Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni was on crutches, and his expression was calm as if he had fallen into the apocalypse.

It was as if he had completely changed a person, and he didn't even break out of spiritual pressure.

But if someone stood in front of him, they could see the flames burning in the pupils.

Minister Jiro stood respectfully beside him, his left hand tightly held on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and the spiritual pressure was agitated, and he could make a move at any time.

"Calm down, Chojiro."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai spoke slowly, "It's just an appetizer now, don't let this shake our original purpose." ”

"Big, it's not here yet!"

Minister Jiro glanced at Yamamoto Motoyanagisai in surprise, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

The two have known each other for two thousand years, but this is the first time he has seen such a calm Yamamoto Motoyanagisai.

In the impression of the head of the farrow, the captain of his own family is a hot-tempered little old man, who may draw his sword at any time because of the appearance of the enemy.

Now that those hellish jailers have appeared in all corners of the Lingling Court, I didn't expect that Yamamoto Motoyanagisai, as the chief captain, would still be able to calm down.

As if noticing the unexpected gaze of Minister Jiro of the Sparrow, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai lowered his eyes slightly, and his breath converged a little again:

"It's not that the old man's temper has changed, but it's constrained by the situation."

"That kid told me before that this war is not as good as a thousand years ago, and most of the enemies may just be old friends who have returned from hell."

"If the old man makes a move without permission, he will most likely be targeted by them."

"As for the jailers who are regarded as vanguards, leave it to the other Grim Reapers to deal with for the time being."

"We need to have faith in them......"

As the words fell, several figures came from the end of the street, and the terrifying spiritual pressure like an ocean overturning also swept in, covering the entire block.

Heavy phosphorus gas continued to pour out from the bodies of several people until the sky was blackened.

"It's been a long time, Shigekuni Yamamoto."

The voice of the speaker was hoarse, his body was stiff, and the captain Haori was dragging on the ground, and a narrow and strange smile appeared on his old face, and the breath of Sen Ran came to his face.

"It's been a long time, and the bones are hidden."

When the rickety old man heard this, he smiled even more happily, and the folds on his face were almost squeezed into chrysanthemums.

"I didn't expect you to look like this, almost the same as the old man, it's really a mess."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a tall and round guy with a strange U-shaped red facial pattern painted on his face, and an arrogant smile on his face:

"What else is there to say?"

"There is revenge, just kill this old guy!"

As soon as these words came out, some people immediately chimed in:

"That's right!"

"Back then, this guy fooled us into resisting the invisible empire of Youharbach, and the result?"

"A sword of fire fell, and I and the concubine of Shanding Temple were backstabbed on the spot and turned to ashes on the spot."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai followed his gaze and saw that the person who spoke had brown curly hair, wore blue handguards, and had a strong and developed figure, giving people a sense of strength.

"There are concubines in Shanding Temple, and the tail flower is danerang."

He said calmly: "What happened back then was indeed the old man's fault. ”

"But for the sake of the Corpse Soul Realm, even if he makes another choice, the old man will do the same."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately caused another person to sneer: "Listen, what a noble remark." ”

"Shigekuni Yamamoto, don't forget who you were in the first place."

"The Thirteenth Guardian Team is just a killer group in the skin of the Protector."

"Your self-proclaimed great spirit of dedication is not bullshit in my opinion!"

The man who spoke was tall but skinny, with a thin face, sunken eyes, a heavy fur around his neck, and a thick cloth covering his head to keep out the cold, revealing only his facial hair and beard.

The captain of the first generation of the seventh team, the execution is the martial arts.

As the person who hated Yamamoto Motoyanagisai the most among everyone, he didn't give face at all when he spoke.

"I agree with him."

Another person expressed his opinion, "What does it have to do with us whether the Corpse Soul Realm is destroyed or not?" ”

"But you are undoubtedly violating the spirit of the contract by attacking us for the sake of the so-called righteousness."

"So, Shigekuni Yamamoto, are you ready to accept your fate?"

The man had a thin face, glasses, and a stern expression, as if he were recounting an established fact.

"Yan Yuan Jinle, the old man doesn't understand."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai slowly spoke, wisps of flame burning under his feet, "Who gave you the courage to take advantage of this gap to invade the Corpse Soul Realm. ”

"If the old man was able to kill you back then, then he can do it a thousand years later."

