Pirate's Infinite Wings

"Who did you think it was? It turned out to be a failed product." Aizen didn't care about the sword wound on her body. "Hirako Mako."

"It's a goodbye after a hundred years. Don't talk about such horrible things. For the past hundred years, I have dreamed of killing you every day." Hirako Mako took off his cape and revealed the face underneath.

"That's really a shame. You can't do this kind of wish." Lan Yan's complexion was calm, "Look, the wound you cut out after a sneak attack is now healed."

Hearing this, Hirako Mako's eyes condensed, and the not-so-shallow wound on Aizen's shoulder was healed by a strange force at this time.

"Bengyu!" His face suddenly became ugly.

To their side, Ichimaru Gin and Tosenya were also attacked by two men in black cloaks.

"My successor, what is called Dongxian?" Liuche Quanxi grinned, and flew his opponent with a sword.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, you can't not know my name." Dongxian said lightly, "former captain of the 9th division."

On the other side, Ichimaru Gin used a threat to block the sneak attack, and smiled like a fox, "Oh, oh, it’s too early for you to jump out. No wonder since just now, I have always felt that there is a murderous intent, which is really terrible. Well, the former captain of the third division, Fonghashiro Juro."

"Ichimaru Gin, today I will report the hatred for a hundred years and kill you!" Fengqiao Lou Juro pushed his glasses, the spiritual pressure broke out, and a strong pressure suddenly appeared on the blade.

"It's really impatient, it will be you who is dying, Captain." Ichimaru Gin did not fight back, leaped lightly, and jumped back.

At this time, the Aizen trio were surrounded by Hirako Mako trio.

Fang Lang could naturally feel the sudden appearance of the three captain-level spiritual pressure.

He gently squeezed a ten-blade subordinate officer to death, raised his head and looked over there, "Temporarily suppressed the'devil', there seems to be a fight over there, tusk, don't let me down."

Not to mention the situation here.

The rear of the battlefield, the top of a building.

Although Yamamoto Genryuzhai lost his hands and the Zanpaku Sword, he did not lose his spiritual power.

Facing Mao Zhihualie's jie, his spiritual pressure also climbed rapidly, quickly reaching the level of 3 million squares.

However, it was filled with such a huge spiritual pressure, but it did not leak at all and was perceived by others.

"Space enchantment?" Uozhihuareel glanced at the surrounding situation, "The space was indeed divided. The moment I walked into the roof, I did this kind of thing. I am worthy of the captain."

"It's useless to say more!" Yamamoto Genryuzhai snorted coldly, then jumped up suddenly, and then slammed his foot towards Maozhihua, "a bone!"

Seeing this, Mao Zhihualie jumped back and avoided.

The speed of both parties was extremely fast, and the silhouettes of people flashed past. The next moment, in a sudden, the twelve-story building was actually penetrated from the roof to the ground under the foot of Yamamoto Genryuzhai. !

The entire building collapsed quickly, and the smoke and dust, especially the part of the top floor, turned into dust under this kick!

"Ninety black coffins of breaking the road!" With a missed hit, Genryuzhai Yamamoto quickly decided, losing the palm of his right hand and slamming it suddenly. Under this slam, a spirit of spirit suddenly burst out.

This Lingziliu rushed to Uozhihualie's feet, burst out in an instant, turned into black matter, and rose into the sky in the form of a square pillar.

The breaking road of No. 90 would be very uncomfortable even if Uozhihuareel took a blow.

Immediately he held it all out, a sword slashed downwards, and under this sword, a bloody slash shot out.

"As expected to be the captain, destroying and singing, but with complete power!" Mao Zhihualie saw the essence of ghost Dao at a glance, raised his hand and patted it out, "Eighty-one Bound Dao is dead!"

I saw the bloody slash and the black coffin that rose up into the sky, and within half a second, the slash disappeared. As a result, the black coffin was delayed for half a second, and Dukong was already connected.

But this still couldn't prevent No. 90's tunnel, a layer of glass-like faulty layer, cracked, and shattered with a bang.

Despite this, Shun Kong was delayed for a long time, and this second was enough for Mao Zhihualie to do a lot of things.

She didn't know when she actually came to the collapsed building, stepped lightly, and with the help of force, she rushed towards Yamamoto Genryuzhai, and the blood blade in her palm was also mercilessly swung down.

"Huh, one-handed swordsmanship is not powerful enough!" Motoryuzhai Yamamoto snorted coldly, and hit the blood blade with his severed arm, "Bone!"

The clash between the arm and the sword blade, like a thunder that exploded on the ground, and the wind and waves of the aura, directly turned the collapsed building under his feet into ashes in one breath.

What's more, under the earth, a pothole appeared because of this match.

"It's a pity, Captain." Uozhihuareel murmured softly, slowly closing her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had already become emotionless, her pupils turned into whirlpools, and her eyes glowed with blood. Mang, "Zen!"

Entering this state, in an instant, Uozhihualie's slashes increased several times!

"Machete swordsmanship lies in its flexibility and change. You are bare-handed and fistless..."

Yamamoto Genryuzhai's pupils shrank, and Uozhihualie in this state had even seen him for the first time. Even in her, Yamamoto Genryuzhai saw Fang Lang's shadow.

"Wildfire!" Motoryuzhai Yamamoto made a desperate counterattack at the critical moment.

I saw his whole body, bursting into a blazing white flame, which instantly enveloped Uozhihua.

However, the next moment, a bloody light flashed, passing from the waist of Yamamoto Genryuzhai, and immediately after, the upper body of Yamamoto Genryuzhai flew away!

"It's not over yet!" Yamamoto Genryuzhai, who lost his lower body, opened his mouth and spit out, "Shen Huo!"

The howling flame turned into a shining sun, suddenly bombarding the nearby Uzhihualie.

At such a close distance, Wu Zhihualie couldn't dodge, and the temperature of this fireball is comparable to that of the overwhelming flames in the state of Swastika!

"Double death..." Mao Zhihualie thought secretly, rather reluctantly.

She was reluctant to die. If she died under Fang Lang's swordsmanship, she would not be afraid, but at this moment, she was very unwilling.

At this moment, the hairpin on her hairline shone with golden light and turned into a ball, protecting her inside!..