Iwamoto watched the two black shadows fall with his own eyes, and his sight was instantly obscured by the smoke and dust that swept up.
The violent shock wave instantly destroyed the Spirit Arts Academy building nearby, and thick smoke and dust rose hundreds of meters high.
Iwamoto felt like a fallen leaf in the strong wind, being blown backwards dozens of meters by the rapid airflow, and hit hard against a house that had not completely collapsed before stopping.
"Pfft..."
Even though he had Captain-level spiritual pressure, he still vomited blood under such a violent impact.
"What kind of monster is this... it's so terrifying..." Iwamoto was shocked and confused. He staggered to support his body, holding on to the broken wall next to him, and barely stood up.
In front of us, the place that was originally the square in front of the Spirit Arts Academy, where the elite army originally stood, has turned into a large pit in the shape of a palm.
Stumped limbs and broken arms are scattered all around the large pit. If you look carefully, some of them are torn apart, while some of the broken limbs have very smooth cross-sections.
As if cut by a sharp knife...
Iwamoto suddenly felt a panicky feeling in his heart.
Run! Run away!
However, a burst of pressure from the depths of his soul has made him unable to move!
He suppressed the trembling in his body and turned around, only to find that the black palm with the strange single eye had come behind him at some point.
The palms of his hands stood quietly in the air, and he looked at him without any emotion.
"I..." Iwamoto didn't know what the other party was going to do, and didn't dare to make any move.
That one eye seemed to be able to see through his heart.
However, after a long while, the strange right hand still made no movement.
"Perhaps, this black hand is not my enemy?" Iwamoto thought to himself, quietly taking a step back.
The black hand made no move.
Iwamoto felt a little relieved and thought to himself, "This thing is so weird, is it some kind of secret weapon of Seireitei? But it doesn't attack me. Strange..."
After initially confirming that the other party would really not harm him, he glanced at the sky with some anxiety. In the east, the sky gradually lit up, and a new morning was about to come.
The time for the main force to leave for Seireitei is getting closer and closer.
His heart skipped a beat and he took a big step back again.
The black hand has no action, safe.
"It seems that it is indeed not hostile to me. I have to go to White Way Gate as soon as possible."
Iwamoto wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and prepared to leave.
Just as he turned around, a figure burning with black flames suddenly appeared in front of him.
Iwamoto's pupils dilated instantly.
There was no warning, no sound, no fluctuation of spiritual pressure, it just flashed directly in front of him.
The long knife burning with black flames chopped down his head and face. The huge pressure made Iwamoto feel a little difficult to breathe!
Facing the blade getting closer and closer, he subconsciously closed his eyes.
"I can't move my body, I can't hide..." He only had time to think of this thought.
"Bang!" A loud noise sounded in front of him. The violent vibration made Iwamoto feel that his internal organs were resonating with it.
He subconsciously opened his eyes and found that the black hand behind him had moved at some point. With one palm, the black fire figure flew dozens of meters and fell into the huge hand-shaped pit.
The next moment, a figure quietly jumped out and stood on the edge of the pit.
Iwamoto Only then did he suppress his racing heart and dare to take a closer look at the other party's appearance.
Only one of the original two swords was left now. Part of the black flames that originally covered his body had been extinguished, revealing the inside.
The extinguished part is half of the face. The eyes are closed and the face is expressionless, as if sleeping, the right side of the face.
Part of the white hair fell down, but was not affected by the black flames at all, hanging quietly towards the ground.
It's Lin Nan.
Iwamoto had some suspicions in his mind, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was still very shocked.
"Sure enough, it's him! How could it be possible?!"
Why has this guy's spiritual pressure changed so drastically? Although his spiritual pressure is not particularly strong now, the aura he emits is completely inconsistent with what it was just now!
And it feels a bit familiar.
Lin Nan closed his eyes tightly and jumped towards Iwamoto again. The gravel and rubble under his feet raised high smoke and dust under the huge reaction force.
The long knife burning with black fire came slashing again.
Iwamoto pursed his lips tightly, frowned, and raised the long knife in his hand with force, but his limbs seemed to no longer obey the command. The long knife trembled, but it was difficult to keep it steady.
Seeing Lin Nan getting closer and closer.
At this time, another black shadow appeared from above the head again. The black hand grabbed Lin Nan in mid-air and clenched his fist hard, as if to crush him in mid-air.
However, upon closer inspection, the figure in the black hand gradually disappeared.
Afterimage!
Iwamoto was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he saw this, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
He subconsciously turned his eyes and met the eyes of Lin Nan who appeared beside him.
