"Puff!"
The sword flashed, and a spray of blood shot into the air. One man had already fallen.
But at that moment, Kean's eyes sharpened, and he let out a fierce shout, bringing his blade down in a slashing arc!
The blade's strike stirred a violent wind, filled with a fierce, dominating momentum and power.
A blade aura more than three feet long hummed as it descended.
Aizen's pupils contracted. This person had incredible inner strength and a truly domineering blade.
He had just landed and had not yet steadied himself, and the timing of this strike was perfect, leaving no room for countering it head-on.
He couldn't face it with brute force!
Aizen's feet pushed off the ground, propelling him backward. The stout monk with the crocodile-jaw scissor and the one-eared man closed in from both sides.
The slash barely missed Aizen, but the razor-sharp blade aura was dangerously close.
