In the depths of the Silent Soul Garden, in a gloomy alley, a figure in a white trench coat squatted on the ground, seemingly holding his knees with both hands, and was shaking.

"Don't, don't come here," his voice trembled, barely audible what he was saying, "Why did you let me come here, I'm so scared......

"Wait, Captain, it's not over there!" A familiar shout came from the exit of Xiang Mo, "And the deputy captain, don't show the way, the disaster is not over there......

"Hey, a corner!" At the back, a man dressed very fancyly called out, who was not Ayasegawa Bowkin.

"What are you doing," Madara looked back at him, "the captain and vice-captain have already run away, hurry up and catch up, there is no travel accident where they went."

Ayasegawa didn't answer, but just stretched out his hand and pointed to the deepest part of the alley, the white figure shrunk into a ball.

"That's ...... The Chosen One in the Bulletin?" Madara glanced at the figure, then shouted in one direction, "Captain, vice-captain! Disaster is here, come back quickly!"

But it's a pity that Madara didn't receive any response, and it was obvious that Kenpachi had already run away.

"A corner," Ayasegawa glanced at Madara Kazuku, and the two walked up slowly. "Hey, look at your outfit, you're the Chosen One, aren't you?"

As soon as the other party heard someone speak, he trembled even more, and kept retreating behind him with his hands under him, "Don't, don't come here. I don't know you, don't look at me, don't!"

The two looked at each other strangely, and they were a little undecided. A few days ago, it was said in the report of the Corpse Soul Realm that these Chosen People were all people wearing white trench coats and hoods covering their faces. The one in front of him is obviously the same as what was said in the report, but the state of the other party makes some people scratch their heads.

"Hey, boy," Madara felt that it was always a bit of a win to strike now, "You're the Chosen One, right?" He crouched in front of the other man, trying to lift the hood he was wearing.

"Don't!" Unexpectedly, the other party roared, slapped away the hand that Madara was reaching out to him with one hand, and slapped him directly against the wall, and the entire wall collapsed instantly, stirring up a puff of smoke and dust.

Ayasegawa Yukin's eyes widened as he looked at the still trembling Trip in front of him, and only after a moment did he remember the corner of Madara, "Ichikaku, are you okay?"

"What do you mean it's okay," the figure in the corner of the spot revealed its figure through the smoke and dust that gradually dispersed, much more embarrassed than just now, one side of the face was covered with blood and dust, and one hand was dragged in front of him, which seemed to be obviously broken.

"You ......" Ayasegawa Yuki didn't expect this to be the case, obviously the other party looked very weak, right, how could he burst out with such strength in an instant?

"Don't talk nonsense, boy," Madara shouted, "Since you've made a move, you mean you're ready to come to your senses!" As he spoke, he drew his sword with one hand, and the scabbard was casually thrown to the ground by him.

The other man was visibly frightened, "No, I'm sorry," he scrambled to his feet, turned his head and ran off into the distance.

"Bastard," Madara cursed viciously, raising his foot to chase after him. Ayasegawa wanted to stop him, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only follow them.

At this time, the two figures were standing facing each other. The fierce wind blew on their robes, but it could not dissolve their-for-tat aura.

"Your outfit," it was the captain of the Sixth Team, Kuchiki Hakuya, "it's an invasion of the Brigade, isn't it?"

"Do you call the intruder a travel disaster here," a female voice came from under the wind's windbreaker, "yes, I'm one of the Chosen One," the other said, taking off his hood against the wind.

Under the hood was a woman's face, looking to be in her twenties, with long red hair tied back at the back of her head, a round face with a pointed chin, willow eyebrows and peach eyes, and a very elegant glasses, just like a college student in the present world. If she hadn't been dressed in white, almost no one would have thought she would have done anything in the world.

Kuchigi Hakuya didn't say much, and drew the sword at his waist, "Scatter, Senbon Sakura." As the first commentary was sung, the knife he held began to melt from the tip of the blade

Make petals and be blown around by the wind.

"Is this your sword liberation," the woman said, looking at the scattered petals, "so beautiful, like a dream." She said as she held out her hand to Sakura.

Kuchigi Hakuya didn't answer, and flicked the remaining hilt with one hand, and many cherry blossom petals flashed against the wind and flashed like a blade of cold light at the woman in front of him.

The woman didn't move, and the blade was bounced off as it was about to touch her body. If you look closely, you can see that the petals of each cherry blossom collide with each other and bounce apart.

How could it be ......, Kuchigi Hakuya thought that the other party might not be easy to deal with, but he didn't expect this to be the case at all. He didn't lose control over Senbon Sakura, but every time the blade was about to hurt the opponent, another Sakura blade would collide with it, negating the attack.

"I'm sorry, but you're not lucky to meet me," the other man pushed his glasses, "My name is Qing Shi Caixu, and I'm a member of the Chosen One in Desolate City. I represent the tower, and the ruling power is destruction."

"Captain of the Rokuban team, Kuchigi Hakuya." Kuchigi Hakuya also introduced himself, controlling the Sakura front and back attacks, but it didn't have any effect.

"Don't try again, you won't be able to get close to me." The other person's tone was very calm, as if it was really just a wind blowing in her hair, "My ability is to mobilize any object for my use."

"What did you say?" The petals of the cherry blossoms swirled down from above, but only the sound of blades colliding with each other was heard, and the female chosen one, who called herself Qing Shi Caixu, was still fine.

Qing Shi Caixu stretched out his hand and stripped his hair that was blown by the wind, "You must not understand what I say, then I will use my method to prove it." She said as she grabbed the air to one side with one hand, and then her fingertips slowly tightened.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Kuchigi Hakuya no longer wasted his efforts, and took back the Sakura blade and waited for it, wanting to see what the other party could make a name for himself.

Kuchigi Hakuya is indeed ready for everything, even if the other party's ability is too weird, he will dodge it with an instant. But the truth was far beyond his imagination, and he heard the ground tremble, and a behemoth rose from the ground, obscuring the daylight, and almost in the blink of an eye, it hung above the head of Kuchigi Hakuya.

"This is ......" Rao is calm and calm Kuchigi Hakuya, his face is also full of shock at this time, and it is the Confession Palace located in the distance that hangs above his head. Just as he was about to say something more, the entire Confession Palace pressed down on the current position of Kuchigi Hakuya, and the dust stirred up almost completely obscured the execution table of the two dead.

"I'm sorry, Captain Reaper." Qing Shi Caixu turned around and whispered, "I tried my best to reduce my strength, I hope you can survive."