Death: This Death is not serious

Aozaki Mazuki looked at the two night watchers in the distance and drew the Wanxiang Senluo from his waist.

He just took a step forward when the two death gods suddenly moved.

The night watchers made a "tearing" sound.

Like the zombies in horror movies, they twisted their joints in an extremely weird posture and raised the shallow fist in their hands.

The "zombie" slowly raised its head, paused for a moment, and then ran towards Aozaki Mazuki.

The hideous appearance of bleeding from all seven orifices revealed the identity of their dead.

"Fuck, what the hell is this!?"

The two secret agents hiding in the dark were stunned, feeling creepy.

A chill rushed straight to the top of their heads, and cold sweat instantly wet their clothes.

They had never seen such a weird scene.

Judging from the situation observed, the two death gods should be dead.

But they were still moving, running, and waving the shallow fist in their hands.

Aozaki Mazuki stood in the aisle.

The stars in the sky were twinkling, and the footsteps came from the dead hidden in the shadows.

The members of the secret mobile swallowed their saliva, put their hands on the short swords at their waists, and looked serious.

The years of secret mobile training allowed them to quickly calm down.

They held their breath and concentrated, ready.

As soon as the dead approached, they would rush out and behead the dead.

Aozaki Mayuki showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through the truth.

In a flash, he appeared behind the two night watchers.

The blade flickered lightly, and blood beads sprinkled on the ground, drawing a beautiful arc.

The running action of the two night watchers was forced to stop.

The next second,

In the shocked eyes of the two secret mobile members, the dead were cut in half.

"Is this the strength of Lord Aozaki? It's really terrifying!"

"I can't see the movements clearly at all, he is not weaker than any vice-captain-level Shinigami!"

The two swallowed their saliva at the same time, and the same thought came to their mind.

They can fully understand why this man can become the third seat just after graduating from the Maou Spiritual Arts Academy.

"Liushui is the sixth seat, Izumo is the eighth seat, I have tried to use Tenteng Kongluo, but it seems that these guys are well prepared, and Tenteng Kongluo has lost its effect."

Aozaki Mayuki raised his head and looked at the night sky.

The air was slightly distorted, as if there was an invisible film that interfered with the natural flow of spirit particles.

He waved the Wanxiang Senluo in his hand, and the spiritual pressure gathered on the blade, and the sky-blue slashing wave tore a large hole in the barrier.

The surrounding spirit particles seemed to be attracted and attached to the barrier to repair the crack.

But before it was repaired, the surging spiritual pressure fluctuations had been released without reservation.

"Go find someone to help, preferably the captain, this time the opponent is a little tricky."

"..."

The two hesitated a little, and Aozaki Mayu spoke up, saying in a gentle tone:

"The next battle will be very dangerous, I can't take care of you."

Liushui and Izumo looked at each other, and their figures disappeared into the darkness.

Aozaki Mayu looked forward and said leisurely: "If you don't come out, I'll leave."

"As expected of the captain's disciple, you can actually find me. I thought I was hiding well enough." Someone said.

Aozaki Mayu raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and saw the person standing in front of him clearly.

A tall, thin and sturdy white-haired man came from the other end of the street, wearing a metal gauntlet that covered his entire right arm, and a metallic silk thread extended from the joints of the gauntlet.

"You really gave me face by sending a captain-level to kill me." Aozaki Mayu thought.

He narrowed his eyes and teased, "They are going to tip off, so why not chase them?"

"When the captains of the Gotei 13 arrive here, you won't be able to escape."

"Don't bother with that, someone will take care of those two little guys."

The white-haired man showed a mocking smile and said bluntly:

"You are very smart. You didn't foolishly rush up to me, nor did you choose to run away."

"Instead, you let those two little guys escape and attract my attention at the same time."

"Unfortunately, my only target is you."

"Don't talk like I'm using them. I really hope they can escape." Aozaki Mayu spread his hands.

"Really? Then just treat it as that."

The white-haired man laughed and chatted leisurely with Aozaki Mayu, seemingly in no hurry to take action.

"Have these guys been brainwashed by alcohol and women?" Aozaki Mayu thought.

Through the sword pressure that just cut through the night sky, he has already emitted spiritual pressure fluctuations. The longer the time drags on, the more advantageous it will be for him.

The white-haired man laughed mockingly:

“But your self-sacrifice is meaningless, weakling.You deserve to die by the sword. Pretending to be relaxed will only make you look ridiculous. "

The sound of heavy rocks breaking came from under him, and the threat was infinitely close.

Aozaki Mayu dodged the sharp silk thread emerging from the ground with a sideways move, and said with a playful face:

"Self-sacrifice? I don't have that kind of consciousness. I just simply feel that you can't kill me with your strength."

While speaking, Wanxiang Senluo completed the first release, maintaining its own posture, imitating the power of the "Forgetful Bird".

With a light wave of his hand, the metal wire emerging from the ground was cut off.

He deliberately glanced at the white-haired man with contempt.

"Are you trying to provoke me on purpose? Then congratulations on your success."

The white-haired man suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted angrily:

"You want to die! ? I'll help you! ! ”

For this man who seems to be in great glory, but is actually raised as a pet by the nobles and has a serious lack of identity.

Aozaki Mayu's words are completely questioning his existence value.

Sure enough, he felt his self-esteem was hurt.

He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. The silk thread seemed to have gained life and wrapped around his body to form a metal armor.

A spear over two meters long condensed in his hand, and he rushed towards Aozaki Mayu like a metal behemoth.

The explosive force of stepping on the ground even caused the ground to collapse step by step.

The speed of the white-haired man suddenly climbed to the extreme, like a powerful cannonball.

With the metal The spear was like a steel rhino charging forward.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

The white-haired man looked at Aozaki Mayu, who retreated several meters after using his Zanpakutō to block him, in some astonishment.

Looking at the happy twisted smile, he was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

He was actually... blocked?

But the next second, his pupils shrank instantly.

Several cracks were clearly visible on the previously indestructible metal spear.

This was the spear condensed by his full-strength spiritual pressure, and its toughness was one level higher than the iron wire that attacked just now.

"Aozaki Mayu... Although I have heard of your deeds before, when we really fight, I still have to admire you."

"It is not without reason that the captain-general chose you as his successor. If I had met you first, I am afraid I would not be willing to give up such a good seedling like you. "

As he spoke, the bulky steel suit became thinner, fitting his body curves better.

The white-haired man quickly turned the spear with both hands, and the cracks disappeared in an instant.