"Since old friends don't want to leave here, let's stay forever."

Hearing this, Minister Jiro, who was standing behind him, smiled with relief.

This is the Lord Yuanliuzhai that he is familiar with.

How can a short temper get used to others?

What's more, this group of people also chose to stand on the opposite side of the corpse soul realm.

"Draw your sword, guys."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai raised the cane in his hand, and the blazing heat burned in it, instantly melting the epidermis.

Brown scabbard, oval blade, purple handle, flowing blade.

"Come and carry out your ideas, and kill the old man here completely!"

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai slowly drew his sword, and in the majestic voice, flames rose up, instantly evaporating the black phosphorus gas that lingered around.

"Everything is in ashes."

"Flowing Blades Like Fire......

…………

Quadrat team house.

The soldiers stood by to guard the huge crack that appeared near the general ambulance station, and suppressed the jailers who crawled out of it with a quantitative breach.

Although the strength of the fourth team is relatively weak, it has the largest number of soldiers.

Adhering to the principle of ants biting elephants, they really suppressed the jailer in the crack, so that they could not cause any damage or casualties.

"It's really hard work......"

A young man with a gray ponytail hairstyle, dark bags and freckles on his face, and a very depressed temperament appeared near the Grim Reaper.

"It's obviously just a logistics team, it's enough to do your job well."

He said dejectedly, "Why do you have to work so hard? ”

However, at this moment, a gentle voice came from behind:

"That's because everyone wants to protect their homes."

The depressed man turned around, and what greeted him was a gentle smile.

It feels as if the sun is shining on your body.

However, it was as if he had fallen into hell again, and his whole body was covered in cold, and the biting cold even penetrated through the flesh and bones.

"Mao, the flower of Mao......"

"It's been a long time, Shishima Chiki."

Uno Hanari smiled, as if he was just talking to an old friend.

"How are you in the fourth team, wait, your captain Haori ......"

As if he had seen something unbelievable, his eyes widened and his pupils narrowed to the extreme.

Damn, he just wanted to talk to his successor about his life ideals.

Why would this stupid quadrat choose a killer to be the captain!?

Can anyone tell me which tendon of the original sword Yachiliu is the wrong one, so that he will come to the fourth team to play the life-saving and wounded?

Could it be that cutting people can no longer satisfy her desires?

"Learning to return to the Tao is to fight better."

Uno Hanari slowly pulled out his sword and calmly explained:

"Over the years, I've paid a lot of price to find a suitable opponent."

"Fortunately, the hard work has not been in vain, and the opponent who is worth paying for life has been found by me."

"Come on, Chiki Shishima."

"Let me see how much you've grown from the hell you've fallen into."

Faced with the invitation to kill the embryo, Shijima Zhiwu showed bitterness on his face and said with difficulty:

"If you don't fight, can you?"

"I really just came to see it and left."

"You also know that I don't have a grudge against Shigekuni Yamamoto, it was Yuhabach who killed me in a miscellaneous way."

However, before the words were finished, the sharp sword pressure had already pierced the sky, tearing through the thick phosphorus gas.

From the moment Shijima Chiwu appeared in the Shiban team building, he had already been characterized as an enemy by Uno Hana.

During the war, logistics was a top priority.

Since you are an enemy, you should pay the corresponding price if you appear here.

As the captain of the first fourth team, Chiki Shijima must be aware of this rule.

After a few short rounds of fighting, Chiki Shishima suddenly realizes that he has been strengthened by Hell.

In other words, now he no longer needs to be afraid of the eight thousand streams of flowers.

A wave of blades docked, the sound of gold and iron intertwined vibrating, and the air trembled visibly with the naked eye.

"Yaqianliu, now you are no longer my opponent!"

Shishima suddenly became very excited, and even when he slashed, he was a little more powerful.

"Oh?"

Uno Hanari smiled, put his right hand in front of his cheek, and the spiritual pressure condensed into a mask of white bones, which was slowly put on the beautiful face.

"Really?"

In an instant, the sound became magical, and the overlapping of the complex gave people a sense of dizziness.

Seeing this, Shishima Chiki even gasped:

"Blur?!"

"This is strictly forbidden by Mao Forty-Six!"

