"you···"

"Let's keep the nonsense later. Let's fight with me first!"

Gengmu Jianba roared wildly, with a look of almost crazy on his face. He suddenly pulled out his zanpakura, which looked like a serrated serration, and raised it high. At the same time, a golden spiritual pressure suddenly burst out from him, tearing the cloak that was draped on his body, and even the broken room beside him was shattered by the violent spiritual pressure, turning into debris flying.

The more Mu Jian Ba ​​slashed down, and this sword was definitely the most dazzling sword that Mu Yang had seen in recent years. It was as if the world was about to change color when slashed down. The Zanpakura, which was swung rapidly, seemed to cut the air.

Muyang Kimura turned slightly, and the knife wiped Muyang Kimura's body and fell down. Muyang Kimura could even faintly feel the tingling sensation of the raging spiritual pressure cutting his skin.

"Boom~~"

Gengmu Jianba slashed on the ground with the violent spiritual pressure spread like mercury. Wherever the hot spiritual pressure passed, everything seemed to be burned. The abandoned broken house around Gengmu Jianba suddenly melted in Gengmu Jianba's spiritual pressure. The dispersed spiritual pressure formed a circle around Gengmu Jianba and Muyang Mumura. Even Caolu Baqianliu was isolated from the outside by Gengmu Jianba's spiritual pressure.

"Xiao Jian seems very excited. She has never seen Xiao Jian so excited." Cao Lu Baqianliu stayed outside, looking at Gengmu Jianba with a crazy smile on her face, and murmured. During the period when she followed Gengmu Jianba, she had never seen Gengmu Jianba so excited.

Muyang Kimura glanced around and frowned slightly. As soon as he got up, he was so intense, and then his brows loosened. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be even more Mu Jianba.

"Okay, let's call first."

"Swish~~" Muyang Kimura pulled out his Zanpakura and swung his void. A strong wind suddenly blew up, scattering the spiritual oppression of Gengmu Jianba around him. It is not a good thing to allow the opponent's spiritual pressure to surround him during the battle.

Seeing Mu Yang Kimura's simple wave of his hand and suppressing his spirit, a light burst out from Mu Jianba's eyes: "Haha~~ This is you, and only in this way can I enjoy the pleasure of fighting better!"

"Hmph~" Muyang Kimura smiled slightly, held the knife in one hand, placed it horizontally in front of him. Then he moved his hand and saw a wave of sword light shaking, and two slashes slashed towards Gengmu Jianba in a cross shape.

Seeing the power contained in these two slashes, Mu Jianba's eyes lit up. Instead of avoiding it, he looked excited, raised the Zanpakura in his hand, shouted loudly, and slashed down suddenly against Mu Yang's attack.

"Boom~~~"

The two of them collided with each other, and suddenly aroused a violent collision. The bursting energy dissipated, turning the only few broken houses around into ashes. The people who had previously hid there had already run far away, looking at Mu Yang Kimura and Jianba Kimura standing in the center of the explosion with fear on their faces.

The raised dust blocked Muyang Kimura's vision. He glanced at the smoke around him. Muyang Kimura's expression remained unchanged. Although his vision was blocked, Muyang Kimura was not panicked at all. Even if his eyes couldn't see clearly, he could still easily grasp the movements of Kuan Sword Eight. After all, his unique spiritual pressure attracted attention like a lantern in the night.

A slash cut through the smoke and dust and slashed at Muyang Kimura's back. His arms turned slightly and his feet did not move. The Zanpakura in his hand drew a curve, with his backhand behind him, just rightly blocking the slash from Gengmu Jianba.

With a force on his hand, Muyang Kimura pushed away, but Muyang Kimura did not pursue the victory. His purpose was to fight with Kengmu Miya, hoping to regain his reaction speed and combat awareness in the fierce battle. It was not for victory, and the outcome had no meaning to him.

Moreover, if Mu Jianba had only this level of strength, it would have disappointed him too much. This level would not make him feel stressed, let alone exercise in battle.

“Ha~”

Just as Mu Yang of Kimura was thinking, Mu Jianba had already offset Mu Yang's strength and raised his knife to slash him again. Not only was there no frustration on his face, but he seemed even more excited.

“Ha~~ha~~”

"Dangdangdangdangdang~~~~"

Mu Jianba seemed like a madman. The Zanpakura in his hand was as fast as a knife. Each knife was powerful and powerful, as if he was tirelessly attacking Muyang Kimura crazily.

