Pirate’s Infinite Wings

(I’m really convinced. Can you read it carefully? I remember it was written twice in the article. Ukitake Jushiro said that your swastika is a range type and cannot be used in this kind of place. Such an obvious hint, By the way, Kyoraku Shunsui's abilities are among the five Japanese children's games, and there are five of them all.

Finally, I would like to add that no one is invincible, not even the beautiful girl in the mirror, nor the crazy bone in the flower world! )

The golden three-phase power condensed at the fingertips, turned into an arrow, and shot out suddenly.

Yami quickly reacted, turning his head and opening his mouth. The blood-colored spiritual pressure was condensing and turned into a virtual flash.

However, the speed of Xu Shan's condensation was far inferior to Fang Lang's gathering of spiritual beings. When he was halfway through, the sacred destroying arrow had already arrived.

With a whoosh, an arrow pierced his head, Yami's body trembled slightly, and exploded suddenly.

In the explosion, Yami didn't even scream, and fell straight backwards.

From Madarame's corner, he could clearly see that a golden arrow shot through Yami's head and shattered it into powder.

A huge headless corpse crashed to the ground.

The changes here finally attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

"What? What's going on, internal fighting?!" Hisagi Shuhei frowned deeply.

"Are you dead? Yami, tsk tsk, don't waste the body, but it's better to deal with you first, Death." The 90th Blade Aronilo sneered.

Not to mention here, Fang Lang landed lightly on the ground, with a cold expression and teeth that were as tight as death. For him, there was no emotion at all.

"Fang Lang...are you really Fang Lang? What on earth is going on with you?" Madarame walked a few steps closer and couldn't help but ask.

Fang Lang turned his head sideways and raised his finger. A white thunder and lightning gathered at the tip of his finger, "The fourth white thunder of breaking the path!"

The sound of thunder and lightning exploded, and suddenly, a white electric light shot out, instantly piercing Madarame Ikkaku's chest.

"What!?" Madarame turned pale in an instant. No one expected that after Fang Lang had just dealt with the Ten Blades, he would backhand attack someone from the Soul Society.

Not only Madarame Ikkaku, who was injured and paralyzed by him, was shocked, but even Kyoraku Shunsui's expression changed slightly.

Ukitake Jūshirō was also startled, and couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart, "This... is still resisting Kyōraku's 'devil'. What kind of mental power!"

The battle of the Shinigami is a battle of spiritual pressure. If you want to suppress your opponent's ability, you need more powerful spiritual pressure.

And this powerful quantification will change depending on the opponent's ability.

Just like Kyoka Suigetsu, unless the opponent can exceed Aizen's spiritual pressure by more than twice, it is impossible to remove it.

Correspondingly, the devil in Kyōraku Shunsui is also very similar.

"It's quite a powerful ability. It's the first time I've seen it. It's not much worse than Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu." Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes slightly and quickly understood the situation, "But just like Kyoka Suigetsu, there must be weaknesses. Otherwise, he would have used it long ago, so it’s not that he doesn’t want to use it, but that he has to use it.”

Ichimaru Gin feels that his analysis is very correct, because currently it seems that if Fang Lang is not controlled by the "devil" and there is no need for them to take action, Soul Society will soon be defeated.

"The problem is, apart from these four ghosts, the slayer ghost, the shadow ghost, the erotic ghost, the devil, what about the fifth ghost..." Ichimaru Gin's lips showed a traceless smile, "The opportunity will come soon!"

He was thinking in his heart, but Tōsen Kaname on the side couldn't help but said: "Lord Aizen, what should we do now?"

"What to do? Interesting question." Aizen chuckled, "What to do is something you only need to think about when the situation requires careful consideration."

"But Fang Lang is under control, and we are in trouble..."

"It doesn't matter." Aizen looked calm and unmoved. He just glanced at Kyoraku Shunsui. No one knew what he was thinking.

As if feeling Aizen's gaze, Jingraku Shunsui smiled and shouted to Fang Lang: "Hey, go deal with Aizen."

"Don't order me. With my boring abilities, do you really think you can completely control me?" Fang Lang curled his lips disdainfully, "This kind of kid's trick is just to buy you some time."

"What a powerful mental power..." Jingle Chunshui felt the cold sweat break out, not because of Fang Lang's strength, but because of the other party's willpower.

This unwavering self-state!

And this will is fighting against his 'devil'!

"You bastard!" Sui Bee was angry. She rarely got angry, but at this moment, she still felt sincerely angry. "Repent well, Kyoryu!"

I saw a shining white light appearing all over Broken Bee, and the spiritual pressure increased rapidly, reaching one million bars in an instant, and even exceeded it.

The spiritual pressure was surrounding her body, constantly wrapping around her body like a whirlwind. From a distance, it looked like she had grown a pair of hurricane wings!

"Endless instant coax!!"

After the state was completed, Zaihou punched Kyoryu Shunsui. With this punch, a small typhoon was created. The strong wind almost blew away the space.

"Hey, what kind of ability is this? I've never heard of it." Kyōraku Shunsui's bamboo hat was blown away, and the pink embroidered haori jacket he was wearing became capable of flying in an instant when it was caught in the typhoon.

“I’m not good at it, I’m happy!”

Jingraku Shunsui waved his sword twice, and immediately flew out with a spiral slash. However, when this slash hit the small typhoon, there was no resistance at all, and he was instantly struck.

assimilation.

"What happened... made a lioness angry."

Before he could finish speaking, the typhoon had already swept him up, and his figure quickly disappeared into the blazing white eye of the wind.

"Kyōraku!" Ukitake Jūshirō's expression changed, and he immediately wanted to rush to the rescue.

However, a figure passed by in front of him, and a lazy and handsome uncle blocked the way.

"Hey, don't make trouble, your opponent is me." Stark said lazily.

"Don't you hate fighting?" Ukitake Jushiro frowned.

"I hate it, but if you run to save people, I will be scolded." Stark sighed, took off his gloves, and looked at the opponent coldly, "The first ten blades, Keyatei Stark, Thank you for your advice, Death."

On the back of his hand, there is the number "1"! ..