"If the 'universe' of the Kuchigi family's slashing knife is the replacement of time and space, then the world we are in now should also be the real world."

Aizen dropped his pen and said his first words of the afternoon.

"So, Lady Aizen, you think it's a real parallel world." Dongxian is still suitable for being a heel.

"If that's the simple thing, then why would we replace this real-world 'we' identity?"

They are not simply crossing, their identity, their abilities, have completely become the blue dye of this world, the east immortal of this world.

The only thing that hasn't changed is their memories.

Aizen asked this question, which was called how to answer Tosen and Ichimaru Gin.

A blind man who lives only in the grief of the past and justice in the future, invisible.

A teenager whose whole meaning of life is only protection and revenge.

The two of them together couldn't make up a normal brain, and these were clear to Aizen, and he didn't think about asking for an answer from the two.

Source change app】

"The law of cause and effect, perhaps, this world is the world of 'cause', and our world is the world of 'effect'."

It's getting weirder and weirder.

Ichimaru Silver thought that Aizen could say something shocking, but it turned out to be these strange words.

However, since meeting Hanyu Michizo, this guy Aizen has become more and more like a philosopher, and you thought about this all afternoon?

Behind him, Ichimaru has a silver belly, but he cares more about the others.

After coming to this world, the killing move left by Taidao Chuan Fence was made of the blood of Aizen Yusuke, and the "nirvana poison" integrated into his own slashing knife has disappeared.

Even Ichimaru Gin, whose strength has risen to the top captain level due to the toxins left behind by the Taidao River, has also fallen to the ordinary captain level.

However, the technology left behind by Taidaochuan is still in his mind, and as long as he obtains the blood of indigo, he can still restore those toxins.

In the shadows, Ichimaru Gin squinted his eyes and smiled like a little fox.

"Let's go, go on, I already feel the cause and effect of this world, let's follow the story line of this world and move on!"

"Okay, Captain Aizen."

……

"Don't follow me, feel your own knife, feel his pulse, feel his breath, crack out."

Hanyu Michizo waved his wooden knife with one hand at Ichigo Kurosaki.

In Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes, the image of Michizo's body is detached from three dimensions, and the blade falls extremely fast and slowly, and Ichigo feels a wave of overturning in his abdomen.

A sword has struck.

There is no spiritual pressure, not even murderous energy, only sword momentum.

"Kendo Yachiryu!"

Kurosaki Ichigo raised his sword to protect his body, and the huge wave of the sword tossed him over to the end.

"What is this?"

"Slashing fists and slashing ghosts is also the way of the sword."

Michizo gently waved the wooden knife and made a knife closing pose.

"There was once a strong man in the Death God Realm, who beheaded the corpse soul realm, and in the present world, the powerhouse of the three realms of the void circle, fused the sword of the three realms into one, and called it the Eight Thousand Streams.

Yachiryu is both her name and her kendo. ”

"Whew, whew, whew." Kurosaki Ichigo's chest rose and fell violently, and he could finally feel a little bit why the manager of Urazono had just been defeated by Hanyu Michizo.

Obviously, he didn't have a little spiritual pressure, but his momentum made him not have the slightest desire to fight.

Damn it.

is so cowardly, how can he save Kuchiki-san.

"Before entering the Corpse Soul Realm and the Silent Spirit Court, I hope you can master this style of swordsmanship."

"Yes."

Under the training of Hanyu Michizo, Kurosaki Ichigo cultivated.

And Hanyu Daozo once again felt that his spiritual pressure had increased.

Why is this happening.

When he was teaching Long Gui and Ah Sanjing, there was no such situation, Ah Sanjing was second, in a sense, Ah Sanjing and himself were the same kind of people.

But why is there no change in the teaching?

"Meow." A black cat scurried onto Kisuke Urahara's body, "Hahaha, you can't even beat a little ghost who doesn't have spiritual pressure, Kisuke, you stupid." ”

Urazono Kisuke rubbed his head helplessly, "Ye Yisan, do you have any impression of this Hanyu Mr. ”

"How is that possible?"

"I always feel that this Hanyu Michizo is an old acquaintance of ours."

Old acquaintances?

"How is it possible, Hanyu Michizo doesn't have a public face like you."

Having said that, Yoichi still seriously thought about what Urazono Kisuke said, "Could it be the Tsunaya family, or someone from a certain family in Room 46?" ”

It is not surprising that there are a few people in these big families who do not know the two of them.

"Alas, forget it, Hanyu Michizo shouldn't have any ill intentions anyway."

"How do you know for sure?" Now it's changed to Yaichi seriously, she knows what Kurosaki Ichigo represents.

Kisuke Urahara was lying next to him, the green hat was over his face, and he couldn't see what his expression was, "If Hanyu Michizo had malicious intentions, just now, I was already dead." ”

After a moment of silence, Yoichi's foot stomped on Kisuke Urahara's face, "Unproductive guy, it's too unproductive!" ”

"Eh, eh!"

……

"Take a break, Ichigo." Dao San was still wearing a white shirt, and his body was spotless.

"Yes." And Kurosaki is much more embarrassed, his body has been soaked with sweat, and the spiritual pressure has been squeezed to the limit again.

Michizo stayed quietly by Ichigo's side, his current spiritual pressure strength was already at the level of three seats, and when he was teaching Kurosaki Ichigo just now, the spiritual pressure increased again.

Why?

Dao San was thinking, and a tall figure blocked Dao San's light.

It was a quiet strong man with a sturdy figure and a mature face, who seemed to have African ancestry, standing beside Daosan.

"You are?"

"He is Chadu Taihu, a classmate of Daosan." Behind Chadu, the blonde-haired Orihime Inoue popped up.

"Mr. Hanyu, I want to be trained too."

Dao San raised his white eyebrows, with such a body, it would be a pity not to practice in vain.

Not only him, but Michizo looked at Inoue Orihime again.

"Inoue-san, do you want to be trained by me?"