Let's say that on the other side, Gengmu Kenpachi ran a long way with the grass deer eight thousand streams on his back, but he still didn't find any Chosen One.

"Yachiryu, you didn't point the wrong way, did you," Kenpachi could feel the non-stop spiritual pressure flowing everywhere in the Silent Spirit Court, and it seemed that the battle had already begun, but he was the only one who did not participate in it.

"That's right, it's ahead!" Grass Deer Eight Thousand Streams lay on the back of Gengmu Kenpachi and pointed into the distance, and glanced back very easily, "Little Bald Head and Little Bow kiss them, they can't do it, they didn't follow."

"I don't have time to care about them," Kenpachi scurried in the direction that Yachiryu was pointing at Kusaka. There seemed to be a figure dressed in white near a fork, because the gust of wind brought by the running of the more wooden Kenpachi blew the hem of the other party's clothes, but there was nothing under the hem, which looked a little weird.

"Wait," Kenpachi paused, "Was there someone there just now?"

The grass deer Yachiryu looked along the line of sight of Kenpachi of the more wood, but there was nothing there.

"Little sword, you want to fight too much," the little girl patted him on the shoulder very happily, "I can sense that it's right in front of me, it's a big prey."

"I see," Kenbachi thought it was an illusion, but when he turned around, he saw that there was already a figure standing in front of him.

"You're ......" The other party was completely black, barely able to distinguish limbs and a head. It looks a lot taller than Genmu Jianba, and has a pair of unusually crazy eyes, even under the premise of blurring the body, those eyes are still so clear.

"You're the Chosen One, one of the Night's men?" Kenpachi didn't figure out how the other party appeared. It stands to reason that even if the speed is fast, the spiritual pressure can be felt at such a close distance. But he didn't feel a trace of spiritual pressure on the other party, and those eyes stared at him as if they were staring at their prey.

Kenpachi laughed, this was the feeling he wanted. "Eight thousand streams!" He called out, but received no response. Turning his head, he saw that the grass deer that was lying on his shoulder was missing.

"What about the Eight Thousand Streams?" He looked at the other and waited for a response.

The black shadow turned his head slightly, and at an unusually strange angle, he almost pressed his face to Kenpachi's face.

"I see, whether you're the Chosen One or not, no matter where Yachi's flow goes, I'll know as long as I cut you," Kenpachi smiled with satisfaction, pulled out the slashing knife at his waist, and slashed at the other party's shoulder with the swift wind.

"Huh?" The blow seemed to be slashed into the air, and the blade went straight through the opponent's body, and it didn't feel like it was blocked by something or cut into flesh as imagined.

Seeing that the blow was not successful, the sword stabbed straight up. The tip of the knife passed through the opponent's body again, as if it was not a person in front of him, but a fog.

Just as Kenpachi was in the midst of his doubts, a sharp tip suddenly pierced out of the black shadow, piercing his lower abdomen and nailing to the ground behind him.

"Interesting," the expression on Kenpachi's face changed from shock to joy, "I can finally kill time, I hope you can hold on a little longer, and don't fall so fast."

"Captain, it seems that the captains of the other teams have already entered the battle," a middle-aged male with sunglasses and a mustache surrounded the captain of the seventh team, Komamura, who was standing in front of the team building, "Shouldn't we go......" Mustache made a gesture of raising his knife and slashing.

"Enough of them." Komamura's left formation was indifferent to the movements of the mustache, "Remember our mission, the shooting range Tetsuzaemon, and the safety of Captain Yamamoto is the most important."

"Yes, I see." Seeing that the captain was so serious, the shooting range could only follow his words.

It didn't take long for the ground to suddenly begin to tremble slightly, and a spire-like building hit the ground headfirst at the high point visible to the naked eye, constantly shaking off the dust on the eaves, causing the shooting range to hurriedly stretch out his hand and pat his hair.

In the distance, there was a sudden burst of yellow spiritual pressure visible to the naked eye, enveloping the two of them with an extremely oppressive feeling, and this time directly causing the shooting range to kneel on the ground, and it seemed that a thousand catties of weight were pressed on his shoulders.

"There is the Confession Palace, who can lift the Confession Palace." Komamura's left formation was not affected in any way, but his expression was a little nervous, "On the other side is Kenpachi Sagi, there are still people who can push that monster to this extent," he squinted, and his belief in staying in front of the Ichiban team was even stronger. In any case, the Chosen ones can't be allowed to break through here.

"I said Captain, I can't help it......" Before he finished speaking, he threw up his hands on the ground and vomited.

Komamura sighed, "You go into the team to rest, I'll guard here."

"I'm fine," Shooting Field was still stiff-mouthed, "It's just that Captain Gengki's spiritual pressure just now made me a little unbearable, and now it's much better," he wiped his mouth clean and stood up slowly, but he didn't notice that there was an extra object next to him.

"Wait, shooting range!" Komamura's left formation immediately seemed to be facing a great enemy, his hands hanging from his waist, and he took a step to face the object that was all orange.

The shooting range was startled, and in a panic, he pulled out the knife at his waist and pointed it at his feet.

It was a Shiba Inu, not very large, covered in short blond hair, carrying a small storage bag on one side of its body, curling its tail and sticking out its tongue to sniff the shooting range.

"Scared me to death, Captain," the shooting field commander breathed a sigh of relief, and the slashing knife in his hand returned to its scabbard, "Isn't this just a dog, it's pretty cute when you look closely."

"Dogs?" Komamura's left face was puzzled, "How can there be a dog in the Quiet Spirit Court?"

He seemed to have forgotten what he was like, and there was a great sense of disobedience coming out of his mouth.

"Hey, maybe it's a nobleman's pet," the shooting field bent down to touch this little cutie, but was nimbly dodged away by the other party, "Don't all those dignitaries like such animals?"

Shiba Inu shook its head, and although it dodged the groping hand at the shooting range, it didn't go far, just took a step or two back and watched the two of them.

This kind of very humane action is even more suspicious in the eyes of Komamura Zuo Zhen, and now that he is in the very moment of the corpse soul realm, he always feels that something is wrong. This beast-like perception drove him to pull out the slashing knife at his waist.

"Oh, I still can't hide it from my brother's eyes," Surprisingly, the Shiba Inu in front of him opened his mouth to speak, and it was a very crisp female voice, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

"It's it, it's, he's talking!" The shooting range pointed at the dog in front of him, his tongue knotted. But looking at his captain again, there seems to be nothing unacceptable.

"Who are you?" Komamura Zuojin understands that what is in front of him will definitely not be the Grim Reaper, or the dog raised by some nobleman.

"Really, you forgot about me," Shiba Inu seemed to laugh, "When you were a child, you said you wanted to be together all the time, but now you don't even remember it, it's sad."

"Less fooling!" The left side of Komamura shouted loudly, and he wanted to cut it with a knife.

"Why, at that time, did you want to forget it so much?" Shiba Inu dodged unusually nimble, "Grandpa is very disappointed in you."

"No one knows about the Inu-Clan," Komamura left as if the scar in his heart had been revealed, "Who the hell are you?"