Marvel With Zanpakut Chapter 666: The Head Captain Got Screwed

Chapter 666: The Head Captain Got Screwed

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The blue flas swept through the sky, and the flas burned through every corner of Seireitei.

The initiator of all this, Aizen, smiled as usual, as if this scene had been expected by him.

The addition of the invisible Empire Sternritter not only reversed their disadvantage in one fell swoop, but even from the number of people of both sides, there was a faint trend of suppressing death god.

Now the disadvantaged side has beco the Seireitei led by death god.

"Long ti no see, everyone."

Haschwalth stepped on the road built by Reishi, looked down at the people below, the calm and emotionless green eyes finally fell on Head-Captain after passing through the crowd, and there were so fluctuations: "It has been thousands of years since we last t like this."

"It's you, Jugram Haschwalth."

Head-Captain held his cane with both hands, and his turbid eyes burst out a ray of light. "A group of ants who fled a thousand years ago, dare to co back here now. Do you think I am old and pose a threat to you?"

While speaking, the old man took a step forward.

It was just a simple step, but the faces of the four people led by Aizen changed greatly.

Obviously, their side had a powerful existence of four Captain level, and it could be said that they had the absolute initiative and advantage, but in front of this long-bearded old man with a calm deanor, each of them was like a mouse that t a cat.

"No, you misunderstood."

Haschwalth pushed the fra of his glasses, and a deep fear flashed through his eyes: "Soul Society is the founder and chief captain of Division 13. His life is equivalent to Soul Society's history. I know very well how big the gap between us is."

Hiss.

Steve and the others heard this and imdiately gasped.

A lifeti of existence was equivalent to Soul Society's history. Just this sentence alone had already revealed how powerful and terrifying the seemingly ordinary old man in front of them was!

"As early as the thousand year blood war, we have already seen it."

Haschwalth's face was a little unnatural, as if recalling the painful experience thousands of years ago. He sighed and said, "If not for a last resort, before His Majesty revived, we would not fight with you."

Whether it was words or actions, they all expressed it without any obscurity.

The strength of this Head-Captain.

No, there is a problem!

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

Since Haschwalth knew that Head-Captain was strong and readily admitted that he was not his opponent, expressing his thoughts of not wanting to fight with him, why did he lead the Quincy to appear, and even wantonly destroy Seireitei?

"But you still appeared!"

Kyouraku Shunsui also noticed the abnormality, frowned and asked, "What are you planning?"

"Hehe, isn't it obvious?"

Aizen smiled slightly and said, "Although the plan has changed a little, fortunately, there is still no change in general."

"The conversation ti is over."

In the face of Aizen's act of acting tough again and again, Head-Captain completely lost his patience at the mont: "Any sche about you is good. I have no interest in investigating the reason."

"It seems that the old man is going to make a move."

Kyouraku Shunsui smiled and pressed the conical hat on his head. He looked at Steve faintly and reminded him, "This is a rare scene in a thousand years. Rember to open your eyes wide and see clearly. If you miss it, there will be no more."

"Spring Water. Now is not the ti to gloat." Looking at his friend's actions, Jūshirō Ukitake looked helpless and said, "Teacher's zanpakuto is too big. It will not be good if it spreads to us."

Unlike their own chatting and laughing, the opposite side was already ready to fight.

The captain of the rebellion, together with Haschwalth, all showed an unprecedented dignified look.

"Oh, oh, it seems that we are in big trouble."

Ichimaru Gin's face suddenly changed, and there was no smile on his lips, directly pulling out zanpakuto at his waist.

"Head-Captain, that man, is serious!"

Tōsen Kana also pulled out zanpakuto, raising Spiritual Power to the extre.

Aizen and Haschwalth stood side by side, with a dignified face that had never been seen before, and the imposing figure of the old man was reflected in his eyes.

The air was heavy as if it was going to solidify, and the temperature of the whole atmosphere began to rise gradually, making people have a dry and hot feeling in their throats.

In the eyes of the four people vigilant and dignified, Yamamoto Genryuusai slowly loosened the cane.

The invisible spiritual force held the cane and quietly floated in front of the old man. Then suddenly the wooden chips burst, revealing a zanpakuto wrapped in it, the shape is ordinary to be seen everywhere in Seireitei.

But such an ordinary zanpakuto, let everyone make a heavy breathing sound.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni took the handle of sword, and then pulled it out of the sheath of sword.

Phew!

Just the sword wind that was raised when it was unsheathed forced the four people on the opposite side to retreat dozens of ters.

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

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni inserted sword into the ground next to him, and then his arms shook the muscles and moved, taking off the black clothes of the dead tyrant.

Under the loose clothes of the dead tyrant, it was a body of extrely strong muscles, like the perfect sculpture of a Greek master. The lines were clearly like the axe and chisels of sword. It was hard to imagine that this figure would actually appear on the body of an old man.

Moreover, on the surface of the muscular surface, there were intersecting sword marks of sword.

These scars, under the improvent of Spiritual Power, were bright red in color, as if they were new wounds that he had just received yesterday, as if silently telling what kind of terrible battle he had experienced.

Endless flas, like a dam breaking flood, surged out from the old man's body.

Under the extrely huge Spiritual Power, the flas instantly covered every corner of his sight, dyeing the entire sky red. Everything that could be seen with the naked eye began to lt in the burning flas.

Every ti he opened his mouth and breathed the air, his lungs and throat would feel a burning pain.

And it was just not the beginning. The temperature around him was still rising at an amazing speed. The water in the air was instantly evaporated and turned into white smoke with curling steam around the vicinity.

"All things in the world, all turned to ashes - Flowing Blade Like Fire!"

Yamamoto Itsuki reached out and held zanpakuto on the ground. The flas passed along his body to the whole sword. The whole sword's sword seed to be ignited, like a destructive blade made of flas.

"This is... Ryujin Jakka."

Aizen looked dignified, and said slowly: "The oldest Zanpakuto of the heat departnt has the strongest attack power, the highest temperature, and the largest range of attack among all Shinigami Zanpakutō. As expected... It's a well-deserved reputation."

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

"Don't worry, Gin."

Aizen slowly breathed out and replaced it with a smile: "I expected Head-Captain to make a move. It is better to say that if he doesn't use zanpakuto, it will make

feel troubled, right. Haschwalth?"

"Ah. Yes."

Haschwalth nodded slightly, with a touch of pride in his eyes, pushed his glasses and said, "But in this way, you can use that thing. Although it can only buy a little ti, it should be enough."

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni stepped out and did not care about the loud conspiracy of several people.

In fact, no matter from which angle, with his strength, he did not need to care about it, the so-called conspiracy of the few people in front of him.

The Blade of Destruction burning with raging flas, like a flowing light passing through the sky, accompanied by endless pressure and montum, crossed a gorgeous sword light.

Wherever sword passed, the whole air was ignited.

The space was almost distorted and collapsed. The terrifying high temperature was surging violently, as if it was going to burn the entire world.

Just as sword touched the few people, Haschwalth calmly took out a five-pointed star seal from his bosom.

In an instant, the raging flas suddenly disappeared.

Even the majestic Spiritual Power was swallowed by the five-pointed star.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni seed to have not responded, the whole person was stunned in the sa place, looking at zanpakuto in his hand and the disappearing fla.

"Now, your Shikai belongs to ."

Haschwalth pushed the fra with one hand and said indifferently: "Although it is only half an hour, please experience for yourself how powerful the power of Ryujin Jakka is."

"...."

Kyouraku Shunsui's heart was full of grass, and his eyelids were twitching crazily.

The invincible Head-Captain was trapped for a long ti!