[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The gushing liquid covered half of the unscrupulous smile, and covered the thin shoulders.

The unmoving smile on Lan Ran's face finally turned into a frown: "Captain Pingzi, do you know what blurring means to you?"

The light gray pupils flashed blankly blankly, and the blond man, who was enduring the dizziness gradually boiling deep in the skull cavity, chuckled softly in a hoarse voice: "Of course I know. Like them, if it were me... Ten lives would be dead but not alive. But, this just proves one point, doesn't it?" Pingzi held Ni Fu's left hand again as a rock, unshakable, "You didn't heal the void. The method of transformation, Soyousuke."

The calm and gentle words fell, and the cleverly concealed lies were exposed.Just like the day they first met, all the deceit, concealment, love, and betrayal were invisible from the very beginning, and that man saw everything in his eyes from the very beginning, but he was silent and silent from the beginning to the end. It's not ignorance, silence is not cowardice, it's just that when a sharp sword draws out of its sheath, it will drink the blood from the neck of the enemy's chieftain, Changfeng Mingdi vows to take the head of the general's head, lies only need to be exposed when they are exposed, that's all.

"Captain Pingzi won't because..."

"Who would gamble with their lives for something that can be obtained with their toes? I've done enough foolishness today." Hirako held down the gradually formed mask on his left face, and stepped forward aiming at the three of them. The weakest link in the group who is unable to hold a sword due to wrist injuries - Tosen Kaname.

"Shoot him, sharp gun." As if he had expected the target of Hirako's attack, Ichimaru Baozi on the other side of Aizen drew his knife, and the silver blade pierced through the air like the flexible fangs of a poisonous snake, and the target pointed straight up Hiyori, who was lying on the ground and comatose again, also made a clear-cut step to encircle Wei and save Zhao.

Pingzi's Shunbu posture of turning around to rescue is calm and unhurried. It is not so much a hasty disguise as a goshawk fighting a rabbit ready to go.

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At the very moment, Fox Ichimaru lifted the hilt of the knife and pushed aside the long knife that had already cut through the skirt of the Shiba suit, and the straight-extending blade of the sharp gun also pierced deeply into the soft body before piercing through the flesh and blood of the intended target because of the master's action. of dirt.

I don't know when the golden rope was wrapped again, and a dazzling arc was drawn in the air, rubbing the tip of Ichimaru Fox's ear and flying towards the hand of the blond man who fell slowly from the midair: "Yo~ Sure enough, even if the strength has temporarily improved, But it’s still a bit of a stretch to be one against three. But..." Standing in front of the scene of the corpse-strewn incident with his legs spread apart, although the author tried his best to praise that one man should be the gatekeeper and ten thousand men should not be opened The momentum is magnificent, but the rogue virtue of that hunched over and slanted shoulders, like a hooligan who hangs around and waits to die in the [-]th district of Liuhun Street, is basically discrediting the noble and beautiful title of Warrior. The blond captain rushed to his deputy The captain laughed provocatively, "Don't you want to fight me one last time?"

"Lord Aizen..." The loyal Dongxian loyal dog stepped forward, holding the sword in his left hand, "Please Mako Hirako..."

Aizen raised his right hand lightly to prevent Tōsen Kaname from asking for a job, but at the same time, his deep and gloomy eyes fell on the smiling three bends of the little fox Ichimaru, and his voice was soft and slow: "This is between me and Captain Heiko. thing, yes."

Aizen stepped forward without any hesitation, and the movement of drawing the knife out of the sheath was so neat and graceful that it could be included in "How to Pretend to Be Pretentious" and become a classic example for future generations to look up to.Under the moonlight, he looked at Pingzi with unprecedented tenderness in his light brown pupils, and his deep and mellow voice was unprecedentedly affectionate: "If death is unavoidable, then I will take your life with my own hands, Captain Pingzi."

"What a coincidence, I deleted the first half of the sentence, I thought so too, Soyousuke." Hirako grinned at the corners of his mouth, half of his face covered by a bone mask with clear lines, and the upward arc was like a curved dagger cutting relentlessly The past is past.

Then, the swords were handed over, the gold and iron rang, and the chief and deputy captains of the Fifth Division finally faced each other with swords on this night. In the misty moonlight and the shadows of the whirling trees, whose past will be buried and whose silence will eventually be forgotten?

As the weapons intersected, the dragon chant Qingyue, fists □ □ punched continuously, and the muffled sound of limbs touching was heard intermittently.

Pingzi must spare strength when swinging a knife, and be especially careful when blocking a sudden change of direction; Lanran must have a back move when fighting, and pay special attention to staying close to the ghost when fighting.

