People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

“Senjumaru!”

The moment Saidriz’s voice fell, Fujimiya Makoto’s figure suddenly drew an arc in the air, and a shrill wind whistled in his hand, slashing towards the old man’s shoulder.

But the old man stretched out his arms calmly. Take action and point the short stick at him.

“Alchemy!”

However, Makoto Fujimiya did not dodge and continued to fly in his direction.

It was of no use.

There was a trace of shock on the old man’s face.

Before he could react, Makoto Fujimiya sounded behind him. A low shout:

“Type 2: Ruoshui!”

Supported by the jet-like Shunpo, Fujimiya Makoto’s slender figure cut through several curves in the air like a snake, and the blade in his hand flashed.

The wings of the leather boots under Saidriz’s feet flapped.

The figure disappeared and reappeared again..

Disappeared like a flicker.

This strange thinness immediately gave Makoto Fujimiya the illusion of punching cotton. It was completely different from the feeling of punching flesh when fighting the God of Death or Xuxue in the past.

Before he could react , , saw Saidriz raising the short stick in his hand for the third time:

“Alchemy!”

At the same time, Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously defended:

“The Thirty-nine of the Binding Dao, the round gate fan!”

The circular light door blocked in front of Fujimiya Makoto like a shield.

With just this slight obstruction, the entire round door turned into a bright golden color.

A chill could not help but rise behind Fujimiya Makoto..At the same time, he vaguely understood the rules of this ability.

——Just turn the material in your field of vision into gold?

While he was delaying a little, Okiga Genshiro on the other side had already finished singing the entire chant loudly, holding his hands in front of him:

“Chapter 63: Thunder Roar Cannon!”

The golden glow penetrated the air, and the piercing thunder resounded through the sky, deafening.

This time, Saidriz unexpectedly did not dodge, but dispersed the short stick in his hand, turned it into a small mirror again, and stood alone. Hands facing the direction of the thunder light

“Reflecting mirror.”

The golden thunder light was suddenly swallowed up by the seemingly ordinary mirror.

Immediately afterwards, the violent thunder sounded again, rushing towards the direction of Okiga Genshiro, forcing him to dodge desperately before deflecting the blow.

The burning smell in the air became stronger.

However, before Saidriz could relax, another knife slashed across his back.

It flickered.

His figure once again penetrated tens of meters.

In the old man’s single eye, the gaze He glanced at the two figures indifferently, with indifferent expressions.

“Are there two left?…”

“The so-called normal school is nothing more than this”

“It seems that that idiot Orado was too careless.”

Fujimiya Makoto and Okiya explained and looked at him solemnly.

This battle was really weird.

The Shinigami who have been fighting Daxu and other Shinigami since ancient times have never encountered anything like this. Like this guy, he is not someone who will fight directly with you at all.

Moreover, until now, they don’t even know what the opponent’s purpose is.

However ,……

A smile suddenly appeared on Fujimiya Makoto’s face

“If you underestimate me, be careful about getting your tongue pierced.”

“Thorns.”

A faint female voice suddenly came from behind Saidriz.

The old man’s expression was startled at first, and then he immediately shouted:

“【Iron Cloak】！”

Almost at the moment the voice fell, a dull piercing sound was suddenly heard in his body. Immediately afterwards, the surface of the coat that had become heavy and hard for some reason was revealed from the inside out. There are long and narrow needle marks that seem to penetrate the body.

The thick needle rubbed against the coat turned into steel, making a very harsh metal collision sound, like a cat’s claws scratching a blackboard.

Saidriz suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and his eyes widened.

Isn’t it an attack that comes in from the outside, but is it launched from within? when?!

Shutara Senjumaru’s slender and elegant golden figure appeared silently behind the old man.

A long needle suddenly pierced the inside of the golden skin and stretched into the air outside.

Then, the layer of gold wrapped around her body, like layers of fine metal gauze, was easily torn apart from the inside by three flexible skeletal hands.

The lady-like woman seemed to have anticipated what he was thinking, and chuckled:

“Of course, it’s the moment you look at me……”

“Sew him! Puncture!”

However, before the fine needles piercing his body started to move, Saidriz had already thrown away the mirror in his hand and shouted:

“【leather bag drawer】！”

The next moment, his original body was like a huge suitcase, being pulled open and buckled from the inside by another person.

Soon, an old man with neat clothes and no injuries suddenly jumped out of it and flew in the direction of Orado’s body. At most, his face was a little pale – the original body was thrown on the spot.

‘Look down on them!’

‘must! Be sure to inform His Majesty of what is happening here!’

‘The existence of the God of Death is not as weak as what they saw in this world. Saidriz’s mind is always clear and rational, and he also knows very well that he came to Soul Society this time just to serve as a pawn for His Majesty.

For him, the most important thing is to safely return to the world with the information here.

Also, we can’t leave information about the Quincy to the God of Death.

