In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"A jealous woman is terrible."

When the words came out, the seemingly innocent girl still had a gentle smile on her face.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't know what a jealous woman looked like.

Anyway, this guy Bayunzhai is really scary.

"Cough cough."

Even Yan Yuanjinle seemed to have grown tired of seeing Saito the only one injured. He stepped forward and calmly warned, "Saito! Now, please take Makoto to the back."

"The enemy is approaching."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the other side of the sky.

"what?"

"I'm here to kill someone!"

Although Saito said this, his eyes subconsciously glanced in the direction of Shikatori Bakunsai who seemed to be "ready to make a move" not far away.

So the girl agreed in a low voice again.

"But there's nothing we can do about it."

"Really... it's so troublesome."

Just as Miss Saito was complaining like this.

In the distant sky, a vast black fog has emerged.

Bylergan stood at the forefront of all the Great Voids, overlooking the few Death Gods in the pale desert, his voice old and hoarse.

"how?"

"Are you the only ones left here to die?"

Yan Yuanjinle slowly drew out the sword from his waist, pointed it at the King of Hueco Mundo in the sky, and said calmly:

"I am the captain of the third division of the Gotei 13, Iwahara Kinraku."

"Waiting for your advice."

Shikatori Bayunsai smiled and spun the shallow sword in his hand, transforming it into a naginata, and said in a cold tone:

"Leave the trash to me."

"You're really quite arrogant."

Bylergan chuckled and said, "In that case, let the king teach you."

"About the difference in strength."

Chapter 112: For the Balance of the Three Realms

The moment Bylergan finished speaking.

Without any instructions or orders from anyone, all the Yachukas following him seemed to be impatient to charge towards Yan Yuanjinle.

Waves of shrill roars gathered into waves, forming a piercing roar.

"Roar--"

Yan Yuanjinle still stood there quietly.

Lu Quba Yunzhai, with a cold face, moved slightly and stepped forward with his spear.

"Kulikara is sorrowful and distressed."

The next moment, her slender figure suddenly accelerated and disappeared from the spot like a phantom.

When he appeared again, it seemed as if there was a shadow of Shikatari Bakunsai in front of all the Achukas who were rushing in the front. The naginata swung across the air, cut through the blazing white waves, broke through the air with a sharp sound, and easily penetrated the masks of all the Achukas.

All that remained in my ears was the crisp and dense sound of bone masks breaking.

The sounds among the Yachukas changed from fury to piercing wail.

However, neither Bailegang nor Yan Yuanjinle showed any intention of even looking at them.

Almost the moment their eyes met, both sides had already determined each other's strength.

After just a brief pause, Yan Yuanjinle's figure suddenly flashed.

"Qianglang——"

The shallow strike and the pitch-black axe blade collided with each other, exploding golden sparks in the air.

A huge force holding each other.

Whether it is the captain level or the Vastod, all of them have been separated from the level of Yachukas.

“Terrible, terrible…”

Yan Yuanjinle continued to increase the strength in his hands, his voice sounding a little frivolous: "Is this the strength of the King of Hueco Mundo?"

"Or...is this just your self-proclaimed name?"

"madness."

Bylergan's voice was cold.

The moment the words fell, the blades of both sides crossed, pulling and sliding against each other with a harsh sound of metal friction, making a series of crackling sounds.

Yan Yuanjinle reversed the blade in his hand, and at the moment of missing the axe blade, he leaned forward, twisting the blade in his hand, and continued to move forward along the handle of the slender axe, cutting straight into Bylergan's pure white bony fingers.

Shockingly fast.

However, Bylergan suddenly let go of his hand.

Yan Yuanjinle's eyes paused slightly.

The moment Bylergan let go, he noticed the pitch-black chains extending from Bylergan's cuffs.

The iron chain wrapped around the axe handle, pulling the axe to swing the moment he let go, accompanied by a harsh wind.

"clang--"

The axe blade collided with the back of the knife, making a dull sound.

Under the huge impact, Yan Yuanjinle's body rolled and flew away.

Bylergan looked down from above, extending a pale bony finger.

"Flash! Thirteenth Company!"

The moment he opened his mouth, dozens of dark red flashes formed behind him at the same time, creating ripples like water waves like an infinite wall of swords.

Immediately afterwards, they all flew towards Yan Yuanjinle.

"Oh my... this is incredible."

Yan Yuanjinle barely managed to steady himself and turned the blade in his hand.

His eyes were filled with solemnity.

"Fuboyuan, Mount Xumi."

A pitch-black hole opened up in front of him.

Dozens of flashes fell like raindrops, but in the end, only the few that deviated hit the ground, raising astonishing waves of dust.

The rest were all silently submerged in the depths of the gloomy black hole.

The dark fire within Bylergan's eye sockets dimmed slightly.

"The ability of spatial attributes..."

"This is really rare."

Yan Yuanjinle said calmly, "I used to think so too."

"If I hadn't been shattered by Genryusai's single blow, I would probably have continued to be proud of myself under the name 'Nothing Can Break'."

"After seeing so much, I don't think I'm special anymore."

Bailegang chuckled softly and said, "A talent like you would be better off serving under me."

"If you are willing, I am willing to forgive your previous sin of disrespect."

"That won't do, Lord Byakugan." Yan Yuanjinle's smile became more sincere. "With your current level, you can't stop Yuan Liusai's sword."

"Oh?"

Bailegang became interested after hearing this: "Come to think of it, the 'Genryuzai' you mentioned is quite a character, to be able to convince a strong man like you to join his army."

"Is he strong?"

Having owned the Hueco Mundo for tens of thousands of years, Bylergan Ruisenbang's vision can be said to be broad.

During this long period of time, he has already seen countless so-called strong people.

However, in all these long years, he has never seen anyone who can defeat him.

In a sense, he is also equivalent to 'Genryusai' of Hueco Mundo.

It’s just that the strength of the two is not on the same level.

Hearing this ignorant question, Yan Yuanjinle's face paused at first, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he let out a low "hehe" chuckle.

Bylergan was not in a hurry, but just waited quietly.

Until the end, Yan Yuanjinle pointed a finger at him and said kindly:

"One knife."

The dark fire in Bylergan's eyes trembled, as if he had been insulted.

Yan Yuanjinle still smiled and emphasized:

"If he wants to kill you, he only needs one knife."

"A fellow like you is not even worthy of being compared to Yuan Liusai."

"That's all I need."

His calm tone was filled with unparalleled pride and arrogance.

Genryusai is such a person.

When they are enemies, they make people angry and afraid.

But when it comes to being one of us, it is always the most reassuring trump card.

Yan Yuanjinle knew this a long time ago.

I have been defeated by him.

"...Really?"

Bylergan's voice was deep, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

Along with his heavy breathing, dark mist slowly spread out from his body in all directions.

"How arrogant, Death?"

The moment he felt the black mist, Yan Yuanjinle seemed to have realized something and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

When Bylergan's voice stopped, the black axe in his hand suddenly pointed forward.

"Breath of Death!"

The black mist continued to spread forward.

Yan Yuanjinle didn't take it seriously at first.

Until, vast stretches of pale desert suddenly decayed, and the small decomposers lurking among the sand wailed and turned into ashes.

The eyes behind the glasses suddenly became serious.

He drew a line horizontally in front of him.

"Fuboyuan, Farewell to Tianjin."