Shinigami: A Double God, Younger Brother Aizen

call out

Golden light bloomed from the tip of the blade, and with a sharp sound breaking through the air, a laser beam shone out from the Zhuyin blade.

"snort!"

In mid-air, Unohana Eight Thousand Ryu disappeared instantly. When she reappeared, she was already 50 meters away. She let go of her left hand covering her chest, and ten bleeding holes were embedded in her chest.

"Did you avoid it?

"You are so beautiful Shunpo, I originally planned to pass you through."

"It seems that I underestimate you a little."

Lan Yan took back the Zanpakutō with his right hand, and the image of Unohana Yachiryu ducking sideways to avoid the laser beam piercing his heart at the critical moment appeared in his mind.

That kind of fighting consciousness that seemed to make the body react one step ahead of time without thinking, made him couldn't help but praise softly.

"call!"

"I was almost killed by you with one move."

"You seem to have completely seen through my Bankai and Kendo."

Uozhihua Baqianli took a breath, and then smiled happily.

Facing death made her so happy. At the same time, she also discovered that Lan Yan seemed to know all her actions beforehand.

Whether it was elementalization in advance or the laser beam pointed directly at the heart, they were all prepared in advance, 03 and then she took the initiative to join in the opponent's attack.

"It's not like it seems, but it's completely seen through."

Lan Yan corrected Maozhihua Baqianliu's words.

"Yeah?"

Hearing this, Maozhihua Baqianliu tightened his fingers on the knife, and then counteracted everything.

Tsk

Blood surged from the palm like a drop of blood. It first soaked the blade, dyeing it blood red, and then spurted out, turning into blood red sword light, melting all the desert blocking the road.

Whether it's sand or air, everything melts in front of the blood-red sword light.

Not cut open, but melted away.

All substances that touch the light of the blood knife will corrode and melt.

Even the spirits in the air are no exception.

boom

Lan Yan raised the sword with one hand and picked it up casually, flying away the bloody sword light released by Maozhihua Baqianliu.

Boo hoo hoo

Seeing this, Unohana Eight-Thousand-Ryu was not discouraged and stepped on Shunpo while wielding the sword with both hands.

In an instant.

Bloody slashes spread across the desert, like a sudden rain and strong wind, rushing towards Lan Yan from all directions.

But in the face of this feast of blood, he had no intention of moving a step. He just stood there and waved his sword with one arm to push away the oncoming dozens or hundreds of bloody swords.

A terrifying rain of scarlet knives could not get past the Zanpakutō in his hand, let alone injure it at all.

click

In just a few seconds, the desert with a radius of several kilometers has been cut into holes, like a cake cut into dozens of pieces, one piece in the east, one piece in the west, a larger piece, and a smaller piece.

Only the foothold under Lan Yan's feet was not damaged at all.

"Let's stop the pointless attacks."

"You should have stronger tricks!"

Lan Yan swung his sword again, and after flying away the three bloody slashes that flew through the air, he slashed hundreds of swords at one breath. Unohana Yachiryu, whose Reiatsu began to decline a little and his movements were a little slow, said .

"This knife."

"I only used it on the captain."

"When I faced you at the Spiritual Arts Academy, I only used the part that belonged to the sword."

Unohana Yachiru's eyes glowed with bloodthirsty, he clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and the Zanpakutō in his palm began to extend outward, turning into a slender curved blood blade.

At the same time, blood-red Reiatsu burst out all over the body, like a rolling river of blood, first spreading in all directions, and then all flowing towards the blade.

When the last trace of red Reiatsu in the air was injected into the blade, she took a step forward and slashed forward with both hands.

"They are all gone. Eight thousand flows."

With a simple swing of the knife, the air in all directions, as well as the spirits, were eroded and melted in an instant, and the desert was cut open along with it.

The scarlet blood blade melted the sky, eroded the desert, split thousands of meters of ravines, and descended on the land of Hueco Mundo like a blood-red sky.

Seeing the giant bloody blade falling from the sky, no, it was chopping down like a blood-colored sky, Lan Yan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and then raised the flashing candlelight horizontally above his head.

boom

Accompanied by a loud noise like a meteorite falling from the sky, the terrifying blood-red storm spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, the desert and the spirits were eroded and melted.

However.

The next second, the huge bloody blade like a sky curtain suddenly stopped in mid-air, hovering directly above Lan Yan, and was held by him with one hand. No matter how Unohana Eight-Thousand-Ryu waved it or released Reiatsu, it could not move forward. Not even a cent down.

It was like holding back the collapsing and falling bloody sky with one hand and one sword.

This scene of being able to carry the sky shocked the eight thousand people of Maozhihua and was moved by it.

Shikai vs. Bankai.

It’s completely a one-sided crushing!

It's just that it was not Lan Yan's Shikai that was crushed, but himself after using Bankai.

"You seem surprised?"

"Could it be that the principals from two thousand years ago couldn't do this?"

Lan Yan's right wrist holding the sword violently exerted force, and the sword light burst out with brilliant golden light, which instantly overshadowed the Unohana eight thousand swordsman.

After the golden light dissipated, what disappeared with it was the huge bloody blade that spanned the sky just now, like a sky curtain.

The only thing that can prove the existence of the golden light just now is that a golden crack like a giant python appeared on the sky, winding and circling in the void sky.

Stay for a long time.

If Unohana Eight-Thousand-Ryu's sword slashed through the blood-red sky, then his sword slashed through the sky.

"No."

"He did it."

"Although the method is different, the result is the same. My swordsmanship, my Bankai, and all my power were reduced to ashes in front of Ryūjin Jakka."

Maozhihua Baqianliu withdrew his gaze from looking at the crack in the sky and turned to Lan Yan:

"You are now equivalent to the Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni 430 from two thousand years ago, no, slightly better than the Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni 430 from a thousand years ago.

As soon as these words came out.

The majestic tide of Reiatsu goes straight to the starry sky, like a golden river, suspended in the starry sky of Hueco Mundo, flowing freely, rolling and turbulent, as strong as the First Generation Kenpachi. Facing this vast Reiatsu, the whole body is tense, as if carrying a mountain. .

"Slightly better than the principal from a thousand years ago?"

“What an arrogant comment!”

"No, it should be your perception of power that can only make you make such a judgment."

Lan Yan stands under the Reiatsu River, overlooking the Eight Thousand Rivers of Maozhihua:

"How long did it take for the principal to defeat you?"

he asked word for word.

When Maozhihua Baqianliu heard this, he did not speak, but raised his left hand and spread his five fingers one after another.

"I see."

"As a thank you for helping me practice and letting me step into the boundaries of Shinigami.

"I will help you revise your perception of power."

The words just fell.

Lan Yan has moved across the sky to directly above the Unohana Eight-Thousand River, and brought it in front of the opponent together with the Reiatsu River that flows from bottom to top and upstream to the ceiling of Hueco Mundo.

"when?"

Unohana's eight thousand beautiful eyes tightened, and Reiatsu's perception and five senses didn't even have time to look upward to capture the battle information. He was already one step ahead and raised his hands above his head.

The right hand clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and the left hand pressed against the back of the knife. The whole body was tense, as if facing a powerful enemy.

The next scene also proved how correct it was for her body to react in advance without thinking and controlling it.

"The Holy Sword draws its edge."