Chapter 124 It’s so Hard to Think About the Explanation

"Jinsha Luo Sonata No. 11——"

"Rose Izayoi!"

On the battlefield full of cracks, Lou Juro was like an elegant dancer, his movements filled with artistic atmosphere.

He waved the long whip in his hand and swung it straight forward.

Kinsara made a sharp sound as it broke through the air and headed straight for Aizen.

The sharp sound of steel clashing erupted here.

Facing the third seat of the third team, without the pressure brought by Takeda Chishi, Aizen didn't have much thought to get entangled with him.

After the previous battle and understanding of Kisaragi Ming.

He knew very well the upper limit of Ru Yueming's strength.

If it were just an ordinary Shinigami captain, like Fuchikanou and Tsunayashiro Ansai, maybe Kozuki Akira could handle it, and with an explosion, he might even be able to finish off the opponent.

But Chishi Takeda has been in office for more than a hundred years. He is a typical veteran captain, and his strength is much stronger than that of Fuchikami and his like.

With Ru Yueming's current strength, it is very likely that she will be ravaged by the opponent, or even killed...

Thinking of this, Aizen felt inexplicably upset.

Even the power when swinging the sword is much stronger than usual.

But just as the blooming Jinsara collided with the blade, making a sharp sound of interlacing gold and iron, the golden whip dancing in the air suddenly spun around, forming circles of ripples that instantly swayed.

Brilliant colors burst out among the dazzling lights, and the invisible sound of a musician's solo sounded.

"Listen."

"It's a wonderful death!"

The corner of Loujuro's mouth raised slightly, as if he had seen the opponent's fate. As his spiritual pressure exploded, the golden whip spread like ripples.

Magical clouds bloomed in the sky, constantly impacting Aizen's spiritual pressure defense.

Layers after layers of broken sounds sounded, and the aftermath scattered.

Turbulent spiritual pressure surged out of the golden whip, forming a fleeting violent attack.

Aizen activates Shunpo, flashing between a wide range of attacks.

He is different from a thick-skinned guy. If he insists on withstanding this level of attack, it will cause a huge consumption of spiritual pressure, which will affect the outcome of the victory.

I have to admit that this third officer of the third team can definitely be called the first officer of the thirteenth team.

In terms of spiritual pressure alone, it is no worse than some captains.

And judging from the relaxed expression on his face, it seems that the opponent has not yet used all his strength.

Aizen frowned slightly, not wanting to be entangled with him for too long.

If he delayed for a while longer, he might have to collect the corpse for Ru Yueming.

"Want to escape?"

Sensing Aizen's intention, Rojuro chuckled and said, "Are you worried about your companions?"

"Don't worry, he won't last long."

"What you should worry about now is yourself. Enjoy the beautiful music. The note elves will dance on your corpse."

Just as he was explaining it, Aizen keenly noticed that there were countless golden threads around him.

"Did you find it?"

Noticing his gaze, the smile on Lou Juro's face became more obvious, "It's a pity that it's too late."

"The parallel lines of Kinsara are enough to crush anything it touches."

"Including your body!"

The moment the words fell, countless golden threads gathered together in an instant, wrapping around Aizen's body and killing him. The air emitted bursts of whine, and the sharp tearing sound reminded people of a piece of cloth being torn apart.

Aizen retreated violently, pushing his Shunpo to the limit, and afterimages appeared on the battlefield one after another.

Although he reacted quickly, he was still touched by the golden thread.

A tearing sound sounded, and the sharp parallel lines penetrated the binding light, tearing the corners of the Death Tyrant's clothes.

"What a quick shunpo!"

Lou Juro was surprised, "You actually escaped my performance."

Aizen lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the cracks on the Death Tyrant's armor, and replied calmly:

"Your Shikai seems to have turned into a golden whip weapon."

"But it is actually woven from countless golden parallel threads, which can be disassembled and combined with each other."

"Very good ability, well developed."

"Use two large-scale attacks to block the direction of my escape, and finally determine the battlefield here. Is this your plan, Hobashiro Juro?"

Calm voices kept ringing in his ears, and Loujuro's originally confident expression instantly turned gloomy.

He thought about many possibilities, but he never expected that all his plans would be seen through by the other party.

