Chapter 260 The King and the Mount

"Gu——"

Two rows of sharp white teeth stretched out, and wisps of white air escaped from the gaps between the teeth. A ferocious and ferocious smile emerged on the bone mask, and the unreserved killing intent rushed out.

The ink-like stream of light continued to flow and surge on the body of Ru Yueming.

Everyone present was shocked by his gesture and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

It was Aizen who reacted first and threw a thunder roar cannon that broke the chant.

The dazzling golden thunder swept across the night and fell fiercely on Ru Yueming's body. In an instant, a large number of arcs surged, almost drowning it.

Yamamoto frowned and couldn't help but look at Aizen who was not far away.

As an all-round old man with full marks in the four basic skills of cutting, punching and walking ghosts, it was easy for him to judge the proficiency of a death god's ghost way.

He only took a glance and knew that the best friend of this evil disciple had mastered the thunder roar cannon to perfection.

Even if Wu Ling Tesai came, he couldn't do better than him.

But even so, he still didn't cause any injuries to Kisaragi Akira.

The white feathers turned into ashes in the surging arc, and a faint burn mark burst out on the skin.

It only lasted for a moment, and then everything returned to normal.

Everyone was shocked by this recovery ability, and seriously suspected that under the king's layer of death skin, there was a core of the Hollow.

"What are you waiting for?"

Aizen frowned slightly, "Don't worry about hurting Akira, first try to consume his spiritual pressure as much as possible."

"This will be a fierce battle."

No one knows Kisaragi Akira's strength better than him.

After all, those ghost lines were all developed and taught by him.

The Hollows are still very convinced of Aizen's orders.

Kisaragi Akira has never been in charge of things, and Aizen usually reviews all the big and small affairs in the Kyon Palace.

A bit like Hasward of the Invisible Empire.

As soon as the words fell, the Hollows came back to their senses and burst into violent Hollow Flashes. The colorful energy columns lit up under the night sky, as dazzling as the neon lights of the real city.

Grimmjow's expression was excited, and the five fingers of his right hand were spread out. The sky-blue light condensed in it, and twisted sawtooth patterns appeared on the edge of the Hollow Flash.

The flash of the King Hollow!

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Being able to fight with a strong man like the King is worth the price even if he dies!

Boom! !

The loud explosions sounded one after another, and the uproar rushed in all directions. The heavy pressure crushed the silver sand, making it creak.

As a special move with highly concentrated spiritual pressure, the attack power of the Hollow Flash will change with the spiritual pressure of the user.

The stronger the spiritual pressure, the greater the power of the Hollow Flash.

The first one to bear the brunt of this is Stark.

Although he has no fighting spirit and is lazy, he did not fall behind at this critical moment.

One after another, the Void Flash burst out, turning into a blue sky that submerged the moonlight.

Just as he was struggling to decide whether to use the Return Blade that he led.

Something strange happened.

Boom! !

The area that was swallowed and submerged by the endless Void Flash burst into a dull roar, like a riot of heavenly drums.

Then, the silver-white desert shook violently, and countless silver sands soared up and trembled restlessly in the air.

The moonlight and stars under the night sky were covered by heavy dark clouds, and the density of spirit particles in the air soared sharply.

When the first drop of cold rain condensed by high-density spirit particles fell from the dark clouds, the Voids seemed to hear the awakening of the sleeping beast.

The wind gradually rose.

The spiritual pressure settled, surging hugely and slowly like the flow of mercury, but as the wind speed rose sharply, a sandstorm that could sweep everything was brewing in the desert.

Silver-white dust danced wildly, covering the sky and the sun.

Looking at the doomsday-like horror scene in front of them, everyone's expression froze, and their pupils were filled with fear from the depths of their instincts.

It had nothing to do with enemies or friends, and nothing to do with life or death.

This was the fear that the lower-ranking people spontaneously felt when facing the higher-ranking people.

Ru Yueming tore open the curtain made of virtual flashes, revealing a ferocious and hideous smile like an evil ghost, and the golden vertical pupils turned wildly left and right in the eye sockets, looking for suitable prey.

At this moment, he had completely lost consciousness and could only rely on his instincts to deal with everything.

Seeing this, Yamamoto put his right hand on the sword guard at his waist, and when he was about to push it, he was stopped by Aizen:

"Captain, please be patient."

The calm tone seemed to be explaining something worthless, and as Yamamoto saw, there was no emotional fluctuation on Aizen's face.

