"Hahaha... This is power, this is the swastika that you Grim Reaper dreams of! Imp, tell me now... Who of us is the weakling! Who is evil! ”

At the tip of the stone tower, the silver city Kugo who smiled in the sun exuded an ominous coldness.

"Swastika? If that's what you're looking for... The Silent Spirit Court has long since been destroyed. ”

Qinghe mocked in calm... This is still learned from Kuchigi Hakuya.

"At this point, are you still holding on to the so-called orthodoxy and reserve, and refuse to release the power of the sword? You're just underestimating people, and you'll give me enough to stop, little ghost! ”

Silver City Kugo, whose strength had obviously increased by a notch, came with a cold roar, and the giant sword in his hand slashed down from the sky.

"You can't even control your own strength, it's really an evil way... Ninety-four of the bound road, four guns of blood seal. ”

Qinghe, who had dispersed the flames, stepped back, and the first black-red javelin that seemed to drip blood appeared.

"I'm stronger than ever... Die, only a little ghost with good kung fu! ”

In the face of the binding road after No. 90, Yincheng Kugo actually showed a look of indifference... If he had come from the Orthodox Death Academy, he would have understood that now was the time to distance.

Whew - Kiyowa threw the first blood spear.

With a hideous face, Kura Ginjo swung his giant sword to knock it down... Unexpectedly, the blood spear passed through his weapon like this, frozen in his left arm.

The pain, paralysis, and abnormal state he expected were all gone, but there was a strong uneasiness in his heart... The breath on this blood spear is too dark.

"Damn... What the hell did you do..."

Stopping the pursuit, Ginjo Sogo stretched out his right hand and tried to pull out the bloody spear from his left arm... But I can't even touch it.

Whew... The next three blood spears were thrown by Qinghe in turn, and even if he tried to dodge, he was quickly overtaken.

Snap - With Kiyowa's palms, blood-colored arcs of lightning surged out from the four blood spears, enveloping the body of Silver City Kugo.

With his body out of control, Kugo Ginjo couldn't even make a sound, just stared at Kiyowa with an unbelievable gaze, as if he was going to devour him alive.

"The more you struggle... The more breath is provided to the Blood Lance. If you have a little common sense, just now retract your strength and choose to use the Slashing Knife itself to resist, then it will naturally be fine. ”

With Kiyowa's explanation, Ginjo stopped casting his power in shock... Sure enough, the binding force is much smaller.

"It's late, your soul is too impure... I asked you at the beginning if you regret it in pain or regret in despair... If you don't answer, then you'll be given both. ”

Qinghe, who turned his hands, completely activated the blood spear: "Communicate with your dead companions in the dark, they are all in your body." ”

Qinghe's words, like whispers from the abyss, made Ginjo Kugo fall into great horror: "No... No, it's you ghosts who don't..."

Bang - before he could finish his sentence, the pitch-black coffin that appeared sealed him in completely.

"Power drives people crazy."

Dropping such a sentence, Qinghe came to the black coffin, and once again constructed four blood spears with both hands, and did the final fixing work in an oblique cross - the strength of Yincheng Kongwu after the liberation of the art can even be comparable to that of the superior captain.

But his soul is too mottled, or... He killed those members of the Perfection Technique, and the power he absorbed had not yet been fully integrated.

Qinghe, who discovered this, chose this directly... It was very bloody and cruel to nail him to death in the coffin, and the process did not even cost him much strength: those unwilling souls provided breath and strength, and he just pushed it.

As long as he is sealed for a day, those souls will be entangled with him inside, fighting him all the time, but they will not die... Because in this, there is no loss of power.

Throwing the black coffin into the Eight Mirrors, Qinghe looked up into the distance... The battlefield was divided into two places: one for four people for Aizen and two for Ichimaru Gin.

"Uncle, I hope I won't use your strength in the end."

After taking a deep breath, Qinghe stomped on the ground, and his body hurried towards the blue dye.

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"Idiot, I told him not to use that immature power."

For the defeat of Ginjo Sogo so quickly, Aizen did not have any sympathy.

"Aizen Sosuke, you don't seem to be qualified to talk about others..."

The erratic Hirako appeared from behind Aizen, and the slashing knife slashed horizontally... Bite!

Aizen, who didn't look at it, put his right hand back down, and his left hand easily grabbed Urahara's weapon, and at the same time dragged Yaichi who was blocking the flying kick.

"The three of you can't even do anything, how do you cultivate?" Urahara used Yoichi's shoulder to complete a side kick, forcing Aizen to let go of his blade and temporarily break away from the three.

"It's as simple as eating and drinking, you monkeys in human skin, naturally can't understand it."

Dingding... Facing Hirako, who is like a flea, Urahara left a deep wound on his body after two gears and two blows.

At this time, Qinghe finally arrived... Instantaneous mode is on again.

Whew... Yaichi, who twisted his neck, did the same, but it was an S-shaped body under the blue thunderbolt-covered bodysuit.

Rumble!

There was no need to communicate at all, and the two of them were full of firepower and each came to a powerful bombardment against Aizen.

"Sixty-one of the bound paths, six rods of light prison!"

Urahara's assistance then arrives, and a dark shadow flashes through the smoke... Aizen dodged easily, and met Hirako again, and his disgusting smile.

Buzz——!

Faced with the situation of four to one, Aizen also had to improve his spiritual power again... At this time, he missed his mirror very much, and if it worked, these three people would have been defeated just now.

"It seems that Captain Aizen has to be serious too."

Qinghe didn't have any idea of stinging with his spiritual power, and once again attacked from a different direction than Yoyichi.

Aizen raised his eyebrows, calmly took the attack of the two with one punch and one leg, and did not forget to avoid the annoying ghost path entanglement of Urahara, and of course, Hirako.

The five-person battle group was strangely maintained in a very delicate balance... The power of indigo dyeing is vividly reflected at this moment: what if there are four people?

As time passed, the scorching aura that enveloped the entire Silent Spirit Court began to slowly fade... This signal made Aizen frown: now, he had to consider the possibility that Yamamoto might join the battle.

What these four people are doing now, he knows very well... is consuming their own spiritual power.

"Well, let's show you what despair is."

Forced by the situation, Aizen completely let go of his spiritual pressure—and Kiyowa finally experienced the feeling of the three of Assido: dull, suffocating, and desperate.

This person is really unreasonable... Because the spiritual pressure he possessed was already extremely close to the tenth rank.

What does the 10th spiritual pressure mean? Twice as much as the ninth, four times as much as the eighth... In terms of the total amount of spiritual pressure, the four of them together are the same as each other.

This also means that his combat effectiveness will reach a very terrifying level, because quantitative changes will bring qualitative changes... That's why Seiwa set the level of Aizen as "Super Captain Level".