The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 387 Does Aizen see through everything?
The mountains collapsed, the forest turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the sporadic gods of death who rushed to the sky occasionally turned into ashes in the intertwined flashes.

The dark forest can no longer detect the spiritual pressure outside the broken surface.

Death is all gone.

It should have been a happy thing, but Grimmjow didn't feel any joy in his heart, and frowned slightly.

The wind generated by the explosion caused the long silver hair like a porcupine's backthorn to flutter freely.

Walking with the graceful steps of cats, he walked up to the corpse of Unohanaretsu, looking at the unrepentant expression and the big hole in his chest.

Tail wagged.

Grimmjow thought of the spiritual pressure just now. If it is a counterfeit product, it is unreasonable to have that level of spiritual pressure. The real product is too easy to destroy.

After thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that the other party was too lax.

When fighting, life and death are often just a thought.

Grimmjow recalled the warmth of the blood and the rapid exhaustion of spiritual pressure when he just dug out his heart, and thought that maybe he had too much heart.

He jumped into the air from the ground at will, and a blue false bullet condensed in his right paw hit the Taiping Mountain below.

bang.

The virtual bomb exploded, and the ground and buildings on the mountain were submerged in the light of the explosion.

"Haha, Grimmjow, I killed a female Death God with my own hands just now, you didn't see her unbelievable expression."

"Yeah." Grimmjow was perfunctory casually, then turned around and said, "Let's go back."

De Roy scratched his head and said with a puzzled face, "We won, why isn't he happy?"

Xiao Long said indifferently: "What Grimmjow desires is to be evenly matched, to be able to improve his own battles, rather than one-sided massacres."

"Well, I think it's more interesting to kill one-sidedly."

DeRoy was all smiles.

Xiao Long said angrily, "That's why you are so weak."

"..." De Roy couldn't refute. Among Grimmjow's five subordinate officers, he was the weakest one.

This is a fact.

The rest are big brothers numbered first.

Damn it, when we were in the Sea of ​​White Sands, everyone was pretty good, but after they became broken faces, their strengths began to show obvious differences.

Di Roy felt depressed.

The black cavity in the air opened, Xiao Long suddenly remembered something, and reminded: "Grimmjow, I remember that the base camp of the Quincy is not far from here, are you going to destroy them?"

Grimmjow thought about it, he had fought with Quincy before, and the guy who used bows and arrows was too weak, "Forget it, I'm not interested."

"Then go back." Xiao Long didn't say anything more.

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The Temple of the Gods and the Triumph Square opened up oval-shaped black cavities, and hundreds of thousands of broken faces stepped out of them.

The scorching sun made Grimmjow slightly narrow his eyes, a little uncomfortable.

There is a person standing on the 30-meter-high triumphal bell tower ahead.

The wind blew the white coat.

His long light purple hair covering his ears fluttered slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to say hello: "Oh, you guys came back so early, I plan to see you off."

"It doesn't take much time to wipe out a group of waste."

Grimmjow replied casually, and then disappeared with a bang.

Ichimaru Gin opened his squinted eyes, and Shunpo moved away from the clock tower to the roof one kilometer away.

He pulled out the Zanpakuto from his waist with his right hand, and precisely held the black claw heart, "Do you want to rebel?"

Grimmjow saw that his blow was blocked, and asked, "Who is stronger, you or Unokanare?"

Ichimaru Gin smiled and said, "Probably me."

"Tch, it's all right." Grimmjow put away his paws, and snuffed out the last trace of doubt in his heart, "You can tell Aizen about the report of All Death."

"At least add an adult."

Ichimaru Gin corrected a sentence.

"Tsk." Grimmjow was getting more and more upset, but he didn't say anything.

The relationship between Ichimaru Gin and Aizen is far beyond the reach of Juren, probably only comparable to that annoying guy who died.

Although Grimmjow has always wanted to try to take Ichimaru Gin's heart out, to see if that disgusting face can still laugh, but he always retains a sense of reason.

Anyone can provoke, but this guy, provocation before he has no strength is the result of death.

Grimmjow turned around, jumped on the roof a few times, and then disappeared.

Ichimaru Gin put away the Zanpakutō, continued to squint his eyes, and moved so quickly, it seemed that Nirvana Mayuri really had some way to contact Urahara Kisuke.

Plus that person in the library, height and eyes, is it Shiraishi?
Huh, things got interesting.

Ichimaru Gin was thinking in his heart, and a gentle voice came from his ear, "Gin, come to me."

"En." He replied, did not choose to stay here, and rushed to the Shenting in a blink of an eye.

Instead of going from the inside, he jumped directly from the outside, climbed over the top guardrail, walked to the door a few steps, pushed the door open with his hand and said, "Master Lan Ran, what do you want from me?"

Aizen sat on the teacup chair in front of the white wall, with long brown hair hanging over her shoulders, "I heard that you signed an order to wipe out the god of death, what's the result?"

"Grimmjow is back, and it took no more than 3 minutes."

Ichimaru Gin replied with a smile.

Lan Ran supported his side face with his hands, and looked at him with four pupils, "Do you think they are really dead?"

"I don't know. With one hundred thousand broken faces as the opponent, and there are broken faces like Yachukas among them, it is normal to say that he is dead."

Ichimaru Gin paused, and said, "It's normal to not die, Urahara Kisuke's methods are always emerging in endlessly."

"Yes."

Aizen agreed with this point, and asked along the topic: "If they are suspended animation, why do you say that is?"

Ichimaru silver said with a smile: "Avoid our harassment, and then wait for the opportunity to fight back. Kisuke Urahara is not a person who is waiting to die. He should still be trying to find a way to break the seal without alarming us."

"Oh."

There was a half-smile expression on Lan Ran's face, as if he had seen through everything, and it seemed that he was pretending to be mysterious.

To be honest, this kind of expression made Ichimaru Gin feel more pressure than a simple killing intent, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with him.

That little rift of doubt will gradually spread under pressure and eventually collapse.

This is a very dangerous thing.

But Gin Ichimaru was always able to withstand the pressure, using a smiling expression to cover up all the uneasiness.

Without this ability, he would not have been able to lurk beside Aizen for so many years.

"Hehe, let's go down."

Aizen smiled, did not continue the conversation, and chose to see off the guest.

"Well," Ichimaru Gin turned around, walked to the door, and just stepped out with one foot.

"silver."

Lan Ran called out to him, "Be careful recently, it's not safe here, if you take a wrong step, you may die."

"It's terrifying."

Ichimaru Gin smiled, knowing that Urahara's strategy of feigning death could not be hidden from Aizen, but the next step is really unpredictable.

He only understood that Baishi sneaked into the temple of the gods, which meant that the day of the general attack was not far away.

(End of this chapter)