What's even more frightening is that the enemy has already seen through the true nature of Jinshaluo Shijie after only a few confrontations.

You know, even the extremely experienced shooting range deputy captain who serves as the battle commander of the third division cannot see through his abilities in battle.

But the guy in front of me did it.

Lou Juro put away his contempt, and there was a bit of unconcealable solemnity in his expression.

"In that case, I won't hide my secrets anymore."

"Be prepared to accept the most solemn gift. This is what I prepared carefully."

"Swastika——"

"Kinsharo Dance Troupe!"

The moment the words fell, the bright spiritual pressure surged like the ocean current, stirring until it covered the entire battlefield.

Aizen clearly saw that the Zanpakuto in Rojuro's hand turned into a small golden stick.

The spiritual pressure transformed into endless golden threads, weaving briskly around the surroundings and in the sky.

Strange humanoid creatures with slender limbs appeared on both sides of the battlefield, and huge golden hands were woven into shape, constantly changing with Rojuro's movements.

Like a puppet master operating a puppet.

"The Kinsara Dance Company is a dance company that plays death."

"They will give you the most outstanding performance, the first piece of music -"

"Current!"

The ginsara flowers on the dancers' faces slowly bloomed, and their slender arms were raised high, and they started a dance called art around Aizen.

As the rotation accelerated, turbulent sea currents appeared all around, washing away everything in sight, constantly wearing away Aizen's external spiritual pressure defense.

Loujuro waved his baton, and the confident expression returned to his face.

"Follow the melody of the whirlpool of the sea and sing a song of pain and fear."

The sea current turned into a whirlpool, and the huge force squeezed Aizen's body, making it fixed in place and unable to move.

But at the same time, he frowned slightly and noticed something unusual.

Seeing that his attack had controlled the enemy, Loujuro's smile became more confident:

"Next is the second track -"

"Messenger of the volcano!"

In the center of the blooming ginsara flower on the dancer's face, a scorching flame ignited, causing the air around it to distort.

Seeing this, Aizen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said calmly:

"I see, I understand."

Flames spurted out from between the stamens and rushed towards Aizen's position instantly.

However, the expected wails and screams did not appear, and even the terrifying flames that could distort the air were extinguished midway.

Lou Juro's eyes widened, unable to understand the scene in front of him.

He held the baton tightly, and for a time he wondered if he had been affected by the other party's illusion.

Rojuro remembers clearly that Takeda Chishi once said that the enemy's Zanpakuto's ability is to create illusions.

Looking at Rojuro who was full of doubts and alertness, Aizen calmly said:

"There is no Zanpakutō in Soul Society that can control water and fire at the same time, and there is a certain connection between Shikai and Swastika."

"Your initial understanding is to manipulate golden parallel lines."

"The swastika seems to be a further strengthening of the first solution, and the puppets named Jinsara Dance Troupe are woven with silk threads."

"But in fact, there is a huge difference between the two."

"The so-called appreciation of music tracks should use your hearing, right?"

Lou Julang's pupils shrank suddenly, and the confidence on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by unconcealable fear.

With his knowledge, he simply couldn't understand why such a monster existed in the world?

In just a short confrontation, all the enemy's abilities and even weaknesses were completely analyzed.

Is this guy really a human? !

Just when he was frightened, Aizen's calm voice sounded again:

"As for the method of cracking it, it's also very simple."

"Just use Kidou to block your hearing."

Hearing this, Lou Juro's expression began to distort, and his facial features gathered together, showing what it was like to be frightened.

"I've seen what you're capable of."

"Next, it's my turn."

Just when Rojuro was showing signs of losing control of his emotions, Aizen's voice sounded again, and the Zanpakuto in his hand was turned downwards, with the tip of the knife pointing to the ground, and sparkling waves of light constantly rippling on the blade:

"Break it into pieces, Jing Hua Shui Yue."

…………

The sky-reaching beam of light shines on the mire, and surging spiritual pressure pours down.

Looking at the young man swallowed by the earth, Takeda Chishi showed no mercy at all, his eyes were full of coldness.

A close friend?

I will send him on the road with you!

But under the ground, purple flames ignited on the young man's chest again, and several black lines slowly emerged, clinging to his skin, making the young man's overall temperament a bit weirder.

