Death: This Death is not serious

"Your talent is probably unmatched by many people in the millions of years of Soul Society history."

"I believe that if you have the opportunity to grow up, you will definitely surpass me in the future, and even be on par with the captain-general."

"But it's a pity... you showed your edge too early, and you are destined to die here today!"

The moment the voice fell, the silver-white silk thread wrapped around the white-haired man's body, emitting a faint metallic luster.

The whole body was covered with metal wires, only a pair of eyes were exposed, six arms appeared on the back, and with the hands holding the spear, it was like an eight-armed Shura.

Aozaki Mayu admitted that the other party's transformation was very handsome, but he couldn't help but complain: "You are still ashamed to compare with old man Yamamoto..."

Although he always said that the old man liked to show off, the old man was really powerful.

This white-haired man wanted to touch the old man, and Aozaki Mayu, the first apprentice, disagreed.

The white-haired man stepped on his feet and rushed towards Aozaki Mayu.

Aozaki Mayu swung the sword with one hand and slashed diagonally downward.

The dazzling blue sword pressure came out from the blade again and shot towards the white-haired man.

Swish! !

A large number of metal wires suddenly emerged from the left half of the white-haired man's body, like a big hand supporting the ground, and his body immediately turned to avoid the sword pressure.

Boom! !

A crack more than ten meters long suddenly appeared on the road ahead, and the earth suffered the pain of being torn apart, making an unbearable wail.

The smoke and dust rolled, and the white-haired man bent down, moving like a swift hound, shuttling through the thick smoke.

Clang! !

At this moment, the sound of a spear cutting through the air suddenly exploded.

The sharp spear pierced the surging smoke and dust, and the smoke retreated like a tide as it swept across.

The cold and ferocious armor exuded a dazzling silver glow. The white-haired man's eyes were stern. He held the spear tightly in one hand and stabbed at Cangqi Mayu quickly! !

Puff! !

The glittering silver spear pierced sharply, leaving a big hole in Cangqi Mayu's chest, and a large amount of blood sprayed out.

"Fortunately, I dodged quickly... good opportunity!"

The blood on the chest dyed the death suit red, but Cangqi Mayu just gritted his teeth and waved the long sword in his hand when the opportunity arose.

The postures of the two people were very strange at this time.

The spear passed through the body, but Cangqi Mayu was still standing there.

The white-haired man pounced forward, and the six arms behind him were in a hugging posture, as if to hold him in his arms.

The dazzling sword pressure light dispelled the surrounding shadows.

In an instant, the night seemed like day.

Wanxiang Senluo chopped down diagonally, the sword pressure gathered in the blade, but it was condensed and not released.

Puff! !

The long sword sank into the long-haired man's right shoulder, rubbing against the silver armor to produce sparks.

Boom! !

A huge explosion of dust rose up with the white-haired man as the center.

"Go to hell."

Seeing the white-haired man flying backwards, Cangqi Zhenyue approached and felt a sharp breath approaching from the dust.

In the thick smoke, several sharp tentacles made of silk threads pierced.

Cangqi Zhenyue glanced at the pierced shoulder and remained calm.

He jumped high in the air, waved the long sword with one hand to block, and cut off the approaching tentacles.

At this time, the figure of the white-haired man appeared again.

With a wave of his hand, the dust surrounding him dissipated instantly.

He turned his head to glance at his shoulder, with anger in his eyes.

There, a shallow bloodstain was vaguely visible, and the silver armor was stained with a touch of bright red.

"Sharp swordsmanship, powerful fighting ability, just like the second Yamamoto."

"And that strange Zanpakuto that can break through my defense, I can only say that he is worthy of being the future successor to the captain..."

Fortunately, it was me who came to assassinate, not the vice-captain-level death god... The white-haired man murmured in his heart, controlling the silk thread to prevent Aozaki Mayu from approaching.

At the same time, the spear in his hand was inserted into the ground, and he returned his hand and pressed on his shoulder.

In a short while, the wound on the shoulder was sutured.

"However, the spiritual pressure gap between us cannot be eliminated by swordsmanship and spirits alone."

"Don't underestimate the captain level, kid!!"

He looked at Aozaki Mayu who was approaching him in front of him, and suddenly burst into a roar, containing a hint of anger.

A captain-level warrior was forced into such a miserable state by a vice-captain-level death god. No one would believe it if he told others about it.

Clang! !

Aozaki Mayu had already approached, and the long sword with a blue glow suddenly slashed at the palm of the white-haired man.

The long sword cut through the silver hand armor, but was stuck there, entangled and imprisoned by the silver threads gushing out of the latter's body.

The silver armor on the white-haired man seemed to have gained life, and the silver threads were madly entangled with Wanxiang Senluo.

The fierce wind blew the smoke and dust in all directions.Seeing this, the white-haired man smiled under his mask.

For most Shinigami, having their Zanpakutō controlled is definitely the worst situation.

Shinigami fight by using spiritual pressure to attack and defend with swords.

Once they lose their Zanpakutō, their combat effectiveness will decline severely.

And without this Zanpakutō that can break through their own defense, this kid is completely unthreatening.

The white-haired man grinned, as if he had won, and raised his right hand in a posture.

The body of the silk Zanpakutō covered the entire hand, with silver threads entwined wildly on it, and the six arms behind him became increasingly sturdy.

The iron fist was ready to move.

Looking at the white-haired man who kept gathering silk threads to his arms, leaving a lot of gaps in his chest armor.

Aozaki Mayuki seemed to have been prepared and took a step forward.

The spiritual pressure was restrained in his left hand, then clenched into a fist, and then swung it out suddenly.

One bone!!

A fist hit the white-haired man's chest heavily.

Bang!

White air waves exploded on his back.

The white-haired man's face suddenly turned pale, and the silver armor covering his front body began to break, revealing a sunken chest.

His left hand holding the Wanxiang Senluo loosened, but because he had been clamping the long sword before, he did not fly backwards immediately.

The white-haired man widened his eyes, but was unwilling to do nothing.

His body lost strength, but his Zanpakutō had not yet released the Shikai, and six metal arms rushed towards him with strong winds.

Aozaki Shingetsu had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and he also loosened his hands, letting go of Wanxiang Senluo, and swung his fists to fight the metal fists dozens of times.

His fists were bloody, but Aozaki Shingetsu still did not give up until he broke the metal arms one by one, and the white-haired man took a half step back.

He took another step forward and took a stance facing the white-haired man with empty defense.

He wanted to end the battle quickly and not give the other party any chance to breathe.

The spiritual pressure was restrained in his clenched fists and he swung them out.

Double bones!!

"This is..."

At the moment when the white-haired man was stunned, two fists hit his abdomen heavily.

With a loud "bang"!!

The white air wave ripples exploded again.

This time there was no pause. The white-haired man's body was like a kite with a broken string. The whole person flew backwards and hit the wall heavily.

Gravel and dust surged.

Aozaki Mayuki caught the still falling Wanxiang Senluo, sheathed the knife and disappeared in an instant.

Tick-tock...

With the sound of blood dripping, the figure of the white-haired man reappeared in the field of vision.