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Soul Soul Realm, the outskirts of Liuhun Street.

Few people would come here, and at the same time, it was also a place where Xu frequently appeared... surrounded by wilderness, gravel, occasional trees, and crazily growing grass.

The captains of the two Gotei thirteen teams came here wearing haori.

The captain of the Fourth Division—Uno Hanaretsu.

The captain of the 11th team - two ceremonies.

The spiritual pressure released by the two of them is enough to make people leave here spontaneously. It can be said that there are no living things around...

except for one—

Uzhihualie glanced at the man who was standing on the cliff watching the battle here, then turned his head to look at Ershi standing opposite him: "Is this okay?"

"What?"

"Our battle is not suitable for people to watch the battle."

"Ah... What Kazumi said doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't get in the way."

"......Yeah."

hum—

The next moment, Uozhihualie spread his spiritual pressure without any scruples, glanced at Liangyi and Mi who hadn't changed much, and then paused for a moment before turning his attention to Liangyi: "Indeed, look It turns out that he does have such an ability, so, can you use me to suppress the spiritual pressure to the same level as yours to fight?"

"Ha, there's no need for that kind of thing." Two Rites pulled out the Zanpakuto from his waist and said, "You just need to chop it over—"

She and the other captains also said the same thing, but... the result is clear at a glance, right?

This sentence is useless at all!

"Really, then I will use all my strength." Unozhihuaretsu also pulled out his Zanpakuto: "If you think I need to suppress the spiritual pressure, then there is no need to fight this battle, you Do you think I will be merciful when facing Jianpachi?"

"No, this is good, it is better to say that this is the highest!"

The two rituals threw away the captain's haori, and the mood rose instantly.

That's right, this is fighting!

This is what she has been looking forward to!

"The captain is going to preach again..." Looking at the haori that fell on the ground, and the word "eleven" on it, there was a trace of nostalgia in Unohanaretsu's eyes, but it soon disappeared. went.

feeling changed—

At this time, standing in front of the two rituals was not the gentle captain of the fourth division, Unohana Yachiryu, but the founder of the eleventh division thousands of years ago, the great villain of the soul world. !

 …

Buzz!

"What's the matter? Kenpachi?" On the back of Saraki Kenpachi, Kusaka Yachiryu said suspiciously looking at the profile of Saraki Kenpachi who suddenly stopped.

"It's her...that woman..." Kenpachi Zaragi opened his mouth, showing a smile like a ghost: "Haha——! That guy, that guy! Let's go, Yachiryu. Let's fight Already!"

"Yeah! I got it, Xiaojian!" Caolu Yaqianliu smiled: "Xiaojian looks very happy now~"

"That's right, very happy...very happy—"

As he said that, he also unscrupulously exuded his spiritual pressure, and ran towards the direction of the spiritual pressure he felt.

 …

Zizi——

The collision between the blades formed countless sparks.

The collision between the Reiatsu formed a blade-like hurricane.

'Good weight-'

The hands of the two rituals trembled, trembling—

The strength of the sword in Uzhihua's hand was beyond her imagination, and she felt as if her whole body was about to be crushed with just a clang.

Flutter—

The clothes on the shoulders were torn, and the two men took a step back, but no blood flowed out.

The battle between the two also stopped.

Unohana Yachiryu looked at his Zanpakutō and Ryoshiri's shoulder: "Is this your ability?"

"Ability?" Ryoshi frowned, touched his left shoulder, where there should have been a wound cut by Unohana Yachiryu... that sword, Ryoshi saw it, but Did not escape.

To be exact, it cannot be avoided.

The body didn't respond!

At this time, although the clothes were torn, there were no wounds.

"This is... He Mi!" Liang Yi turned around and looked at Liang Yi He Mi who was on the cliff beside him and said, "You did it, right? Take it back!"

"No, I have everything... I know." Looking at the face of the two rituals, Ryogi and Mi sighed, his Zanpakutō has been in a liberated state, and the ability is connected with the two rituals.

When the two rituals were hacked just now, somewhere underground, there was a crack on the shoulders of the two bodies of Liangyi and Mi. Healed before the blood flowed out.

If he maintains this form, he can feel at ease even if the two rituals and Unohana Yachiryu go to fight.

but...

"come back."

The slightest air flow emerged from Liang Yi's body, and then merged into the Zanpakuto at Liang Yi and Mi's waist: "Okay, now my ability is released... But, Shiki..."

"Ah, it's okay." Liang Ri smiled and turned back, the Zanpakuto in his right hand slashed **** his left shoulder without hesitation, blood flowed out from the wound, watching the strike without hesitation, without any hesitation. The amount of bleeding without hesitation... The corners of Liangyi and Mi's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

"Then, go ahead."

Listening to the words in the air of the two rituals, Unohana Yachiryu smiled slightly: "I see...is that why you became Kenpachi?"

"Again, I'm Shiki-Ryoshi, not Kenpachi, this name is too ugly!"

Chi-

The sword blade slashed, Unohana Yachiryu looked at the two rituals and said: "Indeed... the name Kenpachi is too early for you. Although you have that awareness, you don't have that power. "

"Well..."

Just now... Didn't respond again?

Two rituals clutched her chest, blood flowed out from the kimono, and she didn't react at all, if she didn't retreat at all, she would lose her combat power at this moment...

too fast-

Strength, speed, all above her.

but...

"I heard from the captain." Unohana Yachiryu walked towards the two ceremonies step by step, and at the same time, the Reiatsu gave people a stronger feeling: "Your sword is a magic sword against people, and it seems that it hasn't been used properly until now. Show it, you used the sword of death before... let me see, your sword."

"My sword...Okay, then, let me show you."

The two rituals used spiritual pressure to suppress the flow of blood from the wound and said, "Then, watch—"