infinite death song

Zaraki blocked it casually with his slender blade, and said by the way: "Your strength has weakened. I advise you to take the initiative to fall down. That way it won't be worth killing you."

"You bastard, didn't you say that you are not allowed to sympathize with me casually? Do you know how humiliating this is to me?"

Unhappy and angry to the extreme, he kept slashing and attacking, but Zaraki kept standing where he was, never taking a step back.

Then Saraki began to take the initiative to counterattack. After blocking Neutra's weapon, he took advantage of the short gap and slashed Neutra's body.

Blood spurted out, and Neutra staggered back, then roared and shouted to charge up.

I am the strongest!I am the strongest existence!How could it be possible to fall down here?That bastard who hasn't killed Nelliel yet, can't fall down here! ——There is only such a request in my heart.

No matter whether his body can hold on or not, and no matter how much blood spurted out from his body, he only feels that his body is getting heavier and heavier, and the light in front of him is gradually covered with a layer of hazy darkness that falls into the eternal night.

No, can't fall down here!While he was shouting in his heart, Saraki slashed his body again, and Saraki grabbed his arm with the other hand, so that his weapon could not be lowered in mid-air, and then he cut him ruthlessly.

Even Steel Skin couldn't stop it, and Saraki's Reiatsu was far better than Neutra.

"Neutra...my lord..."

There was concern and sadness in his eyes, and Dessler, who fell to the ground and was seriously injured, could only whisper Neutra's name like this.

Looking at his boss's fearless charge, no matter how serious his injuries were, he couldn't stop his 'death' footsteps.

But that kind of attack was futile, all six arms were cut off by Saraki, and then his body fell limply, like a towering building collapsed.

At the moment when Neutra fell down, the darkness that Dessler had never felt swept over him. The endless road in front of him was blocked, and the road ahead and the road back were all collapsing.

Neutra felt countless mud poured into his mouth, lost the ability to speak, let his body fall down, and let the world turn upside down.

He saw Nelliel in the distant sky, playing with a captain of Gotei Thirteen with a powerful gesture.

Suddenly there was no emotion in the eyes, whether it was hatred or hostility, nothing existed, only a pair of silently watching eyes, sweeping past Nelliel's position.

What would she think when she fell down?

It seems like everything has become meaningless.

As for Dessler... By the way, who is Dessler?

The name of a dog, the name of a cowardly worm...it seems to be called this...

Forget it, it seems that everything ends here.

It's a pity that I didn't touch that figure until I died...

Neutra stretched out his hand with the last of his strength, wanting to grab the sky and Nelliel's figure, that was obsession and something he couldn't rest assured about.

But the palm was put down weakly just halfway, and along with the fallen body...

Saraki put the blade back into its sheath, silently stared at the fallen Neutra, with a happy smile on his face.

Although I don't know what Neutra thinks, but he is very happy to have such an opponent appear in his life.

"Well done, Neutra Gilga, I will always remember your name."

After making this promise, Saraki greeted Kusaka Yachiryu not far away, and left the battlefield.

far away--

Nelliel's body froze suddenly, and within her range of perception, Neutra's spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared.

She was quite impressed with this guy who constantly challenged himself and was rejected again and again.

he died.

The mood suddenly became a little low, and even the expression on his face became sad.

"Breaking the Way 63 Thunder Roar Cannon!"

The light ball of thunder and lightning shot towards Nelliel.

Nelliel raised her hand helplessly, shattering the lightning cannonballs into glowing spirits and flying away.

"Did you lose your mind during the battle, are you underestimating my strength?"

Byakuya asked this, and the dancing cherry blossoms gathered to form the original form of Zanpakuto, and his eyes became more serious.

"I didn't mean that, Your Excellency Captain, it's just that my companion died suddenly, and I feel a little bit sorry for that." Nelliel said with a smile.

"Will Pomian also mourn the death of his companion?"

"nature."

"It's ridiculous!"

