Thinking that he might meet Stark soon, Kimura Muyang's heart was filled with excitement. It stands to reason that he had fought against Captain Yamamoto and had been friends with Mako and the others for more than a hundred years. He should not treat Stark There is such a great interest, but as the first ten blades that he has admired for a long time in his previous life, Kimura Muyang still can't hide the excitement in his heart.
As soon as he raised his steps, Kimura Muyang couldn't help but speed up a bit.
boom!
Two fierce collisions of spiritual pressure suddenly came, and Kimura Muyang stopped immediately, turning his head to look at the place where the spiritual pressure collided.
boom! ! Boom! !
There was another violent collision, and the sound was clearly transmitted to Kimura Muyang even though it was far away.
"This level of spiritual pressure is completely comparable to captain-level spiritual pressure. I'm afraid even Nan, who has learned swastika now, is far behind compared to these two spiritual pressures."
After feeling the two powerful spiritual pressures, Kimura Muyang whispered.
This is because it is relatively far away, but it is just Kimura Muyang's rough judgment. If it is felt at a close distance, it may be stronger than what is felt now.
After taking a look at the path extending from the corpse, Kimura Muyang hesitated for a moment, whether to follow this direction to find the suspected Stark, or to go to the place where the spiritual pressure collided to see who was fighting.
After thinking for a while, Kimura Muyang decided to go to the place where the battle took place first. Anyway, with Stark's personality, he shouldn't be running around. On the contrary, the side where the battle took place is more important.
With a decision in his mind, Kimura Muyang immediately turned around and rushed towards the place where the spiritual pressure collided. This was not like looking for Stark along the corpse. With the two spiritual pressures as marks, Kimura Muyang only needed to use his speed to go quickly. Just run over there. With Kimura Muyang's Shunpo, if he hurried with all his strength, it would only take a moment to reach the place where the battle took place.
With spiritual pressure comparable to captain level, there should be no Arrancar appearing yet, so it should be Vastod level Daxon. Achiukas should not have this level of spiritual pressure.
Who could it be? Stark? It shouldn't be him; Badgang? If it were him, he should bring a large group of Hollows, the so-called King of Hueco Mundo; Harribel? Or Ulquiorra
I'm really looking forward to it. Kimura Muyang had a smile on her lips, not knowing what kind of surprise he would give me.
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"The so-called female void only needs to be the vassal of the strong."
A humanoid figure with three pairs of wings on his back stood proudly in the air, the wings on his back swinging gently. There was a small void between his eyebrows, and he was looking at another humanoid void standing on the ground with an arrogant expression.
It was a humanoid with blond hair, its body covered in white armor, with slightly ferocious spikes protruding from some joints, and its right hand directly took on the shape of a sword. The mask on her face was partially broken, revealing a pair of eyes, while the tall lump on her chest showed her female identity.
"Female Xu, I will give you two choices, either surrender to me or die by my hands."
"Cut!" The female Xu standing on the ground stretched out her left hand to hold the weapon in her right hand. A trace of cracks could be seen on the weapon in her right hand. Looking at the Xu in the sky, there was a bit of unwillingness and stubbornness in his eyes.
"Are you unwilling? Are you angry?"
Xu stretched out his hands in the air. They were pure white hands, which formed a sharp contrast with the black wings behind him. The pure black and pure white gave him a coquettish temperament.
Closing his eyes, showing an intoxicated posture, the figure spoke in a strange tone.
"The weak submit to the strong, and the female submits to the male. This is the most essential law."
"Female Hollow, surrender to me, surrender to my Lord Vladimiro Eric. Only I, Lord Vladimiro Eric, are qualified for a female Hollow with your strength. Possession!”
"Delusion!"
The female Hollow below waved her right hand, assuming a fighting stance, and looked firmly at the narcissistic Hollow above, the Hollow who called himself Vladimiro Eric.
Although there is a huge disparity in strength, the Hollow is much stronger than him, and has even reached a height that he cannot reach. If he persists in fighting, he will only die. However, compared to surrendering to such a Hollow, perhaps death is a kind of relief.
"Um?"
Feeling the strange behavior of the Hollow below, Vladimiro Eric opened his eyes. There was a kind of natural arrogance in the blood-colored pupils. At this moment, these blood-colored pupils looked at the female Hollow below, with a faint expression in their eyes. A hint of anger.
"It seems you are planning to go against my will."
Vladimiro's tone gradually calmed down, but there seemed to be a greater terror buried under this calm tone. Hearing this seemingly calm tone, the female virtual body below could not help but feel a tremor.
