Chapter 261 High-End Game

"instinct."

Ruyue Ming was stunned when he heard Wujie's answer.

This was the first time he heard his Zanpakutō speak, and his words were concise and to the point, getting to the core of the problem.

"I have to admit that as my Zanpakutō, you have some wisdom."

Kisaragi Ming grinned: "But this is not the correct answer."

"Actually, it's very simple. The strong one is the king, and the loser will lie down obediently and become a mount!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body flashed, and he rushed towards Wujie. The blade in his hand was raised high, like a flash of cold lightning, and he slashed downwards without any explanation.

Between the lightning and flint, Wujie raised his knife to attack, and the blade light rushed out between the intersections.

As Akira Kisaragi's Zanpakutō, he is not inferior to his opponent in terms of fighting skills or instincts.

Mukai is even able to make good use of his own abilities because of his intimate knowledge of Zanpakutō.

For example, spiritual pressure suppression!

When the blades clashed, Wu Jie activated his abilities to the limit, and countless chain-like lines appeared out of thin air on Ru Yueming's body.

At this moment, his spiritual pressure was extremely weak.

Just when Wujie thought he had succeeded, a fist as big as a clay pot came out from the side and hit him in the cheek.

Friendship breaking face boxing!

All the violent power poured in, tearing apart its defenses like a powerful force, and instantly blasted Wujie away.

A meteor passed under the gloomy sky and crashed into the earth, causing a loud explosion.

Ruyue Ming stood there, blew the non-existent gunpowder smoke on his fist, and raised the corner of his mouth:

"obviously……"

"Whether it is strength or wisdom, I am far superior to you!"

"Get down and be the king's mount!"

An unbounded flash appeared, ink streaked across the sky, and pure black flames ignited on the chain, making it look particularly weird.

Just like a burning stick figure.

This time he decided not to talk to anyone.

After this lesson, Wujie remembered some of Ruyue Ming's qualities.

This idiot is best at assimilating his enemies into brainless guys, and then uses his rich experience to defeat the opponent.

To prevent himself from becoming the same as a certain person, Wujie decided not to say a word from now on.

The blade slashed and fell, the pressure of the sword tore through the air, and everything in front of him fell apart like bubbles.

Ruyue Ming smiled confidently: "The same tricks are useless to me!"

He raised his sword and faced him, wielding the same sword pressure.

At the moment of collision, the stream of light escaped, and countless arcs of light filled the world of shadows, showing a dazzling brilliance.

The two sides were approaching each other. They did not use any techniques, but used the most brutal methods.

Strong against strong!

Fiery aftermath erupted between the blasts, frantic power surged in the light of the blade, and shadows surged like a sea tide, rushing up to the sky and connecting the heaven and earth in the spiritual world.

The thick clouds flowed like mercury, slowly pushing the huge body and forming a huge vortex, like an indifferent single eye watching the battle below.

Each person is focused on one thing and exerts their respective strengths to the limit.

Because of the previous losses, Wujie was more vigilant towards Ruyue Ming and was always on guard against Fist Bone's sneak attacks.

Although he could be slashed several times in succession, there was still no sign that Ru Yueming's use was in vain.

However, the moment Wujie relaxed his vigilance, a fist came from out of sight without warning and hit his head accurately again.

Immediately, the shadow exploded, like brains splattering.

The next moment, Wujie's body sank into the shadow and rose again on the other side.

The shadow climbed up and recovered the exploded head. The moment his eyes recovered, a familiar Zanpakutō flew in front of him.

Before Wu Jie could react, someone's righteous laughter was already approaching.

"Jie Jie, eat me——"

"Beidou Hundred Fissure Fist!"

Countless fist shadows fell and instantly submerged Wujie's body.

Wujie, who was swallowed by pain, had only one thought left in his mind.

Has this guy grown a brain? !

…………

After Aizen exchanged blows with Akira Kisaragi who lost his mind, he stepped aside to avoid similar close combat with him again.

It's okay if he touches it once, but if he touches it too much, he won't be able to handle it.

This guy's thick skin can no longer be viewed with common sense.

Draw your sword and chop.

The invisible sword pressure fell, and a dull impact sounded on Ru Yueming's body. Immediately afterwards, the whole person flew backwards in an instant, and white waves exploded in the sky.

Yamamoto opened his eyes slightly, with a surprised expression on his old face.

