Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

The hands continued to exert force, tightly confining the space around Aizen.

This god of death is too fast. If it weren't for instinctive prediction, there would be nothing we can do to him. This may be the only chance.

Aizen sneered.

"At this level, it's not enough to hurt me."

Ya Mi was speechless at this time, but the veins on his face were a bit thicker.

His eyes are so fierce that he wants to swallow the god of death in his hands completely.

When Arronillo saw this, his two little heads smiled happily.

"Stark, this god of death is about to die." After saying that, the two little mouths stuck out their tongues and slurped them around. It was indescribably terrifying.

Sar Apollo said: "Haha, Aaroniro, you are absolutely sure of the soul of this god of death."

Arronillo looked at him warily, one hand reaching for the Zanpakutō at his waist: "What do you think?"

"Give me the glasses of Death, and give the other two to you, how about it." Although the words were asking, the arrogance behind them was irresistible. He held his head high and looked at the other person with contemptuous eyes.

"You..." Arronillo almost ran away on the spot.

"Stop arguing." Stark said helplessly.

After listening to Stark's dissuasion, Arronillo suddenly calmed down and looked at Sar Apollo with murderous intent in his eyes.

Sal Apollo turned a blind eye to him, holding his arms in his arms, with an expression on his face, as if he had a well-thought-out plan.

Stark watched calmly, with a bad premonition welling up in his heart. His intuition told him that this god of death had not used his full strength yet. Why?

But if the other party really kills Ya Mi, he definitely can't sit back and ignore it.

The black void flash that had been accumulated for a long time rushed toward Aizen like a comet.

The diffuse fire is like a demonic abyss that wants to swallow Aizen.

The hearts of all those watching the battle were in their throats. Success or failure depended on this. Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes completely, revealing blue eyes. Expectation? Anger? Loss? Everything.

Suddenly, a pale white light curtain rose into the sky, and the cold breath seemed to solidify the space, cutting the gray space in two. The huge pressure made everyone present feel weak, and the God of Death could not help but tremble.

The light curtain is getting brighter and brighter, and the cold breath is as sharp as an arrow, sending out a biting chill.

Everyone had to close their eyes briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, the changes in the scene shocked all Daxu and Death.

The God of Death is still the same God of Death, holding the sword in one hand, and the majestic pressure overflows from his body, giving him a sudden feeling of surrender.

On the other hand, the teeth are dense, a pair of palms are cut neatly, and the wound is as smooth as a cut.

A layer was cut off from the side of the head, and blood flowed profusely.

Only the frightened eyes were left standing on the spot, seemingly not feeling the pain of the wound.

If I hadn't relied on my instinct to hide quickly, my head would probably have been cut in half.

No matter how powerful high-speed regeneration is, it cannot restore the damaged brain.

Grimmjow and Nnoitra looked at each other, and both could see the fear and hatred in the other.

Ulquiorra said calmly: "I can understand why you surrendered."

"This level of power is not something we can handle, even if it is a Yami that stores fifty years of power."

Grimmjow forgot the previous harmony for a moment and said in a cold voice: "Shut up!" He looked at him fiercely.

"There must be an even more powerful power from the God of Death!"

"I told you to shut up." Grimmjow swung out his knife with a fierce breath, and said he was not joking.

Ulquiorra had recovered and did not show any movement. He disappeared and appeared dozens of meters away.

Nnoitra appeared behind him at this time and said cruelly: "Ulquiorra, you also have this day, you didn't expect it."

The two crescent weapons in his hands were like a mountain, and they slashed towards Ulquiorra.

"Keng." Ulquiorra waved his Zanpakutō to block the opponent's attack.

Nnoitra is preparing to go all out and doesn't want to give the other party a chance to breathe.

Suddenly, the entire space was filled with Yami's roar.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"It hurts... it hurts... it hurts..."

Yami Yami was like a blood-soaked demon, shouting to the sky.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you."

The sound became louder and heavier, irritating the eardrums of all spectators.

An extremely heavy spiritual pressure rose from his body and quickly spread, forming a huge spiritual pressure-shaped light pillar.

The domineering aura made Aizen unable to help but retreat.

Looking at the demon-like teeth, I thought to myself: "Have we not reached the limit yet?"

"What a terrifying monster." Thinking of this, the murderous intent on his face did not diminish.

If this monster unites with Li Chuan, it will be the biggest resistance to him. He will be more difficult to deal with than the strongest in a thousand years. He has no extra energy to defend himself and scheming. In the future, Hueco Mundo will definitely become his base camp. One word is the truth.<

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The improvement of Yami continues, and the entire space is filled with a domineering magnetic field.

Stark and the other Daxu looked at each other, and Yami was shocked: "Have you not reached the limit yet?"

There is no arrogance on Sar's Apollo's face, only murderous intent.

"I didn't expect that in the past fifty years, we have been stuck in the same place, but Yami has reached a higher level."

The black man Daxu thought for a while and said: "Maybe he didn't use all his strength last time."

He said all Daxu's thoughts. Everyone present is the pride of heaven, and they are all well-known existences in Hueco Mundo. It was hard to accept it for a while.

Only Stark had a trace of worry on his face.

When the dust cleared, everyone could see Ya Mi’s face clearly.

At this time, Yami's broken palm, severed head, and broken tail have all been restored.

If you feel it carefully, you will see that both the domineering and coercive aura and the size are a bit bigger.

Stark muttered secretly, even if he was fighting against Yami now, 10% of his strength would be reduced by two points out of thin air, which is terrible.

"I'm so angry. I've never been so angry since I was born."

"God of Death, you deserve to die."

"I will break your bones one by one and use your most desperate regrets to prove my anger."

The empty hole in the chest is still sending spiritual pressure into Yami's body.

Aizen watched quietly. At this time, Yami's status in his eyes was already higher than that of Li Chuan.

Where is his limit? Can it really be infinitely improved?

"Click, click..." A sound like breaking glass suddenly sounded.

Looking up, Yami's skin began to crack like a dry river bed, which was the source of the breaking sound.

The feet, thighs, body, and even the arrancar are beginning to crack. The sound of "clicking" is endless.

But surprisingly, not a drop of blood flowed out. The blood filled the cracks large and small like magma, emitting a strange red light.

Aizen saw this: "Is this your strongest strength?"

"Anger is the catalyst for your strength, your body has reached its limit."

"How long can you last in this state?"

Yami suddenly roared toward the sky, and a fist fell from the sky. As it fell, the entire space sank, accumulating downwards, and he felt the lingering depression above his head.

Aizen soon discovered an anomaly. The nearby space was like a quagmire, trapping him in it, which could greatly limit his speed.

A sly smile.

The tip of the Zanpakuto pointed downwards, a flash of light flashed across the blade, and an inexplicable aura spread from his body, easily breaking through Yami's overbearing magnetic field, and slowly said in his mouth:

"Swastika..."