Chapter 51: The Death of Ichibei
The vibration that swept through the entire Corpse Soul Realm and the Spirit King's Palace did not end, but continued, and soon spread to the present world and the void circle.
"Lord Spirit King!" Ichibei of the main department obviously thought of the source of this shock, so he didn't care about Madara Uchiha, who was fighting with him, and shouted loudly in the direction of the Spirit King's Palace.
"Poof,"
The blade entered the flesh and made a chilling sound.
Ichibei's eyes widened, although he knew that Madara Uchiha didn't use his true strength to deal with him, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated by him like this.
Madara Uchiha's face, which was still more than ten meters away, suddenly appeared in front of the first guard of the main department, still holding the katana that had been inserted into his heart.
"How is that possible?" Ichibei of the main department said in disbelief, and a feeling of powerlessness surged over his body.
"A new opponent has appeared, and you have no need to exist, a soldier in the main department." Madara Uchiha said with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and the katana in his hand also twisted around.
"Youhabach, I hope you can get me excited." Madara Uchiha unconcernedly drew his weapon, blood slowly dripping down the blade.
The body of the head of the war, Ichibei, fell limply and fell downward, while Madara Uchiha strode towards the Spirit King's Palace in the distance, where there were enemies he approved.
"Don't want to pass through here!" A hand suddenly grabbed Madara Uchiha's ankle, and when he looked down, it was actually a soldier of the main department of the army, who was supposed to be dead.
"You're so tenacious." Madara Uchiha looked at the head of the army and smiled, but there was a flash of murder in his eyes, although he was a ninja, he was never a patient person.
"Dusk, dark night, please take a trip ~ meet to drink a bowl ~ drink this bowl of soul flying and scattering ~ Huangquan Road, there are its own flowers, blooming as a companion ~ Where is the delicacies, dyed and black, divided into eight pieces, the flame of pitch black, smoked to black, eat to your heart's content. After a full meal, the bones are full of white bones, and a tombstone is erected to mourn the sorrow. Your Excellency will not be resurrected again. If you want to make a sacrifice, it is not possible. ”
The lips of the main soldier of the army department moved, and he quickly recited the incantation in a very small voice, and at the same time, the 'white pen and one letter' in his real state in his hand waved in the wind, and endless black ink poured out, enveloping Madara Uchiha.
Black ink flowed into the air at Madara Uchiha's feet, and a huge circle was formed, and a group of black mausoleums and tombstones appeared out of thin air and contained Madara Uchiha inside.
"Don't turn too much to kill the tomb!"
A soldier of the main department put his hands together and slowly read out the name of his move, which was the strongest move in his 'real fight' state, and it was also a forbidden move, and life was flowing with the blood flowing from his chest.
The first guard of the main department knew that he was about to be unable to hold on, but he was determined to at least solve the big trouble in front of him: "In a hundred years, the Corpse Soul Realm will build a group of tombstones for you to mourn you after a hundred nights!" ”
"Smoke it with the black that wraps around you. Your blood, your flesh, your bones, everything about you will be reduced to nothing, and even rebirth will not be allowed! ”
"Descend into pitch black hell, Madara Uchiha!"
"Will the Corpse Soul Realm still exist in a hundred years?" Madara Uchiha's laughter rang out, echoing through the black mausoleum and tombstones, as if they were demons from hell.
"I said, 'All your actions are in vain before my eyes,' right?"
With Madara Uchiha's voice, the mausoleum was destroyed, the tombstone collapsed, and only the man who walked slowly seemed to be an immortal being, independent of all destruction.
"Don't get in my way," Madara Uchiha slowly walked past Ichibei's side of the main department, but he didn't mean to stop in the slightest, "That's the last word." ”
"Bang,"
The body of the head of the war, Ichibei, turned into a blood mist in the sky, and along with his clothes and weapons, it became a blood-colored nothingness, and it could no longer stand in front of Madara Uchiha.
"Your Majesty!" Hasward knew what Madara Uchiha was going to do, so he didn't care about confronting Aizen Sosuke and Nimaya Wang Yue, and rushed directly into the air.
Although the movements of the four members of the pro-guard team and Ishida Yuryu were slightly slower than Hasward's, they all rushed towards the Spirit King Ouchi.
"At least keep one, or I'll have a headache." The mist rose in the camp of the Seven Martial Guards, and then hundreds of blue void flashes formed a dense barrage, blocking the exterminators.
"Rain of Light!"
Although he was in mid-air, Ishida Yulong's movements were extremely flexible, and with one hand, a dense rain of arrows shot out from the Lingzi bow, forming a torrent and meeting Stark's attack.
"Boom,"
Despite Stark's strength, the strength of Ishida Yulong, who had awakened his holy script, was also not weak, and the attacks of the two sides collided in mid-air, erupting into a violent air current.
Although Stark's attack had been blocked, the powerful shockwave stopped the Exterminators, causing them to stop helplessly.
"Zheng~"
The metal collided, and Hasward held a long knife and looked coldly at the handsome man in front of him, and Hasward knew that it was Ulquiola, the fourth of the king's seven guards, who stood in front of him.
"You stop them, I'll go to Your Majesty first." Without looking back, Hasward instructed the guards and Ishida Yuryu behind him.
"Whoever obstructs the king will be intercepted by us." In this short period of time, His Majesty's Seven Martial Guards had already surrounded the Exterminators.
"Get out of the way!" Hasward shouted angrily, and then the terrifying spiritual pressure on his body erupted, and Ulquiora, who was blocking in front of him, was directly blown out by it without noticing.
"Stop him!" Everyone in the Seven Martial Guards of His Majesty knew the strength of Ulquiola, and when they saw that he was easily defeated, they naturally did not dare to slack off.
"Cangjian Cannon!"
Helibel's spiritual pressure coalesced on his saber, and then stabbed straight at Hasward's back, and the spiritual pressure cannonball was fired at high speed.
However, this powerful blow was not the slightest threat to Hasward, whose strength could be compared to Aizen Sosuke and others, and even though he had sensed the enemy's attack, he did not have the slightest intention of dodging.
"Huh~"
After the 'Cangjian Cannon' silently disappeared a few meters behind Hasward, the 'Sword God' Eriya Wang Yue, who had been standing still, had also made a move and threw the knife in his hand at Hasward.
The knife that the second Yawang Yue threw out was the failed work he had created, the 'Sheath Fu', and the blade was so sharp that the scabbard that could hold it could not be made at all.
As the sound of breaking the air came, the sharpness and smoothness that caused the 'Sword God' and the two House Kings Yue to have a headache revealed its terrifying features, and even the protective spiritual pressure around Hasward's body was easily cut like tofu.
“?!”
Hasward was shocked in his heart, although he had already guessed that the knife that the two Yawang Yue specially brought to the battlefield was an extraordinary product, but it was really terrifying to think about such a thing as breaking his own talisman spiritual pressure with only his sharpness.
"Although I also hate Madara Uchiha," saw Hasward glaring at him, and Futsuya Wang Yue scratched his head helplessly, "but it doesn't feel bad to let him kill Yuhabach first." ”
"Wise choice, Nimaya," Aizen smiled as well, he didn't participate in intercepting the Exterminator, but he didn't stop the others either, "I feel the same way." ”