Chapter 270: Permission Dog and Cheating Dog

The monk walked out of the billowing smoke and dust, no longer as clean as he was at the beginning.

There were blood marks on his thick palms, and his skin and flesh were torn. He was actually hit directly by this punch and broke his defense.

The spiritual pressure covered, and the hideous injuries recovered instantly.

The monk looked up at the figure in the sky, his eyes were inexplicable, and his beard covered his smile well:

"You are worthy of being a disciple taught by Chongguo."

"The disciple is better than the master."

Ru Yueming grinned and showed a cruel smile:

"You can't avoid being beaten even if you talk about relationships."

"Don't be nagging, keep fighting!"

Hearing this, the monk was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a relieved smile.

It's good for young people to have fighting spirit.

The lifeless world needs more fresh blood like Ru Yueming.

He already had a vague guess about what Lord Lingwang was thinking.

I hope that in the next battle, the guess can be confirmed.

Above the sky, Ru Yueming's muscles rippled like water, and the hot black and red flames burned on his body. The high temperature that ordinary death gods could not bear rose on the main approach.

"Hmm? Engrave the ghost path pattern into your body, use the power of the ghost path to improve your physical fitness, and even burst out the corresponding ghost path's destructive power with every move."

"What a crazy idea, is this also what Yamamoto Shigekuni taught?"

As an old monster who has lived for a million years, Hyoshubu Ichibei saw through Ru Yueming's current state at a glance.

"No. 90 Broken Path Black Coffin, No. 91 Broken Path Thousand Hands Bright Sky Cannon, No. 96 Broken Path One Sword Cremation..."

The monk smacked his lips, "Don't you worry that the engraving fails and the ghost path explodes inside your body?"

As he spoke, the burning wind rose from the ground, like lava erupting in the earth's crust. While the scorching heat was raging, a black fist broke through the monk's external spiritual pressure and hit his abdomen straight.

Bang! !

A heavy crash erupted over the Omotesando, and white waves spread in all directions.

This time, the two sides were evenly matched in this brute force confrontation.

"Ming, don't underestimate me."

The monk laughed, "Do you remember what I said before? After becoming a member of the Zero Division, you can use the power of the Spirit King to build a new body."

"In terms of physical strength alone, I will not lose to anyone in this world!"

Feeling the majestic power coming from the fist bones, Ru Yueming's face showed a trace of unconcealed joy.

For a long time, no one has been able to compete with him in the white fight.

Not even Yamamoto.

Although he invented the white fight skills such as one bone and two bones, Yamamoto is still a traditional Shinigami, and all his skills are in Zanpakutō.

Even Yamamoto holding a Zanka no Katana may not be his opponent, let alone the old man Yama with bare hands.

At present, only the first person in the three realms, the leader of the Zero Division, Hyoshubu Ichibei, can compete with him in the white fight field.

Ru Yueming took a deep breath and twisted his wrist slowly, and a sound like metal friction burst out, as if an invisible gate was twisted.

The air around him burst into a wail of unbearable pressure under the condensation of spiritual pressure, and broke into pieces visibly.

"Eat me--"

"Titan Dragon blasts the asteroid!"

Countless fist shadows burst out with a roar, and two figures engaged in a fierce melee collision, and the loud noise of the explosion was wantonly stirring on the main approach.

Feeling the terrifying impact of the tsunami, the monk's expression was no longer as relaxed as it was at the beginning.

Although his body was constructed by the power of the Spirit King, it was not much stronger than Ru Yueming in terms of strength and hardness.

It was even worse.

This kid, doesn't he have more than this kind of power?

Thinking of this, the monk burst out spiritual pressure again, and the veins on his thick arms like stone pillars were exposed, which looked particularly hideous.

The materialized light condensed in front of his palm.

The huge palm was infinitely enlarged above the dome, and instantly covered Ru Yueming's figure.

In contrast, he was as small as an ant.

"Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm!"

The dull voice was like thunder, and the surging power burst out.

Seeing that the opponent had become serious, Ru Yueming was also ready to show his trump card.

Instant roar, great destruction!

Boom! !

At the shoulders, thunder and fire intertwined, weaving a pair of fiery wings, and while stretching to the utmost, the heat waves kept surging.

With his arms slightly tilted back, Ru Yueming raised the corners of his mouth, and wisps of white air overflowed from the gaps between his teeth.

