The intense spiritual pressure and magic collided with each other, making the entire arena seem to sink to the bottom of the sea, whether it was the mews watching the battle or the contestants preparing to fight to the death in the center of the arena, they were all overwhelmed by these two powerful forces. Everyone's horrified eyes looked at one of the entrances to the arena, and they were surprised that there was another guy who was on par with the Black Death in terms of aura!

Joan of Arc's magic caused the pressure exerted on Fan Lu to drop sharply with a blow from Kujou Rin, and after a few seconds, the three finally appeared in the stands of the arena.

As soon as their eyes froze, the eyes of the three of them were immediately attracted by the black throne directly opposite. On the throne, there was a lazy figure sitting, and the appearance hidden under the pitch-black cloak was not real, but the hairstyle that stretched outward like a sunflower, and a small bell tied to each hair corner still made Fan Lu's eyes widen, especially when he turned his gaze and saw the broken sword inserted next to the throne, what he thought in his heart was more certain.

"It's!! …… The captain of the eleventh team, the ghost of the battle who is obsessed with fighting, Kenpachi of the wood!! ”

The moment the surprised voice fell, the figure on the throne raised its head, revealing a hideous face with an eye patch, and at this moment, the spiritual pressure acting on the space became more and more violent, causing the rest of the people present except for Fan Lu and the three to completely fall to their knees!

"Yo, there is someone in this world who can recognize me. Boy, you're an outsider, aren't you? ”

“……”

Looking at Jian Eight in front of him in disbelief, Fan Lu's clenched teeth showed the fear in his heart.

If Fan Lu has a choice, then compared to the guy in front of him, he would rather go back and face the previous Winter Lion. Although the guy in front of him is in the position of captain, he can't solve it, he can't do ghosts, and he doesn't even know the swordsmanship that ordinary Grim Reaper can do, but this doesn't prevent him from becoming the most capable Grim Reaper in the entire Grim Reaper world!

The word "Sword Eight" was originally not a specific name for anyone, but a name, and it was the title of the Grim Reaper, who had the strongest combat effectiveness in the entire Thirteen Guardian Teams. The inheritance of this name is quite bloody, if you want to inherit this name and lead the eleventh team, which was born specifically for battle, you must defeat the previous generation of Kenpachi, and because each generation of Kenpachi has a strong personality, this "down" basically means "killing"!

And the man in front of him was originally just a nameless god of death in the corpse soul realm, but after he easily slashed the previous generation of Kenpachi under the sword, the name "Gengmu Kenpachi" rose rapidly in the corpse soul realm.

In addition to Fan Lu's frightening, Hei Joan of Arc, who had been able to calm down in the face of Winter Shilang before, also had a solemn face at this time.

"This guy...... It's not the same white-haired teenager as before. ”

"Of course it's different! Even if the two Winter Lion Lang were thrown in front of him, it wasn't enough for him to cut it, this guy was a living fighting machine, a fighting ghost! I didn't expect the Black Death to be referring to this guy. ”

Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, Fan Lu asked.

"Your Excellency Kenpachi, are you, like the Winter Shilang, also reduced to a lackey of the Heterogeneous One?!"

After looking at Hei Joan of Arc for a moment, Kenpachi looked at Fan Lu, and then said lazily.

"So you've already seen that kid, and you were able to come out alive because of this woman next to you? Interesting, haha, interesting! But I don't like what you say, the reason why I help those heterogeneous people in your mouth is just to be able to cut a good one, and if the woman next to you is willing to fight with me with all her might, let me help you! ”

Scold!

The blade that had been completely severed was pulled out suddenly, and holding the oversized sword in one hand, Kenba's burly body stood up, and the black robe fell to the ground, revealing his body covered with scars.

"Well, let's have a fight, woman!"

"Cut...... Put away your fangs, wild dog, I don't want to fight with you, but if you continue to go crazy, I don't mind burning you to ashes! ”

"Hehe......"

