The current corpse soul realm has become chaotic because of the invasion of Deserted Whisper City, and there are shouts of killing everywhere, and the sound of screams and the sound of the tip of the knife colliding is wrapped in the spiritual pressure of chaos. Compared to the usual gloomy and orderly Silent Soul Garden, the current scene is like hell.

Kenpachi stared at the black shadow in front of him, ignoring the wound on his abdomen, and raised his knife to slash with an unusually cold wind.

But the structure of the opponent's body seems to be strange, or rather, it is not an entity, and his attack is just like landing on a ball of cotton, and he doesn't feel any force.

Kenpachi doesn't really understand this kind of statement, maybe if he is replaced by the group of guys from the Technology Development Bureau, he can talk non-stop. Especially the director, who looks like a freak, will definitely try to grab what is in front of him and bring it back to study. But so what, what you can't figure out, just chop it up. How can there be so many rules and regulations in the world, and you have to look for things that follow the rules. Rather than trying to figure out what this thing was, it would be clear if you cut him down.

The other party raised his hands again, and his fingertips became slender and stabbed at Kenpachi from both sides.

He blocked it with his knife, but the spike passed through the blade in front of him and pierced himself again.

The more wooden sword Yagiran looked at the black shadow stabbed on his body, he obviously couldn't touch it, but he could cause damage to himself.

His figure paused backwards, then raised the knife with one hand, and a yellow spiritual pressure enveloped his body, filling his broken blade, and with his slash, the entire space emitted a huge roar as if it had exploded, and the black in the shadow was not as thick as before.

"It seems that this strength is just right," the corners of Kenpa's mouth raised a smile, and he didn't care that the black shadow shot dozens of spikes through his body, and he raised the slashing knife in his hand with both hands and slashed it down.

"Huh?" Kenpachi looked around, there were no wounds on his body, and the black shadow in front of him was nowhere to be found, but a panting figure in white stood in front of him, "Who are you?"

The white-clothed figure smiled bitterly, "I originally thought that dragging Kenpachi was a very easy errand, but now I regret it a little," the other party lifted his hood, and it was the Soul Exterminator God Lai Shaxiang.

"What was that?" Kenpachi still hasn't figured out the situation.

"It's my ability," Shen Lai Saxiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I am a soul destroyer, and my ability is called 'Heart Golem', which can make people hallucinate."

"So, what you just said was all fake?" There was a slight disappointment on his face.

Shenlai Saxiang untied the trench coat she was draped on, her feet were already half-empty, and her four pointed legs stepped on the ground, "I didn't expect Kenpachi to be so strong that he could even shatter his illusion."

"So, you're the Chosen One," Kenpachi didn't intend to talk to her about anything, and the sword slashed in an arc in his hand, carrying the back of the knife on his shoulder and walking towards the other party step by step.

"Wait!" Shenlai Shaxiang roared and showed his final hole card. She pulled out the grass deer eight thousand streams that were originally behind her, the little girl's eyes were extremely hollow, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously grinning, as if she was immersed in some fantasy. "Once I'm dead, she'll be lost in her hallucinations forever!"

"Huh?" Kenba's face was impatient, "Then what do you want?"

"As long as you wait here, wait for everything to end......" Before Kamirai Saka could finish her words, her body was split in two, and blood splattered all over the wall behind her.

"How can there be so many words on the twitter," the wooden sword held the grass deer Yachiryu who was about to fall to the ground, and the little girl was still immersed in her hallucination, as the god came to Shaxiang said.

"Hey, Yachiryu," Kenpachi called, also finding it useless. I had to put her on my shoulders and run in the direction of the fourth team building in my impression.

The captain of Team 11 is in a difficult situation, and his team members are in almost the same situation as him. Let's say that the fleeing white-clothed figure chased the fleeing figure into the depths of the alley until he got into a dead end.

"Hey, bastard thing," Madara was furious, his knife in one hand

Pointing at the other party, "If you do this kind of thing, it means that you are ready to come to your senses, and if you dare to provoke the people of the Eleventh Team, you are afraid that you will be impatient."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," the other party almost cried, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands and sobbing quietly, "You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't look at me."

"Huh?" This is not what Madara wants to hear, but if the other party wants to fight, it can make him more excited. The kid in front of him gave Madara a feeling like passers-by accidentally bumped into each other, and then kept apologizing as if he was afraid, and wanted to kneel on the ground.

Madara looked viciously at the white-clothed man in front of him, who was trembling like chaff, and wanted to make a move, but felt a little disdainful, so he simply looked at Ayasegawa Yukin, who was belatedly behind him, "Hey, Gongqin, this kid is handed over to you."

"Huh?" This time, it was Ayasegawa Yukin's face full of doubts, "Didn't you chase him here, and now you let me come again?"

"I'm not interested in this guy who doesn't even have fighting spirit." Madara gritted his teeth and held his arm, which he couldn't lift, "Capture him alive or kill him, whatever you want."

Ayasegawa Bow was about to speak, so he shook his head and walked in front of the other party, pointing the knife in his hand at the man in white, "What is the purpose of your Chosen One?"

"I don't know, Lord Morning just let us hold you back." The other man almost cowered in the corner, eager to squeeze his entire body into the wall.

"Morning-sama?" Ayasegawa Yukini didn't expect to let the other party spit out the purpose of this time so easily, "Who is Lord Morning?" Ayasegawa didn't know about it, even though Captain Yamamoto said it at the captain's meeting, Kenpachi was not interested, maybe he didn't even remember it, and his team members naturally had no way of knowing.

It seemed that the words "Morning Adult" stimulated the other party's nerves, and he turned around and clutched the wall behind him like crazy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't say it, don't kill me......

"What else do you know besides this morning adult?" Ayasegawa Yukin, who would not let go of this opportunity, hoping that the other party would confide everything he knew.

"Be careful!" Madara was injured by the man in white, and naturally understood the strength of the other party. He saw that Ayasegawa Bow had relaxed his vigilance, and hurriedly spoke out to stop Bow Kiss from approaching.

But unfortunately, it was too late, and the other party hurriedly turned around and pushed on the body of Ayasegawa Yukin.

"Eh......" Ayasegawa Yukin's body seemed to have been hit by a thousand pounds of weight, and the whole person flew upside down, fell on a wall, and flipped into the smoke and dust with the collapsed wall.

"Bow Kiss!" Madara yelled, but received no response.

"Bastard, I was going to let you go," Madara reached out and wiped a handful of blood that obscured his vision, and pointed his sword at the figure in white with one hand, "Stretch out, Oni Lantern Maru!" With his burst of drinking, the slashing knife in Madara's hand turned into a long knife dragging red tassels, and he flipped the spear head with one hand and stabbed straight at the opponent.

"I didn't mean to!" The other party didn't have any intention of resisting, and the whole person shrank into a ball and watched the spear pierce into his body.

"Bastard, this is what will happen to Team Eleven," Madara twisted the spear into the opponent's body in a half-circle, and then dragged a stream of blood to pull out the spear.

"A corner," Ayasegawa straightened up as he grabbed the collapsed wall, looking fine but a little disgraced, "it's over, my makeup is all ruined!"

Madara let out a sigh of relief after knowing that he was okay, "It's okay, I've avenged your face."

"Why, Brother Death," the voice of the man in white sounded behind them, but his tone was very different from before, "Is this what you are capable of?"