"This guy ......"

The bald head stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed it back and forth on his shiny bald head, he wanted to compete with Ichigo in front of him, but the knife in his hand had been broken, and if he rushed up now, it would not be a fight, but a death......

"There's no way, it looks like I can only let you pass."

Just a few seconds later, the bald head made a decision.

"Looks like you've got it?"

Ichigo's face was extremely flat, and he didn't seem surprised by the bald head's decision.

"After all, even if I want to fight you, there is no weapon to use to compete, so I can only let you pass......"

"But don't think that you won, I'll come to you after I fix the sword, and we won't be your enemies until then, and we won't appear in front of you again and block your way......

"Of course, the premise is that by the time we repair the sword, you will still be alive!"

"Come on! Scourge! There is a stronger opponent waiting for you in front of you, and you will be his prey, eaten by him......"

After the bald head finished speaking, he walked towards Kurosaki Ichigo, who held his short knife in his hand, passed by Ichigo's side, and left without looking back.

And the group of Grim Reapers, whose swords were broken by Ichigo Kurosaki, walked past Ichigo's side like the bald head, and as the bald head said, after the sword in their hand was broken by Ichigo, they stopped fighting Ichigo for the time being.

Ichigo stood motionless, quietly waiting for the surrounding Shinigami to leave, and then took a step towards the palace of confession, where Rukia was being held.

“……”

In the Confession Palace, Rukia, dressed in a snow-white kimono, looked up at the sky until she felt the spiritual pressure that made her so familiar.

"Is this spiritual pressure Ichigo?"

Rukia looked up at the window above her head, and she jumped up as hard as she could, but she couldn't jump up several times without losing her spiritual pressure.

"Hey! Rukia, you're in there, right? ”

Ichigo Kurosaki stood outside the wall, caressing the white wall in front of him, and asked the people inside the wall.

"Stupid, what are you doing here? Go back! This is not the place you can come......"

Rukia's expression moved when she heard the voice that was so familiar to her, and tears rolled in the corners of her eyes as she yelled at Ichigo outside the wall.

"Rukia, it's not a question of whether I should come or not, it's that I'm already here......"

Ichigo looked at Rukia inside the wall and whispered.

"You idiot......"

Rukia frowned at this, and tears flowed.

"Give you three seconds."

Ichigo continued to preach to Rukia in the tower.

"Huh?"

Rukia was stunned, confused by Ichigo's words.

"Give you three seconds to wipe away your tears, I don't want to see a crying face for a while, to be honest, tears don't match you at all, you guy is still smirking, it's more suitable for your face than tears and smirking......"

Just as Rukia was confused, Ichigo's voice came from inside the tower.

"Huh!? Giggle? What do you say? ”

Rukia, who was still grieving, instantly tensed up on her forehead after listening to Ichigo's words, and at the same time clenched a pair of small fists.

What is the difference between a smirk and a smirk that suits her face more than tears? Does she look silly?

"Three, two, one......"

"It's time for Rukia ......"

"Now please crouch down ......"

Ichigo stood outside the tower and counted three numbers, then pulled out the slashing moon behind him, and at the same time, the spiritual pressure that soared into the sky like a column of water......

"This spiritual pressure, you bastard, shouldn't it be ......?"

The moment Rukia felt the terrifying spiritual pressure of Kurosaki Ichigo, her expression panicked, and she seemed to have guessed something.

"Crescent, Sky Chong."

After Ichigo burst out of the strong spiritual pressure, he held the handle of the knife in his right hand, the blade was downward, the tip of the knife was against the ground, and his left hand firmly grasped the wrist of his right hand, and then, from the bottom up, he swung out the moon slash, accompanied by a faint voice in Ichigo's mouth, a huge crescent moon from the bottom up, while cutting the huge confession palace in front of him, the terrifying spiritual pressure rose into the sky, and the huge moon blade emitted endless brilliance, making the whole world look dim, and the moon blade went straight to the sky, cutting through the dark clouds that blocked the confession palace, In the end, it turned into a cloud of brilliant brilliance, and exploded in the sky above the entire Lingling Court.

With a roar......

In the entire Lingling Court, there was a rain-like spiritual pressure falling.

"This Spiritual Pressure ......"

For a moment, all the gods of death in the Thirteenth Team of the Protector felt the terrifying and vast spiritual pressure.

"Oh no, the enemy is in the Confessional!"

At the same time, the captains of the thirteenth team of the Protector heard this sentence in their hearts at the same time.

"Hey, hey, it's really fake, this spiritual pressure is not a joke, is that guy's genes so good?"