Facing the Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm that swept the hurricane, he was not afraid at all, and his fists were like cannons, blasting straight out.

Double bones!

Boom——

The spirit particle storm soared into the sky, and the gorgeous explosion light spread like ripples.

Countless spirit particle light spots burst out, and the Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm was instantly shattered!

Destroy with great force!

"Um..."

Looking at the cool battle scene with full special effects, Qian Shouwan sighed helplessly.

I thought I was defeated by a narrow margin, but who would have thought that this guy didn't even use one tenth of his strength.

Judging from this situation, even if the seal of the Blood Alliance is unlocked, I'm afraid I can't be his opponent.

Senjumaru pursed his red lips, and a trace of unwillingness appeared on his pale face.

Damn, is there really no chance of turning the tables?

Seeing his Thousand Miles Tongtian Palm being smashed by his fists, Hyoshubu Ichibei raised his eyes with a trace of excitement, staring closely at the figure in the distance.

How powerful, how strong and powerful? !

Only such an opponent is worth going all out!

Branch-like marks appeared on the monk's arm, stimulating all the spiritual king power contained in the king key.

The sturdy and strong body suddenly disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared behind Ru Yueming. The monk waved his hand and the chains emitting golden light whistled out.

Binding Path 63: Locking and Binding!

A million years of life have allowed the various skills of Bingzhubu Ichibei to reach the peak.

It is completely easy to release high-level ghost ways without pre-swing.

The chain was wrapped around Ru Yueming's body like a giant python, but it was melted by Shunhong's wings in an instant, turning into spirit particles and dissipating in the air.

Although it did not cause any damage, it delayed a short moment.

That was enough.

The monk grinned, showing a smile of success, pinched the five fingers of his right hand, and a huge brush appeared in his palm out of thin air.

Young people should taste the taste of failure more often.

The huge brush fell towards the figure in front with a horizontal slashing force.

After being pulled by the binding path, it was too late to dodge this attack.

The air made a sound of cloth tearing, and black ink dots scattered like rain.

Strangely, this attack did not cause much damage to Ru Yueming, only leaving a trace of ink on the outer haori.

"It's over."

Ichibei of Hyoshubu threw the huge brush in his hand and smiled, "This is my Zanpakutō, its name is Ichimonji."

"Its ability is to cut the name but not the flesh."

"Anything attacked by this brush will have half of its name cut off, which means it will lose half of its power."

"Do you feel your own powerlessness now?"

I thought Ru Yueming would be shocked by this, and even admit defeat, bow down, and join the camp of the Zero Squad.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not show any panic, but also showed a ferocious smile like a devil on his face:

"What are you talking about!"

The right arm was stretched to the extreme, and black and red intertwined on it, and tree-like lines appeared.

Movement and blood suit!

Five fingers pinched together, wrapped with a burning fist and blasted straight out.

Unconcealed, unmerciful full-strength attack!

The burning wind burst out, and thousands of arcs of lightning roared out on the fist bones of Ruyueming, extending for dozens of kilometers in an instant, directly splitting the sky of the Omotesando.

Ichibei of Hyoshubu flew backwards again, and was pushed directly from the entrance of the Spirit King Palace to the direction of the Ouchi.

The sky broke, leaving a deep gully visible to the naked eye, and the thick arm had been burned black, showing an irregular twisted posture, trembling slightly.

The white haori was full of burn marks, which was extremely tragic.

At this moment, he no longer had the confidence of winning, and his rough face was full of disbelief.

Even the other onlookers showed shocked expressions.

"How is it possible that he is still so strong after being cut in half?"

"This kid, is he a monster?!"

Kirinji Tenshiro's expression was extremely complicated.

"It is also possible that Ichimonji's ability is ineffective against the enemy."

Just as the two were surprised, a figure that was out of tune with the surrounding painting style suddenly broke in.

He had black punk curly hair and wore sunglasses, looking very fashionable.

The third officer of the Zero Division, the Western God General, the Sword God, Nimeiwu Wangyue.

Suddenly hearing Nimeiwu Wangyue's guess, Kirinji Tenshiro and Senjumaru showed surprise.

"Ignoring Ichimonji's ability..."

"Is there really such a person in the world?"

Wang Yue grinned, revealing a neat white tooth:

"Hey, we will know if we continue to watch?"

The monk opened his eyes wide and stared at the figure above.

