Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fang Lang suddenly broke free from the murderous stone handcuffs, which no one could have expected.

At this time, the enchantress shot out a false flash, causing people's expressions to change drastically. They all left their seats and prepared to escape from here.

Fortunately, the ones who were farther away didn't have time to dodge.

Together with Kusano Qingkong, they were instantly reduced to debris under this false flash.

But the enchantress's false flash would not stop there. The blood-red beam penetrated the forty-sixth room in the center and rushed towards the north.

It shot a full distance of nearly five hundred meters before finally disappearing.

And this burst of spiritual pressure attracted the attention of everyone in the Seireitei. In an instant, several captains rushed towards this direction.

On the other hand, in the forty-sixth room in the center, because Kusano Aokora and several other sages were killed, the others were frightened, panicked and fled in all directions.

Fang Lang looked at each other coldly, not bothering to chase the fleeing sage and judge, and turned around and walked outside.

"Wait a minute," at this time, Hara Torataro, who was still sitting in his original position, couldn't help shouting: "You killed the sage, do you know what this means?"

"Is it meaningful to discuss the consequences with a criminal who is about to be executed?" Fang Lang glanced at him and continued walking, "I will no longer serve you. Goodbye, Seireitei. Goodbye, the Gotei 13."

Hara Tora Taro was in a daze. Fang Lang's words sounded cool, but how to escape from Seireitei? Where can I escape?

Fang Lang had already thought about these, and had already thought of his way out before entering the trial court.

At this time, leaving the court and waiting for him outside, were dozens of guards from the forty-sixth central room. They all looked at Fang Lang in horror, wanting to stop him, but not daring to be the first to step forward.

"Get out of the way." Fang Lang said calmly, walking past more than 20 guards with such radiance.

In fact, he even took away the enchantress and put it back into his waist.

As Fang Lang approached, the guards thought they were leaving a way, but they held the Zanpakuto in their hands and pointed it at Fang Lang tremblingly.

"Captain Fang, Captain Fang Lang..." A young man gritted his teeth and roared: "Sinner Fang Lang, stop here! Please just restrain yourself...!!"

Before he could say the word "capture", suddenly, there was a roaring sound in his ears, and the vibration made his eardrums hurt.

A huge amount of spiritual pressure pressed on his shoulders, and with a plop, the young man suddenly knelt down.

The Zanpakuto fell from his hand, and he put his hands on the ground, panting with sweat, and it seemed that breathing was becoming very difficult.

His eyes widened, unable to resist.

Not only him, but also the surrounding guards, all with pale faces, struggling to resist under the swamp-like spiritual pressure.

Fang Lang withdrew his gaze, snorted coldly, and walked away.

As long as he is not at the captain level, even if he is the vice-captain, he cannot hold him back.

Now Fang Lang has killed the sage in the forty-sixth room of the center. This is a first-class felony and he will undoubtedly be executed.

Seireitei couldn't stay any longer, so he had to go to the real world to escape for a while.

"We have to go through the boundary gate, near the Confession Palace." Fang Lang thought as he quickly approached there.

In the Quiet Spirit Pavilion, there is a special world-crossing gate for members of the Thirteenth Division to go on missions in the real world. This gate can be opened easily.

Time is urgent now. If you want to escape quickly, this is the fastest way.

"Hey, Captain Fang Lang, where are you going?"

As I was walking, suddenly, a joke came from the eaves on the side of the street.

Fang Lang paused and glanced out of the corner of his eyes, only to see the men from Division 11 carrying their Zanpakutō and looking at him with fighting intent.

"Back off, Madarame Ikkaku, you are not my opponent yet." Fang Lang said softly.

"How do you know if you haven't tried? I was lucky today. I sensed the chaos in Room 46 and rushed over immediately." Madarame jumped down and stopped in front of Fang Lang, "I'm sorry, Fang Lang Captain, you seem to want to escape from Soul Society, I won’t let you pass easily!”

Ikkaku Madarame, three seats in the 11th Division, as the third strongest person in the combat unit, this person can understand swastika, and he is bald, so he is easy to remember.

Fang Lang shook his head silently, and slowly put his right hand on the hilt of Enchantress's sword, "Back off, you know, swatting a fly to death is not a pleasant thing."

"I really don't know, when did Captain Fang Lang become so eloquent?" Madarame grinned and drew out his Zanpakuto, "Stretch it out, Kitomaru!"

While shouting, the hilt of his sword collided with the scabbard. Immediately, the spiritual pressure exploded, the Zanpakuto was released, and the blade, together with the scabbard, turned into a spear.

"This is my initial understanding. Please give me some advice, Captain Fang Lang!" Madarame showed no fear at the captain level and instead rushed forward with an extremely bellicose attitude.

As he approached, he shot Fang Lang in the chest.

However, suddenly, Fang Lang's voice disappeared from his field of vision. The moment it disappeared, Madarame's eyes widened and he only saw the spiritual pressure around him suddenly turning into thunder.

And in this short period of time, in the blink of an eye, he lost sight of the other party.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pop sound, and Madarame Ikaku was shocked to find that a deep sword spread from his shoulder to his back, and a large amount of blood rose into the sky and swayed down.

"Uh..." Madarame's eyes gradually became distracted. He knew he couldn't beat Fang Lang, but he never expected that victory or defeat could happen in an instant.

How could he be so strong? Continuous updates

It's impossible for Captain Mu to have this strength?

The body slowly fell forward, but Madarame Ikkaku couldn't figure it out at all.

Fang Lang's indifferent voice came from behind, "I'm sorry, I'm wearing a physical body, and I'm stronger than the spirit body. With your vice-captain level, there's no hope. Goodbye, Ikkaku, say hello to Zaraki for me, One day, I will come back!"

With these words, Fang Lang gradually moved away. He flicked the knife and shook away the blood on the blade.

"Damn it..."

With a bang, Madarame fell down weakly. His spiritual power was flowing away, and the direction of the loss was the Zanpakutō in Fang Lang's hand.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Fang Lang who was leaving.

Madarame Ikkaku wanted to reach out to stop him, but in the end he was unable to put it down and fainted completely.

No, it's too strong, it can't be your opponent! ..