With the passage of time, the coolness of the night is completely dispelled... Under the warm sun, the flames on the body of the last witch hunting king also began to gradually dim.

The temperature, which even distorted the air, became less threatening... Then His body began to shrink slowly.

"Head... Heart... Just be careful not to get killed by a single hit."

Sand... The shoes on the soles of his feet grazed the yellow earth, and under the cover of hunting the witch king, Kiyowa looked around in a panic as he moved.

"Imp... Die!"

Silently following Qinghe, the lizard was empty, feeling the spiritual pressure on Qinghe's body... It was waiting, waiting for the moment when the flame monster disappeared: at that time, the other party would no longer have any way to hurt itself.

Crash... The spiritual power was no longer enough to support Qinghe, who hunted the king of witches, and the moment he disappeared, his whole body tensed!

Swish! The sound of the wind breaking through the air appeared, and Kiyowa's left leg was pierced... This guy is so cautious: this time, there is no doubt that he is testing whether he really has the ability to resist.

The severe pain made Qinghe almost fall to his knees, but he still stubbornly held on... A lizard void appeared in the void, and the scarlet mouth grinned in horror - it was so excited that the young Grim Reaper would soon be its own food.

Poof... The right leg was also done by the other party: this made the killing intent in Qinghe's heart skyrocket.

No wonder there is no reconciliation between death and emptiness - these monsters without "hearts", although they are transformed from humans, are already completely two extremes.

This time, the lizard's tongue did not retract, so it wrapped around Qinghe's right leg, dragged a long scratch on the yellow earth, and brought it to its side.

Tick, tick... Sticky saliva dripped on Qinghe's body: "Little ghost, you have too little combat experience." If you run in the first place, you might survive. ”

Lizard Xu, who is a good teacher in the posture of a victor, does not notice that Kiyowa pressed his finger on the initial page of truth.

Looking at the eyes losing focus, numb Qinghe... Lizard Void finally couldn't help it: this little guy had been played badly.

The next moment, the lizard with its mouth wide open bit towards Qinghe's head, and the heat wave that melted everything hit again.

The witch hunter who appeared immediately used his arm to block the lizard's gaping mouth, and inserted his other hand directly into its body.

Snort... The pervasive smell of flesh made Qinghe's brows furrow slightly, and the second witch hunting king appeared at the same time, grabbing its forelimbs.

"Roar..."

The sound that emerged from the depths of the lizard's throat represented its current horror.

Trying to leave, it was firmly pressed to the ground by the two witch hunting kings.

Smack... The tongue wrapped around Kiyowa's right leg was melted away by the flames, and Kiyowa's wound, which had been re-established, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's not that you don't run away... It's that I don't want to live a life of hiding from you in the future. Bastard, give me death! ”

The third witch hunting king appeared, and his hands were directly inserted into his mask - click!

Bang... The moment the bone mask shattered, the greed and unwillingness in the lizard's void pupils also disappeared with his body turning into countless powders.

"Whew... Call... Whew..."

Qinghe, who was lying on the ground, gasped for breath: the first battle of life and death was finally won.

From the time of peace... Except for a few fights when I was in school, even bloody scenes were rarely seen.

This time, I am facing a lizard void that will blend into the environment and hide his spiritual pressure... It is like the assassin hiding in the shadows, bringing itself a heavy pressure, the haze of death.

"Hahahaha..."

Qinghe, who lived for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, simply lay on the ground and laughed insolently... The truth in his hand flashed with white light, and it turned into a slashing sword about his height again.

After relaxing, Kiyowa looked at his slashing knife, which had a six-pointed gauntlet and a blue hilt.

"Man, thank you."

Although because of the system, I don't need to communicate with the Slasher... But Qinghe knows that every Grim Reaper's slashing knife has its own soul.

Buzzing... The blade trembled slightly, as if expressing its joy.

Before Qinghe could be happy, there was a sound of applause in the distance: "Papapa..."

"Boy, what a good fight."

"You've changed my mind about those nobles and the Grim Reaper."

Two different voices appeared, and Qinghe, who re-grasped the slashing knife for the first time... After seeing the two people walking in the distance, he relaxed his guard.

One is with a bright bald head, red eyes at the corners of the eyes, and a narrow spot at the corner of the eye!

The other is a handsome man in a plaid yukata... He looks a lot like a person with a special profession like "Cowherd", this person is called Ayase Bowkin.

"I'm not a nobleman... By the way, when did you two start watching the battle? ”

Qinghe subconsciously covered his magic bottle... Although one of the two is a battle maniac in memory, and the other is a narcissist and a battle maniac, there is no guarantee that they will not be tempted by the magic bottle.

"Boy... Are you looking down on us? Your stuff is yours, and I don't bother to grab it! ”

Lifting the corner of the corner of his eye, he lifted Qinghe from the ground.

"Alright... A corner, you just said that you wanted to borrow it for a few days. It's not a nobleman, forget it... So you're a member of the Thirteenth Team of the Protectorate? Boy, what team are you on? ”

Ayase's words of bowing kiss made a corner of the embarrassed loosen Kiyowa... Although he was very keen on the other party's treasure that could quickly recover from his injuries, the little ghost in front of him still looked very small, and he was a civilian from Soul Street, so he dispelled this idea.

After giving a corner a look of contempt, Qinghe tidied up his clothes: "That's really to thank you for not killing people and stealing goods... My name is Izumi Kiyowa, not from the Thirteenth Guardian Team. However, if you join the Mao Spiritual Academy in the future, you will enter the thirteenth team. ”

"Cut, is there anyone in the house? Although your fighting style is very girly, I like your personality. A corner of the spot... Remember my name, but I don't want to fight a guy like you who uses ghosts. ”

"Ayase bows... I like beautiful things and can't remember ugly things. Izumi Qinghe, you are worthy of being remembered by me. ”

Bowing down to look at Qinghe's delicate and immature, but resolute little face, he said such words.

"These two guys... It's really unpleasant."

Qinghe, who pursed his lips, was suddenly curious... What are these two going to do now?

"Well... Where are you two going now? ”

"Mao Spiritual Academy."

"One corner wants to follow some adult..."

Hearing the words of the two, a flash of realization flashed in Kiyowa's eyes: Madara and Ayase bowed, now go to Mao... That means that Kenpachi has entered the Jingling Court, graduated from Mao, and then cut down the captain of the previous generation.

The nobles of the Quiet Court... Their descendants, even if they don't go to school in Mao, still need to pass the graduation assessment there before they can join the Thirteenth Team of the Protectorate.

And the civilians from Soul Street... It is necessary to start from the first life and graduate from the sixth life. Of course, there are exceptions, and those with extremely high talent can choose to skip a grade and graduate from Mao as soon as possible.

I want to be more like Mu Jianba, and I probably picked a graduate assessment teacher on the first day and became a grim reaper...