"Do you really think so? Counterattack?"

Opposite Chunshui, a Mie-Chee said calmly. Even if he knew that Death could use Bankai, he was not panicked at all, as if it was just a trivial thing. He just fell in love with the Internet...

"Oh, I almost forgot. You, Master Mie Ke, also has the ability to compare with the Death God Bankai. If I remember correctly, would you call me, right?"

"It seems that you know a lot. I don't know which guy with a stern mouth leaked the news."

He has short white hair, beard, framed eyes on his face, a breasted coat, and a suit with a tie. Although his face looks a little old, the aura emitted by himself should not be underestimated. Moreover, Kyora Harumizu knew that guys like this must have extremely rich combat experience, which was very difficult to deal with.

"However, no matter how much you know, it will not have any impact on the final result. The result of this battle was destined at the beginning, and you God of Death will eventually withdraw from the stage of history!"

Suddenly he raised his hand, and a ray of spiritual light shot out from the white pistol in his hand, and a thirteenth team guarding the courtyard died on the spot.

"If I'm not wrong, this god of death will come to give you pills that can prevent Bankai from being taken away."

"Yes, but your reaction was really fast enough. It was really a waste of life for the team members."

"What a pity."

"What?"

"In your eyes, is this reaction considered fast?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a divine light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the elderly Mie Keshi. Jing Le Chunshui felt that a flash of his eyes was shining, and Mie Keshi's figure had already shook behind him.

His face was calm and he was not panicked at all. Kyora Harumiya moved his feet, his body suddenly twisted, and his arm swung. The Zanpakura in his hand swung back.

A trace of spiritual light flashed under his feet, and Mie Keshi's body instantly bypassed. Kyū's slashing slashed his clothes, and the other party's figure appeared in front of Kyū's slash again.

"Oh, I thought I could get it, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

Holding his Zanpakura in his hand, Kyora Harumiya's old face showed a hint of helplessness. Unexpectedly, when the war began, he encountered such a troubled guy, it was really impossible for people to be happy.

"Yeah?"

The corners of his mouth were slightly pulled up. Mie Keshi seemed to want to make some expression, but in the end he just spit out two words. Then he moved his feet and his body disappeared from Kyung Le Chunshui's sight again.

"It's not okay to always play a routine, Mr. Mie Queshi."

Although he said this and his tone was a little contemptuous, Kyora Harumizu had no slackness in his eyes. As a master who had experienced many battles, he would never make such a mistake. Under his actions, there must be a deeper intention.

Retreat, swing the knife, follow. Swipe the knife again.

While dealing with the opponent's Mie Keishu, Kyora Harumiya was alert and at the same time, he divided his mind to sense the situation in the court. Now, not only Ichigo Kurosaki, but also the captains of the third, fifth and ninth teams can also use Bankai. This is definitely a great excitement for the corpse soul world.

After another round, a ray of light suddenly flashed in Mie Keshi's eyes. The light flashed under his feet, and the speed increased several times in an instant. Moreover, his body kept flashing. Even with the eyes of Kyoto Chunshui, he could not accurately grasp the other party's movements for a while.

My head suddenly became cold, and a sense of extreme danger appeared in Jingle Chunshui's mind. Jingle Chunshui's heart suddenly felt something was wrong, and her feet moved and her body turned around, but the feeling of danger was lingering in her heart.

"The Steps of God!!"

Bang--

The pistol in Miekishi's hand pointed at Kyoto Chunshui's head and shot it out.

"Ghost, white!"

A trace of white flashed from the corner of his eyes, and a wise light flashed in Kyora Chunshui's eyes. He said softly, and suddenly waved the one in his hand.

Tick-

A drop of bright red blood dripped from Kyōra Chunshui's earlobe. Although he turned his head to the last moment, the enemy's attack still scratched his ears and left a scar on his body.

puff--

A obvious scar appeared on Mie Keshi's chest and abdomen, and blood kept ejaculating out of his wound.

Covering his abdomen with one hand, blood dripping from his fingers. Mie Keshi left Jingle Chunshui from afar, and looked at the other person with a hint of obscure fear!!?

"Oh, it's really amazing. Is this your enlightenment of Master Mie Ke?"

Looking at Mie Keshi on the opposite side, Kyung Le Chunshui said. It was completely different from his smiling face. There was no smile in his eyes, and he was completely indifferent.

"This is a war! You should clearly realize when you start your action. Since it is a war, there will inevitably be someone to sacrifice. This person may be anyone, and of course it may be you and me. If you do not have the awareness of death, it is best not to join the battlefield at the beginning!"

"The awakening of death? I have already had that kind of thing!"

As if he wanted to hide his uneasiness, Mie Keshi shouted out of control! His roaring posture formed a sharp contrast with his straight clothes.

"hehe."

Kyora Harumiya chuckled, as if he was disdainful of the other party's reaction, but he focused his attention on the pair of light wings behind the other party. They were wings composed of spiritual sons, emitting violent spiritual son fluctuations. It was precisely because of the appearance of the pair of wings that the other party's speed instantly increased.

"This must be what I call it."

Although it was a question, Kyora Harumiya's tone was extremely certain, and he obviously recognized the moves used by Master Mie.

“That’s right!”

"Oh, I said that after fighting for so long, I haven't reported my identity to each other yet. It's just a rude thing, so I'll do it first."

With a faint smile on his face, Jing Le Chunshui looked at Mie Keshi opposite him.

"Captain of the Eighth Division of the 13th Team of the Guating Court, Jingle Chunshui!"

"Knights of Star Cross, Robert Ajutroon!"

"Robert is it? Then, it's your turn, let's talk about a color."

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"Hahahaha, what a fool! I know we can seize the Bankai, but I dare to do it. Since that's the case, I'll accept your Bankai without hesitation!"

A tyrannical smile appeared on his face, and Dolisk took out a metal disc from his waist, and a ball of black substance suddenly appeared, wrapping Kurosaki Ichigo's body.

Bang-

"What's going on!"

Looking at the black curtain scattered in front of him, a look of incredible flashed across Dolisk's face. Why can't he seize Ichigo Kurosaki's Bankai?

"Do you think I would be so brainless that I knew I would be taken away, but I still use Bankai? My Bankai, you Master Killer, can't control it!"

Kurosaki Ichigo's body suddenly appeared in front of Dolisk. A black windbreaker made a rustling sound under the gust of wind. His cold face was full of determination. He held his Zanpakura tightly with his hands. A black spiritual pressure wrapped around his Zanpakura. The stimulating spiritual pressure made Dolisk change his color in horror.

"Crescent moon rush!!!"

The Zanpakura in his hand suddenly swung down, and a powerful slash was slashing at Dolisk. The black crescent moon seemed to be about to split the entire world in half. The spiritual pressure soared into the sky made everyone in the Jingling Court look at him.

"Tsk—, that guy Ichigo really loves to show off."

Mako Hirako turned her head slightly and glanced at the spiritual pressure column that was soaring into the sky. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she was relieved and helpless.

"Let's hurry up, Taozi, otherwise the limelight will be snatched away by others."

After saying to the adjutant Hinamori behind him, Mako Hirako suddenly accelerated her pace and rushed in one direction. There was a powerful spiritual pressure over there that was wantonly destruction, and there was not a violent explosion, which really made him care. (To be continued)

ps:ps1: Happy National Day everyone~~~

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Chapter completed!