"Let Stark and the others handle the early stages."

"I've been staying in the Palace of the Night Gods every day, and my body joints are almost rusted."

As soon as the words fell, Ru Yueming rushed forward and activated the Hollow Instinct Ring. The whole person seemed to teleport, tearing through the air and coming in front of Grimmjow.

Looking at the face of the evil ghost so close, Grimmjow was terrified, and a strong desire emerged from deep in his heart, that is -

Defeat the man in front of him!

"Squeak, Leopard..."

Before he finished reciting the Return Blade Language, and the spiritual pressure had just burst out halfway, a bolt of lightning had already rushed to his chest.

The terrifying force, with the suffocating wind pressure, fell into Grimmjow's body, causing him to immediately fly into the air, and a loud explosion sounded in the sandstorm.

In mid-air, Grimmjow's eyes went black, and he immediately vomited blood crazily.

The whole person was like a rag doll, swept by the strong wind, dragging a long tail flame, and instantly disappeared at the end of the sight.

Such an exaggerated performance of combat power made everyone present dumbfounded.

They knew that Ru Yueming was very strong, but they didn't expect him to be so outrageous.

Although Grimmjow was barely the last among the Hollows, he was a very promising Arrancar of Achukas after all.

He had a strong spiritual pressure and amazing combat power.

If the opponent was the captain of the 9th Division, he would be torn into pieces by Grimmjow in no time.

But even such a being was still hit by a casual blow from Akira Kisaragi and vomited blood crazily, almost dying on the spot.

The heavy rain curtain wrapped in silver-white gravel swept wantonly in the strong wind.

With Grimmjow's previous experience, the others did not dare to take it lightly and immediately prepared to maximize their status.

"Go after him, wolves!"

Stark showed some spirit for the first time in a long time and completed the return to the blade first. The difference was that the flintlock musket in his hand turned into a Gatling gun.

The hot flames gushed crazily, and countless Hollows burst out wantonly.

After the return to the blade, the efficiency of one person has exceeded the sum of all the Arrancars just now.

After being ravaged by Ruyueming and developed by Stark himself, these bursting Void Flashes have the special effect of breaking the spirit particle defense.

However, this special effect is useless to Ruyueming.

Thousands of Void Flashes fell on his body, but only tore the outer layer of the Death Tyrant Armor and left white marks on his strong body.

That's all.

Stark felt his scalp tingling as he looked at Ruyueming approaching him step by step.

He is not Grimmjow and is not good at close combat at all.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the help of others arrived in time.

The Thunder Spear wrapped with electric arcs and the Emerald Shooting Spear wrapped with wind pressure accurately hit Ruyueming's back.

The powerful impact made him stagger and almost fall to the ground.

But what followed was Ruyueming's violent attack.

The sound moved.

Layer upon layer of white bones covered its body, making it streamlined and reducing the friction with the air when moving at high speed.

The hollowness was deepening, making it evolve into a form more suitable for combat.

Ru Yueming appeared in front of Ulquiorra and punched him without hesitation, violently pouring out!

Boom! !

At the critical moment, Ulquiorra only had time to cross his wings in front of him to form a multi-layer defense.

But facing Ru Yueming with full firepower, this protection was like paper.

The fist bones fell, thunder and flames burst out, and the terrifying force shattered his wings while the aftermath completely swallowed him.

Others took advantage of this gap to return their blades and burst out with the strongest blow.

Endless sea currents rushed out, imprisoning Ru Yueming's body, the Emerald Shooter locked the front, and Stark aimed at the back.

They cooperated seamlessly with each other, as if they had practiced countless times.

This was indeed the case.

Because of someone's erratic nature, he often brought Quincy to conquer Hueco Mundo and attack the Hueco Palace.

So it was common for the Ten Blades to form a group to go to the dungeon and besiege the big boss, Kisaragi Akari.

What made them feel strange was that although their own king had become very tyrannical, his moves were sharp and decisive, and his combat power was very terrifying.

But in fact, the way he fought was not much different from usual.

Is this what is called instinct?

The reckless torrent of spiritual pressure washed over the devil-like figure, causing him to stagnate for a short time and unable to open the invincible like before.

"Rotten, Skull Emperor."

Byregan, who was in charge of the battle, returned to the blade, and the old man instantly turned into a skeleton, with his index finger extended, and a thick black fog erupted in front of him.

He rushed towards Kisaragi Akari and swallowed him directly.