Mao Zhihua Lie leaned over slightly, and Ling Ran's killing intent erupted, immediately causing the temperature of the surrounding environment to plummet, and a demonic voice sounded:

"Shishima Chiki, times have changed......"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, the almost substantive murderous aura has completely shrouded Shishima Chimist.

…………

Similar scenes continue to appear in the Lingling Court.

Except for the revenge of Yamamoto Motoyanagisai, almost all the captains encountered captain-level enemies.

After all, it's not just the first captains who have returned from hell.

Even a few captains have encountered double-digit enemies.

"Okay, okay, let's play like this."

Su Feng stared at the hellish dead in front of him who could reorganize into a team of thirteen court guards, and laughed angrily.

"Tsunaya Dynasty Tokitana, the six rebel leaders, Kushiro Sogo, Kuchiki Hibiki, the first Juban captain Wang Tuchuan Yuoki, and ......"

The words stopped abruptly, and Su Feng stared at the big-minded and immature glasses lady in front of him, and his tone suddenly softened a little:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the captain of the first generation of the Yaban team, Shikatori Ba Yunzhai, right?"

The glasses lady on the opposite side nodded calmly and said calmly:

"They said Saito was taken away by you, and I came to save her."

"Hand over Saito, and I'll leave right away."

Su Feng's brows were tightly locked, and he pondered hard:

"Who's Saito?"

Suddenly, it dawned on him: "That stinky female ghost, isn't it?" ”

"She was taken away by Sister Hua, talking about the old friends and reminiscences."

Hearing the title of Sister Hua, Lu took Ba Yunzhai to show a puzzled expression in time, and with his slightly immature face, the whole person suddenly highlighted a natural appearance:

"Sister Hua, who is it?"

"Well, you know, Mao no Hua Lie."

Sufeng reminded, "Oh yes, her previous name was Uno Hana Yachiryu. ”

Hearing this, Lu Tuba Yunzhai nodded silently and said:

"Thank you."

Then he turned around and walked away in the direction of the fourth team.

Its movements are so smooth that there is not the slightest hint of mud and water.

Su Feng was also a little dumbfounded: "This guy, do you believe whatever I say?" ”

The communication between the two of them had already made the others on the side angry.

They came back from hell to get revenge.

Now the enemy is in front of him, and he is blind to himself and others.

What a shame is this?

What a sarcasm?

"Tsunaya Tracing the Wind!"

Suddenly, Tsunayo Shitan let out a low roar, completely lacking the temperament of the previous conspirator, and his body was full of gloom, as if he was a strange person.

"Less posturing there."

"Now you, there is nowhere to run, prepare to accept the most painful death!"

He was skeptical about revenge before, but after seeing so many like-minded people, he was filled with confidence.

A captain-level Reaper may not be able to defeat Su Feng, but two, three, four, or even more than a dozen captain-level Reapers?!

Even his former teacher, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, didn't dare to underestimate them easily, right?

"Shitan, long time no see."

Su Feng watched the other party's back go away, and only then did he come back to his senses and greeted.

"Looks like you're not doing well in hell."

"Good news for you, I'm now the twenty-third generation head of the Tsunayo family."

Tsunayo Shitan suddenly breathed sluggishly, and his expression immediately became distorted:

"So what?"

"Today, you will die!"

As he spoke, he waved his arms and shouted, "The enemy is right in front of you, what are you waiting for?" ”

As the words fell, a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly surged, and a huge pillar of light shot straight into the sky, mixed with the dark and deep phosphorus gas, as if the whole world had fallen into the end of the world.

A huge and heavy spiritual pressure covered it, enveloping the entire jurisdiction.

The wind howled, the ground cracked and collapsed, and hideous bone claws climbed out of the darkness, exuding an aura of extreme despair to the outside world.

Not only the dead, but also the jailers of hell.

The Grim Reaper below the vice-captain could not even get close to their battlefield, and could only watch from afar, waiting for the outcome of the battle.

The dead who have been strengthened by Hell have several times the power of their lives!

The team members looked at the area where the wind was located, their faces showed despair, such a terrible spiritual pressure, is the captain of the wind really their opponent?

Looking at the enemy in front of him, Su Feng smiled gently, and his calm voice sounded on the battlefield, clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"It's amazing to have the guts to come back and continue to challenge me."

"But that's the only thing you can praise......"

(End of chapter)