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"What I mean is very simple. I will only let one of you two survive, but who survives depends on you."

Yhwach said slowly.

"You mean to let the two of us kill each other?"

Ling Feng frowned and said aloud.

"Yes, as long as your hands are stained with the blood of your teammates, then I will completely trust you. Go ahead and kill the other party, and then accept the supreme power I give you."

Yhwach said loudly.

"But, I refuse."

Ling Feng looked at Yohabach and said directly.

"You don't even have a beating heart. What's sitting here is just a corpse that can talk. There is absolutely no spiritual power in the body. So why do you think I will listen to you?"

Ling Feng looked at Yhwach, shook his head, and spoke directly.

That's right, Yohabach, who was sitting on the throne at this time, had no heartbeat at all. According to Ling Feng's perception, there was no trace of spiritual power in his body.

It could be said that what was in front of Ling Feng and Aizen at this time was just a corpse that was powerless.

Any god of death can kill Yhwach.

"You too?"

Yhwach asked Aizen.

Aizen didn't speak, his eyes glared fiercely.

"I gave you a chance, but you chose death."

Yhwach shook his head and waved his hand.

At this time, a lot of guys wearing white clothes suddenly appeared around.

This group of Quincy are Yhwach's men.

The Quincy looked at Ling Feng and Aizen standing in front of them, walked up directly, and gradually surrounded Ling Feng and Aizen.

"Let me ask you one last time, do you really not want to accept my power?"

Yhwach sat on the chair and said aloud.

But Ling Feng ignored him and turned to look at Aizen beside him.

"Are you sure?"

Ling Feng asked aloud.

"Um."

Aizen nodded deeply.

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Chapter 354: Kneel down and worship

"Then let them see how powerful you are."

Ling Feng patted Aizen on the shoulder and said aloud.

"Let's see how powerful that little girl is? Death, are you sure you're not kidding?"

"This kind of girl? I can kill her with one hand."

As soon as Ling Feng's voice fell, all kinds of disdainful voices came from the Quincy.

In their eyes, only Lingfeng, the third seat, can compete with them, and Aizen, the little girl who looks ordinary?

They won't take it to heart at all.

"They are dismissive of you. What does that mean?"

Ling Feng looked at Lan Ran beside him and said loudly.

"This means I'm not strong enough."

Aizen looked at the Quincy around him indifferently and said slowly.

Because of their respective identities, Aizen was originally unhappy with this group of Quincy.

But now these Quincy's words have completely angered Aizen.

"That's right, you didn't show your great strength, that's why they disdain you."

As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, a powerful spiritual pressure burst out from his body.

This spiritual pressure tightly oppressed everyone except Aizen.

"What!"

"This power."

"What kind of spiritual pressure is this!"

The Quincys are constantly gathering spiritual pressure in their bodies, trying to use the spiritual pressure in their bodies to resist the pressure from Lingfeng's spiritual pressure.

But their resistance was ineffective.

Ling Feng's spiritual pressure was like a big mountain, pressing down on them.

Their legs bent involuntarily, causing the blood in their bodies to continuously gather downwards.

"Why am I confused?"

"my body!"

The Quincys felt the strangeness coming from their bodies and spoke one after another.

"You are indeed qualified to refuse me."

At this time, Yhwach, who was still sitting on the throne, spoke.

"Hasward, take his life."

Yhwach issued an order to the only Quincy standing on the ground at this time.

"Your Majesty, I will bring you victory."

Hasward bowed slightly to Yhwach, then stared intently at Ling Feng and Aizen who were standing there.

"Lord Hasward, please kill them."

Some of the Quincy raised their heads with great effort at this time and said to Hasward.

Hasward looked coldly at the Quincy kneeling on the ground and said nothing.

He did not consider the Quincy who knelt down to Ling Feng to be his companions.

Maybe after solving Ling Feng and Aizen, he will clean the Wuxin Empire.

At this time, because of their spiritual pressure, the Quincy on the field fell to their knees on the ground. Also because the blood in their bodies was constantly gathering downwards, they were banging their heads in order to avoid lack of oxygen in their brains. on the ground.

At this time, their postures were the same as kneeling before Ling Feng and Aizen.

"You can begin your performance."

Lingfeng looked at Hasward who was slowly walking towards him, and said to Aizen next to him.

At the same time, he also directly withdrew his spiritual pressure.

The Quincy felt the invisible pressure from their bodies suddenly disappear, and hurriedly stood up from the ground.

Those eyes filled with anger stared at Ling Feng and Aizen.

At this moment, they wished they could go up and tear Ling Feng and Aizen into pieces.

But because of Yhwach's order, they could only stand there and look at the two Ling Feng in front of them.

"Break it, Jing Hua Shui Yue!"

Aizen held his Zanpakutō in his right hand, with the tip of the knife facing down, and spoke slowly.

In an instant, in everyone's field of vision, several cracks like broken glass appeared behind Aizen, and then disappeared directly.

"Did that little girl free the Zanpakutō? Why does it look like she didn't?"

"Is it just this little power? He is no match for Lord Hasward."

"It's just that it's not as stressful as the man before."

"Lord Hasward, tear them all to pieces."

"Lord Hasward, they have disrespected His Majesty, it is time to punish them."

The Quincy looked at the Zanpakutō in Aizen's hand and started talking.

It's just that their discussions were all about the death of Ling Feng and the other two.

After all, the spiritual pressure released by Ling Feng had left an indelible mark of humiliation in their hearts.

"Is this all you have? I'm really disappointed."

Yhwach looked at Aizen standing there and shook his head.

Originally looking at Aizen's posture with a Zanpakutō in his hand, he had some expectations for Aizen's Hakkake.

But now it seems that the Zanpakutō that has the first solution is the same as without the first solution, which directly kills Yhwach's interest.

"In this case, then please die."

Hasward looked at Ling Feng and Aizen in front of him and directly drew the sword from his waist.

"go to hell."

Hasward roared angrily, and arrived in front of Ling Feng and Aizen in an instant. The long sword in his hand was like a phantom. One second it was still in his hand, and the next second it had penetrated Aizen. in the body.

"Huh, boring."

Looking at the wide-eyed Aizen in front of him, full of disbelief, Hasward snorted coldly and pulled the sword out of Aizen's body, leaving a long trail of blood.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Hasward looked at Ling Feng in front of him and said coldly.

"say what?"

What puzzled Hasward was that Lingfeng didn't feel a trace of anger because Aizen was injured at this time, but had an expression that made him want to laugh.

"I killed your companion, don't you want to say something? Don't you want to avenge her?"

Hasward glanced coldly at Aizen's body lying on the ground and said slowly.

"Killed my companions? What are you talking about?"

Lingfeng took out his ears, looked at Hasward in front of him, and said aloud.

"Isn't she dead?"

Hasward pointed his sword at Aizen's body on the ground.

"Dead? Where is he?"

At this time, Ling Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said slowly.

"Lord Hasward, what are you doing?"

A Quincy's voice reached Hasward's ears.

At this time, Hasward discovered that the body on the ground was not Aizen's body at all, and he did not walk in front of Aizen.

"Where am I?"

Hasward looked around, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

He saw that his position was far away from Ling Feng and Aizen, but very close to Yhwach's throne.

By the way, Yhwach?

Thinking of this, Hasward slowly lowered his head and looked at the ground.

A black figure fell to the ground quietly.