"Who did I think was making a fuss outside Xuye Palace? It turned out to be two females!" The giant crescent scythe stood on the sand, and the arrogant voice made Nilu, who was lying behind Francis, tremble slightly. {▲◎}
"Nnoitra" Nilu murmured, stunned, her whole body pressed against Francis' back.
"Nellie and you Francis, the people you want to kill are all here, so it saves trouble!" Nnoitra stuck out his tongue and licked it, revealing his ten-blade number 5!
"It's so murderous. Why aren't you afraid that Aizen will blame you?" Being overwhelmed by Nilu, Francis relaxed his hands on his shoulders. Nnoitra's murderous intent was no joke, Francis could feel that he was really murderous.
"Hahaha Only those who are weak will be restrained. I am not afraid to tell you that Aizen-sama has left Xuye Palace, and no one will come to save you now." Neutra was holding a large scythe, and his Zanpakut身 had a strange shape. , like Francis, preferred long weapons.
"Kill me you are uttering arrogance. Aizen is not here, you should hide in your palace!" Francis slowly drew out his Zanpakut身. Nnoitra was his second side mission, and he originally wanted to give it to Ni. It's obvious, but now that Aizen has passed away to this world, Francis doesn't want to stay and waste time.
"Redeem him, Angel of Light!!"
The two-meter-long golden Zanpakuto appeared again. Nilu was blown away by the huge spiritual pressure spread out from Francis, and the two subordinate officers who had recovered their strength were also blown away by the spiritual pressure.
"It's ridiculous. As a female, you are worthy of having such strength of spiritual pressure!" Neutra's expression changed, but she soon turned dismissive out of confidence. He picked up the giant scythe, exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards Francis.
"Just like thisdie!!" Nnoitra threw the double-moon scythe like a death mark, pulled out the chain and waved it in the air, and finally saw the right moment and chopped it down at Francis in the air.
Ding! ! !
Under the shocked gazes of Nnoitra and Nelu, Francis did not dodge or even defend himself. When the Crescent Scythe, which was as sharp as iron as clay, struck Francis' neck, the edge of the knife was curled It was a virtual steel skin!
"What?" Neutra was shocked. He was confident that the Zanpakut身 could cut off the attack just now. The level of steel skin is too exaggerated
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you! Because I don't have any talent for Hibiki, and I'm not very good at using virtual bullets, and owning this Zanpakut身 doesn't require super-speed regeneration so I concentrated all the remaining spiritual pressure on It's broken on this body's muscles and bones. You can't cut it open!" Touching his neck, which was hurt by the strong impact, Francis grinned and disappeared instantly. As he said, he couldn't turn around. This was A speed exceeding that of ordinary ten blades.
"Pray, Holy Crying Mantis!!!"
Knowing that he could not resist the sharp sword, Nnoitra returned to the sword at the last moment and released his Zanpakut身. After liberation, his appearance resembles a four-armed Asura, with asymmetrical crescent-shaped horns on both sides of his head. Just like the Zanpakut身 name, each of his four arms holds a large sickle in the shape of a mantis arm, which is very suitable for frontal combat.
Ding〞〞
The golden sword and the four scythes met. Nnoitra's strength was already very strong, and it became even more extraordinary after returning to the sword. Francis's natural strength actually had a tendency to be suppressed. A long knife was held against four sickles. Neutra curled up the corners of his mouth, and swung out two black shadows under his ribs, and the crossed black lights strangled and pounced on Francis.
Whoosh! ! !
Two hands grew out of his ribs again. Each of Nnoitra's six arms held a sickle, and his ferocious fighting posture made people dare not look directly at him. If he had only one opponent, he would never be able to escape the fate of being torn apart by a sickle.
"What's wrong, running so fast, doesn't it mean that I can't cut through your steel skin?" Nnoitra put a sickle on his shoulder, his single eye full of fighting passion and naked fighting spirit. , does not contain any impurities.
"Six hands what a troublesome battle!" Francis held the Zanpakut身 in one hand, pointed his left index finger at Nnoitra's chest, and grinned. After returning to the sword, his false flash was unmatched by anyone.
※Virtual flash〞〞〞〞〞〞§
The moment the golden beam of light, as thin as an index finger, left Francis's finger, it reached beyond the horizon and disappeared with a despairing light. Along the way, it passed through a finger-width hole. Even Nnoitra's most confident steel skin was penetrated by a black hole
"flutter〞〞"
He spat out a mouthful of turbid blood, and the black hole on his chest seemed to have been burned with a soldering iron. The temperature was hotter than the flames, and Neutra smelled a burnt smell. High temperature is like the tarsal bone??〞〞〞〞〞〞
Brutal spiritual pressure instantly filled the entire battlefield, focusing everyone's attention on Francis. The surging spiritual pressure is like ocean waves, one after another. Under the golden light, the holy spiritual pressure is like the savior guiding people on the way forward. Solemn, solemn, and full of justice! !
"Then the spiritual pressure turned out to be Hollow!? What Arrancar is he in?" Kyoraku Shunsui, who was fighting with Stark, changed his expression and asked Stark.
"Why do I have to tell youTrouble, he is not the Ten Blades, his number is 57!" Stark said dejectedly, feeling secretly shocked when he felt Francis's spiritual pressure.
"It's him" Toshiro clenched the Hy身rinmaru in his hand. It was that guy Captain Zaraki took the initiative to go to Hueco Mundo for him. It seemed like he was going to be disappointed!