Mo Jun tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, he must be calm no matter what, after all, he is very weak now, and this world is not clear. However, but that was Sister Hua, a living Sister Hua! That kind of beautiful and elegant slashing technique, that crisp and neat killing, that kind of weak and indifferent beauty, Mo Jun said that he was deeply addicted to it.

Wait, wait, Mo Jun desperately pulled back the thoughts that had gone off the rails again, and now seeing the form clearly is the most important thing. Well, first of all, we have to figure out why Sister Hua ...... No, it's about trying to understand what kind of world this is. Wait, is Sister Hua dead? This is the afterlife? No, it's a school, and there are no ragged weird uncles to molest my Big Flower. Well, what's more, Sister Hua is still wearing the feather weaving of the eleventh team, hey! That Sister Hua will still cut people and play in this deep mountain and old forest, could it be said that this is the world of death that has just ended in a thousand-year-old bloody war? Doesn't that mean that Sister Hua has not actually met Kenpachi yet!

Damn, what are you waiting for? Mo Jun's nostrils spewed out two long white gases, and instantly turned into a bull in estrus, jumping off the tree without hesitation, Nima, while Sister Hua was not spoiled by the barbarian of Jianba, when would it be until she didn't talk to her, it was too late for the daylily to be cold!"Sister Hua! Don't go! I'm coming!" Mo Jun shouted while rushing to the battlefield like a wind, "Be calm, be steady" The god horse was completely thrown to Java by Mo Jun. Calm down, can you soak Sister Hua with calm? No, can't you calm down with a yarn!

Uno Hana Yachiryu was roaming the Soul Street today, as always, and she wanted to find someone who matched her heart, someone who was strong enough and had strong enough beliefs, someone who could inherit the name of Kenpachi. "If I find it, maybe I'll be able to get out of this life. "U no Flower Eight Thousand Streams thought.

However, the observation in Soul Street for many days has disappointed her, the people who live in front of her pursue a stable life, most people have interests and timidity in their eyes, and occasionally a few people with hope and enthusiasm have a strong enough will, such people can't get into her eyes. The people in the middle dozen districts live in poverty and long for a better life, but most of them only want to soar into the sky and don't know how to work hard to strengthen themselves, and they don't want their small days to be broken, so they are afraid and can look at her from outside. And in these last few areas, they are indeed fierce enough, they do not hide their **, and they do not hesitate to draw a knife at her. But all they have in their eyes is unwillingness, anger, greed, and that thick despair that cannot be dissolved, these people's eyes are cloudy, they are just struggling in the chaotic and miserable living environment, losing hope and breaking the jar and breaking the wicked people.

Therefore, the more she slashed the Flower Yachiryu, the more disappointed she became, as if her knife was not killing living people, but shells with missing souls. "In that case, then it's up to me to help you get free!" muttered softly, the body of the eight thousand streams of the flower rose with a majestic spiritual pressure visible to the naked eye, and the body instantly turned into an afterimage, several sword lights flashed, and the remaining few people seemed to be frozen in place by the pause button, and the next moment the surging blood spurted out from their vital point, and the body slowly fell to the ground and was no longer alive, killing with a knife, and the enemy lost his life without even letting out a scream in the whole process, and at the same time drew an end to the killing. Mao no Hua Yachiryu sighed lightly, got up to put away the knife, and was about to leave when a shout of unknown meaning came from afar-"Sister Hua! Don't go! I'm coming!"

The flower of the eight thousand liu frowned, to be honest, she said that she did not understand what Mo Jun shouted at all (because it was in Chinese), but she could clearly feel that the owner of this voice was running towards her quickly, and a looming aura locked on herself, "A completely strange breath, but the purpose is clear, is he here to find me?" Anyway, this guy seems to be very interesting, at least it's different from the feeling of the people I've seen before, she has a little interest in this person, so just wait and see what kind of guy this is, Uno Hana Yachiryu thought.

As the breath approached quickly, a young man wearing strange clothes and carrying two extra-long slashing knives, the young man seemed to be very excited when he saw him, and he spoke strange language in his mouth, and he frowned and asked indifferently, "What are you talking about?" The young man was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly became very depressed, and he muttered that he didn't know what he said. Then he suddenly raised his head and showed a smile and said peacefully: "Let me re-introduce, my name is Mo Jun, I didn't expect to meet you here, Miss Mao no Flower Eight Thousand Streams." ”

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Mo Jun rushed to the battlefield as fast as he could, and he could vaguely feel that the aura there was disappearing rapidly, which meant that the battle was about to end, or had ended, fortunately, Sister Hua seemed to hear her shout and stopped in place, otherwise it would be impossible to catch up with her current strength.