【Fujinomiya-san, Fujinomiya-san! Look, there is old man Dora!】

【Is he quite capable of changing?】

【I want it too, so give me one too! 】

However, before his body flew towards Orado’s body, he heard a voice like a child’s sudden voice in his head.

Saidriz couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

Are there any experts?!

Before he could turn his head, he immediately wanted to shout something like ‘invention’.

However, this time, before Saidriz could open his mouth, he suddenly felt that his throat seemed to be strangled by someone, making him unable to speak at all.

What is this-?!

The question is still in my mind, but Fujimiya Makoto’s whisper can be heard behind me:

“Type 3·Needle Star!”

In a flash, an arc of light like a meteor streaked through the air. The young man’s slender figure penetrated the sky without making a single sound. The spiritual pressure seemed to be all condensed on the blade of the sword in his hand, turning into a line so subtle that it was invisible. Singularity

“collapse——”

When his figure appeared again, he was already in front of the old man, maintaining a quiet and thrusting posture.

Tiny blood spots spattered on the ground.

As for old Doraemon behind him, there was a smooth through hole in his side and abdomen that was as big as a human head.

Visible front and back.

Makoto Fujimiya turned his head, holding an ordinary-looking lens in his hand.

He threw the lens on old Doraemon and whispered:”You can only have three of your ‘inventions’ at the same time, right?”

“You have to take good care of your own things.”

Just now, it was precisely because he held down the lens firmly and prevented it from turning into a pure spirit child that he stopped the props that Old Man Dora was about to shout.

For a player like this who relies purely on external forces, Without the ability to write holy words, it’s not as easy to kill as you want.

However, the Quincy from a thousand years ago was really good at it.

While he was thinking this, he stabbed the old man’s throat with a ‘pop’ sound, and stabbed it horizontally. Stab open.

It’s a good tradition to hit last.

It’s safe.

“Sincerity!”

However, just when he was about to chop old Doraemon’s body into pieces, he heard Shutara Senjumaru’s dissatisfied high-pitched voice:

“That is my concubine’s trophy!”

“This is a new species that has not been seen in the past five hundred years!”

“Even if he is a monkey who only knows how to wield a sword, he still needs to pay attention to me – at least the whole body must be left!”

“ha?!”

Fujimiya Makoto is not used to her:”The final strike is the etiquette of fighting in the Soul Society.”

“If you don’t chop the body into pieces, how do you know he’s not strong enough to fight back?”

“This is the golden rule passed down by Teacher Uozhihua. Do you know how to fight better than her?”

“laugh! What do you think they are?……”

Shutara Senjumaru was about to scold him mockingly as usual, when his eyes suddenly raised:

“Get out of the way!”

Fujimiya Makoto was startled at first.

Then, he felt a huge amount of heat suddenly coming from under his feet.

“boom——”

Old Doraemon’s body suddenly inflated to the extreme like an inflated balloon, and then burst into pieces.

The violent explosion instantly engulfed everything within a radius of twenty meters.

The dazzling fire and light covered everything in sight, and the mere turbulence of air blew several people not far away flying.

Saidriz’s figure appeared in the distance.

In his hands, he carried Orado’s body with only the head and the upper body of one arm remaining.

The old man looked at the scene in the distance with a cold expression and murmured:

“Actually…Did you see through the flaws in the holy text so quickly?”

“It’s amazing”

“Unfortunately, there was no way to pick up all the broken pieces.”

Fujimiya Makoto’s guess is not wrong.

Saidriz’s ‘invention’ does have a quantity limit.

But it is not three, but four.

Just to be safe, he usually maintains an [explosion clone] at all times.】——The [skin drawer] that he just threw out is his true body.

However, with just that kind of power, it shouldn’t be able to do anything to them, right? as expected.

Before Saidriz could sigh in his heart.

Fujimiya Makoto, Senjumaru, Okuga and others had already turned to look at him.

It’s a pity that this distance is obviously no longer within the attack range of the three of them, and they can’t stop the other party.

“This time, I was not prepared enough”

“But please don’t worry. Saidriz glanced at everyone present with his flat eyes, and said coldly:”Next time, I will definitely let you experience His Majesty’s sacred radiance.””

After he finished speaking, a spiritual sword had already carved a space passage behind him.

The old man picked up half of the corpse in his hand and turned to the door.

However, Fujimiya Makoto chuckled and suddenly said:

“By the way, I just forgot to say that”

“We are not a ‘normal school’. Saidriz

‘s body paused slightly, and his sharp single eye glanced in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto with sharp eyes.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at him without fear and pointed at himself, just like the four major figures under the Demon King’s throne. The king of heaven, the eight generals, and the seventy-two little bosses all smiled brightly:

“There are at least thirteen others who are stronger than us!”

“Each one of them can kill three of us with one hand.”

“I don’t know how many more your poor Majesty can kill?”

“……”

Saidriz looked at him silently, but saw that the two people around the man didn’t even object, and the pupil in his one eye suddenly shrunk.

“snort!”

For a moment, old man Dora immediately quickened his pace.

He couldn’t handle it!

He had to run.

……