The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Rumble...

Green flames swept through the sky, and the flames of war burned in every corner of the Seireitei.

And the instigator of all this, Aizen Soyousuke, was still smiling as usual, as if this scene had been expected by him.

The joining of the Invisible Empire Star Cross Knights not only reversed their disadvantage in one fell swoop, but judging from the number of people on both sides, there was a faint tendency to overwhelm the God of Death.

Now the disadvantaged party has become Seireitei, headed by the God of Death.

"Long time no see, everyone."

Hasward walked on the path built by the spirit son and looked down at the people below. His calm and emotionless emerald green eyes passed by the people and finally landed on the captain, with some fluctuations:

"It has been thousands of years since we last met like this."

"It's you...Huguelen Hasward."

The captain leaned on crutches with both hands, and a ray of light burst out from his cloudy eyes: "A group of ants that fled in panic a thousand years ago dare to come back here now. Could it be that I think I am old and no longer a threat to you?

?”

As he spoke, the old man took a step forward.

It was just a simple step, but the expressions of the four people headed by Aizen changed drastically.

It is clear that we have four captain-level powerful beings on our side, who can be said to have absolute initiative and advantage, but in front of this calm-looking old man with a long beard, each of them is like a mouse meeting a cat.

"No, you misunderstood."

Hasward pushed up the frame of the mirror, and a look of deep fear flashed across his eyes: "The founder and chief captain of the Gotei 13 in Soul Society, his life is equivalent to the history of Soul Society. I know very well the relationship between us.

How big is the difference.”

hiss......

When Steve and others heard this, they immediately took a breath of air.

A lifetime of existence is equivalent to the history of Soul Society. This sentence alone already showed how powerful and terrifying the seemingly ordinary old man in front of them was!

"We have seen this as early as the thousand-year bloody war."

Hasward looked a little unnatural, as if recalling the painful experience thousands of years ago, and sighed: "If it is not a last resort, we are not willing to fight with you before His Majesty has recovered."

Whether it is words or actions, they clearly express the power of this captain.

No...there's a problem!

Looking at the performance of these people, Tony felt something was wrong.

Since Hasward knew how powerful the captain was, and readily admitted that he was no match for him, and expressed his unwillingness to fight him, why did he lead the Quincy to appear, and even wreak havoc on the Seireitei?

"But you still showed up!"

Jingraku Shunsui also noticed the violation, frowned and asked: "What are you planning?"

"Haha, isn't it obvious yet?"

Aizen smiled slightly and said as if he had a plan in hand: "Although the plan has changed slightly, fortunately, it has not changed in general."

"Talk time is over..."

Faced with Aizen's repeated pretentious behavior, the captain completely lost his patience at this moment: "Any conspiracy about you is fine, I am no longer interested in exploring the reasons."

"It seems that the old man is planning to take action..."

The smile on Jingraku Shunshui's face faded, he pressed down the round hat on his head, glanced at Steve vaguely, and reminded: "This is a rare scene in a thousand years. Remember to keep your eyes open to see clearly. If you miss it,

But it won’t happen again.”

"Shushui... now is not the time to gloat over misfortune." Looking at his friend's actions, Ukitake Jushiro looked helpless and said: "The range of teacher's Zanpakuto is too large, it would be bad if it affected us.

Already."

Different from the chatter and laughter on our side, the other side is already prepared.

The rebellious captain, including Hasward, all showed unprecedented solemn expressions.

"Oh oh oh, it looks like we are going to be in big trouble."

Ichimaru Gin's expression suddenly changed, and there was no longer any smile on his lips, and he directly pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist.

"Captain...that man...is serious!"

Tosen Kaname also drew his Zanpakutō and raised his spiritual pressure to the extreme.

Aizen and Hasward stood side by side, with unprecedented solemnity on their faces, and the majestic figure of the old man was reflected in their eyes.

The air was so heavy that it seemed to be solidifying, and the temperature of the entire atmosphere began to gradually rise, giving people a dry and hot feeling in their throats.

Under the vigilant and solemn gazes of the four people, Yamamoto Genryuzai slowly let go of the crutch.

