I Bound Aizen

How dare you say it, agree to a request?

After thinking for two seconds, he looked at Shiba Isshin.

"Yixin, is there anything you want him to do?"

"Forehead…"

Hearing Aizen's question, Shiba Yishin showed a somewhat embarrassed expression.

However, he would never hide the question that Aizen asked.

Scratching his head, he showed a serious expression.

"I hope that Brother Sankami can make the decision, and senior Aizen can officially accept me as a disciple!"

Aizen was slightly taken aback.

Then, I almost laughed.

Zhibo is bent on... wanting to be his apprentice?

This is really, really interesting.

Even if it was him, it took a lot of effort to control himself when he heard this, not to laugh.

Under Shiba's single-minded gaze, Aizen nodded:

"Okay, I agree."

"Eh?"

"There is no need for someone to decide, since you want to be my disciple, then do so."

"In the end, Yuu, when did you have the right to decide who I want to take as my disciple?"

Aizen said a little displeased.

Hearing this, Zhibo Yixin's eyes lit up.

He snapped and sat upright.

"teacher!"

"Um."

Aizen nodded.

Looking at Yixin's earnest face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Then, he opened his mouth and said, "Yixin, since your wish has been fulfilled, then... the next thing, it's okay to do what I said, right?"

Although he didn't know what Aizen meant, Shiba nodded decisively.

In the decades of following Aizen, he has long developed the thinking mode of "what senior Aizen said must be right".

Aizen showed satisfaction.

Then, start telling…

...

…

On the ring, Gin Ichimaru came to his opponent in a flash, and kicked him to the ground.

He stretched out his foot, stepped on the man's chest, and put the short knife around his neck.

Under the horrified gaze of the noble **** of death, he showed a fox-like smile:

"Surrender? Or choose to die?"

"Surrender, surrender! I surrender!"

The noble **** of death begged for mercy without hesitation.

Ichimaru Gin nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at the referee.

With the latter declaring him victory, Ichimaru Gin walked off the ring and began to recover his Reiatsu.

At the same time, he looked at Shiba Isshin.

Immediately, it is the battle between myself and this guy.

Zhibo is very strong.

If it is a fair fight, then I must use the true ability of Xie to defeat him.

The problem is... the ability of one's own **** is too overbearing, once it is used on others, it is almost certain to die.

As a member of the Sankami Group, he didn't want to use this trick.

Fortunately, Komamura is quite strong, and Shiba Isshin has been seriously injured.

Next, as long as I don't let Zhibo Yixin have a big chance, and use quick attack to suppress the whole process, I will surely win!

Ichimaru Gin couldn't help but smile when he thought of what kind of reward he could ask Mikami Yuu for after he won.

Following the referee's call, he stood up and walked towards the ring.

On the other side, Zhibo Yixin also stood up and walked over.

Almost everyone raised their attention and began to watch this most important battle.

Until now, even nobles who are unwilling to accept the reality have to admit that the final champion must be from the third group.

Many nobles showed desperate looks.

The Sixth Division fell into Mikami Yu's clutches, so wouldn't it be the Goutei Thirteenth Division next?

The soul world is over!

And more people want to see what kind of wonderful battle these two people can fight, Ichimaru Gin and Shiba Isshin.

Walking onto the stage, Ichimaru Gin smiled and said:

"Yixin, don't you consider surrendering?"

"If I can't hold back and take something from you, it will be bad."

Zhibo grinned wholeheartedly:

"This kind of trash talk doesn't work for me."

"Silver, don't blame me for not reminding you, you will lose miserably in this battle."

"Instead of embarrassing yourself in front of Big Brother Sankami, it's better to surrender now."

"oh…?"

Ichimaru Gin narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, showing a curious look.

Zhibo said this with all his heart, and it didn't look like a lie.

This guy...how can he be so confident?

There is something strange, so be careful.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Shiba Isshin's movements closely.

On the other side, the referee raised his hand at the right time:

"The Mikami family, Ichimaru Gin!"

"Fight, Shiba's family, Shiba is one heart!"

"Game start!"

The moment the referee's voice fell, Ichimaru Gin pointed the dagger at Shiba Isshin without hesitation:

"Shoot him, sharpshooter!"

The silver light cut through the space in an instant, came in front of Zhibo Yixin, and stabbed at his shoulder.

Although Shiba Yishin reacted immediately and blocked it with Zanpakutō, but because he hadn't recovered from the injury he was bombed by Komamura before, his movements were a little slower.

The sharpshooter didn't pierce his shoulder, but it still grazed his arm, leaving a wound that wasn't too shallow.

Ichimaru Gin didn't give him a chance to breathe.

The gun is like a pile driver, stretching and retracting constantly, leaving large or small wounds on his body every time.

Shiba blocked it wholeheartedly while trying to shorten the distance between the two.

However, the problem is that the shorter the distance he shortens, the less time he will have to react when facing the sharp gun.

When the two were separated by a hundred meters, he could change the attack route of almost every sharpshooter.

But when there are only about twenty meters left, it is difficult to resist.

There are several blood holes left on the strong body,

Zhibo didn't care about the injuries on his body.

He swung his knife sharply:

"Crescent! Sky Chong!"

The half-moon-shaped slash formed by the red flame rushed out.

Facing Isshin's attack, Ichimaru Gin was not flustered.

While changing his position, he continued to consume all his strength with the sharp gun.

Although the battle between the two didn't start for long, it has already reached a fever pitch.

Zhibo opened the **** wholeheartedly.

The shining sun emerged from behind him.

Seeing this, Ichimaru Gin also opened the swastika.

"Swastika, god-killing gun!"

As the spiritual pressure skyrocketed, he smiled and said:

"Be careful, be careful."

"My god-killing gun is different from when I first explained it."

"In the initial solution state, the sharp gun can only be stretched a hundred meters long at most."

"The speed does not exceed the range of naked eyes of the top powerhouses."

"But... the **** is different."

"My god-killing gun can extend a full 13,000 meters!"

"Its speed..."

While speaking, the knife in Ichimaru Gin's hand suddenly turned into a long white light.

Zhibo Yixin didn't even have time to react, he was pierced through the arm by this knife.

His face twisted.

"...five hundred times the speed of sound."

Ichimaru Gin retracted the knife, still with a smile on his face.

"Five hundred times the speed of sound, what do you use to block it?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Noble gods of death, you look at me, I look at you, and you can see the horror in each other's eyes.

They immediately thought, if this guy named Ichimaru Gin wanted to assassinate them, wouldn't he be able to aim at them from a long distance, such as standing on the bipolar hill, and kill them with one blow?

This guy...you can't keep it!

Many nobles directly moved to kill.

But then, they reacted again.

No, this guy is a member of the Mikami group.

Who dares to provoke?

You dare? Anyway, I dare not!