Chapter 232 Kneel Down and Sing "Conquer"!

The violent spiritual pressure beams soared into the sky, lighting up the dark and deep sky as if it were daytime.

In the beam of light, a man with a red mohawk let out a deafening roar:

"Who dares to fight with me!"

With the violent aura and the scorching flames igniting all around, Buzby was like a god in the fire, looking around with disdainful and sarcastic eyes.

Seeing no one responded, he stepped on the ground suddenly, and flames exploded in a ring, and shocking air waves spread in all directions with Buzby as the center.

Several Daxu who tried to get close to him were immediately knocked away, and the white sand showed even more signs of burnt marks.

In the virtual group, Grimmjow squinted his eyes, feeling that this guy's behavior seemed familiar.

Should I say that he is worthy of being a subordinate trained by the king?

Everything he looked at was full of the king's style, and even the way he yelled was very similar.

Moreover, this high temperature...

Realizing how powerful Buzby was, Grimmjow felt a burning sensation in his heart.

He is indeed a great king.

Unexpectedly, even if I went to the Invisible Empire, I would still be thinking about them.

Knowing that he had no suitable opponent now, he brought the trained strong man to Hueco Mundo.

He will never forget this kindness!

Just as Buzby waved his arms and condensed the flame whip to whip, a man suddenly held the falling flame whip.

"Cockscomb Head, I'll fight you!"

Grimmjow let the flames burn his skin, a ferocious smile appearing on his face.

Hearing this title, Buzby wanted to get angry, but when he saw the smile on Grimmjow's face, he suddenly froze.

"Your expression looks a bit familiar."

Grimmjow was also stunned for a moment, stretched out his free left hand and touched his face, subconsciously saying:

"Yeah?"

"Forget it, never mind, my flames are already thirsty!"

Buzby showed a similar smile, "You'd better use all your strength, otherwise, if I accidentally kill you, a certain guy will be held accountable."

"Although I'm not afraid of him, it is still a troublesome thing."

Grimmjow also raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently:

“It’s not certain who will win and who will lose!”

"Don't underestimate the Leopard King who spends every day in hard training!"

After the words fell, a gorgeous spiritual pressure beam exploded into the sky, violently tearing a crack in the crimson sky and occupying half of the sky in an instant.

Heavy pressure fell on him, and a large section of the sand surface collapsed.

But not only was Buzby not at all frightened, but there was an expression of excitement on his face.

This is right!

Fighting with that guy Senju Hashirama, you can't experience the fun of fighting at all.

Every time he developed a new move and used all his strength, he would be punched to pieces by this guy. There was no way to fight against him.

But the enemy in front of him was different.

Although there are familiar traces in his movements, no matter from the spiritual pressure or stance, he is an opponent who is more than qualified.

We must defeat him, then bring him back to the empire and train him hard!

There seemed to be fire burning in Buzby's eyes, and he immediately raised his right hand, pinched his fingers together, and clenched it into a fist.

The white clothes exploded at the shoulders, and hot flames burst out from the shoulder bones, pushing the right arm roaring forward like a rocket propeller.

Grimmjow had the same ferocious smile on his face. The moment he drew his sword, a trace of blood burst out from his palm, soaking it in the palm of his hand.

Torrents of bright blue light swarmed in, condensing into huge blue balls of light. Twisted zigzag patterns were scattered on the left and right, and the surrounding space even made a scalp-numbing creaking sound.

Wang Xu’s flash!

The attacks from both sides collided instantly.

boom! ! !

Amidst the loud explosion, the two men's roars resounded through the sky, and the uproar spread in all directions.

The ground cracked and howling hurricanes rose from the ground, turning the battlefield into a doomsday.

In the raging light, two figures flew out, plowing two deep ravines on the scorched sand.

Grimmjow looked at Buzby across from him excitedly, with a ferocious and excited smile:

"Very good, very good!"

"You are already qualified to know my name!"

"Ten Blades No. 7, Grimmjow Jakarjak!"

Buzby wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth and grinned:

"You're pretty good too."

"Remember my name."

"Knights of the Star Cross, Buzby!"

After both parties announced their homes, they almost simultaneously erupted in astonishing momentum.

