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Chapter 299 Aizen: Someone wants to see me explain?

Aizen was disappointed with Masaki Makotosuke.

With just one move, Haier directly used one of the broken paths, the impact force gathered, to stab the gauntlet, shake the hand holding the sword, and shake the rope away, the tiger's mouth was split open, and blood flowed out.

If it weren't for the fact that there are no good talents to use, Aizen would not choose someone like Masaki Makotosuke.

Makoto Makotosuke, in Aizen's eyes, has nothing but loyalty.

Aizen, on the other hand, just doesn't care about loyal people.

Whether loyal or disloyal, to Aizen, it makes no difference.

He has the confidence to control the ability of the subordinates he needs.

On the contrary, Aizen cares more about the abilities of his subordinates.

For example, Haier in front of him is very perfect, perfect to the point of being impeccable.

This spirit control technique is simply the icing on the cake for his research.

"Yes, Aizen-sama."

Masaki Makotosuke showed a look of shame on his face. He didn't expect that he was worse than Urahana Ichiro. With just one move, he was beaten by the rhythm and way of fighting.

The blood dripping from the tiger's mouth made him clearly realize that his spiritual pressure was stronger than that of Har'er, but in a fight, he was really no match for Har'er.

There was some anger in his heart, annoyed that Haer made himself so embarrassing in front of Lord Lan Ran.

"Next, you're hopeless, kid!"

Masaki Makotosuke's face was gloomy, and he tightly held Asagi with his bloody palm, standing upright in front of his eyes, on the side of the blade, and chanted: "Those who are bound to death, there is no escape—the one who binds the dead hangs upside down!"

Makoto Makoto's assistant started to release the shallow sword, and under the white light, the blade turned into three gray ropes like poisonous snakes, twisting towards the sky.

The death tyrant costume on his body fluttered and rattled, and the spiritual pressure that was five times stronger than before spread out like a hurricane shock wave, sweeping across the area and rustling the surrounding leaves.

Haier squinted his eyes, this was the first time he saw Asahiji as Zanpakuto.

Makoto Makotosuke was about 70 times stronger than his spiritual pressure just now, and now he is once again stronger and multiplied by 5.

In terms of Reiatsu alone, Masaki Makotosuke was already 350 times stronger than Haer.

The power obtained after the initial solution is amazing.

It's not at the same level as it was before Shijie.

"No matter how fine the skill is, it is futile in the face of a god of death who has just understood."

Masaki Makotosuke was full of confidence again, thinking that he was just careless just now.

In front of Shi Jie's God of Death, how could ordinary people be able to match him?

This abundant power of initiation is unmatched by any ordinary person.

Masaki Makotosuke walked steadily towards Harrier step by step, the oppressive Reiatsu was like a tall building leaning down, he held the handle of the knife that bound the dead upside down with sharp eyes, and the three gray ropes formed by the sword body were twisted It spread, and said coldly: "Restrain, hang him, bind the dead and hang him upside down!"

After Makotosuke finished speaking, the three gray ropes turned into swords twisted with excitement, like a hungry poisonous snake smelling delicious food, twisted the ropes, stretched 30 meters, and shot them all in the direction of Haier.

Three ropes like poisonous snakes pierced through the air and stabbed towards Haier.

'bang bang bang'

The shallow sword held by Haier cut three blades of light, and cut on the end of the rope. When the shallow sword in his hand hit the rope, there was a sudden sound from the sword.

"Call my name..."

An indistinct voice was transmitted from the light strike in Haier's hand into his mind.

Haier took a look at his shallow shot.

"Are you kidding me? To deal with this kind of thing, I need your knife to show up?" Hai Er suddenly smiled, the light strike in his hand was written into his own spirit and belief, and now he has a kind of reluctance to choose a knife, and he wants to use it. The feeling of the world from your own hands.

No one knows himself better than Haier.

From the moment he got the light gun, he wrote his own spirit and belief, and this light gun is already his own weapon, and will follow him in the future.

The weapon responded to him all the time, longing to appear, longing to see Har, longing to call him, longing to need Him.

Haier's response seemed to be transmitted to Qian Da, and Qian Da calmed down.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Lan Ran raised her brows slightly, and was very surprised in her pupils.

How long did it take him to get a shallow beating from Urahana Ichiro?

