A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 677 Chapter 670. Return to the Blade and Swastika

"Huh, did you chop it crookedly?"

Madarame Ikkaku put the blade back in his left hand and said with some regret, "I originally wanted to chop your head off."

"..."

Blood continued to flow down along the wound that almost ran diagonally across the entire face, blocking his vision and flowing from the corner of his mouth. The smell of blood and the pain made Eldorado wake up instantly, and his expression became serious.

"What an unusual and crazy tactic..."

He finally understood why the guy in front of him deliberately held the knife with his left hand.

Because the other party's main purpose is not to kill the enemy at all, but to please themselves.

This is a terrible man. The way he fought just now is like a guessing game. Once he is the one who is right, this man will fall into an absolute disadvantage and even lose his life. But even if he knows that it is so dangerous, this man still chooses This way of fighting is because this man is a madman, a fighting madman who enjoys fighting and plays it like a game.

"tui~"

It seemed as if it was entering halftime, and neither side was in a hurry to continue.

Eldorado re-examined the Death God in front of him, preparing to no longer underestimate the enemy in the next battle and show his true strength.

And just as Eldorado thought, Madarame seemed to really treat this kind of fighting as a game.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva, which was also mixed with two knocked out teeth.

"Your steel skin and the ability to concentrate spiritual pressure on your hands to strengthen attacks are really powerful. It's a pity that it hurts my teeth. But forget it~ I can just ask Akon to help me patch it up when I get back. Hehe..."

As he said this, Madarame smiled, and the expression on his face seemed to be enjoying it.

He lowered his body and re-arranged his posture: "Then... let's continue! I've probably figured out your movements. If I cut you five or six times, I will force you to release the Zanpakutō."

"Huh...really?"

Eldorado smiled softly.

He was angry at Madarame Ikkaku's attitude.

This act of setting goals for the game is simply contempt for him.

"I admit that I underestimate you a little bit... Anyway, since you want to see me liberate it... then I'll let you see it."

As he spoke, he raised the blade in his hand and stretched out his hand to caress the blade.

"Oh? This is the first time I've seen a Hollow who can free the Zanpakutō. Your type is called an 'Arrancar', right?" Madarame asked with a smile, "Don't let me down..."

"Don't worry, for a bellicose idiot like you, I think you should have a good experience... what is the fear of being powerless no matter what!" Eldorado's aura suddenly changed, and it became extremely terrifying. His spiritual pressure seemed to be overflowing and began to burst out from the blade in his hand, "I will make you dare not have a playful attitude next time you meet an 'Arrancar'... Oh, no! You There should be no next time..."

"Wake up, Volcano Beast!"

boom--

The ground suddenly cracked, crushed by an extremely heavy weight.

"What it is?"

Feeling the spiritual pressure coming towards his face and the strange form displayed by the other party, Madarame was in a daze for a moment.

Where is the promised liberation of the Zanpakutō?

So what about the knife?

That's right, there was no blade in Eldorado's hand at this moment. After the power sealed in the blade was released, the blade disappeared. No, to be precise, it merged with him.

This should be his original appearance.

Volcano beast.

A giant beast as hot and towering as a volcano.

"'What is that?' Isn't it too rude to say this?"

Eldorado chuckled and looked at the Shinigami who was intimidated by his own aura, and his eyes gradually turned gloomy, "This is the state of our 'Arrancar' after we liberated the 'Zanpakutō'... No, Zanpakutō" The term "sword" may not be good. The "Arrancar" Zanpakutō seals the "core" of our abilities into a sword, which is completely different from your Shinigami's Zanpakutō. "The Liberation of the Sword" is very important to us. It's just 'recovering' to the original strength, we call it 'returning'! Do you understand? This is what I really look like now!"

"Heh... does it sound pretty powerful?"

Feeling the sudden pressure, a little cold sweat broke out on Madarame's forehead, but he still had a sarcastic smile on his face.

In terms of pressure...compared to my own captain, this guy in front of me is far behind!

"It's just that it's a little bigger. It looks like I have to cut more times."

"You can only be tough now."