The strength of the younger generation in Soul Society has far exceeded his expectations.

What Aizen showed was enough to surpass any captain except him and the evil disciples.

The future life is to be feared.

At the end of the sky, the ferocious smile of the moon is approaching quickly.

What was shocking was that even after being stabbed by Aizen, there were no injuries left on that strong body.

In other words, the injuries on his body had been completely healed as early as when he flew out upside down.

"Ninety-ninety of the broken path——"

"Black coffin."

Aizen's eyes were calm, and a calm voice sounded.

The black torrent rose from the ground, rushed straight into the sky, and turned into an indestructible barrier across the front of the moon.

The long coffin is closed.

"There is a faint turbid coat of arms, an unruly and arrogant talent..."

The black coffin with the broken chant could not even restrain Kisaragi, Aizen knew this very well, so when the black coffin stood up, he directly added the following chant.

But the next second, a look of surprise appeared on Aizen's face.

The sharp bone claws tore open his black coffin, and a devil-like figure walked out of it, showing him a ferocious and cruel smile.

The moment of daze made Kisaragi appear in front of him, his bones moved, and his muscles squirmed like water, and the hot power burst out.

Just as the fist bone was about to fall, a handful of burnt ashes scattered in front of Aizen's eyes.

The next moment.

The surging heat wave roared under the sky, the moisture in the atmosphere evaporated rapidly, and the temperature rose rapidly as if there was no upper limit.

The scorching explosion fell, turning into a huge flame column, completely covering Kisaragi.

The cruelty of his attack seemed to be mixed with some personal grudges.

"Boy, step back."

The white haori on Yamamoto's body fell to an unknown place. He took off his death suit and tied it around his waist, revealing a terrifying body full of scars.

"Next, I will deal with this evil disciple."

"All things in the universe will be reduced to ashes."

"The Flowing Blade is like fire!"

When the flames started, more than ten eyes looked at the sky in horror.

The figure wrapped in the heat was like a big sun, scorching all directions.

Even though they were several kilometers away, they could still feel the terrifying high temperature that was hard to resist.

It was not until this moment that the Voids understood why the king was so strong.

It turned out that the problem was at the root!

With such an outrageous teacher teaching him, how could Ru Yueming, as a disciple, be at a disadvantage?

In Bylergan's empty pupils, the fire of the soul was gently jumping.

Looking at the figure of Yamamoto wrapped in flames, he felt a complex emotion in his heart.

As early as the first time he saw Yamamoto, Bylergan had already recognized the other party's identity.

Back then, he could not only compete with him head-on, but even suppress him for a short time.

But now, there is a sad thick barrier between the two.

Bylergan shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind in an instant, replacing it with a new idea.

By the way, since he has already confronted Yamamoto Shigekuni, the captain of the Gotei 13, does it mean that he, as an Arrancar, can go to the Soul Society for a stroll?

He is very concerned about the captain of the Eighth Division.

At the same time, in the office of the First Division, an inexplicable but pure malice came, and Kyoraku Shunsui, who was forcibly pulled in as a soldier, shuddered immediately.

"Strange."

Kyoraku Shunsui tightened his haori and frowned, "What's the matter with this sudden ominous premonition?"

"Could it be that my junior brother was killed by old man Yama?"

When he thought that he might have to serve as the captain in the future, Kyoraku Shunsui felt a strong sense of sadness.

Being the captain, you can't fish in vain...

On the other hand, Ru Yueming's side is in a miserable situation.

Facing the evil disciple, Yamamoto did not care about the severity of his attack and focused on hitting the smoke.

He started with a torch and then burned the city with fire. After a series of controls, he did not forget to add another flaming hell.

The flowing blade fell like fire, and the terrifying spiritual pressure like the abyss poured into the ground. Countless hideous cracks burst out, and golden red magma flowed freely in it.

In an instant, dozens of sky-high fire pillars burst into the sky, dispelling the night and turning the battlefield into daylight!

The onlookers next to him were shocked again.

This powerful force that could not be surpassed undoubtedly refreshed their understanding of the strong.

Even Aizen was very surprised.

Although Ru Yueming was often beaten by Yamamoto, he had felt similar spiritual pressure more than once in the Soul Society.

But it was the first time to observe at such a close distance.

The fiery violence eroded the senses wantonly, making people feel as if they were in a magma volcano.

