"Hadō Thirty-one·Sekihō"
Aizen started to move towards He-El again, stretching out his fingertips as he walked, Hadō-31·Sekihō burst out from his fingertips.
The stagnant and balanced space between heaven and earth was suddenly broken, as if it was penetrated by a torrent of red energy with a diameter of five meters. The scorching heat and fiery red magnificence showed the temperature and lethality of this torrent.
The turf on the ground underneath was overturned, the heat was scorching, the land was burned into molten lava, and the sand crystallized. Hadō-31·Sekihō was used by Aizen, like a battleship energy cannon, breaking through the peace between heaven and earth, and shot in front of He-El in an instant.
He-El The three-kilometer dark sphere behind split into a dark space, blocking his way in layers.
The thirty-one Hadō·Sekihō emitted by Aizen shot directly into the dark space in front of He-El. The powerful Reiatsu and energy twisted the edge of the dark space that appeared for the first time, causing the weightless bends of the dark Spatial Channel to begin to tremble, as if cracked porcelain was about to break.
The next moment, the dark space was restored to its original state under the control of He-El. According to the thirty-one Hadō·Sekihō it endured, a more solid and force-bearing structure was arranged.
In addition, another crack in the dark space suddenly appeared on the side of He-El, from which a torrent of Hadō-31·Sekihō energy shot out like a giant cannon.
This was also Aizen's shot of Hadō No. 31·Sekihō. It just entered the dark space, turned a corner, and then flew back in the direction of Aizen.
"Exquisite technique."
Aizen watched the Hadō No. 31·Sekihō that he had sent come back intact, smiled slightly, and Shunpo disappeared, already coming to He-El's side.
'Boom'
Hadō No. 31·Sekihō shot on the grass, erupting with a huge noise, and a deep pit with a diameter of more than fifty meters was blasted out. Red heat and flames kept rising. Flames and flames were rising from the edges of the pit. The fire began to burn in the forest and spread to the dead leaves on the ground.
At the moment when Sekihō exploded, Aizen appeared next to He-El. The flames of the explosion reflected the outline of his face, and his black-rimmed glasses reflected the red explosion light. His knife-wielding hand slashed at He-El without hesitation.
Zanpakuto directly slashed through He-El's figure and slashed into his phantom.
Aizen looked normal and was still smiling.
If He-El was hacked to death by him in the first place, then he would be disappointed.
Now it is normal to cut on the ghost of He-El.
"My real body is no longer here since I sat on the dark metal seat." Old God He-El calmly looked at Aizen and his Zanpakuto who were close at hand.
"I know." Aizen smiled, "It's in the multi-layered space built in your Zanpakuto, but I want to tell you... Bleach's battle has always been Reiatsu's battle."
Aizen chuckled, and his body suddenly erupted with a huge Reiatsu. The air exploded with a huge sound, and Reiatsu turned into a substantial impact force, shaking the surroundings. The three-kilometer huge dark ball was directly shattered, as if shattered into dust, and disappeared at this location.
The Hell Gate in the sky seemed to be shaken heavily, and the sky and the earth were pale. It seemed to be shaken by the huge Reiatsu of Aizen. The crack in the door that was slowly opening paused slightly before it opened heavily again.
The He-El phantom sitting on the dark metal seat could not withstand such intense Reiatsu pressure. It shattered like glass. The layers of space, layer upon layer, shimmered and shattered continuously.
With his absolute Reiatsu strength, he shattered all nearby He-El space layers.
He-El The figure sitting on the dark metal seat appeared not far away twenty meters away.
The figure of Aizen stepped on Shunpo, and instantly appeared next to He-El again, holding Zanpakuto with a smile, and chopped it down again.
The ending is the same again.
Aizen's Zanpakuto was chopped into the body of He-El's phantom.
"For you, is it easier to destroy than to create?" He-El said lightly. He moved his body, tilted his neck slightly, rested his right elbow on the armrest, and put his fingertips on his cheek, looking at Aizen as if he was bored.
"Oh." Aizen raised his eyebrows slightly.
He did not expect that the pure pressure of Reiatsu would not shatter the space layer composed of such a weak Reiatsu like He-El.
He indeed shattered many nearby space layers.
The many space layers built by He-El are very easy to be shattered when faced with Aizen based on its own Reiatsu.
However, the destruction speed of Aizen shattered by Reiatsu cannot keep up with the recovery of He-El, and the space is adaptively transformed to increase the pressure-resistant arrangement of Aizen's Reiatsu.
Huan Ranzhi and Aizen can't recover or create new space as fast as He-El. If that's the case, then the true identity of He-El will never be found.
"It seems that the skills you used on Reishi are also present after Shikai, and you have a deeper understanding and construction of the spatial structure following my attack."
Aizen acted as if nothing had happened, and reminded him, saying:
"Next, do you want to escape? Escape from this area that I control. Otherwise, you will be found by me and killed with one sword."
"Death doesn't matter to me. I have already got what I want. Come and try, Aizen, use your wisdom and ability to kill me," He-El sat on the dark steel seat, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said:
"Please note that every attack or test you make will make me think, improve, and build skills for you. Until you no longer have new skills and can no longer demonstrate your abilities, that is when you will be completely defeated."
"It's really scary..."
Aizen sighed and waved his Zanpakuto.
Never before has Reiatsu been so weak, unable to harm his own existence, and made himself feel so troublesome and troublesome.
But the smile that twitched at the corner of Aizen's mouth seemed to have seen something challenging, and he laughed. His outstretched fingertips pointed toward the sky, and the sight in the black-rimmed glasses had a kind of arrogance and wantonness:
"Aren't you going to run away? Indeed, how can people like you and me run away in embarrassment?"
The pupils in his black-framed glasses carried a wanton and crazy smile, a heavy and magnetic tone, and an inexplicable regular chant came from his mouth:
"The turbid coat of arms is faintly revealed, the unruly and arrogant talent; the surge, denial, paralysis, moment, hindering eternal sleep.
The crawling steel princess, the clay doll that keeps mutilating itself, combine, rebound, and extend to the ground, know your own powerlessness!
Hadō of ninety·Black Coffin!"