Feeling the sharp energy on Watanabe's Zanpakutō, Kimura Muyang's expression darkened. The Zanpakutō turned and swung sideways, pushing Watanabe's attack aside.
boom! !
An attack was fired from Watanabe's parked Zanpakuto, leaving a huge hole in the ground on one side.
"What a powerful attack."
Feeling the huge movement coming from not far away, Kimura Muyang grabbed Watanabe's moored fingers and exerted slight force, while a ray of light leaked from his fingers.
"The Thirty-three of the Broken Paths, Blue Fire Falling!"
"Suffer it!"
Feeling the feeling coming from his ankle, Watanabe's expression changed slightly. Although it was only the 30th tunnel, it still depends on the person. The person who fired was Kimura Muyang. If he was hit at this distance, , his leg is considered useless.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his face, and Watanabe Momo didn't even care about the threat he was receiving. He turned his body and chopped off Kimura Muyang's head with another knife.
Just when Watanabe was parked and preparing to surround Wei and rescue Zhao, Ichiro Watanabe next to him also reacted and slashed at Kimura Muyang's bottom lane. The uncle and nephew actually completed a perfect combination in an instant, knocking Kimura Muyang down. Mu Yang's escape routes were all blocked.
Phew~~
A sound sounded clearly in Ichiro Watanabe's ears, that was the sound of his Zanpakuto piercing someone else's flesh.
"Hit!"
With only one thought left in his mind, Ichiro Watanabe's body suddenly stopped, and his mind was filled with ecstasy.
"Be careful! Ichiro!!"
Seeing Ichiro Watanabe's reaction, Watanabe stopped and shouted loudly. Although his Zanpakutō also pierced Kimura Muyang's head, he was not happy at all. Perhaps it should be said that it was because of his killing. The soul knife pierced Kimura Muyang's head, and he was not excited at all. An opponent of this strength could not be eliminated so easily!
Poof—
The sound of a blade piercing a human body sounded in Ichiro Watanabe's ears again, but his face was completely gone from the previous ecstasy, and some were just in disbelief.
"how come."
Feeling the pain coming from his body, Watanabe Ichiro turned his head in disbelief and looked at the person standing behind him, it was Kimura Muyang with a cold face.
"You are obviously given to me."
Before he finished speaking, the figure pierced by him slowly disappeared in front of Ichiro Watanabe.
Pulling out his Zanpakutō from his belly without mercy, Kimura Muyang shook off the blood on his Zanpakutō.
"asshole!!"
A violent cyclone instantly penetrated Kimura Muyang's body from behind, and it was Watanabe who was in anger.
"Ichiro, how are you!"
Half-crouching in front of Ichiro Watanabe, Watanabe's face was full of concern.
"Why."
Although his body was penetrated, Ichiro Watanabe did not show any sign of pain, but spoke with unwillingness in his eyes.
After so many years, since he met Kimura Muyang, his life has become completely different. He has changed from the proud man of heaven to a passerby. Why should he be suppressed by that guy all the time? Why has he clearly pierced his penis? The key is, he's not dead yet.
"Really, what you stabbed is just a residual visual illusion. What is there to be proud of? A person who can't even distinguish between reality and illusion uses a Zanpakutō that is of the illusion type. It's really ridiculous."
"What!"
Seeing the intact Kimura Muyang, Ichiro Watanabe's face was full of hatred. Even though his uncle had punched him through the abdomen, this guy was still not injured at all.
"Damn! I won't give in!"
Struggling to stand up, Watanabe's eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred. If it weren't for the guy in front of him, he would still be safely in Soul Society, with the glory of a noble, and prospering with his uncle. How could the Watanabe family be like now, dormant in Hueco Mundo like a bereaved dog, looking forward to an uncertain future.
Swish
Suddenly he put his hand on his face, and an ominous black spiritual pressure gathered on Ichiro Watanabe's face.
"This posture is"
Seeing the opponent's actions, Kimura Muyang's heart skipped a beat, and then he felt relieved. He remembered that Tosen Kaname was also given the ability to blur. In this case, it is natural that the two people opposite him have the ability to blur.
"Ichiro! No!"
Before the words from Watanabe's mouth could finish, Ichiro Watanabe's palm had already fallen, leaving a mask on his face.
The pure white bone mask was painted with some strange patterns, revealing an evil aura.
"I see, Xuhua, is this your hidden power? I originally thought you had learned the swastika."
"Swastika? My virtual transformation is more powerful than swastika! I can clearly feel that whether it is spiritual pressure or the strength of my spiritual body, I have essentially improved. Just use your body to Feel it, Kimura Muyang!"
Roaring loudly, Watanabe Ichiro kicked his foot, leaving a deep hole on the ground.
The power is several times stronger.
Glancing at the potholes on the ground, Kimura Muyang narrowed his eyes and dodged Watanabe's attack on one side of his body. At the same time, he raised his arm and stabbed his body with a Zanpakutō at a hidden angle.