On the roof of the first room of the Yaban team, an uncle dressed in a flower robe and a hat covering his cheeks, was lying on the roof to take a nap, since Captain Yamamoto ordered the captains of each team to catch the traffic disaster, he ran here to sleep, and never got up, until he felt the earth-shattering spiritual pressure of Ichigo, this uncle gently took away the hat on his cheek to block the sun, revealing the vicissitudes of life and a bit of cynical cheeks, he just stared at the spiritual pressure of Ichigo falling like rain in the air, a few seconds later, The man stretched out two fingers and pinched the raindrop-like spiritual pressure that fell from the air, and then gently crushed the two fingers, and while Ichigo's spiritual pressure naturally dissipated, the uncle's face showed a little surprise.

"One heart! Of one mind! ”

"Does your son really need our care?"

"How do I feel, it's really possible for the Guardian Thirteenth Team to overturn on him this time?! Haha......"

The uncle smiled, changed to a comfortable position, and continued to lie on the roof and fall asleep.

It wasn't until the sound of small footsteps in the uncle's ears that he opened his tired eyes.

"Xiao Qixu, can you let me sleep a little longer? Just ...... in a moment."

The middle-aged uncle looked at the beautiful glasses lady with a pair of whitewashed long legs and asked helplessly.

"No, the captains of the other teams have already acted."

The beautiful glasses lady who was called Xiao Qixu directly denied the uncle's wishes and preached plainly.

"This is saying some cold and ruthless words~"

"The captains of the other teams are really, are they in such a hurry to work?"

"They can't beat them anyway, why are they in such a hurry?"

The uncle sighed helplessly, and while standing up from the roof, his words were full of helplessness.

"Wait, do you mean that the Scourge is stronger than the captains?"

The glasses lady named Xiao Qixu was stunned for a moment, and asked the uncle with a bit of cynicism on his face in front of him.

"Xiao Qixu, can't you feel this spiritual pressure that envelops the entire Lingling Court?"

"In the entire thirteen teams of the Guardian Court of the Soul Court, there are probably no more than five people who can achieve this level of death, even if you count the captains, right?"

This cynical uncle rubbed his chin and made a judgment on the spiritual pressure of the cold in the air.

"Huh? Is it so powerful? ”

"But I only felt the spiritual pressure for a moment, and then I disappeared......

Qixu was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that the master of spiritual pressure, who didn't feel very powerful just now, was so terrifying.

"Then go and stop him! Can't let him make a bigger mess. ”

Qixu was stunned for a moment, then anxiously looked at the man in front of him and preached.

Yes, even if Nanao learned that Ichigo's spiritual pressure could be ranked in the top five in the entire corpse soul world, she still believed that the man in front of her could block Ichigo, just because the man standing in front of Nanao at the moment was the captain of the eighth team of the Imperial Court, Kyoraku Harusui.

"Haha, don't worry, that kid has no malicious intent, he's greeting us~"

"But Master Shan should be about to be angry to death, right?! Hahaha......"

After listening to Qixu's words, Jingle said with a smile.

Meanwhile......

Ichiban team building......

A certain person holding a cane in his hand, 'kind eyebrows and kind eyes', with a poker face that no one can detect his emotions, seems to be smiling, and seems to be indifferent, making people unable to figure out the context, is called by countless gods of death, the strongest god of death in a thousand years, the current captain of the thirteenth team of the Imperial Court, an old man named Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, is quietly standing in the team building of the Ichiban team, staring at the confession palace in the distance.

After a while, Yuan Liu Zhai Chongguo opened his originally squinted eyes, and for a while he was domineering, and the terrifying spiritual pressure seemed to directly ignite the green plants in the surrounding potted plants.

"That little ghost ......"

Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni was very angry at the moment, he couldn't remember how many years no one had been so skinny, and the last one who was skinned in front of him was the stinky boy of Jingle Chunshui.

But since he is a stinky boy, he deserves to be beaten......

The other side......

The Palace of Confession.

"Haha, ahahaha, ahaha......"

Rukia was sitting on the ground giggling at the moment, the wall was disappearing in front of her eyes, and above her head, there was a blue sky and white clouds, and the confession palace that was originally used to hold a damned prisoner like her had been slashed clean by Ichigo and Ichigo.

"Yes, that's the expression, and sure enough, a smirk suits you."

Ichigo received his jet-black blade disguised as a slashing knife behind him, and looked at Rukia with a smirk, the corners of his mouth rarely rose slightly, and he laughed.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, are you trying to kill me? Almost, almost cut me! ”

Rukia stood up from the ground with her bare little feet and looked at Ichigo Kurosaki and roared angrily.

"Didn't you cut it? Don't worry, everything is as I expected, I still have an estimate of your height......"

Ichigo looked at Rukia, who was jumping on her feet angrily, and whispered comfortingly, patting Rukia's little head by the way.

"Die! Ichigo Kurosaki!! ”

After listening to Ichigo's words, Rukia jumped to her feet, put her legs on Ichigo's shoulders, and then pounced on Ichigo's face like a face-hugging worm.