The sky-high flames and the gorgeous spiritual pressure clashed with each other, forming an extremely grand scene.

The deep sky was dyed red and blue.

Without any hesitation, the two of them stepped on the ground in unison. As a crack opened below, two streams of light rushed toward each other, and the collision between bodies began.

Blood armor VS steel skin!

There was no fancy power surge, fist to fist, terrifying air waves burst out at the moment when the fists collided, the skin cracked, and blood splattered.

The expressions of the two of them were ferocious and terrifying, like evil ghosts.

Soon, both Buzby and Grimmjow were covered in bruises.

Perhaps because they were immersed in enjoying the battle, neither of them noticed that each other's fighting styles were almost exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Look at the moon for balance, lunge and push the palms, punch with the wheel arms, and punch with the wrapped wrists!

Although it is a collision of blood and flesh, the style makes people feel a bit weird.

After several rounds of fighting, Bazby found that he couldn't take down the opponent in his current state.

After a short thought, he was distracted and was knocked away by Grimmjow's punch. His figure burning with flames passed a scorched mark in the sky.

He hit the sand hard, and a silver-white sand wave burst into the sky.

Bazby climbed out of the sand pit, shook his dizzy head, and then threw his thoughts behind him.

What's the point of thinking so much?

If he doesn't take down the opponent, he will be beaten by the Thousand Hands every day in the future!

Without hesitation, Bazby raised his right hand, and the moment the power was condensed, a red beam of light shot up into the sky.

In Grimmjow's surprised eyes, the beam of light formed a brilliant cross of annihilation at the end of his sight.

When the sound of breaking sounded, a new figure with powerful power walked out of it.

"This is the final form of the Quincy."

The Quincy pentagram with cone-shaped star rays appeared on his head, and Bazby, with stick-shaped wings floating behind him, looked at Grimmjow confidently:

"Its name is the Quincy Complete Body!"

"Kitty, kneel down and sing Conquer for me!"

Grimmjow heard the familiar lines, his mouth twitched, and he said angrily:

"Asshole, don't underestimate me!"

"Are you the only one who can transform?"

"The king is not the kind of person who is partial!"

"Squeak, Leopard King!"

The surging spiritual pressure burst out like a wave, whistling in all directions, and Bazby subconsciously blocked his hands in front of him to avoid the wind and sand blinding him.

When the light of materialization faded, a brand new Grimmjow appeared in front of him.

The capable streamlined body, the azure waist-length hair, and the wildness revealed a trace of unconcealed brutality.

Grimmjow stretched out his right hand, with sky-blue light marks on his five fingers, and said confidently:

"Come on, let's start the second round!"

…………

Standing opposite to Sar Apollo was a very short figure.

Compared with the slender Sar Apollo, the opponent was not even as tall as his waist.

But with the battle between Bazby and Grimmjow in the distance, Sar Apollo would not underestimate anyone.

Who knows what kind of monster his amazing king will make.

"Gu..."

Penida made an inexplicable sound, which seemed to have no malice.

Sar Apollo frowned in confusion.

Without the rich breeding experience of Ru Yueming, he could not understand what Penida was saying at all.

Seemingly aware of this, a large number of spirits gathered in the air, forming one font after another.

Sar Apollo narrowed his eyes and read word by word:

"Hello, I am Penida Pacaja, I smell a familiar smell."

"Excuse me, do you know Hashirama Senju?"

After reading it, he looked down and saw a pair of lightbulb-like eyes flashing with a kind light above the white cloak.

Sar Apollo's mouth twitched.

If nothing unexpected happens, this so-called familiar smell should be left when he studied the spiritual pressure of Ru Yueming.

Does he have a dog nose?

Can he smell this?

Where did the king dig this monster from?

In order to prevent Ru Yueming's identity from being exposed, Sar Apollo shook his head and denied:

"I don't know him."

"Since you invaded Hueco Mundo, you have to pay the price for it."

He adjusted the bone glasses on the bridge of his nose, and compared with other Ten Blades, he looked very elegant.

Penida manipulated the spirit particles and changed the font:

"Hashirama's order is to capture you alive and bring you back to the empire."

"I will try not to kill you."

After the words fell, Sar Apollo saw Penida's white cloak parted and stretched out a pale right hand.