In a daze, Ru Yueming seemed to have once again arrived at the most familiar Nigu Shrine.

In his sight, the unfamiliar Zanpakutō stood behind the altar table, emitting a hazy light.

When he tried to get closer, all the remaining spiritual pressure was absorbed into it.

After receiving the supply of power, the light on the blade became more and more dazzling until his vision was blurred.

Wait until the light gradually fades away.

Something completely unfamiliar appeared in his sight.

Ru Yueming looked at the scene in front of him in surprise and slowly asked a question.

Ahead, a straight chain was suspended.

You can't see the end from above, and you can't see the end from below.

It seems to have extended to the edge of the world.

He tried to touch the chain, but received not very friendly feedback.

It seems that the scolding is a bit unpleasant...

Ruyue Ming pulled it to him with force and looked at it carefully.

Countless delicate structures formed by spiritual pressure and souls were presented before his eyes, complex and incomprehensible.

Just a slight thought, the links of countless chains rubbed against each other, and then deafening thunder burst out, and the gorgeous brilliance filled all directions.

With Ru Yueming's meager knowledge, it was impossible to understand the scene in front of her.

But the knowledge that came to his mind made him certain.

I got my Zanpakutō!

As soon as this thought came up, there was a trance in front of me, and severe pain continued to rise from the limbs, as if being put into a big mill and being crushed hard.

Takeda Chishi bared his teeth and his expression was twisted.

He said that in all his life, he had never seen such a difficult-to-kill Death.

Even Daxu, after his torture, should have turned into a spirit child and returned to the embrace of the world.

But the moon is not shining brightly.

The hard body is as if it is made of steel. The power of the earth acts on it, and it cannot be destroyed in an instant. It can only be worn away bit by bit.

Fortunately, it's almost over.

Takeda Chishi could sense that the vitality of the boy buried in the earth was constantly being extinguished, and his spiritual pressure was getting weaker and weaker.

It's like a candle in the wind.

Just blow one more breath and it will be completely extinguished...

Buzz——

The substantial spiritual pressure suddenly burst out, turning into a pillar of light that shot up to the sky and instantly tore apart the thin clouds on the zenith. A bright sun rose in the dark sky, releasing light violently in all directions!

Another puzzling scene appeared.

Takeda Chishi stared at Kisaragi Akira in the beam of light in shock and anger, saying that he had never seen such an evil thing before.

Forget it if it's difficult to kill, after all, some people are gifted.

If the spirit body is stronger, it can still be barely tolerated.

But this man was about to die, so what happened to the sudden explosion? !

With such a level of spiritual pressure, can he still be called a chief official?

It’s even more outrageous than that guy Lou Juro!

Under the sudden explosion of the spiritual pressure beam, the ground instantly cracked, and countless ravines appeared around Ruyue Ming, and they continued to spread into the distance.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ru Yueming jumped up and left the pit.

Before he could say harsh words, Taketa Chishi saw a strange scene. He saw the bruised young man holding up his right hand with his fingers spread wide.

The next moment, a stream of light passed across the sky and landed accurately in the palm of his hand.

That is……

Zanpakutō? !

After seeing the specific appearance of Liuguang clearly, Takeda Chishi took a deep breath. This was the first time he had seen such a scene after living for hundreds of years.

Just as I thought before, no matter which angle you look at it, Yamamoto’s new disciple is too evil!

Akira Kisaragi, who was holding the hilt of the sword, grinned and looked straight at Takeda Chishi, who was standing high up and covered in black and gray armor.

"Captain Takeda, the offense and defense have changed."

Under Takeda Chishi's slightly uneasy gaze, Kisaragi Akira raised the Zanpakuto in his hand, and wisps of purple flame lingered on it.

The tyrannical spiritual pressure exploded wantonly, covering the entire battlefield.

The next moment, a calm voice seemed to ring in Takeda Chishi's ears:

"Empty view, boundless."

boom! !

The spiritual pressure beam explodes into the sky!

Aizen expressionlessly chopped down the frightened Rojuro, and then looked in the direction of the spiritual pressure beam, his eyes full of disbelief:

"This is……"

"That guy's spiritual pressure?!"

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