In the black fog, the power of time continued to destroy his body, heralding the arrival of death.

Looking at the figure struggling in the black fog, Bylergan felt a numbness in his skull.

Although a long time ago, Kisaragi Akira had shown him that rude and completely unreasonable defense.

But after so much time, no one told him that this abnormal defense was even more outrageous than before.

Looking at the powerful Hollows, Yamamoto's expression was a bit complicated.

Compared with the Arrancars of the Soul Society, the captains of the Soul Society seemed a little too weak.

If the captains of the Shinigami were to participate in this battle, they would probably lose soldiers and suffer casualties in the first round.

"How long will it last?"

Yamamoto asked in a deep voice, "Will this kid be okay?"

Seeing that the old man in front of him was obviously concerned about his disciple, but was trying to pretend to be indifferent, Aizen's mouth curled up and responded with a smile:

"How long it will last depends on him."

"There will be no danger to his life. At most, his soul and body will be severely damaged. He will just need to rest for a while."

Hearing this, Yamamoto's hanging heart was temporarily relieved.

But at this moment, Aizen suddenly reminded:

"Captain, prepare for battle."

"Stark and the others have reached their limit."

As soon as the voice fell, Ru Yueming had already torn through the defenses of the Hollows and rushed into the crowd, giving each person a Whale Killing Punch.

Immediately, the flesh burst open, the bones shattered, and they fell from the sky like boiled dumplings, smashing deep pits in the desert.

The next second, a terrifying figure wearing a bone mask appeared in front of Aizen.

The golden vertical pupils stared at the man in front of him, but he did not attack immediately.

Just when everyone thought that the friendship between the two had affected Ru Yueming's rationality, a punch was thrown without warning, and a white wave exploded in the air.

An unreserved punch.

Boom!

The two fists faced each other, and the aftermath soared into the sky.

Looking at the two people fighting, Yamamoto's face turned black.

This bastard boy is really not private at all, even Ichibone taught Aizen.

The powerful spiritual pressure made up for the gap in the spirit body, making the two sides in a stalemate.

But Aizen knew very well that this was only temporary.

He lacked lethal moves, so he could not be Ru Yueming's opponent now.

The only one who could really fight him head-on was the old man watching the battle next to him.

And if you want to master the power of hollowing, you have to rely on Ru Yueming himself.

…………

Spiritual world.

When Ru Yueming woke up, he suddenly found himself back in the place where he made his fortune, his former hometown——

Rukhun Street District 76, Ni Gu.

The air was filled with heavy water vapor, and endless black clouds slowly settled down, filling his heart with an indescribable depression.

Not far away, the old Ni Gu shrine stood on the empty flat ground, and a sultry wind swirled around the corner, as if looking for a source.

Ru Yueming walked towards the shrine, and when the distance between the two reached a certain limit, an ink-like shadow flowed out of the shrine and soon spread to the end of his sight.

The shadow gradually rose, and under the gaze, a figure that looked exactly like Ru Yueming condensed.

Looking at the person standing in the ink, Ru Yueming felt a little strange in his heart.

It was like looking at a contaminated mirror.

Whether it was the broken corners of the clothes or the dust left on the body, they were exactly the same.

"Others' are pure white."

Ru Yueming said with a look of disdain:

"Why is mine pure black?"

"This is naked discrimination!"

The other party had no intention of talking to him, but slowly drew out the ink-colored long sword from the scabbard at his waist.

The heavy spiritual pressure locked Ru Yueming, and the shadow flowed wantonly, spreading and infiltrating farther away, as if to dye the whole world black.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Ru Yueming seemed to think of something and said in surprise:

"Is it you, Wujie?"

Hearing Ru Yueming calling his name, Wujie paused for a moment, but soon burst out with unreserved killing intent again.

The bone-eroding coldness broke out in the shadow, setting off layers of ripples.

Ru Yueming recalled Aizen's instructions and his understanding of the information related to the hollowing.

There is no doubt that the shadow figure in front of him is the part of the hollow.

As long as he is defeated, he can master the hollowing.

Just as Ru Yueming was thinking, Wujie flashed, and the black blade chopped straight at Ru Yueming's head.

Clang——

The silver-white metal rubbed against each other, sparks burst out, and a sharp explosion sounded in the wanton and exciting impact.

Ru Yueming held the Zanpakutō, grinning, staring at the figure in front of him through the blade, and suddenly asked:

"Wujie..."

"What is the difference between the king and the mount?"