Inexplicably, there was a creepy feeling!

As the person involved, no one knows what happened just now better than him.

Ichimonji did cut into Ruyueming's body, there is no doubt about that, but why didn't the power that should have been wiped out be reduced at all? !

The monk tightly grasped the huge brush in his hand, and his expression was particularly complicated.

"No time to mourn you."

Ruyueming attacked and approached, disrupting the thoughts of Hyoshubu Ichibei. A ferocious smile appeared in front of him, and his right arm stretched out, making a sound of bowstring tightening.

"Because the next one to appear is the one with the world's wisdom that surpasses the three realms!"

"Magnetic field rotates, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand horses——"

"Killing Whale Tyrant Fist!"

Seeing Ruyueming's aggressive momentum, Hyoshubu Ichibei put away his thoughts and treated him with a solemn expression.

At this moment, he has already regarded Ruyueming as an existence at the same level as him.

There is no longer any contempt.

I was thinking about seeing how many kinds of power Ruyueming has mastered, but now I'd better win this battle first.

I have lived for a million years, I am the leader of the Zero Division, I am the guardian of the Soul King, I cannot fall in such a place.

"Dye it black, Ichimonji!"

The ink color fell from the tip of the pen, the sharp white blade and the black tip switched back and forth.

The monk waved Ichimonji, countless ink dots splashed, and rushed straight into the sky.

Since the rules cannot be applied, let's end this battle with pure power.

Seeing the monk release his Zanpakutō, Kisaragi thought for a while and drew out his own Zanpakutō.

A flash of silver light, the blades crossed, and the sound of metal and iron was heard.

The two sides fought again, and the aftermath of the collision continued to spread in the sky, forming circles of white waves, blooming like fireworks.

What surprised the monk was that after the first contact between Wujie and Ichimonji, the opponent's slashing force suddenly weakened, as if it had been reduced.

Ru Yueming seemed to realize this, and grinned:

"Hmph, Zanpakuto is such an inconvenient thing!"

In the surprised eyes of the monk, someone threw it casually, and the silver-glowing blade sank into the Omotesando below, and then pulled it with both hands, tearing off the Death Hegemony on his body, revealing a strong and perfect body.

Branch-like patterns appeared.

Seeing this, the monk narrowed his eyes slightly.

A god of death, mastering the exclusive ability of the Quincy.

It's really surprising.

Looking at the Zanpakutō that was inserted not far in front of him and was shaking slightly, Kirinji Tenshiro's mouth twitched and he said:

"Why do I feel that this Zanpakutō is showing different emotions?"

"Wang Yue, what do you think?"

"Wait, Wang Yue, why are you crying?!"

Under the sunglasses, two lines of tears crossed the resolute face.

Wang Yue of Nimeiya reached out and wiped the tears from his face, but he couldn't wipe them clean. He choked up and told the reason:

"I heard the wail of that Zanpakutō and its terrible sword life without the sword way."

"It's hard to imagine that there would be a god of death who treats his Zanpakutō like this!"

Kirinji Tenshiro and Senjumaru looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

Boom! !

The monk was blown away again, and his sturdy figure slammed into the main entrance, piercing the ground directly, revealing the endless blue sky below.

It turns out that the authority dog ​​can't beat the cheating dog.

Or in other words, Ru Yueming's cheat is stronger than the monk's cheat.

With a long tail of flame, Ru Yueming streaked across the sky like a meteor, and directly caught up with the falling Hyoshubu Ichibei.

Under his unbelievable gaze, a bone mask appeared on his face, and a magical electronic synthesized sound rang out:

"One instant, a thousand strikes!"

The burning figure disappeared, turning into countless afterimages that shuttled between the zeniths, and the violent attack fell with a bang.

The torrent of shining black and red burst out, and the uproar spread and stirred wantonly.

With the last uppercut, the monk rushed up again and fell into the Omotesando, the aftermath burst out, and everything he saw turned into ruins.

In the ruins, the monk struggled to sit up, his spiritual pressure surged, and he quickly repaired his broken body.

He wanted to sacrifice a black from the Soul Society and launch a big move, but when he looked into Ru Yueming's eyes, he just remembered that this was just a test.

It was already ugly enough, and if he continued to fight, who knew what the ending would be.

Thinking of this, the monk shook his head and grinned at Ru Yueming:

"What a unique battle."

"I admit defeat, you have passed..."