Bai Zai's eyes widened, Zanpakudao's blade exuded oppressive spiritual pressure, and at the same time, a faint light lit up.

Nelliel noticed that Byakuya had used a different level of spiritual pressure than before, and her eyes became a little more serious.

"Swastika, Qianben Sakura Jingyan!"

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Look at the troublemaker who blocked him from taking Unohana's head - Madarame Kazuki.

After being healed of his injuries, he rejoined the battlefield, replacing Unohana withstood Qian Tongzi's lore in the nick of time.

"You bastard, let me be your opponent!"

Madarame looked at Qian Tongzi from the corner of his eyes, his hands and feet were shaking, this was not a joke, nor was it because of any special reason, it was just that he felt an unprecedented 'horror', this kind of terror made his hands and feet start to feel restless trembling.

He wanted to restrain himself, but he couldn't restrain this instinctive movement.

He knew that if he fought, he would be killed in an instant, without hindrance.

But no matter what, he didn't retreat timidly, shouldering the glory of the soldiers of the eleventh squadron, and couldn't run away because of fear.

If it becomes like that, the [-]th team will have no place for him, and all members will spurn him, which is more painful than death.

Qian Tongzi held the knife and looked at the corner of Madarame calmly.

Then, the corner of Madarame's body seemed to have touched some kind of excessive gravity, causing his internal organs to be pinched tightly with the palm of his hand, and the pain made him turn pale again.

The wound that hadn't fully healed was open, and blood continued to flow out.

The blade, as well as the arm holding the knife trembled even more.

no!will die!

Madarame nervously watched Qian Tongzi's every move, as long as she took a step forward, she would die.

despair!You can't even see the gap.

When the corner of Madarame was about to die in the line of duty, a thick and rough hand grasped his arm, bringing him a little stability and warmth, and driving away his inner fear and panic.

"Team...Captain?"

Madarame looked at Saraki, the captain of the eleventh squad, who had come to his side at some point, showing a surprised expression.

"Why are you in such a panic, a woman scares you like this, and she hasn't done anything yet."

Saraki twisted his neck with Kusaka Yachiryu on his back, making a crackling sound, not caring whether he would break his own neck with too much force.

"Feel sorry……"

Without looking for an excuse for his actions, Madarame bowed his head in shame.

He admitted that he was afraid of the enemy.

"Really, I still want to heal here, and then look for suitable prey. I didn't expect there to be another one here. I'm so lucky today. Hey, is this guy an acquaintance of yours?"

Saraki turned his head to look at Unohana, and also noticed the injury on her back.

"Be careful, Captain Saraki."

Unokana nodded, warning Saraki like this.

"Don't worry, I—"

"Be careful, Captain Saraki."

Unokana interrupted Saragi's words, and warned Saragi again.

Saraki put away his relaxed look, and it was the first time that Unoka put him on guard with two words of "be careful", that is to say... she might die!

He looked at the petite girl in front of him, wearing a modern sailor school uniform, no spiritual pressure leaked, not even imposing, but it gave off a very strange feeling.

How should I put it... well, I can't find the words to describe him, but he's just a weird guy.

"I have admired your name for a long time, the captain of the [-]th squad, Saraki Kenpachi."

"Do you know me? In other words, you are also from Aizen's side?"

"Don't confuse me with her. Her plan has nothing to do with me. My only purpose in coming here is to find Unohana Yachiryu."

Saraki narrowed his eyes, 'Unohana Yachiryu'... He hasn't heard this name mentioned for a long time.

Speaking these words from Qian Tongzi's mouth, he realized Qian Tongzi's extraordinaryness and knew a lot about 'Jianba'.

"I will be your opponent next."

Qian Tongzi's refusal was not allowed.

"It's ok, anyway, there is an extra eleventh sword eight, and the result will still not change."

Qian Tongzi seemed to be thinking about it, and quickly agreed to Saraki's proposal.

