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Sensing the wild and violent aura like a wild beast approaching him at a flying speed, Kurosaki Ichigo was in a very good mood.

He put his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely, even humming a tune.

The only thing he regretted was that when he declared his existence with fighting intent and issued a silent invitation, those truly powerful beings in the Jingling Court did not really respond to him. Some of them showed their presence, but did not come over. Some of them didn't even have their breath exposed.

But it doesn't matter, he will not miss any of the blissful meals, but will eat them one after another.

Swallow everything, swallow everything, swallow everything...

A certain whisper surged in Kurosaki Ichigo's heart!

Listening to this whisper, Kurosaki Ichigo smiled even wider.

Kurosaki Ichigo was walking leisurely like this, and naturally a Shinigami would meet him.

But the reactions of these Shinigami were very consistent. The moment they saw the presence of Ichigo Kurosaki, their legs trembled subconsciously. The trembling caused by this instinctive fear quickly spread from the legs to the face and even the hands. The Zanpakutō was also trembling.

Don't go there, don't get close, otherwise something bad will happen!

A strong premonition emerged from the soul of Death, no, from a place deeper and more original than the soul.

These Shinigami couldn't understand where this premonition came from, but that didn't matter. They had already made their choice instinctively. When Ichigo Kurosaki hummed a tune and passed by them, they collapsed on the ground and gulped. Panting to relieve the psychological pressure that was about to collapse.

After strolling for a long time, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly stopped, showing a look of confusion.

The violent aura that responded to his fighting spirit. I don't know why, but it was obviously approaching him, but in fact it was always taking detours, turning here and there, and sometimes going further away.

"Is this the legendary art of war and tactics?"

Kurosaki Ichigo has never read any professional fighting books, but he has also heard some well-known kendo stories. Legend has it that Miyamoto Musashi deliberately arrived late during the decisive battle with Sasaki Kojiro, making Sasaki Kojiro upset after waiting for a long time. Chaos, fighting spirit could not be maintained at its peak, and then the key to the duel was obtained!

Whether this story is true, Kurosaki Ichigo cannot determine, after all, Miyamoto Musashi, as a neon traditional swordsman, is real and fake. There are so many stories that are difficult to distinguish. There are at least N versions of this duel story alone, but no matter what, this story still makes some sense.

If such military tactics were not deliberately adopted, would it be possible for that guy to still be there?

But Kurosaki Ichigo didn't care too much, not to mention that he now had the record of driving a dump truck to beat his opponent before the duel, and before he came, he was already prepared to face it. All mental preparations, no matter whether the enemy comes overtly or covertly, whether it is a one-on-one fight or a group fight, he is willing to take it without reservation.

In Kurosaki Ichigo's view, he wants to embark on a journey that can beat the whole world. On the road to becoming the strongest, these are all trials that must be passed.

He continued to stroll leisurely, but he was not just waiting. Occasionally, Kurosaki Ichigo would stop and look at a brick with a unique pattern on an ordinary wall. Occasionally, he would turn his head and quietly admire the flowers and plants growing abundantly on the roadside.

No one knew what Kurosaki Ichigo saw in these ordinary scenery, except that he would occasionally smile with disdain or appreciation. With a roar

, the belated enemy smashed into the wall, waved away the dust, and stepped out with his head held high. He was tall, with a rough face, and a black eye patch. , her hair is like a hedgehog, and she is also wearing small bells, quite unconventional style, and there is a cute pink-haired little girl lying on her shoulders!

"Kenpachi, Kenpachi, let me just say, this is the right direction! The man known as Kenpachi curled his lips and said,"Obviously the direction I sensed is the right one. I'll get there quickly by walking in a straight line. It's obviously you who kept nagging me, causing me to get lost for so long. Forget it."……"

The man turned his head, looked at Kurosaki Ichigo, and showed a ferocious smile:"Kid, this is the invitation you sent, right? I haven't seen such a sophisticated travel disaster in a long time. My name is Zaraki Kenpachi. Captain of the 11th Squadron, I hope you can be more resistant to cutting.……"

What puzzled Kenpachi Zaraki was that Kurosaki Ichigo still had his back to him, concentrating on admiring the ordinary scenery. He even raised his hand and waved it gently to signal him to calm down. Zaraki Kenpachi asked in confusion:

"Traveling kid, what are you looking at?"

After waiting for a while, Kurosaki Ichigo, who had his back to Zaraki Kenpachi, raised his finger to point in a certain direction and said leisurely:

"Many years ago, there seemed to be many big explosions in Jinglingting. Then, there were many gods of death, chasing a creature called Bawent. There was a Bawent who fought with those gods of death here. , it’s quite interesting. Those Bawent obviously have good power, but they don’t seem to be very good at using it. It’s a pity. I don’t know if these creatures called Bawent still exist. I really want to fight them. Check it out."

