"Night!" The left formation of Komamura suddenly burst out, "Liberation, Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King!" It was the huge figure wearing the armor of the Wa clan that came out of the gray fluid from behind the left formation of Komamura, looking condescendingly at the shadow of the night capital.

"Isn't one lesson enough?" The shadow of the night saw the huge knife swinging towards him, and raised his hand very indifferently, and a barrier blocked in front of the giant, and he couldn't move forward at all.

"How dare you, how dare you ...... to the three truths" Komamura was furious, and his eyes seemed to erupt with fire. Behind him, the Black Rope Heavenly Curse Hades raised the knife in his hand again and slashed it towards the night.

Yedu raised his hand gently with some annoyance, and the gray fluid on the ground suddenly wrapped around Komamura's left body. "I've given you a chance, and since you don't cherish it, it's no wonder I'm not going to blame."

"Captain!" The shooting range shouted, completely unable to believe his eyes. Komamura's left formation has already been dissolved, but there is no power to parry in front of the other party. He tried to rush over, but the fluid that had covered his feet stopped him.

"It's also my problem to teach such a stubborn student," Captain Yamamoto stepped forward, blood oozing from his feet in the gray fluid. Really, as the night said, the liquid under your feet is a liquefied blade, whether you lift your feet or walk, every time you move, it will feel like stepping on the tip of the knife.

"Haha, Yamamoto Shigekuni, do you want to come first?" Komamura's left formation slammed down on the side of the night capital, his face full of madness, compared to the easy-going way he once was, "It doesn't matter, none of you can run!"

"Night ......" Ukitake Shishiro wanted to stop him, but now Night will not turn back at all, but the friendship of his classmates makes Ukitake Shishiro a little reluctant.

Jingle Chunshui sighed, "Forget it, Ukitake." He pressed down the hat and stopped watching the battle in the field, and the winner or loser was already decided at the beginning, "If that guy can't persuade him to come back, leave it to the old man of the mountain."

"Captain!" Minister Jiro was very worried, and reached out to grab something.

Captain Yamamoto held the flowing blade like a fire, "If I had persevered a hundred years ago, maybe things would have been completely different from now, and the shackles of Team Eleven would still be too heavy for you."

"What do you all know about me?" Ye Du covered his face with one hand, "I really wasn't fit to be the captain of Team Eleven, but I saw the truth in Team Eleven. Whether it's death or nothingness, it's actually the same. It's just that the Grim Reaper prefers to use some high-sounding excuses to hide his inner desires rather than virtual reality. I've seen those crazy spirits in Soul Street, and they don't hide their hearts, that's the real soul!"

Captain Yamamoto didn't say anything more, but walked to the night capital with the knife in his hand, even though his feet were already mottled with blood, but he still didn't blink.

"When a beast wears its clothes for a long time, it feels like a human." Yadu raised his knife and slashed at Captain Yamamoto, and all the fluid on the ground flowed back to his knife as if it had been absorbed, "I'm fed up with your hypocrisy!"

Just as the two knives, one white and one yellow, were about to collide, a figure blocked in front of Yedu. He was caught off guard and wanted to withdraw his knife, but how could he say that he could withdraw it if he could withdraw it with all his might.

He watched as a slender blood splattered from the snow-white captain's robe, and the figure that fell to the ground with a relieved expression.

Remember the rules of the eleventh team, kill Kenpachi, you will be Kenpachi.

"No, no," Ye Du lost the knife in his hand, where did he care about the fire in front of him, he knelt on the ground and held up the head of the flower, the other party's face was as white as the color of his knife, "Senior, senior!"

"I should have died then," Uno Hana stretched out her hand to caress her blood-soaked face, groping softly, "Do you understand the meaning of Kenpachi now?"

"I don't understand, I don't understand," Yadu yelled and held out his hand, but didn't grasp the hand that had slipped off.

"You're kidding me, aren't you, you were like that last time," Yadu tried to pick her up, but Uno Hana's head tilted to the side. "I'll take you to the fourth team, and I'm sure I'll be able to cure your ...... there."

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Before he finished speaking, a flash of fire suddenly flashed on his chest, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood vomited on the captain's robe that was already stained with blood.

The night was stunned and wiped the wound on his chest, but the moment he reached out and touched it, his whole hand turned into ashes like dry firewood. He raised his head blankly, looked at Captain Yamamoto who had already collected the knife, opened his mouth and said something, and then his body suddenly burst into flames.

"Night!" Ukitake Shishiro was a little unbearable, and he also turned his face away.

"Captain Uno Hana ......" Minister Jiro, who was standing behind Chief Captain Yamamoto, stepped forward and pulled Uno Hana's body, but the other party didn't make any moves. He groped her neck with a stiff face, and there was no heartbeat.

"Captain Komamura!" On the other side, the shooting range sat slumped in front of a pool of blood, and the blood-stained "seven" character was particularly glaring. It all seemed to happen in an instant, and I didn't have time to react in any way.

Minister Jiro reached out to cover Unohana's slightly open eyes, and stood up tremblingly, "Captain, Captain Unohana and Captain Komamura have died in battle."

Captain Yamamoto's face was a little gloomy, "I see, they stopped the night capital and did a great job of fulfilling their mission as captain." He put the knife into the sheath and looked up at Tsukishima beside Jingle Harusui.

Tsukishima was already stunned at this time, who would have thought that things would develop to such a point.

Jingle Chunshui on the side didn't have time to grieve, "Young man, don't you know the situation in Ridiculous City, now the chief captain is in front of you, tell me everything you know."

Only then did Tsukishima turn around, he swallowed his saliva, "The purpose of Desolate Whisper City is to go straight to the Spirit King's Palace. As for the Morning Illusion, he wants to prove to the Spirit King that Death, Void and Humans can live together."

"What did you say?" Captain Yamamoto's face was unusually gloomy, "You're also a subordinate of Yedu, right?"

Tsukishima took a half step back, and the opponent's aura was so strong that he was a little weak, "That's right, it was before." Sweat slid down his forehead, "I slashed myself with the Key of Fate before entering the City of Wild Words, forcibly tying me to the fate of the City of Wild Words, because of this, I became a member of the Chosen One."

"The Key to Fate? That weird weapon of yours?" Ukitake Shishiro naturally remembers Tsukishima's ability, but Tsukishima's words are really a lot of information.

"That's right, it's Tezuka's plan, and I owe it to him." Tsukishima continued, "Something has happened between us in this world, and I owe him a great favor. Tezuka: He wants to get out of Desert City, he needs my help, and I can only be one of them and sneak in."