The next moment, a powerful force burst out from the spirit particles around him.

It was as if an invisible big hand suddenly grasped Sar Apollo, and the unreasonable force twisted his limbs and body.

Boom! !

The golden pink spiritual pressure light column shot up into the sky, instantly defeating the surrounding imprisonment force.

Sarl Apollo condensed a spiritual pressure shield around his body, and a trace of vigilance flashed in the depths of his eyes.

An attack without warning made him realize the powerful power contained in that short body.

That is, he reacted in time, otherwise, the previous blow would at least break his limbs and temporarily lose his combat effectiveness.

"Did you dodge it?"

The spirit particle font changed.

Penida seemed a little surprised.

The brief confrontation made him realize that it was not an easy task to defeat the opponent.

A large number of spirit particles gathered to form a huge light column that shot straight into the sky.

A circular cross of annihilation appeared at the top of the light column.

As the sound of shattering sounded, countless cracks appeared on the light column, followed by a burst of brilliant spirit particle light spots, like rain.

Penida, with light wings on his back, floated out, staring at the figure of Sar Apollo with his light bulb-like eyes.

"Use all your strength."

Sar Apollo sighed helplessly:

"I'm just a harmless researcher."

"This kind of forced battle is a bit too scary."

Although he said so, Sar Apollo still obediently pulled out his Zanpakuto and licked the blade like a pervert.

"Resurrect, King Cang Xie."

…………

When the Hollow Flood and the Quincy army collided, the war had already begun.

It was different from the war in the real world.

Any one of them here has the ability to destroy a city, it's just a matter of efficiency.

In terms of individual strength, the grassroots soldiers of the Quincy are not as good as the Hollow.

However, in the field of war, as long as the individual strength does not reach the level of qualitative change, it will not affect the situation.

What's more, the Invisible Empire also has the Holy Soldiers and genius Quincy like Jadis.

Three or five Quincy gathered and launched a battle formation, directly besieging a Hollow.

However, the battle formation of the Quincy also changed to a certain extent under the subtle influence of someone.

The Quincy, who should have used the Holy Extinction Arrow or the Spirit Arrow for long-range attacks, controlled the spirit absorption in both hands, forming a spirit weapon similar to a glove.

In addition, they are best at the blood armor spirit technique.

Branch-like patterns appeared on the body.

When the buffs were fully stacked, the Hollows saw a group of Quincy like berserkers, roaring deafeningly and charging towards them.

The Hollows and Arrancars were happy to see this fighting style and joined in happily.

When the two sides broke out into a melee, they deeply felt what someone said, the throbbing from the depths of their souls.

Sure enough, the King (Captain) was right!

Fist to flesh, that is the romance of fighting!

Under the orders of the leaders of both sides, both the Hollows and the Quincy fought with the idea of ​​catching them alive.

Therefore, despite the seemingly tragic battle, no one died in the roar of the crowd.

At most, they were seriously injured.

No matter who it was, they were abiding by the orders.

…………

"Haha, have you seen the tyranny of the empire's iron hoof?"

Ru Yueming folded his arms and laughed wildly like an elder of the Soul Hall.

"Kneel down and sing Conquer."

"Otherwise, this captain's iron fist is not vegetarian."

Stark sighed helplessly and whispered:

"Your Majesty, why are you rebelling?"

"Fighting is too troublesome."

"Also, how can we beat you?"

When he said this, Harribel, Nelliel, Ulquiorra and Lilinette stood beside him.

Although he had the advantage in numbers.

But Stark was not sure at all, after all, his opponent was the King of Hueco Mundo, who was invincible.

Hearing this, Ru Yueming was furious:

"Stark, I have high hopes for you, and even named you the first dipping sauce of Xuye Palace, but you are so confused and have no fighting spirit."

"What's the difference between you and dried salted fish?"

"Fight me quickly, otherwise, I will throw you to the Invisible Empire to serve as a star wrath force!"

Stark: "..."

Seeing the spirit flame burning on someone, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Lilinette for help.

"Hehe, since you asked sincerely, I will mercifully lend a hand!"

Under Ru Yueming's curious gaze, Lilinette flew above Stark, stretched out her right hand and pressed it on his head:

"Howl, Wolf King!"