"What's wrong? You seem surprised, but your reaction was beyond my expectations, and I thought you were going to attack me with a sword. ”

Lan Zhan walked out of the passage directly opposite unhurriedly, and said with a chuckle to Yan San as if chatting about family life, of course, it would be better if he didn't carry a knife.

Yan San naturally would not be deceived by this appearance, compared to the loyal and honest good man who was disguised in the Corpse Soul Realm, the current blue dye was more than ten times more aggressive in terms of spiritual pressure and momentum, and in his perspective, it was like a humanoid volcano walking towards him, and the unimaginably huge energy seemed to erupt at any time.

However, there are still some things that are more concerning.

Retracting his gaze from the Broken Jade that exuded a misty color between his chest and abdomen, Yan San's eyes reflected the image of the blue dye at this time, the white fluid-like unknown substance centered on the Broken Jade, and the body attached to the blue dye extended out radially, and it was not difficult to imagine that it would soon envelop his entire person.

And not only that, turning his spiritual pressure into tentacles, Yan San could clearly feel the changes that occurred in the other party's spiritual pressure.

'Have you started to evolve...'

I learned about this situation from Kisuke Urahara's information, so Yan San was not surprised.

But that's fine, just go ahead with the plan.

“... It's just a little weird, and I thought you'd have to slaughter at least a few ten-blades before you come out. ”

Yan San didn't have much emotional fluctuation on his face, he replied lightly, and then held the slashing knife that slipped out of his sleeve with his right hand.

Lan Zhan saw Yan San's movements as a matter of course, but he didn't care, so he picked up the conversation and continued.

"No way, those mediocre people are not qualified to be on your stage, so I am the only one to accompany you personally. ”

"yes, I think you can't wait, do you think you've caught up with me? ”

"Wouldn't you just try it? ”

While talking, the two of them also kept the same rhythm under their feet and walked towards each other, and then at a certain moment, the soles of their feet fell at the same time, and they stepped on the ground and made a crisp sound.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the flowing air, the dust that drifted away, the spirit child who was stirred up by the spiritual pressure emitted unconsciously, everything stopped at this moment.

And then......

Ding———boom!

It was as if the taut silk strings were supported to the extreme, accompanied by a series of rapidly rising metal crashing sounds, and a violent explosion exploded in the hall, instantly breaking the entire ground into dense cobweb-like cracks.

And the disappeared figures of Yan San and Lan Zhan also appeared in the center of the main hall, both of them maintaining a posture of holding a knife in one hand, and the two slashing knives wrapped around a huge amount of spiritual pressure pressed against each other.

"Blocked... Not bad..."

Lowering his eyes, Yan San stared coldly at Lan Zhan's face, and the arm holding the slashing knife continued to exert force, slowly pressing down the opponent's slashing knife.

"No, it's a little bit off. ”

His arm trembled slightly, and Aizen looked close at hand, gradually pointing at the tip of his knife, and a drop of cold sweat slid down the side of his face.

However, even so, the smile on his face did not converge in the slightest, but Yan San saw a trace of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Huh!"

Seeing this, Yan San grinned coldly, and the raised right foot instantly turned into an afterimage, like a wielding giant hammer, smashing heavily towards Aizen's abdomen.

Bang!

A muffled sound was heard, and the air dissipated in a very short time, accompanied by the water vapor in the sky, and Aizen flew backwards like a ball that had been kicked away.

With one blow, Yan San didn't stop his hand in the slightest, the arm holding the slashing knife swung back violently, his muscles tensed in an instant, and then he directly threw the slashing knife out as a hidden weapon, piercing the air and making a sharp roar.

At the same time, Yan San's body squatted slightly, his fists clenched, his right arm bent to his side, his left arm slightly stretched forward and pointed forward, and his mouth was low.

"[Instant-Thor Armament]!"

The surging spiritual pressure burst out through his body, stirring up a burst of dazzling white light, and then quickly condensed and compressed in an instant, covering Yan San's two forearms.

In the next moment, a pair of lifelike blue-and-white gauntlets appeared, as if they had been meticulously carved by countless craftsmen.

Only Yan San, who has almost god-like control over the spirit son, can easily complete this kind of operation, not to gather and transform the spirit child into an entity, but to arrange a large number of ultra-high-density spirit pressures in a specific form, and then manifest it into a fixed form.

Originally, it was because of the too violent power of [Instant] that Xing Jun's battle clothes were stripped of the shoulders and the fabric behind his back.

This is a situation that Yeichi cannot avoid even under his best control.

And now, Yan San has gathered all his strength into a pair of fists, and directly increased his attack power against a small area by a large margin.

The air suddenly exploded, and before Aizen's slightly bowed body could adjust, a fist appeared in front of him as if it had crossed space.

A circle of air exploded, and Yan San's left fist was imprinted on Aizen's chest without the slightest hindrance.

The visible qi of the naked eye penetrated through the body, and the upper body of the blue dyed body leaned up slightly uncontrollably, revealing the collapsed jade that exuded a strange streamer in the middle of the chest and abdomen.

After a series of movements, the sword that seemed to have been forgotten appeared in front of Aizen, and then, as if it had been carefully calculated, stabbed straight into the middle of Aizen's forehead, shattering his already almost stagnant consciousness again.

At this time, Yan San's long-awaited right fist also grasped this fleeting time difference, and slammed towards Honyu like thunder.

"[Immortal Flame Kill]!"

The black-and-red smoke spiraled around the blue-white gauntlets in chains, adding a touch of hideousness to the already powerful attack.

Boom ————

The clearly visible air cannon roared out from behind Aizen, instantly piercing the thick white wall behind him, and then continued to penetrate without the slightest diminish, blasting a large fan-shaped area behind him, dozens of rooms and passages into ruins.

............

Smoke filled the air, and small stones fell from the edge of the broken ceiling.

Aizen leaned against a ruined wall, his head was driven up high by the inertia of the slashing knife, and he couldn't see his expression at all, and his chest stopped rising and falling, without the slightest breath.

Yan San stretched out his hand and took back the slashing knife inserted in Aizen's head, and after holding the hilt, he threw it heavily to his side.

The habitual movements, but not as blood splattered as after slaying the enemy before, only the sharp sword qi cut a few clean knife marks on the ground.

"Qi!"

Staring at the fist-sized hole in Aizen's torso, the broken jade that floated in the center of the hole, as if it were completely undamaged.

As for indigo dyeing... Forget it, Bangyu is fine, what can be the problem.

The hollow just looked serious, not a wound at all, after all, there would be a nebula-like background in anyone's wound.

Sure enough, in the next second, a large mass of white unknown matter poured out from the hole in the blue dye's chest, like eating the crops of Jin Kela, rapidly multiplying and spreading, except for the two pitch-black eye sockets in the eyes, the whole person was like a chrysalis before the butterfly, and it was wrapped tightly in an instant.

"Huh.. Ha ha.. Hahaha!!"

The irrepressible laughter echoed in this ruined hall, even though it was no longer possible to see the expression on Aizen's face, Yan San could still hear the ecstasy from this laughter.

"It feels like the whole world is different, and that's... the world through the eyes of the transcendent..."

Clenched his fists, feeling his state for a moment, Aizen muttered to himself.

"And this unspeakable power. ”

(To be continued.) ）