Is the spirit and belief in writing enough to make Qianda start to respond?
This is probably too fast.

Unless, he is a person who understands his own heart better than anyone else, has an extremely clear understanding of himself, penetrates into the depths of his heart, and understands why he is his own person.

The pupils in the blue-dyed black-rimmed glasses had begun to flash dangerously.

This means that the child in front of him may not be able to be controlled by himself.

He is so special.

Genius than himself.

"If that's all it is, then it's over."

Har'er's sword light flickered, and under the sunlight, Qian Da lit up with a dark red magnificent sword light, defending airtightly.

The power is five times stronger than that before the beginning of the solution, and it is impossible to attack the sword and sword shadow that Harer swayed, and the skill of Harper's unloading and force is not something that can be explained by the peak.

That is the most reasonable way to arrange the combination of microscopic spirit particles. Even if it is a Reaper who has just understood, there is no way to break through his defensive sword light.

Just like ordinary carbon atoms, they can be combined into carbon from microscopic arrangements, and can also be combined into diamonds with top hardness.

It's not that Masaki Makotosuke is too weak.

Any god of death who can be understood at the beginning is assigned a seat in the fan team, which is already above 90.00% of the soul world.

However, in the face of Haier, these ordinary physical attacks can rely on the physical strength of the stable structure formed by the spiritual particles, and there is no way to match him.

Only some weird and strange abilities can affect Haier.

Makoto Makoto's help is not listed here.

"Really, let's end it then." Masaki Makotosuke was still full of confidence, and he had already walked ten meters in front of Harley, his mouth curled up with a calm face.

The Deathbinder Hanging is a physical weapon for close combat, with a variety of attack methods, and almost no one can escape from the cage of the rope.

As Makotosuke approached the three gray ropes that had been cut by the light of the knife, they became more treacherous and stronger.

"End. Death-Binder Abyss." Masaki Makotosuke sneered with the corners of his mouth curled up, and walked towards Harle with Shunpo, waving the Death-Binder in his hand to hang upside down, and the three ropes formed a whirlpool abyss, rolling up the nearby The dead leaves and grass surrounded Har's figure inside.

"ended."

Masaki Makotosuke drew the corners of his mouth into a faint smile, watching Haru in the abyss of the dead, about to be bound to death.

With the strength of Haier's spiritual pressure, once bound to death, it is absolutely impossible to break free.

He was sure.

Suddenly.

The corners of his mouth froze.

The figure of Har in the Abyss of the Deathbinder, pierced by three ropes, is a phantom.

Masaki Makotosuke's eyes widened suddenly, and he fell down without feeling his neck. Before he fell down, he heard applause.

He dropped his head, and saw that Har was standing behind him, facing Lord Aizen.

"When... what Shunpo... cut off his head without a trace of expression."

Masaki Makotosuke looked at Har's back in a daze, and the dead leaves rolled up by the three ropes drifted away and began to fall, burying his blood-spitting headless corpse.

Before his consciousness went completely dark, he heard Aizen's clapping and speaking.

"It's really a shocking manipulation skill. In the soul world, your white swordsmanship technique is the strongest I've ever seen." Lan Ran sighed.

The child in front of him was really the best person he had ever seen in manipulating spirits.

Even without the initial solution, it is enough to rely on the super-powerful spirit control skills to arrange the sharpest sword blades from the microcosm, and deal with the god of death who started the initial solution. No matter who looks at it, it will be shocking.

This is a battle that is 350 times stronger than itself, and in the eyes of others, it is impossible to win the battle.

But he won, and easily.

Masaki Makotosuke has no way to match.

Unless he has the spiritual pressure that completely destroys the spiritual substructure he built from the very beginning, any stalemate and confrontation with him will be defeated by the power of the different spiritual substructures he has built.

And among the people who have this spiritual pressure, Aizen is included.

"Come on, let me see to what extent your ability has reached." Lan Ran sighed and said, he was very curious, what kind of initial understanding is it like to have such a control of the fineness of the spirit.

What a brilliant beginning was that?

"Why don't you let me have a look at your initial solution first." Hai Er said flatly while holding his hand.

Aizen was slightly taken aback.

Unexpectedly, someone would want to see his initial solution.

With a smile, he slowly pulled out the Zanpakuto from his waist, and said:

"as you wish."

(End of this chapter)