Carrying the sword, Kenpachi smiled at the battle.

"Come, unleash your flames, or at least scorch my skin, woman!"

Rumble!

The spiritual pressure was agitated, and Kenpachi, who was still on the throne, suddenly disappeared, and then a sword light that crushed the air slashed down violently from above Black Joan of Arc!

Boom!

The sword stretched out, steading the sword down the crotch, and the exaggerated force immediately dented the area where Joan of Arc was standing, and cobweb-like cracks filled the ground. One blow failed, and the smile on Kenpachi's face was even worse, and the crazy slashes kept coming, and one knife was faster than the other, and one knife was heavier than the other!

After slanting a glance at Fan Lu, who was standing beside him, Hei Joan of Arc bit his silver teeth.

Bite!

With a sword swinging away from the sword in front of him, Black Joan of Arc's figure flashed, appearing in the center of the arena, and then glanced at the two mews who were stunned in place and were originally the protagonists of today's arena. Where did the two mews dare to stay, and immediately crawled out of the arena.

"Wild dog, you're playing with fire!"

"yes, I'm playing with fire, come on, let's hack each other, hahaha!!"

The furious attack continued, and the Kenpachi in front of him was like a killing machine, not caring about the blades that were slashed at his body, as if those wounds and blood could excite him even more, and he only knew that one by one he would slash at the Black Joan of Arc in front of him!

The spiritual power is stirring, the magic power is rising, and the sand and stones are flying in the arena, and the sparks are splashing everywhere.

Rumble!

A look of annoyance flashed across Joan of Arc's face, and the already powerful magic fluctuations climbed again, and then the spear swept away, and a large area of flames suddenly ignited in front of Black Joan of Arc, and with the strength of the rage, it turned into a tornado of flames, encircling the sword eight times.

Airplanes!

Joan of Arc's attack didn't stop there. The pitch-black magic spear was summoned one after another, and then pierced into the fire tornado with the sound of breaking wind, bringing with it the sound of flesh being pierced.

The flames were extinguished, the spear turned to dust, and the Kenpachi in front of him was also covered in bruises, and the smell of burning emanated from the flesh.

"Kill yourself!"

Glancing coldly at Kenpachi, who was already standing, Joan of Arc's voice was cold. But when she noticed a satisfied smile under the charred flesh, a drop of cold sweat ran down her forehead.

From the battle with the Winter Lion Lang to the present, Black Joan of Arc has never been replenished with magic power, and after completing the blow just now, the dizziness of the lack of magic power has surged up again, and now she is not conducive to a long battle.

"Hehehe...... Hahahaha!! It's a guy who can fight that kid from Winter Shilang, woman, you should be able to make me have a good time, right? ”

Sting!

The blindfold that had been covering Kenpachi's face was ripped off, revealing his other hideous eye.

And this scene in front of him also shocked Fan Lu, who was fighting in front of him.

"Miss Joan of Arc, be careful, this guy is going to get serious!!"

In the world of death, in order to enjoy the thrill of fighting, Kenpachi will add various constraints to himself, one is the bell in his hair, because the bell is tied, his actions will be accompanied by sound, which will give the opponent time to react, and the second is the previous blindfold, this thing was made for him by the Corpse Soul Realm Technology Development Bureau, specifically to suppress the seal of his spiritual pressure, and Kenpachi with the blindfold can only exert half of his usual strength, and now it ......

Rumble ......

As the blindfold was lifted, the area centered on the arena shook violently, like a massive earthquake. The powerful spiritual pressure turned into substance at this time, and the golden spiritual power visible to the naked eye continued to circulate on Jian Ba's body, and finally condensed into a golden skull phantom behind him.

"Yo, woman, give it your all, and don't die until I'm happy!"

The sword was raised high, and the earth-shattering blow was slashed at the solemn face of Black Joan of Arc again!