Lin Nan's own eyes were closed tightly, but the part wrapped in black flames, the eyes that were like burning flames, were staring at him.
Iwamoto felt a cold air rising from the soles of his feet to the sky. He waved Zanpakuto subconsciously and muttered, "Soul Art·Viewing Flowers Through Mist!"
The distance was too close, and the trembling feeling coming from his soul made him very reluctant to fight head-on with his opponent.
A light red light flashed.
This is "Viewing Flowers Through Mist" strengthened by Captain-level's spiritual pressure. Just being caught in this light red light is enough to make Captain-level's enemies fall into hallucinations.
At the same time, the enemy will enter a deep hypnotic state, not only unable to cause any harm to him, but also becoming his puppet to assist him in attacking.
However, Lin Nan, who was shrouded in black flames, was not affected at all. The flames in his left eye twitched slightly, and a strange feeling instantly enveloped Iwamoto.
"My...Soul Art...?" He was stunned, "Is it malfunctioning?"
He could feel that his connection with Soul Art was still there, but the power itself could not be activated.
Deep in his soul, the light red mass that symbolized the power of Soul Art was quietly huddled in the corner, showing no response to his drive.
"What... is going on?" Iwamoto's eyes widened in shock, and the figure of Lin Nan slashing down with a knife was reflected in his pupils.
The long knife burning with black flames, without any resistance, struck straight at Iwamoto's head!
At the critical moment, the black hand attacked from behind again, turned his palm into a fist, and smashed into Lin Nan's body!
Lin Nan Closed his eyes tightly, the power of the sword in his right hand did not decrease, his left hand suddenly raised, and he pressed his palm against the huge black palm!
Iwamoto didn't hear any impact. Even before he realized it, he had been hit by Lin Nan.
Fortunately, the knife avoided the neck and hit the shoulder.
First, because Iwamoto subconsciously raised the knife before, taking away part of the force, which also caused the direction of the slash to be slightly deflected;
The second reason was that the black hand collided with Lin Nan's palm. The violent impact force pushed Lin Nan's body a few centimeters backward, and the chopped knife also moved slightly backward.
Iwamoto Before he had time to rejoice in his heart that he had saved his life, he was blown away again by the shock wave generated by the impact.
Lin Nan's body remained upright despite the violent impact, and all the black flames on his left hand disintegrated, revealing the tattered sleeves of the hospital uniform underneath.
The two black shadows were stagnant in place.
Iwamoto flew backwards and rolled twice on the ground before stopping. He covered the wound that almost penetrated his chest with his left hand, half-kneeling on the ground, and took advantage of the stalemate between the two parties to carefully observe Lin Nan's body.
He always felt that the spiritual pressure emanating from Lin Nan was very familiar to him.
With the increasingly brighter skylight, he finally saw clearly.
The black on Lin Nan is different from the color on the black hand. It is not pure black, but exudes a faint blue color on the basis of black.
Just like...
Just like "Black Coffin".
Suddenly, the figure of Lin Nan exerted force again, pushed the black hand away, and then disappeared from the place.
Blackhand also reacted instantly, turned in another direction, and blocked Lin Nan's path. The sounds of fighting, shock waves and spiritual pressure vibrations caused by the impact kept coming from mid-air.
Although Iwamoto is already Captain-level spiritual pressure at this moment, I still feel trembling amid the vibration and loud noise.
A sentence appeared in his mind for no reason. "When elephants fight, it is difficult to control not to trample ants to death."
Now, I feel like I am the ant watching the elephant fight.
Suddenly, Lin Nan stabbed the black hand back more than ten meters, and then the figure suddenly disappeared.
Iwamoto was startled in his heart, like a rabbit that saw a tiger flying towards itself and instinctively jumped into the air, intending to escape from the place.
However, as if he had predicted his movements, Lin Nan, covered in black flames, flashed in front of him the next moment, blocking his way.
Iwamoto just felt suffocated.
Lin Nan slashed out with the knife in his right hand. The blade split the air and struck Iwamoto, causing a sonic boom in an instant.
"Ding-bang!" The crisp cracking sound just sounded, and was immediately covered by an even more intense sonic boom.
A half-moon shaped sonic boom cloud immediately appeared on the trajectory of his sword swing!
Iwamoto's blade broke, and his body flew straight backwards. An obvious line of blood shot out from his wound, and his whole body fell into the depths of Seireitei like a kite with its string cut off without any reaction.
"Crack!" The broken half of the blade fell straight down and was stuck in the open space of the ruins.