Finally ran to the battlefield, and at the moment when Mo Jun saw the eight thousand streams of Mao Zhihua, the blood that had just cooled down boiled almost instantly, and he said without words: "Roar, roar, roar, it's really Sister Hua, Sister Hua! My name is Mo Jun, pay attention to you...... No, peeping on you...... It's not right, I fancy you...... Oh, I'll go! In short, I've been liking you for a long time, master, do you want to have a shot?" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Jun was stunned, Nima! How could Lao Tzu say such a two* thing,! Not to mention the bubble girl, it's still a matter if you can't even save your life!

However, the angry slash did not appear, only to see the flower of the Mao Eight Thousand Streams frowning slightly and said indifferently in Japanese: "What are you talking about? Who are you?" For a moment, Mo Jun only felt a sad wind slowly drifting by, it turned out that she didn't understand Ah A wave of grief and indignation rose irrepressibly, and she couldn't help muttering: "Nima, although I have crossed, but there is no special pickle girl system for pig's feet, and there is not even the legendary magical Wujie* translation, is Lao Tzu really a pig's foot? Don't be a special sparring partner for pig's foot upgrades." "But since I didn't understand it, it's much easier to do, anyway, Lao Tzu is also a special agent of my Great Heavenly Empire, and it's not easy to catch it in Japanese, so you can still try it. Mo Jun raised his head and looked at Mao Zhihua again, and said with a peaceful smile: "Let me re-introduce, my name is Mo Jun, I didn't expect to meet you here, Miss Mao Zhihua Eight Thousand Streams." ”

"Do you know me?" Sister Hua was still indifferent.

"Of course, one of the top ten evildoers in the Corpse Soul Realm, with the name of the strongest god of death 'Sword Eight', and known as the captain of the eleventh team who is proficient in all the swordsmanship in the world - Mao no Flower Eight Thousand Streams!

Uno Hana Yachiryu looked at the young man in front of him seriously, what a very interesting child, could he be the person he was looking for? It always feels weird, but it seems to be very interesting, doesn't it? Sister Hua unconsciously showed a faint smile on her face, and her left hand seemed to inadvertently put on the hilt of the knife and whispered: "Then what are you looking for me?"

The smile on Mo Jun's face became more and more intense, and a wave of war intent soared wildly, and he shouted softly: "When you see a beautiful woman like you, a man will want to come up and have a conversation, let alone a genius and beautiful boy like me, who is young, rich and courageous!" Before the words fell, a "bang" sounded, leaving a shallow footprint on the ground, and Mo Jun's whole person suddenly burst into the eight thousand streams of Mao Zhihua, a special combat technique - explosive step! An explosive footwork that can't be practiced without a strong enough body, and can boost your speed to the extreme at the start!

Mo Jun is very aware of the huge gap between himself and the Eight Thousand Streams of Mao Zhihua, but the scene in front of him, the identity of Sister Hua, and the unreality of crossing into the Grim Reaper, these have greatly stimulated the belligerent factor in Mo Jun's body, and with his current peculiar physical condition, he also urgently needs a vicious battle to stimulate it, so no matter how you look at it, this battle cannot be avoided! According to his previous observations in the trees, although he may not be able to keep up with Sister Hua's movements with his five senses alone, Mo Jun's outrageous instincts that are naturally strong can barely make up for this, and his knife is long enough to defend, although he is not enterprising, but the original intention of this battle is to hone himself so that he can truly integrate into this world.

Moreover, Mo Jun also has one of the biggest hole cards - his knife. These two knives have always given Mo Jun a very dangerous feeling after absorbing all of his Yuan Force, and they contain very powerful power. This is also the reason why Mo Jun didn't dare to draw his sword to test after discovering them before, because he didn't know what would happen after drawing the knife. And now it's different, the people in front of him are all among the best Sister Hua in the Grim Reaper, with the comparison between the strength level of the world before him and the Grim Reaper, even if they break out again, there should be no big deal with Sister Hua, so Mo Jun can let go without hesitation.

And the eight thousand streams of Mao Zhihua were not surprised to see the sudden outbreak of Mo Jun, and while calmly pulling out the knife, he said with some disappointment: "The weight of a man is not something that a child like you can casually talk about." As he spoke, he waved his knife and slashed down, and Mo Jun felt the oncoming sense of danger, and the excitement in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he shouted: "Pick up!" The surging battle intent came out of his body, and a rich white mist rose from the pure white knife body - the white knife was unsheathed!

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ps: If you have any comments, welcome to ask, although I am not likely to use the book review area until now, but I will try my best to reply to your proposal, I hope to be patient, after all, this book is for continuous writing, I have always believed that criticism can make progress, so as long as you brothers don't talk dirty, I will seriously consider it.

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