Chapter 905: Strange Bankai

The violent and powerful spiritual pressure gushed out of Zaraki's body like a substance, releasing his energy wantonly like an erupting volcano.

The long sword that Gerard chopped down was deflected by the spiritual pressure, and he had the same question as Byakuya and Hitsugaya. Could it be that at this critical moment, Zaraki Kenpachi awakened his Bankai?

There seems to be no better explanation than Bankai to make a god of death dozens of times stronger or even more in an instant, but it still makes people feel a little incredible when it is placed on Zaraki.

The man who inherited the title of Kenpachi and became the captain of the 11th Division without even being able to do Shikai.

After unknown training, he has mastered Shikai in a dreamlike way. Now, he is finally no longer the alternative. Has he mastered Bankai like other captains?

No, it should be said that Zaraki Kenpachi who has mastered Bankai will appear more alternative. After all, everyone has unconsciously adapted to the fact that he is powerful without Zanpakutō.

Now that I can suddenly release the power of my Zanpakutō completely, it is hard to imagine what kind of scene it would be. So even though the facts are right in front of me, Gerard, including Byakuya and Hitsugaya, who are on the same side, feel that it is extremely unreal.

Just as they were curious, the raging and violent spiritual pressure subsided in an instant, just like the sea surface that was stirred up by the wind in the last second, and the next second it was calm and sunny, making it difficult to tell which one is real.

The spiritual pressure receded and Zaraki's figure appeared. I was still lying on the ground, and my body was even trembling as if it was about to collapse.

So this was not Bankai just now, but just a counterattack of the beast after dying?

Facing Gerard's heavy punch, I didn't intend to use the broken sword in my left hand to resist, but unexpectedly opened my mouth, raised my lower body and bit under this fist.

"So, this is actually not Zaraki's Bankai?" Mu Jian said in a heavy voice.

But a little observation will reveal that both guesses are correct, because the color of the other party's skin is too uniform. It is certain that Zaraki is now showing that red color. This small area of ​​internal bleeding, even the weak and hard spirit body of Byakuya Sarada may not be able to resist it.

Gerard was shocked, and finally saw Zaraki's strange skin and scary face. I jumped forward subconsciously and pulled the distance between Zaraki and me.

If it is definitely someone else, we will probably make a similar judgment as Gerard, but the target is Zaraki, and the body has obviously undergone changes. Is this broken broken sword really not Zaraki's Bankai?

Many questions instantly flooded Lai Haopiao's mind, but no matter what the answer is, Byakuya Sarada has fallen into a unique and strange state, and his strength is not to be underestimated. Those two points can be if.

Gerard's face was full of disbelief. The speed and strength shown by Zaraki that time made me more frightened.

Still flew out of the edge of the city under control.

With just his spirit body, even without biting, Zeraki stopped Gerard's fist that was like a meteorite falling from the sky. Then, with a flick of his head, he actually tore Gerard's entire left arm off.

I grabbed the Sword of Hope inserted into the ground on the way, trying to use it to stop my body from flying forward, but unfortunately it didn't work significantly.

How could a god of death become like this?

"It's really interesting, Byakuya. To deal with him now, I don't even need to swing the Sword of Hope. I'll be defeated by you and disappear!"

Zeraki, who succeeded in one blow, showed a terrible smile, kicked his feet under the remaining half of Gerard's shield, and punched his opponent under the chin again.

Temporarily putting aside the many questions in his heart, Gerard condensed the spirit particles and quickly formed a new arm, and just when I wanted to pull out the Sword of Hope in front of me, Zeraki took the initiative to retreat.

"What's going on!"

Gerard said, clenching his left fist and raising it low, and then punched Zeraki.

Gerard approached Zaraki in a hurry, but Zaraki still held his head high, with no intention of fighting back or running away.

Just as Mu Jian had that thought, Hitsugaya's voice rang in his ears, "Zaraki's skin, has it turned red?" With Hitsugaya's reminder, I also noticed Zaraki's strange skin.

I was on Zaraki's right, so the worst thing to observe was the other party's exposed arms used to support his body.

And he could stop your fist with just his teeth, or even tear your arm off?

"The slowly rising spiritual pressure made you think it was Bankai, but you didn't expect that nothing had changed in the end. What a beautiful fake move."

Could it be that this was a counterattack after death, or a real Bankai?

"It should be possible." Hitsugaya took over the conversation, but I couldn't tell from his tone that I was also very sure. "If it is certain, it is really a Bankai that is very suitable for Zaraki. They are both guys who can understand each other."

Gerald only heard a bang, and when he looked for Zaraki's figure, the other party had not yet lowered the broken sword and was about to fly behind me.

"How is it possible, my shield actually..."

Gerald held the shield behind his face with his right hand, and Zaraki still swung a knife in the face of this huge shield. It was obviously just a broken sword, but it cut a wound under Gerald's forehead in the air, and the blade touched the shield and cut it in half.

Gerald's tone was full of regret and disappointment. I inserted the Sword of Hope into the building next to me and continued to talk to myself: "What's more, this broken sword may be Bankai. It's really interesting, Koji Sarai."

Yes, Zaraki's right hand was on the ground, and only half of the blade of the Nosai sword in his left hand was left. The wooden sword and Hitsugaya also noticed that.

But Gerard didn't seem to think so. The spiritual pressure that Zaraki had just burst out was indeed amazing, but now I haven't fully felt Zaraki's spiritual pressure, so no matter how I think about it, it was just a matter of opinion.

And just when the fist came down on my head, Zaraki suddenly raised his head, and I saw two white lines from the forehead to the eyes under my dark red face, and two sharp horns grew on my forehead, which looked like an evil ghost escaping from hell.

As for the skin falling off, it is even more possible. The dark red in the middle is actually the flesh and blood of Geng Mu. At most, you can see that there is no blood flowing out, but in fact, Mu Jian did not see a small amount of blood around Geng Mu.

These two arms are evenly dark red, which is the color of blood, so Mu Jian’s first thought is that the crazy release of spiritual pressure just now must have caused a small area of ​​internal bleeding in Geng Mu, or simply the skin fell off.

Gerard’s body was controlled to lean forward, and at the same time, Geng Mu’s terrifying power pushed my small body to fly forward in a controlled manner.