The crutch was held up by invisible spiritual power and floated sideways in front of the old man quietly. Then suddenly, sawdust exploded, revealing a Zanpakutō wrapped inside. It was so ordinary in appearance that it could be seen everywhere in Seireitei.

But just such an ordinary Zanpakutō made everyone breathe heavily.

Yamamoto Genryusaku held the handle of the sword and pulled it out of the scabbard with force.

call--!!!

Just the wind created by the sword when it was unsheathed forced the four people on the opposite side to retreat dozens of meters.

"For traitors, the only ending is...death!"

Yamamoto Genryusai inserted the knife into the ground next to him, then shook his muscles with his arms, and took off his black death tyrant uniform.

Under the loose coat of death-defying clothes, there is a body of extremely powerful muscles. It is like a perfect sculpture by a Greek master. The lines are as clear as a knife and an axe. It is hard to imagine that this kind of figure can actually appear in a person.

On the body of an octogenarian.

Moreover, the surface of those powerful muscles was actually covered with staggered sword wounds.

These scars, one after another, glowed bright red due to the increase in spiritual pressure, as if they were new injuries received yesterday, as if they were silently telling what terrible battles he had experienced.

Endless flames surged out of the old man's body like a bursting flood.

Sweeping under the extremely huge spiritual pressure, the flames instantly spread to every corner of the sight, dyeing the entire sky red. Everything that could be seen with the naked eye began to gradually melt in the burning flames.

Every time you open your mouth to breathe air, you will feel a burning and stinging sensation in your lungs and throat.

And that's just the beginning, the surrounding temperature is still rising at an alarming rate, and the moisture in the air is instantly evaporated, turning into curls of water vapor and white smoke surrounding the area.

"Everything in the world will turn into ashes - the blade will flow like fire!"

Yamamoto Genryuzai stretched out his hand to hold the Zanpakutō on the ground. The flames spread along himself to the entire blade, and the entire blade seemed to be ignited, like a blade of destruction made of flames.

"This is...Flowing Blade Like Fire."

Aizen looked solemn and said slowly: "The oldest Zanpakutō of the heat system has the strongest attack power, the highest temperature, and the largest range attack among all the Shinigami Zanpakutō. Sure enough...

It’s well-deserved.”

"Captain Aizen, now is not the time for admiration." Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "If we are not careful, I am afraid we will all die here today."

"No need to worry, Silver."

Aizen slowly exhaled and smiled again: "I had expected that the captain would take action. Rather, if he doesn't use the Zanpakutō, it will trouble me, right...

..Hasward?”

"Ah...that's right."

Hasward nodded slightly, with a touch of arrogance in his eyes, pushing up his glasses and said: "But this way, you can use that thing. Although it can only buy a little time, it should be enough."

Even though Yamamoto Genryusai took one step forward, he didn't care at all about the loud conspiracies of several people.

In fact, no matter which angle you look at it, with his strength, you don't need to care about the so-called conspiracy of the people in front of you.

The blade of destruction, burning with monstrous flames, swept through the sky like a stream of light passing through a gap, accompanied by endless pressure and momentum, and streaked through a brilliant blade light.

Wherever the blade passed, the entire atmosphere was ignited.

The space is almost in a state of distortion and collapse, and the terrifying high temperature is surging all over the sky, as if it is going to burn the entire world.

Just before the blade touched several people, Hasward calmly took out a five-pointed star seal from his arms.

In an instant, the raging flames suddenly disappeared.

Even the majestic spiritual pressure was swallowed up by the five-pointed star.

It seemed that Yamamoto Genryuzai hadn't reacted yet. He was stunned on the spot, looking at the Zanpakutō in his hand and the disappearing flame at a loss.

"Now, your first solution belongs to me."

Hasward pushed the frame of the mirror with one hand and said calmly, "Although you only have half an hour, please experience for yourself how powerful the Blade is like fire."

"..."

Jingraku Shunshui's heart was filled with anger, and his eyelids were twitching crazily.

The invincible captain was tricked again!