Death: This Death is not serious

Cangzaki Mayu quietly held Unohana Retsu, sitting on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the bloody scene below and the continuous screams.

Blood and swords seemed to be dancing in the forest, which made the two perverts enjoy watching.

In comparison, the gangsters in the Zaraki District are indeed stronger than those in the Flower Withering District.

However, there are actually not many people who can really compare with captain-level strongmen such as Oni Yancheng and Zaraki.

Without professional training, most of them are still at the level of ordinary team members and low-level officers.

Facing a professional team of death gods led by the officer and holding Zanpakutō.

This group of so-called "big villains" had almost no resistance and could only be slaughtered.

The two chatted casually while enjoying this unique beauty.

After about a few dozen minutes, Cangzaki Mayu suddenly frowned and turned to look in the direction from which he came.

In that direction, a striking spiritual pressure was gradually approaching.

This spiritual pressure is extremely powerful, definitely belonging to the first-class spiritual power level.

Its momentum is sharp and aggressive, with a kind of madness and aggression.

However, despite the spiritual pressure being so powerful, it appears to be suppressed and powerless on the surface.

It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Over there... is it the direction of the Kusaka District? Did you find him?"

Unohana Retsu sat up from Aozaki Mayu's legs, looking in the direction of his sight, with excitement flashing in her eyes.

Getting closer and closer, even she could sense the spiritual pressure.

It was not unfamiliar, and she had never forgotten the spiritual pressure since that day.

Like a wild beast, crazy and violent.

It was the spiritual pressure of a monster.

"Who are you!"

"Stop, don't go any further!"

"Are you from the 79th District?"

"You are not our target! If you don't want to die, go back to the 79th District!"

Accompanied by a series of shouts, several soldiers from the 11th Division drew their swords and blocked the way.

They stared at the front with sharp eyes.

In their sight, a tall and thin man was walking towards them step by step.

The man had a messy long hair, a hideous scar on his left face, and his face looked very fierce.

He held a long sword in his hand, the guard was a three-dimensional polygon, the blade was slightly uneven, and the handle was wrapped with white cloth.

Even the slowest person could see that the sword was the Zanpakuto used by the god of death.

However, Seireitei had never officially issued Zanpakuto to Rukongai.

In this case, this man is very likely to have killed the god of death and obtained the Zanpakutō belonging to the god of death!

But what is surprising is that

this man who looks like he has killed countless people actually has a little girl with pink hair lying on his shoulder.

The girl seems to have no fear of the swords around her, and even clapped her hands with a smile.

It seems that she regards the bloody battle that is about to break out as an interesting game.

Two young men followed closely behind the long-haired man.

One of the young men had a round head, like a marble.

He had bright red eyeshadow on the corners of his eyes, and his narrow eyes flashed with unruly light.

The other one had medium-short hair and wore a purple yukata with red, green and green patterns.

They all looked at the Death Gods blocking their way, and the bald man raised his eyebrows:

"Hmm...it seems that those embarrassed guys are not lying, the Death Gods are indeed here."

"We are here on the orders of the Soul Society to punish the criminals in the Zaraki District. If you leave quickly, you will be spared!"

In the crowd, Izumo took a step forward and said with a frown.

"What?"

The visitors seemed to think they had heard the funniest joke in the world, and they all laughed.

Izumo's face became very ugly.

He didn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

But his kind reminder was met with ridicule, and even if he had a good temper, he couldn't bear the anger.

Just as he was about to step forward, a hand stopped him.

"Flowing water?" Izumo turned his head and looked in confusion.

"Be patient, Izumo."

Liushui looked straight ahead,

"Look at the man and the child in the lead, are they similar to the person that Master Mayuki said..."

After hearing Liushui's words, Izumo was stunned.

"I'll notify Master Mayuki right away."

"Hey! I heard that the captain of the Shinigami is here too, who is the captain?"

The bald man looked eccentric, raised his knife and asked the Shinigami one by one.

The soldiers looked at the bald man indifferently, and did not answer his question.

"That's right, you guys are so weak, you can't be the captain."

The bald man shook his head and looked atLooking at the other side of the Death God, he asked again:

"Hey, is there anyone among you who is the captain?"

The famous Death God was annoyed when he heard the rude question again and again.

How dare a little gangster from Rukongai act so presumptuous in front of them...

Does he really think that their battle squad is made of mud?

He clenched the long sword with both hands and glared at the bald man:

"What a joke, you bastard, a mere ronin dares to challenge the captain!?"

As he said, he stepped forward, raised the long sword, and pretended to chop at the bald man.

But before his blade fell, the bald young man suddenly rushed a few steps, then raised the sword and chopped at the Death God.

The speed of this sword was extremely fast. If it hit, it would probably cause considerable damage to the Death God.

At this critical moment, a hand suddenly appeared like lightning and accurately grabbed the bald man's face.

Then, the hand swung hard.

He actually smashed the bald man into the ground!

The bald man felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

He struggled to get up, but found that his body was completely powerless.

At this time, a cold voice came into his ears:

"Little ghost, you have some skills, but don't be too arrogant!"

The person who spoke was Liushui who had just made a move.

He looked at the bald man on the ground coldly, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"We are willing to talk to you nicely, but we are not afraid of you!"

At this time, the long-haired man carrying the little girl suddenly laughed and said:

"Oh... I didn't expect you to have some skills! Then let's start with you!"

"What!?"

Before Liushui could even finish his words, he saw a shabby long knife appear in front of him.

He only felt a strong breath of death coming towards him.

Then, his pupils shrank suddenly.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side!

With just one finger, he blocked the long sword coming straight at him!!

"It's Master Mazuki!"

"Captain is so strong!"

"It's so cool to catch a sword with bare hands, I want to learn it too!!"

The soldiers kept exclaiming, and Liushui came back to his senses.

Under Liushui's surprised gaze,

Aozaki Mazuki quickly kicked out and kicked the long-haired man hard in the stomach.

As the long-haired man flew backwards,

Aozaki Mazuki's left hand quickly stretched out like a dragon, grabbed the pink-haired little girl and held her in his hand.

"Master Mazuki!!"

Liushui couldn't help showing a grateful expression.

Master Mazuki actually saved him again!

This favor is really a lifetime repayment!

Aozaki Mazuki didn't look at him.

He just stared at the little girl in his hand, with a smile on his face.

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