"Forget it, because of your firm will, I may grant you the honor of dying as a warrior."
Vladimiro Eric's blood pupils glanced at the female Xu below, and his tone gradually became cold.
"Say your name, this is the honor I bestow upon you."
The female Xu below shook her body, stepped forward, and assumed the most advantageous fighting posture. She looked up at the sky with a decisive look in her eyes.
"Hribel, Tia Harribel."
"Harribel, right?" Vladimirro groaned, stretched out his right hand, and a burst of powerful spiritual pressure suddenly burst out, causing Harribel's body below to sink suddenly. Just the burst of spiritual pressure was almost enough to make She couldn't bear it anymore. Although they were both Vastod, the difference in strength was simply disappointing.
"You can go and die. You are worthy of being proud of dying by my hands. This will be the most glorious moment in your short life."
"Purgatory Impact!"
As Vladimiro Eric's voice fell, lumps of rolling magma that exuded a scorching smell emerged behind him. The rolling magma even made bursts of 'gurgling' sounds, emitting heat. The space behind Vladimiro was slightly distorted.
"What!?"
Seeing the clusters of lava emitting a terrifying aura emerging from behind Vladimiro, Harribel was shocked. The spiritual pressure in her body burst out without reservation, and there was a faint golden halo around her body. It is the external manifestation that appears when spiritual pressure reaches its peak.
Vladimiro waved his right hand, and the masses of magma behind him immediately flew toward Harribel with an overwhelming force. The sound from the flying magma made people couldn't help but tremble.
"No matter what it is, the brilliance of the last moment before destruction is always so dazzling. Even low-level and ugly voids can burst out with a bright light for a moment before they are destroyed."
"Hollow named Haribel, what kind of brilliance will you burst out before you perish? I'm really looking forward to it! As expected, destroying beautiful things excites me more!"
"Destroy it!"
"Damn it!" Seeing the attacks flying towards her, Harribel stretched out her right hand, all the spiritual pressure in her body gathered, and a ball of shining golden light gathered at the tip of the knife in her right hand.
"Virtual flash!"
The gathered spiritual pressure suddenly erupted, which was already the strongest attack method Harribel could use at this stage.
After sending out a false flash, Harribel's body felt weak, and her eyes looked forward nervously. If this blow was still useless, she would not be able to escape the result of death today.
In Harribel's nervous and expectant eyes, her false flash collided with Vladimiro's attack with great momentum.
Boom! !
Two extremely powerful attacks collided, instantly erupting with an extremely powerful momentum. A ball of dazzling light centered on the collision point and spread out in all directions. The burst of air waves made Harribel couldn't help but retreat a few steps. step.
boom!
The sand and dust on the ground were raised high by the explosion caused by the attack, and then fell from the sky, blocking Harribel's sight.
"Did you make it?"
Harribel put down her left hand on her face and slowly stood up. There was a little dust on her body, which made Harribel look a little embarrassed.
Looking at the smoke and dust filling the air, Harribel's eyes showed a hint of joy.
"How stupid."
A cold voice came from the air.
"What!?" Hearing this voice, Harribel was shocked.
A burst of spiritual pressure burst from the sky, sweeping away the smoke and dust in the sky, revealing the figure standing in the sky.
The wings behind his back fluttered, a hurricane erupted, and the smoke and dust in the sky immediately dissipated invisible. Vladimiro stood in the air without a single scratch on his body, leaving only a little dust on his body.
"As a weakling, just accept the glory I give you, and then die in my hands with the glory you received before death. How dare you resist my will? What do you think your weak attack will do to me? Does it have an impact?”
"But as a weakling, you are proud enough to raise dust in front of me, even though the final result will not change in any way."
As Vladimiro's words fell, masses of fiery red magma emerged behind him again. The powerful feeling exuded made Harribel feel a burst of despair in her heart, and even her strongest attack was unable to do so. If you can't have any impact on him, what else can you do
Huh~huh~huh~huh~
Vladimiró seemed to be deliberately teasing Harribel. The attack speed this time was much slower than before, but the overwhelming numbers and terrifying fluctuations made Harribel unable to resist at all. Emotions, this is no longer a gap that can be bridged by working hard.
Seeing the balls of magma gradually approaching her, Harribel closed her eyes in despair. The approaching magma balls made her face turn red.
"Maybe this is a relief."
An idea suddenly flashed through Harribel's mind.
"The Eighty-one of the Binding Dao, Breaking the Sky."
(End of chapter)