Although Gengmu Jianba's attack was fierce, Muyang Kimura's reaction was not as ignited as fireworks. The Zanpakura in his hand was simply blocked left and right. No matter how fast Gengmu Jianba's attack was, it was easily resolved by Muyang Kimura's Zanpakura in his hand, looking relaxed and freehand, and even his feet were moved within a small range, making him look at ease.

"Gengmu, you won't have only such strength."

Easily resisting the attack of Gengmu Jianba, Muyang Kimura even spoke.

"Hmm?" Gengmu Jianha paused. At this moment, the blade of the Zanpakura in Muyang Kimura's hand deflected, and passed through Gengmu Jianha's Zanpakura, and then a dazzling sword light flashed.

"Puff~~"

A bunch of blood spurted out from Gengmu Jianba's chest, and Muyang Kimura's feet slight, quickly distanced himself from Gengmu Jianba to prevent the blood from spraying on him.

"Huh?" Mu Jianba was stunned at first, then a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face. He reached out to touch his chest and sent the blood stained on his hands into his mouth. The expression on his face seemed even more violent.

"So that's it..." Gengmu Jianba reached out and pulled off the torn shirt, "I almost forgot that you are not those fragile miscellaneous people. My subordinates always unconsciously regained some force, but now it seems that you are indeed you. I can finally let go of my hands and feet and fight again."

“Ha~~”

Gengmu Jianba held up the Zanpakura and rushed towards Muyang Kimura. It was still a constant attack method, but Muyang Kimura felt a hint of alertness in his heart. From Gengmu Jianba's Zanpakura on Muyang Kimura's Zanpakura, Muyang Kimura felt a huge threat. Although it was still a broken blade as usual, Muyang Kimura felt that it was the sharpest blade.

The Zanpakura in his hand rose from bottom to top, and the two swords collided violently. Muyang Kimura's fingers trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the Zanpakura in his hand. The power that came from the Zanpakura this time was incomparable to the previous one.

Huh~~

Muyang Kimura was still amazed at the powerful slash of Gengmu Sword Eight this time, and a howling wind could be heard in his ears. It turned out that just as Muyang Kimura was distracted, Gengmu Sword Eight's next attack had arrived.

Before his eyes could be seen, Muyang Kimura's Zanpakura had already felt a faint stinging sensation from his face. Although the blade had not reached its body, the sword pressure generated when he swung the knife had already caused Muyang Kimura's pores to spread, and a breath of death came.

He suddenly leaned back, and the moment Muyang Kimura leaned back, Gengmu Jianba's Zanpakura almost cut across Muyang Kimura's nose. The pressure generated by the blade passing through the air made Muyang Kimura feel the pain of his eyes being stabbed.

With his arm turned around, he inserted the Zanpakura into the ground. Muyang Kimura held the Zanpakura with his palm, twisted his waist, and gushed the wind under his feet, and he kicked Gengmu Jianba who had no time to close the knife.

Gengmu Jianba's sword was useless and there was no time to withdraw the knife. Mu Yang from Kimura had already kicked him, but he heard the sound of a thrust into the air. Gengmu Jianba knew that this kick would never be light, and he had to raise his left arm in a hurry.

"Bang~"

With one kick on his hand, Mu Jianba felt a powerful force hit, and his body was kicked out involuntarily.

Rolling on the ground for a few times, Mu Jianba squatted down, shook his still sore arm. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a slash break through the air.

With a wave of the Zanpakura in his hand, he easily took the slash. Gengmu Jianba was wondering why this slash was so weak, and he felt a sword light coming immediately afterwards. Although he had not hit him yet, the sharp aura on the blade had already changed his color. As soon as he blocked the Zanpakura in his hand, the sword light had already arrived. The Zanpakura in his hand and Muyang's attack in his hand collided, Gengmu Jianba felt a trembling in his hand.

Before he could recover from the attack just now, he heard a "sneer" sound, and Mu Jianba's heart was thumping. He didn't have time to think too much. He just followed his intuition to one side of his head, and then a blade passed through his ears and slashed onto his shoulders, taking away a bunch of blood.

Just as he was attacked, Mu Jianba didn't think about it, and without thinking, he slashed the Zanpakura in his hand, and slashed behind him with a lightning speed.

Muyang Kimura succeeded in one blow, but he still did not retreat. He just pulled back the Zanpakura in his hand quickly, and turned his wrist to instantly block Gengmu Jianba's counterattack.
Chapter completed!