Eldorado sneered, "I remember your habit is...telling your name to the person you want to kill, right? Then you should remember it for me now, Arrancar No. 13 Eldorado Ri Onies! This is..."

As he spoke, Eldorado waved his arms like they were wrapped in lava armor: "The name of the person who is going to kill you!"

boom--

A violent roar sounded like a volcanic eruption.

The sudden impact of spiritual pressure instantly swallowed up Madarame Ikkaku who had no time to dodge.

"Why……"

Looking at Madarame Ikkaku, who was overwhelmed by the opponent's spiritual pressure and disappeared without a trace, Ayasegawa Yumichika sighed helplessly, "Is this the power of 'Arrancar'... It does seem to be a bit beyond expectations..."

As he spoke, he pressed the communication device hanging around his neck and called to Soul Society.

"Hello, Ayasegawa Yumichika-sama...please tell me something."

Soon there was a reply from the other side.

"The enemy's destructive power is beyond imagination. Please freeze the space within a radius of three hundred rooms around Madarame's corner." Yumichika Ayasekawa commanded calmly, "It may involve many souls. As for the buildings, we will attack from the beginning as usual. Go ahead and dunk hard, and prioritize the safety of your soul."

"clear."

"As for other Earthlings, they will probably be enhanced to the same extent." Yumichika Ayasekawa thought about what just happened. Since the enemies are also Arrancars, there must be more than one so-called 'Returning Blade' that can use it. , "Captain Hitsugaya, Vice Captain Abarai, Vice Captain Matsumoto, Rukia Kuchiki and Ichigo Kurosaki also froze the space."

"receive."

"Finally...there's one more thing."

As he said that, Ayasegawa Yumichika's expression became slightly sad, "Please prepare a team funeral for Madarame."

According to his feeling of spiritual pressure, the Arrancar in front of him has completely surpassed Madarame after returning to the sword, and it seems that the chance of winning is not too great.

And he couldn't help Madarame Ikkaku because it was Madarame Ikkaku's own choice.

The members of their eleventh squad all have one thing in common: they live for fighting and die for fighting.

Although it sounds silly, Madarame looks really happy right now.

Presumably even if he died in battle, it would be exactly what he wanted.

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boom--

Boom——Boom——

Violent roars continued to sound in the sealed space.

Madarame was at an absolute disadvantage, and his entire figure was blown away and knocked down by Eldorado's punches one after another like duckweed in the wind.

"Hahahahahahaha!!"

Eldorado laughed wildly and punched in pursuit, knocking the surrounding buildings into pieces with every charge. "How is it!? This is my real power! After the 'Returning Blade', the combat power of the 'Arrancar' will be It will increase several times! With your level of spiritual pressure, there is no way you can stop my attack!"

"oh?"

Madarame's face was expressionless after being blasted into the air.

He patted the dust above his head, feeling the coolness of the air during the flight, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

tread.

Reiko gathered in mid-air, Madarame adjusted his posture, stepped on his footing, stopped his flying figure, and looked down.

At this moment, Eldorado's pursuit is about to arrive.

The two people's eyes met again, one was excited, while the other was confused.

"Stretch it! Kitomaru!"

Madarame laughed wildly as he began to unlock his Zanpakutō, and the sharp tip of Oni Toumaru, which turned into a spear, pointed downwards.

"!"

Eldorado was a little confused at first, then became disdainful.

What effect can such a level of counterattack have on yourself?

It’s just a struggle that doesn’t matter.

He crossed his hands in front of him to protect him, and the spiritual pressure that seemed to be able to burn was attached to them, and he met the spear's piercing straight with his indestructible arm armor.

At this moment, Eldorado seemed to be transformed into a meteorite from the bottom up, hitting Madarame mercilessly.

"it's over."

Eldorado pronounced with slight disappointment.

The meteorite hits the spear and the outcome is obvious.

Click——

There was a clear cracking sound, and the spear in Madarame's hand couldn't bear the pressure and broke almost at the moment of impact. The whole person was also ignited by the burning spiritual pressure and fell from the air, and finally crashed to the ground.

"Ahem..."

A violent coughing sound came from the pit.

