A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 533 Li Gui hits Li Kui (3)

"Ah!"

Constantine sneezed suddenly.

"Keep your voice down, what if you are discovered?!"

In an opaque and dark house, Barton glanced at the man with dissatisfaction: "The gods of death haven't gone far yet."

Konstantin, who was nestled in the corner, tugged at his coat, rubbed his sore nose, and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't do it on purpose, besides, is this something I can control?"

"Anyway, don't make any more noise!" Barton sat in the opposite corner of the house, observing the small display screen on his arm: "We will move to the next hiding place when those gods of death are a little farther away."

The display screen on his arm is connected to dozens of tiny mosquito-like biological monitoring on the street outside.

These mosquitoes are extremely stealthy and have no spiritual pressure fluctuations at all. They can just bypass the spiritual detection of the gods of death, allowing them to predict the search routes of the gods of death one step in advance, so as to choose the best hiding place.

Relying on these mosquito monitors, they escaped the first wave of searches.

Now, they had to find a way to get closer to the depths, and then explore the place where Tony was being held.

"Someone seemed to be talking about me just now..."

Constantine stroked his messy blond hair, his expression seemed a little depressed: "This is not a good sign, the few remaining people who can still talk about me probably don't want me to live, right? "

Button's eyelids twitched: "How many people have you offended?"

"I think about it..."

Constantine thought for half a second, and then grinned: "I can't count the things now."

"Can we separate?"

"Oh? Why?"

"I'm afraid of being killed by you."

"It's a pity that I treat you as a friend, and you treat me like this?!"

"I always feel... the word friend, it doesn't look like a good word when you say it out of your mouth."

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

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The burly man raised his hand to catch the thrown photo.

The man in the photo has messy blond hair and the decadent face of a middle-aged uncle. His eyes are cloudy and lifeless, and he can't even see a glimmer of hope, as if there is endless grief and darkness.

To some extent, it is the eyes of the strong!

It doesn't matter whether he is the strongest or not, anyway, after seeing this rather vivid photo, the burly and strong man thinks so in his heart.

Even that disheveled blond hair was judged to be the unrestraint of a strong man, and the eyes contained endless sorrow, and it was the strength that only a man who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood and walked out of extremely tragic battlefields would have. eyes!

Frank didn't know that the other party could make up so much content with just one photo.

"It's this kind of look, this is the opponent I want!"

The burly man flicked the photo to Lori who was sitting on the high wall, and pulled out the jagged Zanpakuto from his waist: "But before I go to this man, I just need to get rid of you by the way." .”

"and many more!"

Frank's eyelids twitched. He didn't think he could defeat a captain, so he hurriedly said the excuse he had thought up a long time ago: "I know Lord Carr, and he asked me to pretend to be a member of the eleventh team. I don't know if you Do you know him?"

"Who knows..."

The burly man raised his sword eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, his smile became more ferocious: "It doesn't matter to anyone, after running such a long way, I finally bumped into one, so let's fight for a while."

"Fighting..."

Frank's pupils shrank slightly, and subconsciously took half a step back.

This unknown captain seemed to be even more insane than he had imagined. If he disagreed with him, he would fight with others. The rhetoric and lies he had prepared were basically useless.

"Hey, Lu Xun, tell me, what's your name?"

The man's one eye stared straight at him, and the scar that stretched across his face was distorted, revealing a frighteningly ferocious smile.

Frank looked at the man who was as tall as a mountain in his eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "Frank Castor, nicknamed the Punisher."

"Didn't you just say... that you are a member of the eleventh team?"

The burly man slowly took a step forward, and the jagged blade cut across a spark on the ground, making a piercing friction sound:

"Then let me teach you, the rules of the [-]th team, when you decide to kill an enemy, you must report your name, so that when the other party goes to hell, you don't even know who you are." .”

Is it...

Frank swallowed, a terrifying thought quietly surfaced in his mind.

Zheng——

The jagged long knife scraped the ground and the wall, drew a perfect half-arc in the air, and landed on the shoulder of the burly man. With the sound of the golden bell behind his head, the hoarse voice echoed like the alarm bell sounded by the god of death. On this narrow street.

"Captain of the [-]th Division, Saraki Kenpachi."

"Travel, keep this name in your heart, even after you go to hell, don't forget to kill the man who killed you!"

In an instant, the world paled!

The terrifying Reiatsu that was huge enough to affect the sky, struck like a tsunami!

The figure in front of him was suddenly raised hundreds of feet, like a magnificent and unreachable huge mountain, exuding an aura that swallowed everything, even light and sound, like an abyss. The air suddenly became heavy and sticky, even It takes effort to breathe.

this moment.

It felt like... facing an ocean of rage.

Wave after wave of raging waves in the sky and the earth seemed to smash his solitary boat to pieces at any moment!

What a terrible Reiatsu...

How could there be... such a monster in the world?

Even when facing Lord, he didn't feel such a terrible spiritual pressure.

Muscles and bones just endured this spiritual pressure, which made him feel as if he had been run over by a heavy truck. His whole body was stimulated as if he had been electrified. The pores all over his body shrank and closed suddenly, and cold sweat instantly seeped from his back. Come out and wet the dead bully pretend.

Captain of the [-]th squad... Kenpachi Saraki!

It is said that it is the only one who has inherited the name of "Sword Eight" in the contemporary era, and its combat ability is undoubtedly the best in the entire soul world.

It's just that he didn't expect, how could his luck be so bad?

It didn't take long for the fake No. [-] team to bump into the captain of the No. [-] team. He seriously suspected that he was cursed by the goddess of fate!

"Hey... aren't you ready to draw your sword?"

Zaraki Kenpachi held the jagged Zanpakutō, and smiled ferociously: "If the prey I finally met, if the performance is too weak, it will be too disappointing."

boom--! ! !

An extremely cold murderous intent, as if thousands of swords pierced through his body.

Obviously the other party just stood there without moving, but Frank felt that he had died thousands of times, as if he was overwhelmed by the murderous intent, and he didn't make any reaction for a long time.

"Hey, hey, give me some feedback."

Zaraki Kenpachi tilted his head, and said with a little disappointment, "Is that all you have?"

Frank took a deep breath, forced his brain to calm down, and raised the spiritual pressure in his body to the peak in one breath, roaring in an almost hysterical voice: "Justice is pale and humble, but it is by no means powerless—pale justice!"