Almost instinctively, one side of Watanabe Ichiro's body avoided Kimura Muyang's slashing blow without a moment's delay, and at the same time kicked Kimura Muyang's body.
"Not only the strength, the speed has also improved a lot, and even the reaction has also improved a lot, and"
Sliding his feet to avoid Ichiro Watanabe's attack, Kimura Muyang glanced at the almost healed wounds on Ichiro Watanabe's body. At this time, his wounds were recovering at an extremely fast speed, even in battle.
"Is it super-speed regeneration? This is the annoying part. Moreover, it is such a powerful super-speed regeneration. It seems that we must fight quickly."
Still thinking in his mind, a figure suddenly appeared behind Kimura Muyang, and stabbed Kimura Muyang in the back with the ferocious Zanpakutō.
when! !
Turning his body, the Zanpakutō in his hand suddenly collided with Watanabe's parked Zanpakutō.
"Succeeded!"
At the moment when the two people's chops collided, a powerful false flash suddenly shot from behind Kimura Muyang, pointing directly at his back. It was the full blow of Ichiro Watanabe who saw the right moment. .
"You can't leave."
The oblique thorn on the Zanpakutō in his hand clamped Kimura Muyang's Zanpakutō tightly, and Watanabe Momo looked calm.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Kimura Muyang flashed a touch of cyan spiritual pressure on his hand, and raised his hand to wave behind him.
boom! !
Feeling the momentum of the explosion behind him, Ichiro Watanabe felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. He saw the right moment and used all his strength to make a false flash, but it was bounced away by the opponent's bare hands. How is this possible!
"Forget it, it seems you don't have any tricks left."
"Fengxiao!"
"not good!"
A flash of lightning flashed, and Watanabe Momo's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, Kimura Muyang disappeared in front of him.
Phew~~
A large amount of blood suddenly spurted out from Ichiro Watanabe's chest, and then Kimura Muyang's body was revealed.
"If the heart is punctured, even if you can regenerate at super speed, there is no way to recover."
Turning his head slightly and looking at Ichiro Watanabe, who was kneeling weakly on the ground, Kimura Muyang showed no emotion at all on his face.
"Ichiro!!"
The body flashed and appeared next to Ichiro Watanabe. Watanabe's eyes were full of sadness, and his heart was penetrated. Even super-speed regeneration was useless. Watanabe Ichiro's super-speed regeneration had no effect on internal organs. In other words, He was hopeless.
"Is the final farewell over? I don't have time to spend time with you here."
The sadness of Watanabe's mooring was ruthlessly interrupted. Kimura Muyang's face was still the same, with almost no emotional fluctuations visible.
Standing up slowly, Watanabe lowered his head and spoke in a very low tone.
"I'll let you see what you didn't see two hundred years ago, my swastika."
Suddenly raising his head, Watanabe's eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent, a murderous intent that wanted to destroy everything.
"Swastika, Qiangang crow flies low!"
Huh~~huh~~
Gusts of breeze suddenly appeared, and almost instantly, everything within a radius of a kilometer with Watanabe Mooring as the center was surrounded by a violent whirlwind.
"Wind-type Zanpakutō? Don't you know that my Zanpakutō is also wind-type?"
Feeling the whistling whirlwind around him, Kimura Muyang's expression remained normal. This level of storm had no impact on him at all. If he wanted, he could even try to control these whirlwinds.
"Although your Zanpakuto is also wind-based, the wind here belongs entirely to me!"
"Qian Gang Lan Dance!"
With a firm squeeze of his hand, all the whirlwinds surrounding them instantly became violent.
The violent wind was dancing wildly. Compared with the current storm, the previous whirlwinds were nothing to mention. Wherever the violent wind passed, even the buildings of Xuye Palace were turned into fly ash in an instant, and everything that was blown was turned into ashes. made the tiniest dust.
"This is not just wind. Is there something controlling these winds?"
After scanning with his eyes, Kimura Muyang came to this conclusion almost in an instant. He was very familiar with storms, and his inner world was always shrouded in storms.
"correct!"
"My Qiangang Crow Feilian relies on a thousand flying black crows to control the storm. The black crows integrated into the storm cannot be identified with the naked eye, but anything touched by the black crow's body will be In an instant it was turned into the tiniest dust.”
"But precisely because there are too many, even I can't control the Zanpakutō accurately. Be careful, you will die if you are not careful."
Glancing at the surrounding storm and the dark shadows hidden in the storm that could only be vaguely perceived, Kimura Muyang's expression darkened. Even he could not grasp the existence of those black crows. At most, he could only A vague feeling.
Just being blown by the wind, everything turns into dust. It is really a terrifying destructive power. However, with such a range, it is not enough to make him afraid to liberate it casually. Two hundred years ago, he would rather be arrested. There was no liberation, and Kyoraku seemed to be very afraid of his Zanpakutō at that time.
(End of chapter)