"Huh...huh...huh..."

Kurosaki Ichigo lay on the ground panting violently.

At this moment, he was covered with bruises.

And not far in front of him, walking slowly towards him with a knife, was Grimmjow, who was also in a mess.

The winner seemed to have been decided. Although the two men looked equally miserable, Grimmjow at least still had the strength to stand up and continue swinging his sword, while Kurosaki Ichigo's physical strength had been exhausted due to the Hollow.

"hateful……"

Looking at Grimmjow walking towards him, Kurosaki Ichigo gritted his teeth and raised his hand again and slowly stretched it to his forehead, as if trying to become invisible again.

But unfortunately, even if he tried his best, the spirit condensed on his face dissipated the next moment.

"hehe."

Seeing this scene, Grimmjow grinned and raised his feet.

boom--

A fierce blow hit Ichigo Kurosaki in the abdomen, sending him flying and rolling on the ground a very long distance before he stopped.

"It seems that you haven't practiced enough, Death! Where did the momentum go? It seems that the mask can't be used anymore! No..."

Grimmjow sneered and taunted, "Maybe you don't fully control that kind of power?"

As he spoke, he slowly walked in again, the expression on his face becoming extremely cold.

"You are really looking down on me for using this half-baked ability to deal with me... Is it because you think I only have one hand left, and you think it's enough?"

Qiang——

Before Kurosaki Ichigo could answer, the sword in Grimmjow's hand was inserted into the arm holding the sword, fixing his hand and the Zanpakutō to the ground.

"You won't be able to move this way, right?"

Grimmjow grinned, stretched out his hand, and spiritual energy fluctuations rose in his palm, "Don't worry, if you flash from this distance, I will blow your head off completely, even if you summon the mask just now.

useless!"

Kurosaki Ichigo raised his head and looked at the shining light in Grimmjow's palm with a dull look.

There is no doubt that he cannot bear such a false flash at such a close range.

For a moment, he seemed to feel that death was approaching, but that feeling was frozen by the cold breath the next moment.

"Second Dance..."

The moisture in the air instantly froze Grimmjow's arm under the influence of low temperature, and the condensed spiritual pressure was also wrapped in ice and collapsed.

Grimmjow frowned slightly and turned around, not knowing when someone came behind him.

This was the woman he had easily knocked down before.

At this moment, Kuchiki Rukia looked at Grimmjow with cold eyes, and the pure white Zanpakutō in her hand was pointed directly at him.

"Bai Lian!"

After the words fell, several arcs of light appeared in front of Kuchiki Rukia. She swung several knives at extremely fast speeds. The arcs of light were the traces of the blade cutting through the void. The cold blade left tiny pieces of ice in the void.

The crumbs reflected sporadic light under the sun.

The light is getting stronger and stronger, and the place where the blade has been scratched seems to be accumulating power.

At a certain moment, the concentrated power reached the explosive point, and the arc light completely condensed into an ice blade that cut through the ground and struck towards Grimmjow.

boom--

"This is……"

Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the ice condensing in front of him in surprise. The icy mist was filling the air. Taking Grimmjow as the base point, almost the entire street in front of him was frozen by frost...

This seems to be the first time he has seen Lucia take action. Is this guy so strong?

However, Kuchiki Rukia didn't think so.

After freezing the Arrancar in front of her, she quickly came to Kurosaki Ichigo and tried to pull out the blade nailed to his arm.

"Don't talk, my power can't control him for long."

Kuchiki Rukia pulled out the knife stuck on the ground while checking Kurosaki Ichigo's condition. Seeing the trembling appearance of the other person, she frowned, "Damn... you must have used too much power. It's all over your body."

Trembling... If this is the case, we might—"

Click——

Before she could finish her words, what she was worried about happened.

The sound of shattering sounded.

The next moment, before Rukia Kuchiki could react, a hand grabbed her head.

"hateful……"

Kuchiki Rukia's eyes were full of unwillingness as she stared at the figure that had broken free from her own ice.

The blow just now was her full strength, and she should be able to control this guy for a while no matter what. After all, this Arrancar seemed to have been seriously injured, but she didn't expect to be broken free so quickly.

.

"What a disgusting look, Death."

Grimmjow looked down at the woman in front of him with a cold expression.

This look disgusted him.

Because it's like seeing myself.

If you don't have enough strength, you can only accept everything yourself unwillingly.

"Don't look at me like this... Even so, you can't kill me with your strength! You're so naive!"

As he spoke, light flickered in the palm of his hand holding Kuchiki Rukia's head.

"Rukia!"

Seeing this, Kurosaki Ichigo roared and tried to stop him.

This was a false flash that caught the head at zero distance. If it hit, there would be no chance of Lucia surviving in front of her!

But now he can't even lift his arm, let alone stop it.

"hateful!"

Just when everything seemed to be over, a sound roared through the air.

The flickering light accurately hit Grimmjow's arm, once again interrupting the virtual flash condensed in his hand.

"This is……"

Grimmjow frowned slightly and retracted his arm, looking at the location where he was hit.

The remaining spiritual power there made him feel unusually familiar.

False bullet?

"Really. I had no intention of getting involved in the Death God's war..."

A helpless voice came from the side and behind.

Grimmjow turned his head and looked around, and saw a figure carrying a Zanpakutō standing on a high place, looking down at them. It was this person who was complaining.

"But there's nothing I can do! When I see someone being bullied in front of me, I really can't stand by and watch."

Hirako Mako looked carefree, calmly waved his Zanpakutō and pointed at the Arrancar below, "There's been a substitution, now your opponent is me."

"and who are you?"

Grimmjow asked with an unkind expression, "Are you also with this kid? Are you bothered by them appearing one by one?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, right?" Hirako Mako asked.

"That's true..."

Faced with this answer, Grimmjow's face became more and more gloomy. He slowly bent down, picked up the blade on the ground, and then bent down like this and looked forward unsteadily. His steps became faster and faster, and it looked like

Like a wounded cheetah, he is so angry that he wants to tear the enemy in front of him into pieces...

"No matter who you are, it has nothing to do with me killing you!"

boom--

The blade fell into the air like a heavy hammer.

Mako Hirako dodged the violent blow with a look of expressionless expression.

"Tsk."

Seeing that the attack missed, Grimmjow straightened up unsteadily and turned his head to look at Hirako Mako, "You guys... each one is really more infuriating than the other!"

"Why are you so angry? I think I can understand..."

Mako Hirako said expressionlessly, seemingly not caring at all about Grimmjow's look of going berserk, "Is it because of your arm? I remember that the last time you came to this world, you should have been much stronger than you are now."
To be continued...