Ding, ding, ding......

I don't know how many times the sword and the petals collided in just one second, and each time they hit, they would be accompanied by thousands of scattered sword qi flying around, stirring the surrounding heaven and earth, as if they had also been cut into countless pieces by the Dao Dao hurricane.

In a few moments, in the terrifying energy of the waves, the blue flowers seemed to lack stamina, gradually stopped expanding outward, and quickly turned from prosperity to decline, withering and curtain calling. However, the more than a dozen sword qi attacked by Lan Dye were all stopped by him, and Wu Yue was not hurt in the slightest.

Seeing Wu Yue break through his attack with a sword, Lan Zhan's face was silent, but his eyes were extremely bright, "It's really a wonderful control, and the talent of the Exterminator in the control of the Spirit Son is indeed beyond the reach of death." ”

From his senses, he could tell that there was a huge gap between the two in terms of spiritual pressure.

It stands to reason that the battle of the Grim Reaper is almost equivalent to a contest of spiritual pressure, and the side with high spiritual pressure has an absolute suppressive effect on the side with low spiritual pressure. Don't you see, Grimmajo, who is as strong as one of the ten blades of the broken face, can't even stand under the pressure of the blue-dyed spirit? Not to mention fighting!

Wu Yue's current spiritual pressure is several grades worse than the sixtieth blade Grim Qiao, let alone compared to Ai Zhan. But it is such an inconspicuous spiritual pressure, but it exerts a power that surpasses the spiritual pressure itself, which is incredible.

At this moment, Wu Yue was once again immersed in the mysterious feeling when he first obtained the innate true qi, his consciousness was detached from his soul and body, and he was attached to the surrounding spirits, and in an instant, he felt that everything was showing earth-shaking changes.

Although the mere consciousness cannot see, hear, speak, or breathe, a joy called freedom fills the heart, and the soul is cleansed by it, so clear and clear in this moment that it is not stained with dust.

If he could, Wu Yue really wanted to let go of everything and completely integrate into the creation of heaven and earth, and never wanted to wake up again......

What is the real advantage of the Exterminator over the Grim Reaper?

Blood suit? Eucharist? Or is it a holy word?

No! Neither!

As the existence of crushing the god of death in the late stage, the real strength of the Destroyer lies in the control of the spirit son of the outside world, if it were not for the forcible opening of Urahara Kisuke in the thousand-year-old bloody battle, and the spiritual power implanted in the bodies of the Grim Reapers, it would be definitely not easy for the Grim Reaper of the same level to defeat the Destroyer.

And now Wu Yue, it can be said that he has truly surpassed the trap of the Exterminator, and entered a mysterious realm that he had never thought of before, which is manifested in the fact that even if he doesn't need to see with his eyes or ears, he can clearly know where those Grim Reapers are and what they are going to do.

Not only that, but the control of the mind over the spirit son of heaven and earth has entered a deeper level, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a finger, as long as he has one thought, he can let them do anything according to his own will! Like what......

As soon as the sword attacked by Lan Ran was broken, he saw Wu Yue's empty left hand quickly raised, his palm aimed at him, and his five fingers were held together in a distant distance.

Airplanes!!

In an instant, Aizen only felt that around his body, on all sides, there were invisible walls composed of Lingzi, as if a large transparent hand was quickly holding him.

This level of move obviously couldn't help Aizen, but the absolute control of Lingzi shown in it shocked him.

This guy has brought me so many surprises!

There was a strange look in Aizen's eyes, there was hatred and appreciation, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

At the last moment, the right hand of Aizen holding the knife swept in front of him, and the extremely strong spiritual pressure swept away the attacking Lingzi giant palm in a crushing attitude, but before he could turn defense into attack, he suddenly realized that a large area of dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky above his head......

"Huh? Not the cloud! This is...... Rain of Swords! ”

Lan Zhan raised his head, staring at the dense Lingzi sword rain like locusts in a daze, and his heart inevitably rose with heavy doubts, and in an instant, hundreds of thousands, millions of sword rains were released, all of which were about to catch up with the swastika of the rotten wood Hakuya!

How the hell did this guy do it?

No one answered the doubts in Lan Zhan's heart, and all that answered him was the sound of endless sword rain falling from the sky.

At this moment, there was no peace and indifference on Lan Ran's face, and some were solemn and solemn.

I hesitated a little in my heart, if I didn't show real kung fu, I obviously couldn't deal with the overwhelming sword rain, but if I exposed too many things before I got the broken jade, in case it aroused the vigilance of the corpse soul world......

Is it worth it? That's a problem!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

Without waiting for Lan Zhan to figure out the gains and losses, a wave of tens of thousands of Lingzi sword rain pierced the sky, enveloping the space within more than ten meters around him.

Aizen waved the mirror again, and in an instant, a sword pressure hundreds of meters long swept over his head, and the sword rain that fell at high speed was like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, and a small half of it was instantly erased by this extremely strong sword pressure.

With the exclamations behind him, the blue dye concocted it in the same way, and in an instant, he slashed out three sword pressures in a row, smashing all the sword rain that attacked, without missing a single sword shadow.

From this alone, it can be seen that his control of spiritual power has also reached the point of subtlety!

But so what?

Wu Yue, whose consciousness is integrated into heaven and earth, may have a limit to the spirit son that can be called at the same time, but the staying power is a bargain, as long as there is still a spirit child between heaven and earth, he is not worried that he will have the moment when his spiritual power is exhausted.

Immediately after the first wave of sword rain, the second and third waves swooped down, and the huge momentum made everyone watching the battle feel their scalps tingle and palpitations.

"Damn! Too passive! ”

Once again, the incoming rain of swords was shattered into a flood of spirits, and Lan Zhan couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

In the face of this kind of desperate and consuming attack, in addition to helplessness or helplessness, the mirror is indeed outrageously strong, but the profession is not right, no matter how strong it is, what is the use?

In this embarrassing situation, he can only defend steadily, passively fight with Wu Yue, unless he is willing to use all his strength, it is difficult to break through the continuous sword rain to attack Wu Yue's body.

For a while, the situation was in such a stalemate, and no one could help anyone.

I don't know if it was the first time that the sword rain that hit him in front of him, Lan Ran sighed secretly in his heart, and instead of defending, he put away his sword and sheathed it, standing calmly in the air.

With a peaceful and serene look, it seems that he is not engaged in a life-and-death battle, but sitting on a recliner in his backyard, bathing in the sun and sleeping peacefully, watching the strange scene of Wu Yue's heart beating suddenly.

"It's ...... it! This guy is going to do something!! ”