Ping Zibai fights unreasonably, and he is especially careful of all kinds of crooked moves when he gets close; Lan Ran is fast and dexterous, and pays special attention to stealing back to make up the knife during the fight.

They have faced each other day and night for nearly a hundred years, and confronted each other thousands of times. They are the most unfamiliar captains and vice captains, because no one has fully known the truth hidden behind the fog of the other party; The most familiar captain and deputy captain, because even the slightest expression changes in the corners of the brows and eyes cannot escape the eyes of the other party who are always watching each other.

"This kind of fight is really boring." With one knife, he cut off Lan Ran's slanting blade, and Pingzi slashed at Lan Ran's waist with a backhand, and was pushed away from the target without any suspense by Jinghua Shuiyue, "We are two I have been playing ping-pong-pong in the training ground for so many years, but I never thought that when it comes to life and death, I would be less creative than in the training ground.”

Aizan raised his right leg in a regular manner and gave Pingzi a kick, without any suspense, he kicked the air decisively, and Pingzi's hob meat stuck to Aizen's right leg and rolled behind him in a few steps, and raised his wrist with his backhand. The blade of the knife flashed a heart-piercing cold light, and it approached the back of Lan Ran's head. There was a shock between the wrists, and the light of the knife flickered. At that time, under the instigation of the master, a third party stepped in and took over the passionate and unrestrained kiss, the most important thing is the deadly kiss: "To each other, you seem to have suddenly run out of inspiration today, and you are not as skillful as usual."

In the too narrow space, the two turned around to face each other, and once again coincidentally gave up the chopping technique that requires space to play, fists, feet, knees and elbows together, lightning, stone, fire, rabbits up and down, moving between the two paths Reiatsu, whose figure is gradually rising, is entangled with each other in the purest and most direct way. In the continuous collision again and again, they scatter in all directions, illuminating the indifferent faces in each other's eyes. The sound of the disk was long and long, breaking the original silence in the dense forest at night.

"Ah, ah, as expected of Captain Hirako-san~ I can fight against Vice-Captain Aizen for such a long time without losing the wind." The silver-haired little fox held the mini watermelon knife in his arms and looked at it from the ground to the sky. , and hit the tree from the sky again, ignoring the entangled black and white silhouettes coming and going, and grinning with a particularly malicious smile, "But, I don't know what the two of you think, it seems that you both have reservations. Obviously there is There are many opportunities to kill the opponent, but they are inexplicably merciful at critical moments."

"Sooner or later, Mako Hirako will dissipate because of his illusory soul. There is no need for Aizen-sama to fight him to the detriment of both."

"Ah, isn't this even more strange?" The largest of the three bends was unconsciously pulled into a solemn straight line due to a difficult problem, "Captain Pingzi couldn't survive, why did he act like Are you more afraid of getting hurt than vice-captain Aizen?"

Stepping back and forth among the vertical and horizontal branches, the figures of you chasing each other returned to the sky above the initial battle, raised your elbows and raised your knees, pressed your wrists and punched, you locked my fists and I grabbed your knees, who among you The two of you and me are once again in a state of unsolvable confrontation.The clearer the texture of Hirako's quilt, the more eccentric the taste of the mask. The face that was split in two passed an ambiguous smile, and the next moment, the idle right hand touched Aizen's left arm with the armband gently, and the scarlet Reiatsu Slowly gathering and compressing in the palm, the scorching and bursting spiritual power slowly condensed into the cold mania unique to the residents of the virtual circle.

The condensed Reiatsu rubbed against the loose sleeves of the Shiba outfit, pierced through several flying branches and leaves, and cut off the white tie of the armband representing the status of the vice-captain of the Fifth Division.

"Hey~" The warm breath is like a dexterous tip of the tongue licking the soft earlobe of Aizen hidden behind the temple hair, the familiar Kansai accent vibrates the thin eardrum deep in the tunnel with a familiar banter, "Fireworks Does it look good, Soyousuke?"

The low-hanging and shy silhouettes of horse drunkenness flowers are looming behind the fluttering snow-white belts, and the small falling wood chips are helplessly crawling among the soft and rich fallen leaves.It was once an armband that some unreliable blond captain jokingly threw on his chest one afternoon in the hot sun, and now the same person casually snatched it from his arm with the same playful gesture An armband that bears all encounters.

The staggered figures in mid-air followed the falling armbands and fell from the sky. Hirako slapped Lan Ran's shoulder with a palm, and with the reaction force from the palm, he opened the distance and turned over and landed. In the bright sky, the man with flying feathers looked sideways at the depths of the shadows of trees beside him, and his Kansai accent was oily and slippery: "Ah, ah, a guy who is late even to save people is finally here." I'm here, Kisuke."