Bleach Old Man Zangetsu นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That was when one of the Scion-ranked individuals—a short-haired, gray robed elder—snapped coolly, "You must be Caleb Crawford!" "Who are you people?" Caleb narrowed his eyes at the dozen Scion-ranked individuals. Nonetheless, the short-haired gray robed elder's eyes flashed coldly as he continued, "Were you the one who murdered Zoran Zangief?!" "Zoran Zangief?" With his hands clasped behind his back, Caleb stood, his eyes narrowing as he just couldn't remember who Zoran was.

As a whim struck the old man, he came back to his senses. Then, he abruptly reached out to grab Azure. ‘Ugh!’ Alex sighed in his mind. In the next moment, the old man’s head fell off after a flash of blade. Since the old man was unwilling to say it, then he would not have to say it forever. The remaining four bodyguards shivered when they saw that scene. He was too strong and too quick. If they were to know that they were called by the old man to face such an existence, they would not have come here no matter what.

As for the few people in front of them, after listening to it, it was just a little cultivation of the fairy family, changing shape a little and going out naturally is nothing to worry about in the future. "Bald old man, didn't expect your Seraphic Vortex array to be destroyed by Lao Tzu so easily." The fat man holding his chest with both hands looked at a family of four with a proud smile on his face. "You and I, the Brown family, say that people don't hold grudges, why do you want to be so pressured and not forgiven?" The bald old man was gagging with blood, and even had small pieces of damaged internal organs inside, which could be seen at this time, the bald old man was deeply injured.

The scene of several consecutive slaps was silent, and one could hear a pin drop. Everyone was stunned. The cyan-robed old man was an expert in killing evil spirits, but at this time, he was slapped like a grandson. After taking a few steps back, the cyan-clothed elder shook his head slightly along with the slaps. Even though the slaps stopped, he could not help but shake his head a few times. Stunned, the cyan-clothed old man only felt a burning pain on both sides of his face, and his face, which had been attached to his bones, had swelled up a lot.

Fortunately, the blessed sword has a cleansing spell on it. Zen was more careful now and was trying not to get hit again. He also looks for any holes or open areas in the opponent's body that can be hit. But as expected for such a seasoned fighter, he didn't have any holes in his defense. Especially his vital parts are well guarded. Shit! We need to get out of here as fast as possible!' he said with conviction, he was in a hurry. "Is this all you got!? Don't get distracted on me young man!? You might not know how you die.” the bald man said in a provocative tone. And added some warnings.

Hayden pointed at an old man in front of him. The old swordsmith was doubtless much older, his sparse hair was all white, his face was covered with wrinkles, and from his chin gripped a long smoke-colored beard, which waved absurdly back and forth, fanned by the breeze. Wearing a long robe of dark blue showed his thin amorphous, but it was dirty and tattered, and looked as if it had not been washed or mended for years. Eyes shining with tears of the elderly, he touched his white beard, pair wise eyes have gradually blurred together.

Overwhelmed with rage, he screamed, “Die!” Wielding his longsword, the old man struck out with fierce intensity, sending waves of blood-red energy through the air. Adrian faintly heard agonized screams coming from the weapon, and his expression shifted to one of shock. It was clear that the old man had a ruthless heart and had likely slaughtered many innocents. “Aaaarrrgh!” The old man unleashed a powerful attack, striking the Human Ghoul in the chest and sending energy rippling through its body. Boom! The sheer force of the attack left Adrian stunned. The old man was far stronger than he had anticipated. Slaying him would undoubtedly present Adrian with tremendous opportunities.

He grabbed the cup, downing it in one gulp. "But I’m still alive." The old man smirked. "And now? What’s your plan? Your own clan wants your head on a spike." Renjiro leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I have no clan. No name. Nothing left but rage." The old man took a slow sip of his sake. "Rage can kill you. Or it can make you stronger. The only difference is how you use it." Renjiro’s eyes snapped open, sharp and dangerous.

I warn, my tone dangerously low. The old man clicks his tongue. “Hah! Those little jerks… Listen, I guess the people who were holding a grudge found a chance. He was still walking when he left my presence.” Bullshit. I glance down at him. Blaze isn’t fucking walking anywhere. He’s barely breathing. His face is swollen, his lip split, blood dripping down his temple. His whole body is fucked up. “You better teach those idiots a lesson,” I say, my voice tight with anger.

Young master Yao declared and retreated behind the protection line of his surviving crew who’s watching this duel. “Lady Liu? Did you...?” The Senior cultivators who work as a referee asked in doubt. But the one who answers his question is not Liu Xiling who’s stopped playing her song. “No, This is not a hidden weapon.” An old man in a luxurious blue robe that has a blue cloud symbol on his back descends onto the duel ring. This old man's face is full of wrinkles, his long white hair and beard swayed as the wind blows. “Ancestor Azure Cloud” The referee respectfully greeted this old man with a cupped hand.