Zaraki Kenpachi looked along Kurosaki Ichigo's hand, only to find that it was just an ordinary corner. He tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something, and then he showed a look of realization:

"There does seem to be such a thing in the past. At that time, I was lost and failed to cut down the Bawent who ran out of the laboratory. I don’t know how they felt when cutting. However, little traveler, your ability depends on your ability. Have you looked at past history? It feels weak?"

Kurosaki Ichigo slowly turned around and looked at Zaraki Kenpachi:"Your aura is pure and violent, and you are a very delicious opponent.

While waiting, I have been eager to taste you, but suddenly, I I felt a little regretful.

The history of Soul Society is so long.

There must be as many delicious opponents as stars.

But I, who was born in the modern era, was destined to miss it.

It was really regrettable.

Then I started to daydream about what was there in Soul Society back then.

Strong man, right after that, I found that I could see and feel...

the breaths left in history.

"

After Kurosaki Ichigo turned around, Zaraki Kenpachi subconsciously clenched the Zanpakutō in his hand, and the smile on his face instantly soared to the level of a pervert's art!

No need to confirm, just witnessing it, it can come from the heart I feel... The Spirit King is above me, this enemy in front of me is worth killing!

"Interesting, so, what did you see?"

Facing the abnormal appearance shown by Zaraki Kenpachi when he clenched his Zanpakutō, Kurosaki Ichigo still put his hands in his pockets and said with a light smile:

"I saw quite a lot of things, for example, Captain Yamamoto who returned in triumph with the captain of the first Gotei 13 a thousand years ago.

The smell of blood that almost made people suffocate was really addictive.

In fact, if you If I come a little later, I think I might not only see and feel it, but even touch it more directly, and have a great battle with Captain Yamamoto from thousands of years ago.

Of course, I can't travel through time.

, but it’s not a problem just to have a fantasy battle with the remaining strong aura.

I almost did it just now.

It’s just because of your arrival that I came back.

……"

Kurosaki Ichigo stretched out his hand, and there was a stab wound on the back of his right hand.

The hot and bloodthirsty breath lingered on the knife wound, so clear and unmistakable. It was hard to tell whether this was a fantasy or something else, because this knife mark was quickly completely squeezed by the squirming flesh and blood. Eliminated, leaving skin as smooth as ever!

Zaraki Kenpachi's smile has been upgraded from a pervert to a super pervert:"Travelling kid, I take back what I said before. Your ability is not ordinary. After I cut you down, please be sure to teach me!"

Kurosaki Ichigo said leisurely:"This is not an ability, it is just an instinct that is naturally derived when a fighter reaches the absolute realm. But if it is you, I think you should be able to learn it. If you are still alive by then, you can always Come to me!"

"Well, kid, get out your weapons!"

"I've already taken it out."

Facing Zaraki Kenpachi's shouting, Kurosaki Ichigo still put his left hand in his pocket. He just casually shook his right hand at Zaraki Kenpachi!

"Yes!"

With a perverted smile, Zaraki Kenpachi strode forward, holding the Zanpakuto tightly in his hand, and then slashed with an upper cut!

A strong wind blew in his face, and the noisy spiritual pressure was slashed along with the blade!

Zaraki Kenpachi's Zanpakutō is very distinctive. It has a simple shape, and the blade is fragmented and uneven. It looks like a broken sword that is about to be scrapped. But driven by the extremely violent spiritual power, it is close to The scrapped knife looked so ferocious, and even the broken blade looked like the fangs of an evil spirit, making people terrified.

Facing this knife, Kurosaki Ichigo did not block it, but spread it out. He held his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and showed a comfortable expression as if enjoying the warm afternoon breeze!

Kurosaki Ichigo expressed his will with his actions. He planned to use his body to feel, taste, and enjoy the attack from the enemy.

The violent and sharp spiritual pressure even penetrated Kurosaki Ichigo's body, directly cutting off the building behind Kurosaki Ichigo diagonally.

With the loud sound of the building collapsing, blood flowed from Kurosaki Ichigo. The sword spurted out violently from the chest!

One move was successful, but Zaraki Kenpachi's smile suddenly faded, and Kurosaki Ichigo slowly opened his eyes. Amid the blood that spewed into the air and slowly poured down, His eyes were extremely cold and stern, looking extremely terrifying:

"Mr. Zaraki Kenpachi, what have I done to make you disrespect me so much, to beat me with such a broken iron bar that is hard enough to chop a chicken? Or is this kind of attack that despises the enemy also part of your art of war? First, if this is the case, I have to say that your purity is a bit low!"

Zaraki Kenpachi didn't speak, because the knife that just struck Kurosaki Ichigo had a strange feeling that he had never encountered in his long career of killing people.