantonly destroy the Seiling Court?

"But you still showed up!"

Jingle Chunshui also noticed the violation, and asked with a frown, "What are you planning?"

"Hehe, isn't it obvious?"

Lan Ran smiled slightly, and said as if she was sure: "Although the plan has changed a little bit, but fortunately, it has not changed in general."

"Talking time is over..."

Faced with Lan Ran's repeated pretentious behavior, the captain completely lost his patience at the moment: "It's fine to have any conspiracies about you, the old man is no longer interested in exploring the reasons."

"It seems that the old man is going to make a move..."

The smile on Jingle Chunshui's face subsided, he pressed the round hat he was wearing on his head, looked at Steve vaguely, and reminded: "This is a rare scene in a thousand years, remember to keep your eyes open to see clearly, if you miss it But there won't be any more."

"Chunshui... Now is not the time to gloat." Seeing his friend's actions, Shishiro Ukitake looked helpless, and said: "The range of Teacher's Zanpakuto is too large, it would be bad if it affects us gone."

Different from the chatting and laughing of one's own side, the other side is already ready for battle.

The rebellious captain, together with Hasward, showed an unprecedented dignified expression.

"Oh, oh, it seems that we are going to be in big trouble."

Ichimaru Gin's complexion changed suddenly, the corner of his lips no longer smiled, and he directly pulled out the Zanpakuto from his waist.

"Chief...that man... is serious!"

Dongxian Yao also pulled out the Zanpakuto, raising the Reiatsu to the extreme.

Aizen stood side by side with Hasward, with unprecedented solemnity on his face, and the stalwart figure of the old man reflected in his eyes.

The air was heavy as if it was about to freeze, and the temperature of the entire atmosphere began to rise gradually, making one's throat feel dry and hot.

Under the vigilant and dignified eyes of the four, Yamamoto Motoyanagi slowly let go of the crutch.

The invisible spiritual power held up the crutch, quietly floating horizontally in front of the old man, and then suddenly sawdust flew and exploded, revealing a Zanpakuto wrapped inside, which was so ordinary in appearance that it could be seen everywhere in Seireitei.

But it was such an ordinary Zanpakuto that made everyone breathe heavily.

Yamamoto Motoyanagi grasped the hilt of the knife, and then pulled it out of the scabbard forcefully.

call--! ! !

Just the wind of the knife when it was unsheathed forced the four people on the opposite side to retreat tens of meters.

"For traitors, the only ending is...death!"

Yamamoto Motoyanagi inserted the knife into the ground next to him, then his arms twitched and his muscles twitched, and he took off the black siege suit coat.

Under the loose coat of the deadly domineering outfit, there is a body of extremely lean muscles, just like the perfect sculpture of a Greek master, with clear lines like a knife and an axe. It is hard to imagine that such a figure will appear in a person On the body of an octogenarian.

And on the surface of that lean muscle, there are actually criss-crossed sword wounds and sword marks.

These scars, one after another, were bright red under the boost of spiritual pressure, as if they were fresh wounds received yesterday, as if they were silently telling what kind of terrible battle he had experienced.

Endless flames surged out of the old man's body like a flood breaking a bank.

Under the overwhelming spiritual pressure, raging flames instantly covered every corner of the line of sight, dyeing the entire sky red, and everything that could be seen with the naked eye began to gradually melt in the burning raging flames.

With each breath of air through the mouth, there is a burning tingling sensation in the lungs and throat.

And it's not just the beginning, the surrounding temperature is still rising at an astonishing speed, the moisture in the air is instantly evaporated, and the white smoke that turns into curling water vapor surrounds the surrounding area.

"Everything will turn to ashes—the blade is like fire!"

Yamamoto Genryanagi reached out to hold the Zanpakuto on the ground, and the flame spread along itself to the entire knife, and the entire blade seemed to be ignited, like a blade of destruction made of flames.

"This is... Flowing Blade Like Fire."

Aizen looked dignified, and said slowly: "The oldest Zanpakuto of the heat department has the strongest attack power, the highest temperature, and the largest range of attack among all Shinigami Zanpakutō. As expected... It's a well-deserved reputation."

"Captain Aizen, now is not the time to admire." Gin Ichimaru opened his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "If we're not careful, I'm afraid we're all going to die here today."

"Don't worry, Silver."

Aizen exhaled slowly, and put on a smile again: "I expected the captain to make a move, but if he doesn't use Zanpakutō, it will bother me instead, right... ..Harsward?"

"Ah...that's right."

Hasward nodded slightly, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, he pushed his glasses and said: "But in this way, you can use that thing. Although it can only buy a little time, it should be enough."

Even though Yamamoto Motoyanagi stepped forward, he didn't care about the loud conspiracy of several people.

In fact, no matter which angle you look at, with his strength, he doesn't need to care about the so-called conspiracy of these people in front of him.

The blade of destruction, burning with monstrous flames, swept across the sky like a stream of light passing through a gap, accompanied by endless coercion and momentum, and slashed a brilliant knife light.

Wherever the blade passed, the entire atmosphere was ignited.

The space is almost distorted and collapsing, and the terrifying high temperature surges all over the sky, as if it is going to burn the whole world.

Just before the blade touched a few people, Hasward took out a five-pointed star seal from his arms in a calm manner.

In an instant, the monstrous flames suddenly disappeared.

Even the majestic spiritual pressure was swallowed up by the pentagram.

Yamamoto Genryanagi didn't seem to have reacted yet, he froze in place, staring at the Zanpakutō in his hand and the disappearing flame in a daze.

"Now, your original solution belongs to me."

Hasward pushed down the frame with one hand, and said indifferently with a blank face: "Although it's only half an hour, please experience it for yourself, how powerful the blade is like a fire."

"..."

Jingle Chunshui had big grass in his heart, his eyelids twitched crazily.

That invincible captain got fucked again!