The Hill of the Two Poles.

The last snow of late winter has finally arrived.

The old man alone, his hands stacked on the end of the hilt of the slashing knife, stood straight at the highest point of the corpse soul realm... is like the 10,000-year-old ancient cypress, quietly looking at the warmth and coldness of people in this world, and the vicissitudes of life.

The snowflakes that fell in the sky were not yet happy, but the rain was galloping... I don't know if the snow has taken over the rain's territory, or if the rain has invaded the snow's territory.

At this moment, the rain and snow are dancing together, whether it is for winter practice, or for the upcoming spring... The old man did not know.

But he knew that the Corpse Soul Realm... Or the whole world has reached the last moment of life and death.

As if aware of this, Yamamoto, who raised his head, looked up at the hazy sky, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether it was rain or snow falling... Disaster struck.

Under the fluctuation of the spirit child... It represents the coming of the gates of hell of ominous, bloody, and desperate despair.

Before the fear of the Jing Ling Ting, which had become an "empty city", the scorching spiritual pressure that emerged from the old man's body calmed them... In an instant, the rain melted the snow, the snow turned into water, the water soaked through the ice, and the ice gradually faded layer after layer.

For a while, the snow flies, the spring rain falls, the chill appears, and the warmth is warm.

Winter and spring, cold and sun... At this moment, the indulgence was intertwined, and the sleeping demon god was awakened: "Everything is in ashes... Flowing blades! ”

Yamamoto's voice resounded throughout the court... The scorching spiritual pressure that rises to the sky is as panicked as the sun.

So the snow stopped, the rain stopped, and the blood-colored gate that made people palpitate was not so terrifying... In this world, all that remains is the brilliance of the sun!

"What a sun... It's been a long time, Yamamoto Motoyanagi is a heavy country. ”

Aizen, who emerged from the gates of hell, was followed by hundreds of black-robed followers... His fair-skinned and evil face was full of admiration at this time.

"Aizen Sosuke, sure enough, it's you... The old man will burn everything you have to ashes today. ”

The angry Yamamoto didn't mean to be stingy with his spiritual pressure at all... He is indeed old, but he still has a knife.

"The captain is still so confident... Knowing that I was coming, I sent everyone out. ”

"Shut up, you are a terrible sin... I don't have the right to call the old man that. Burn the castle! ”

Yamamoto, who wields a knife without saying a word, slashes the flaming blade into the air.

"Infernal Flame."

Facing the massive wall of flames, Aizen waved his hand and released crimson flames that intertwined with Yamamoto's solar fire... Whoosh.

The two flames that devoured each other became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the air at the same time.

"Alright... Gentlemen, go. ”

The blue dye who raised his hand appeared on his body with a crimson spiritual pressure containing gold edges... Hundreds of slender gold threads were connected to the black-robed man's body in this way.

Just like marionettes, hundreds of black-robed people drew their knives at the same time in the next moment-Keng!

The ominous spiritual pressure spread, and the black-robed people stepped forward in unison... For a moment, the sky was shrouded in darkness.

The sword of the Xia Dalu family is beginning to show its hideousness at this moment... These black-robed people who were originally only at the vice-captain-level spiritual pressure actually had the aura of the captain-level level.

"The Slasher... No, it's a sword... No wonder you have the courage to come to the old man... Songming. ”

Crash... Even in the face of hundreds of "captain" level attacks, Yamamoto is as steady as Mount Tai.

More than a dozen tornado-shaped flames spread out like this, enveloping the black-robed people who were trying to get close to him.

Poof, poof... One by one, the black-robed people who were shrouded were burned to ashes by the fire tornado, but none of them made a screaming sound: what caught Yamamoto's eyes was only indifference.

Their mission is to deplete the enemy's strength... Even if they die as a result, the golden thread that connects the body will resurrect them in the deepest parts of hell: and then, they will be truly free.

No more being tied down by anyone... Whether it is hell or death, it has nothing to do with them.

Whew!

The black-robed people who had avoided the fire tornado approached Yamamoto's body, and the swords that had been soaked in spiritual pressure turned into various shapes and smashed at Yamamoto with different kinds of attacks.

"Hot hell."

Around Yamamoto, who was standing still, dozens of pillars of fire sprung up in an instant, turning into scorched earth along with the earth and the attackers.

But even so, there were still a lot of black-robed people rushing over desperately... Sharp wind blades, jumping thunder and lightning, crazy branches, confusing phantoms, and deceptive visuals.

That's what the Knife is capable of... As long as there is a user who provides spiritual power, it can exert great strength.

"Fire rejection!"

Boom!

A fierce wind appeared with Yamamoto's stamped feet, and a circular wall of flame suddenly appeared around the flying white haori, preventing all attacks from approaching.

Airplanes... The powerful spiritual pressure enveloped the blade like fire, and Yamamoto, who was holding the sword in his right hand, danced countless afterimages, and one after another the sword pressure left the blade, cutting the attacking enemy in half.

Whew... Yamamoto, who disappeared in place, turned into a flickering afterimage, leaving an image in front of the black-robed people.

Poof... Then before they could attack, their bodies became torn apart.

Aizen in front of the gates of hell is indifferent to this slaughter, but his eyes always follow Yamamoto's body... Such an efficient killing is the result of the great consumption of spiritual pressure.

Even Yamamoto couldn't choose to kill the enemy slowly at such a time.

Bang... Bang... Over time, the volatility of the battle gradually subsided.

The men brought by Aizen were slaughtered by Yamamoto alone... The yellow earth of the Twin Poles Hill has also been completely scorched, and you can even see white smoke rising from it.

And Yamamoto's strong aura has also become weak... It's less than half of the time of the total victory.

Aizen, who had achieved his goal, drew his own sword... Although it looks exactly the same as the original mirror, the abilities are very different: the ability of this sword is the prototype of all the knives.

Airplanes... As the blade of the sword shook, a dark red light appeared on the other swords that remained under Yamamoto's flames, and instantly poured into the indigo-dyed blade.

"Yamamoto Motoyanagi is a heavy country, and you have lost your sword... How much strength is left? ”

The smiling Aizen disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he collided with Yamamoto.

Rumble... The flames that should have exploded were all sucked into the blade of the knife in his hand.

Feeling the rapid flow of spiritual power, Yamamoto instantly distanced himself and looked solemn: "Is this what you rely on?" ”

Yamamoto actually felt his spiritual pressure fluctuation on the weapon of the blue dye... This means that the flames generated by using the Flowing Blade will be sucked into the opponent's weapon.

Yamamoto, who was injected with spiritual pressure again, confirmed his conjecture... It has nothing to do with distance, as long as the flame is generated by his spiritual power, it will be sucked into the weapon of Aizen.