In Soul Society, love and bond begin

From the depths of the invisible space, there came a crisp sound of metal clashing.

The next moment, Aizen's figure was suddenly squeezed out from dozens of meters behind.

He looked like a madman ready to fight for his life, but he was actually trying to escape.

"Jump over it, Tianyudu!"

As soon as he showed up, Aizen, with a look of panic, swung his sword into the air again.

The figure flashed between reality and illusion for a moment, then immediately crossed a distance of dozens of meters and appeared on the other side.

"Hey!"

"That's really despicable of you, you bastard."

However, a petite figure appeared beside him in the shadows.

Aizen suddenly turned his head to the side.

The wind whistled as the dark purple blade brushed past her hair, tearing a pure white arc of shockwave in mid-air.

The delicate knife marks were close to the cheek, leaving a small scarlet wound.

Faintly, there were drops of blood sticking to the edge of the blade.

Aizen's heart skipped a beat.

A malicious smile appeared on Saito's immortal face.

Blood seeped into the blade.

"?!"

The next moment, Saito saw the Blood Hunting Palace in his hand slashing forward fiercely.

The flying blood suddenly flew down Aizen's cheek. The originally small wound was suddenly broken by the blood flow, leaving a scattered track in the air.

Not only that.

Aizen could clearly feel that the blood in his body was flowing uncontrollably towards his head.

He glanced at the people standing in the distance and became furious.

It was impossible to escape from the encirclement formed by these people head-on.

Therefore, at least one of the weakest ones must be captured as a hostage.

The thought in his mind flashed by like lightning, and his pupils were instantly locked on Saito Bakugoushi.

He held the knife in both hands and swung it down at her.

"Die!"

However, facing that all-out strike, Saito only raised the blade with one hand.

There was a ding.

Aizen's expression froze.

Close to him, the corners of Saito's immortal lips curled up in disdain.

The blade in his hand slowly moved in front of him.

"Your Zanpakutō's ability is space-based, right?"

"How dare you hold back in front of me?"

Saito's voice was low and even a little cold, his single eye flashed with scarlet murderous intent, and the veins on the back of his hand were tense.

"Stop looking down on people!"

Suddenly, she raised her hand, and a storm arose.

Aizen, who was holding a sword in both hands, couldn't help but raise the blade in his hand. His whole body staggered back several steps with the sword, and it seemed that the weight of his whole body was about to be lifted away.

There was a hint of incomprehensible astonishment in the look he gave Saito.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly turned firm.

His body immediately retreated several meters due to this force, half-crouching on the ground, punching his chest with one hand.

With just this one punch, dark red hollow power continuously gushed out of his body, and the pitch-black Death Armor also rose with this huge amount of spiritual pressure, constantly flying and tearing.

He revealed a muscular body similar to Takasugi's, with a mask embedded in his chest.

Slowly, the white bone mask covered the face.

Unlike him, even after his entire body turned into hollowness, Aizen still maintained a fairly clear mind.

Only a pair of eyes turned black and yellow, full of wildness.

"Hollow Form Release!"

In just a moment, the spiritual pressure in Aizen's body increased several times.

This is also the reason why he dared to make the decision to capture a captain as a hostage.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Saito frowned.

The Blood Hunting Palace in his hand was swung out again.

Before he could react, Aizen's eyes widened under his mask.

"boom--"

Just this seemingly easy strike caused the entire left half of Aizen in front of him to explode, splashing out a scarlet blood mist.

Seeing this, Saito breathed a sigh of relief:

"What? He's so much weaker than that guy just now."

"Bastard!"

Aizen lay prostrate on the ground, the wounds on his body rapidly healing under his super-fast regeneration ability. He slowly supported his body and gritted his teeth:

"I am the only successful creation of Lord Sar Apollo!"

"just me!"

"Don't lump me in with that failure just now!"

Although he remained rational, a hint of wild animal-like restlessness could still be heard in his voice.

The moment he finished speaking, he shot out towards Saito like an arrow.

"boom--"

A large cloud of dust appeared behind him.

However, Saito just sneered in disdain.

The blade swung down again.

Aizen, who was in the middle of a super-high-speed charge, suddenly felt his feet slipping away, and the part of his left leg from the knee down disappeared under the collision of blood and high speed.

The center of gravity suddenly shifted.

But along with his physical fitness, his reaction speed also improved.

Just that moment of pause was enough for him to react.

His claw-like left hand pressed and pushed on the ground, and his body curled up and rolled along the ground.

Cross the last distance.

Rushed to within three meters of Saito!

The blade in the other hand slashed down.

"clang!"

However, Saito stood there, still holding the sword in one hand.

Take this blow steadily.

Even the blade didn't move at all.

Aizen's pupils under the mask suddenly contracted.

how come?

The thought flashed through his mind.

But the next moment, he reacted immediately, and his figure suddenly turned into a shadow.

The knife in Saito's hand flashed through the air, but there was nothing.

However, even though he had already hidden deep in the space, at the moment the blade fell.

"puff!"

A long, diagonal wound appeared on Aizen's side again.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

His figure suddenly withdrew from the space.

Saito Furuobushi stood still, his Zanpakutō slung over his shoulder. He looked at him with a smirk and said sarcastically, "For a space-type like you, this should be difficult, right?"

"My Blood Hunting Palace has the ability to control blood."

"If your trump card is only this strong, you can't escape."

Aizen looked at his wounds that were constantly healing, feeling the pain rising, and struggled to support his body and said:

"The power that Lord Sar Apollo has bestowed upon me... is absolute!"

"How could someone of your level possibly understand..."

Fujimiya Makoto, who was standing in the distance, was stunned when he heard this.

Sal Apollo?

Ah, that guy.

He was clearly chopped to pieces, not even a digit was left, yet he's still alive?

What a tenacious vitality.

Saito had no recollection of the Vastold he had chopped down centuries ago. He listened to the man's loser-like speech and said with disdain:

"You're the one who doesn't understand."

But before she could pick up the knife.

Aizen raised his hand suddenly and shouted:

"Block it! Tianyu Ferry!"

In an instant, it was in the center of everyone's vision.

The space domain that originally blocked the entire world shrank at a high speed in an extremely short moment until it collapsed to a radius of one kilometer centered on Aizen City.

In various places in the world, the spiritual particle formations that had been arranged long ago shattered in a series of explosions, and the spiritual light also dimmed.

The barrier that had been set up long in advance to block and interfere with the real world was gone.

Matching this was a powerful spatial blockade that suddenly froze everyone present in place.

Everyone's movements froze.

Saito Bakuto, who was facing this high-density spirit particle barrier, was frozen in place.

The blade that was about to chop down also froze.

Looking at everyone frozen in place, Aizen breathed a sigh of relief before saying coldly, "So, you old fogies just can't understand."

"Lord Sar Apollo, what kind of power did you give me?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the girl in front of him and raised the blade in his hand.

It slid down towards the fragile and slender neck.

However, he didn't realize it.

"Om."