"Then hurry up and start. I won't show mercy just because you are a woman."

Saraki concentrated his attention with [-] points, and did not deal with the injury on his body, because this minor injury did not affect his performance at all, even though there were excellent medical staff here.

Thinking that he could fight another strong enemy, Saraki's blood boiled, which must have made him more excited than Neutra's battle.

"Before that, let's set up a secret battlefield first, because someone has specifically asked for it and doesn't like to attract attention."

Qian Tongzi held Zanpakuto, and a "line" appeared between her and Saraki. I don't know when this "line" appeared, but it cut the space perfectly and extended straight to an invisible end. .

"Hey, what is this? A new battle arena?"

Saraki and the others watched curiously or blankly, but Unokana's expression changed.

"Swastika——Heixia Shiyu·Xue kills Baiji!"

Chapter 110 The Battle of Karakura Town ([-])

Hot as hell, that is the oldest and most powerful Zanpakuto of the hot type - synonymous with flowing blade like fire.

The story about this knife has long been a legend commonly recognized in the world of corpses and souls.

Its user is Yamamoto Genryasai Shigekuni, the first captain of Gotei Thirteen Team, a thug who was once known as the "sword ghost".

For this familiar rumor, Qingli has heard it more than once, from the library of the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art, in the corridor of the Great Spirit Book, or from the mouths of the rest of the captains, without exception. Strong' name.

It's just that compared to the so-called "sword ghost", in the current cognition, Qingli is more willing to summarize Captain Yamamoto as a stubborn and cute old man.

Compared with the title of "Sword Demon" in the past, today's Captain Yamamoto is indeed a lovely old man who is too kind.

Even so, his fighting style is not gentle at all, on the contrary it is very rough and wild, which may have something to do with his temper. He looks calm and indifferent on the outside, but his heart is as hot and violent as a flame.

Such a true portrayal, in the final analysis, is just an ancient person who succumbed to the peace of the corpse and soul world in endless years, and restrained his absolute force.

Swinging the ancient blade, every blow was like a drum at dusk and a bell at dawn, shocking people and admiring its power. This was the first time that Qingli faced such a powerful force head-on.

She secretly admired that even if the former glory was erased by the years, she couldn't deny the fact that this Zanpakuto and the person who used it were still a strong man.

Facing such an admirable strongman, Qingli also didn't want to use tricks such as appearing in the mirror to play tricks on people. If she did so, she would lose more fun of fighting.

It's just far from being strong enough, and it hasn't reached the limit she can bear, and she can also see that Captain Yamamoto has reserved his own strength, and he has not shown the true power of this Zanpakutō.

There is only one reason why it cannot be shown, and that is that the completely liberated posture of this knife is too scary.

If it is said that the Zanpakuto 卍jie of the seventh Kenpachi Yashiki Kenpachi can swallow all living or non-living objects within the range of Shulingli in an instant, which is a range several times the size of Kuzacho.

Well, Captain Yamamoto's Swastika Qingli has heard that it is the ultimate power that can destroy the entire world, and it is a terrible hell that melts together with the world itself.

At that time, there is no need to talk about balance. No matter which world has problems in the world of corpses and souls, this world, or the virtual circle, it will definitely affect the balance of the other two worlds.

Commander Yamamoto's reason for restraining such a powerful force has also become incomparable. What's more, since the war with the Quincy a thousand years ago, Commander Yamamoto has basically used the first solution to fight in the millennium, rather than using the results of the battle. It deteriorates to the point of using the swastika.

That means destroying the world.

He has the same powerful ability as the soul king who is the cornerstone, and can determine the existence or non-existence of the soul world, the virtual circle, and the present world.

He has a strong body, an old face, and a long white beard under his jaw, which is tied with a purple belt. There is a diagonal cross scar on his right forehead, which adds a bit of fierceness.

The eyes were squinted and not fully opened, and the abnormal Reiatsu that distorted the space was released from his strong and old body.