Eldorado fell to the ground and looked calmly at Madarame, who was struggling to get up, "You should just admit defeat. For a warrior, sometimes admitting defeat is also a virtue. You have performed well enough, there is no need to do so. Let me beat you to pieces?"

As he spoke, he raised his fist again, intending to give the opponent a fatal blow.

However, the response to him was still a crazy smile.

"Admit defeat? It seems... from the perspective of consciousness... I have already defeated you too much!"

"Hmph. Then I can only say sorry."

Faced with Madarame's provocation, Eldorado snorted and lowered his fist again.

But feeling the resistance from his fist, he froze again.

The fist that was originally thought to be fatal was actually resisted by the opponent.

"Sorry? It's too early..."

Madarame Ikkaku lowered his head and used his entire body to support the falling huge fist. No one could see his expression clearly at the moment, but it could be heard from his tone that he was laughing.

"Ah - ah -"

"I didn't want to use it at this time."

Pushing away the opponent's fist, Madarame Ikkaku raised the broken spear in his hands and complained, "But now that everyone is fighting, they shouldn't notice me, right?"

"What's the meaning?"

Eldorado frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong with the guy in front of him.

The strength gap between them is so obvious, why does this guy still think there will be a turn for the better?

"It's not interesting, just take a closer look, and don't tell anyone else~" The expression on Madarame's face became extremely crazy, "Ah - I'm sorry, maybe I was overthinking, you shouldn't have the chance to tell Someone else!”

The sudden surge of spiritual pressure set off a storm, enveloping Madarame Ikkaku like a tornado.

Seeing such a scene, Yumika Ayasekawa, who was watching the battle not far away, had a helpless smile on his face: "Ikkaku... you still can't help but use it..."

He knew very well where such powerful spiritual pressure came from.

Swastika·Dragon Pattern Ghost Pill!

This is Madarame's 'Swastika'. He is currently the only member of the Gotei 13, besides the captain and vice-captain, who can use the swastika. The swastika is the threshold for being selected as the vice-captain, and the swastika is the captain. The threshold, and this guy is only the third person, and he has already mastered the swastika. This is where their eleventh squadron, which is specifically responsible for fighting, is stronger than other troops.

After the storm dissipated, the swastika Kidenmaru finally showed its majesty.

At this moment, Madarame Ikkaku is carrying a huge ax-shaped blade behind him, with dragon-shaped patterns engraved on it, and his hands are so-called two super-large blades connected to the ax blade behind him through huge chains.

"You said this is... swastika?"

Eldorado frowned slightly and looked at Madarame in front of him, with some doubts in his eyes.

According to their intelligence, swastika was a technique that could only be mastered by Shinigami above the captain level, but the man in front of him didn't look like a captain at all.

Bang——

The sound of friction sounded.

As if deliberately, Madarame Ikkaku moved the blade close to the ground and slowly adjusted his posture.

With just the slightest touch of the blade, neat cuts appeared on the ground like tofu, as if the hard rock was fragile in front of the liberated Kitomaru.

"Oh ho? It looks very powerful, doesn't it?"

Eldorado's eyes became serious again, and he clenched his fists in an offensive posture.

"No need for your compliments."

Madarame Ikkaku chuckled.

He knew very well that the spiritual pressure released from his body should not be enough to scare the guy in front of him.

However, when the difference in spiritual pressure is not very big, it is difficult to say the outcome.

"Whether it is powerful or not...just use your body to feel it for yourself!"

As they spoke, the two of them stared at each other, and their bodies started to move almost at the same time.

"Drink!!"

With a loud shout, Madarame Ikkaku laughed wildly and threw the giant blade in his hand to meet the oncoming fist.

puff--

"!!"

Eldorado's originally confident expression became a little heavy.

There was a heartbreaking pain in his fist.

The hard armor that he was proud of was cut open, and the entire palm of his fist was almost cut in half!

However, Madarame Ikkaku's offensive is not over yet.

He has more than one blade in his hand.

"hey-hey!"

Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, Madarame Ikkaku held another giant blade and slashed it down from top to bottom.