The moisture in the atmosphere was rapidly evaporating.

In this state, Harribel suddenly found that she could no longer use moves such as Broken Waterfall.

But such a powerful existence.

Still could not completely suppress the hollowed-out Ru Yueming.

That devil-like figure, with black flames burning on his body, took on Yamamoto's big move and rushed wantonly on the battlefield.

It was like a crazy dump truck.

Wherever it passed, scorch marks were everywhere, and the ground was in a mess.

Occasionally, there were unlucky people like Grimmjow who stood in front of him, and one of their arms was torn off in an instant, and then burned to ashes by the black flames.

If it weren't for Yamamoto's timely rescue, Grimmjow would have been torn into pieces by Ru Yueming on the spot.

But Urahara Kisuke, who had been watching the battle on the side, couldn't help but open his eyes wide when he saw this scene.

After the shock, there was a strong regret.

I miscalculated. I should have brought a messenger.

If I had filmed this scene, I would have been able to exchange two days of vacation with Akira Kisaragi!

He even thought of a title.

It was called "Shocked, Captain Yamamoto betrayed justice and saved the fallen Arrancar!"

Just as he was regretting, the golden vertical pupil locked onto Yamamoto again, and the terrifying spiritual pressure that was like the sky overturning, wantonly washed around.

The surging flames even produced distorted lines because of this.

The battle between master and apprentice broke out again!

…………

The spiritual world.

When Akira Kisaragi put down his Zanpakutō, he released all his strength.

The killer whale punched Wujie so hard that he couldn't raise his head. He could only rely on himself and the special environment to barely support himself.

Instant roar, one bone!

A strong ghost spiritual pressure burst out from behind the shoulder bone, like a rocket booster, and the fist bone hit Wujie's head heavily.

One shot shattered the beautiful face in Ru Yueming's heart.

The black body collapsed and turned into a shadow to merge into the world under his feet.

When Wujie was resurrected again, what came into view was a familiar and brutal smile.

At this time, he was like a supporting actor who was killed in a horror movie, even though he was familiar with him.

But he was still scared by his expression and couldn't breathe smoothly.

Thinking of this guy's operation of throwing the knife every time he started a battle, and even depositing his Zanpakutō in the first team in recent years.

Wujie was inexplicably angry.

This will be the only chance in this life. If he gives up, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, Wujie's eyes seemed to have a fierce light, and the inky flames burned on his body.

The violent spiritual pressure burst out.

At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color!

In the dark shadow, a huge column of light shot up into the sky, the chains rubbed, bursting iron sparks, and merged into Wujie's body.

"Why is it so..."

Looking at Wujie who tried to resist to the end, Ru Yueming sighed, "You were born from my soul."

"Strictly speaking, our relationship is closer than that of the adopted son outside."

"But you, as my half, can't understand this heavy love."

"Well, since this is your idea, I will accompany you to the end."

As the voice fell, the same spiritual pressure light column suddenly burst out, penetrating the sky and the earth, and the turbulent air waves spread in all directions.

One man and one sword stared at each other, and in the deafening roar, they spoke at the same time:

"Bankai——"

"The Realm of No Self!"

…………

In the Hell of Flames, Yamamoto's breathing was much more rapid than when he first arrived. The irrational disciple attacked without restraint.

If he had not been experienced in combat, he might have followed in the footsteps of Grimmjow.

Another sword fell, and a wave of flames swept out, instantly blowing Ru Yueming away, crashing into the cracks, splashing golden red magma.

The short break allowed Yamamoto to recover a little strength. When he was ready to meet the wretch's mud truck, he found that Ru Yueming did not appear from the ground.

Even the spiritual pressure calmed down.

When everyone thought that this group was over, a terrifying scene happened.

A black light column burst out from the ground, and a heavy pressure instantly swept the entire battlefield, and the air was filled with a tyrannical atmosphere.

Under the gaze of several horrified eyes, Ru Yueming walked out of the spiritual pressure light column. His sturdy body was covered with complex patterns made of black lines, and his black hair turned snow-white.

Looking at the evil disciple whose appearance had changed drastically, Yamamoto's expression was solemn, and the flames that swept across the sky suddenly disappeared, as if they were wiped out by some force.

At the same time, a low and old voice also sounded:

"Bankai——"

"Zanka no Tachi!"