The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 397 Fighting silently even if no one cares

when the alarm goes off.

Hisagi Shuhei was still eating his lunch in the bureau. There was a plate of mackerel on the table, with large pieces of fish bones and bones piled on the side, and he drank half of the cold beer.

His work in the Temple of the Gods is similar to that of the former Ninth Division, responsible for printing books, publishing some weekly magazines, and arresting troublemakers.

For example, minor matters such as drunken face-to-face fights, PK from online to offline games, etc., are all within the jurisdiction of his Public Security Bureau.

After all these years, Hisagi Shuhei has seen through the world that Captain Tōsen has to sacrifice his life to create.

It is even more evil than the previous soul world.

The light achieved through thinking and manipulating life and death can no longer be called light, but can only be called evil disguised as light.

Captain Dongxian was definitely deceived by Aizen.

Knowing this, Hisagi Shuhei still did not directly choose to resist. He was alone and weak, and rashly raised the banner of rebellion, which undoubtedly sent the death gods of the Ninth Division to death.

Hearing the beeping alarm, he quickly dropped his chopsticks, wiped his mouth casually, picked up the Zanpakuto on the table, and jumped out of the window.

On the roof, he looked into the distance, and there was a dark shadow looming from the four-blade palace. Could this Reiatsu be Captain Yamamoto?
Hisagi Shuhei's eyes were full of surprises. Although he had been thinking about death all these years, he never got in touch with Urahara Kisuke and others.

So much so that he was completely unclear about the recent series of actions, but he still realized that now is the time to fight back.

Hisagi Shuhei did not call other people, even he might easily lose his life in this battle, not to mention the soldiers below, they would die if they went up.

He leaped forward and ran across the roof.

Due to the large-scale outing of the Pomian, the streets were empty, and there were no people in the western-style buildings.

Hisagi Shuhei landed on the roof in front of him, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he jumped out to the side.

bang.

The roof was penetrated from below, and amidst the gravel and thick smoke, a tall and strong figure jumped out and landed on the edge of the roof, "In the name of God, I want to have a fair duel with you."

Hisagi Shuhei was a little surprised, and looked up at Pomian above him.

The man had a long face, thick lips, light brown skin, an orange afro head, prominent cheekbones on both sides of the face, and a square black beard on his chin.

The bone mask is on his forehead, which looks similar to star-shaped goggles.

"No. 107, Guntenbaine Mosqueda."

"correct answer."

Gangten Byrne replied angrily, "Your rebellion has already been seen through by God, and I am ordered to annihilate you, Hisagi Shuhei."

He has a serious face, the three digits are all eliminated from the top ten blades, and his strength is not weak, especially the guy in front of him, who has always been known for his strength, "I can't understand what you are saying, I just heard the alarm action."

"Don't quibble, you clearly want to support those gods of death."

Justen Byrne shook his head, obviously confirming what he thought.

"Then there's nothing we can do," Hisagi Shuhei saw that he couldn't be fooled, stepped forward in a blink of an eye, and swung his knife first.

Regardless of his honest appearance, if there is a real fight, he still doesn't mind using some despicable means to kill the enemy.

Gang Tengbain had been prepared for a long time, but he did not avoid it. He is the kind of power player who likes to crush the enemy with brute force.

Lightning flashed between the horned knuckles, "Boxing."

He roared, and invisible waves rose in the air, like fists blasting forward.

A hundred punches in one blow.

Perhaps this name is more appropriate, swinging heavy punches at super high speed, with the air turned into part of the fist attack, and then creating a combo.

All the scenery distorted into a blur.

Hisagi Shuhei couldn't see through his eyes, he could only rely on his spiritual sense, and slashed down fiercely with the saber in both hands.

boom!The knife precisely hit the bull's horn on the knuckles, and the substantive wave of air was not blocked by his fists, and landed on Hisagi Shuhei's body one after another, "Pfft."

A mouthful of blood spewed out, Hisagi Shuhei did not retreat, he pulled his swords down, and blood gushed out of his fist.

"Haha," Gangten Byrne laughed wildly when he saw the blood, and the fighting spirit in his bones was aroused, and he kicked forward.

Hisagi Shuhei kicked back.

boom!
The air exploded, the red tiles on the roof cracked, and the two of them flew upside down.

Gangten Byrne tried his best to stop his backward posture, and laughed wildly: "Haha, interesting, let me crush you with all my strength!"

"Come on, Dragon Fist!"

A pale whirlwind suddenly blew up and then dissipated. Huge white shells covered his shoulders and arms, with a long tail trailing behind him.

The hands are in the shape of a dragon.

This is his returning posture, "Let's fight happily."

"Are you fighting happily? Then I can't do it. When I think of fighting with others, I might die, and I'm terrified."

"Huh? So far, what are you talking about?"

Gangten Byrne was stunned, "If you're so scared, why fight?"

"Someone once told me that only those who are afraid are qualified to hold a sword."

Hisagi Shuhei answered seriously.

"Boring." Gang Tenbyn pulled down the goggles with stars, put his hands together, raised the spiritual pressure to the extreme, condensed it into a ball between his hands, and said reverently: "My lord, please forgive us .”

The golden light shot forward in a fan shape, and the buildings blocking the way fell apart in an instant.

Faster than False Flash, and stronger than False Flash's spiritual pressure, it can destroy everything. This is his strongest move, Dragon Roaring Fist.

"Yeah, a lot of people say I'm boring."

"?" Gang Tenbyen lifted the goggles with his hand, and saw a black figure in the Lingzi turbulence, "Why didn't you die?"

"Probably because I'm a little stronger than you."

Hisagi Shuhei held Hajime's Kazeshiki in both hands. They were two double-headed spiral sickles strung together by chains. They were in a thin S shape, and their arc was similar to that of a silver moon scimitar.

He doesn't like the appearance of his own Zanpakuto Shijie, the killing atmosphere is too strong, which does not conform to Captain Dongxian's teachings and the justice in his heart.

"You can really talk big." Gangten Byrne turned his face suddenly, and punched hard with his right hand forward.

Hisagi Shuhei waved Kazeshi to meet him, like cutting tofu, he easily cut through the fist that Gunten Byrne was proud of and the hard shell armor on his arm, and finally cut off his head smoothly.

It was so fast that Tenmbine couldn't even realize that he was dead, and his expression still retained the ferocious expression when he attacked.

Hisagi Shuhei heaved a sigh of relief, hearing a sharp piercing sound in his ears, he quickly avoided it.

Justin Byrne's headless body was cut open by a round blade, pulled by a thin elastic rope, spun back, and landed on a knife handle, "I was taken aback, thinking that the credit for getting it would make that guy snatched it."

Hisagi Shuhei frowned slightly and said, "Tiruti Sandavich, are you coming to stop me too?"

"Nonsense, rebels can only die."

She replied proudly.

Hisagi Shuhei remained silent for a while, his face flushed slightly, "Don't stand so tall when you wear a short skirt."

Tiruti's eyes were stern, and he glanced at the short skirt subconsciously. At this height and angle, his pupils suddenly dilated, "I'm going to kill you!!"

(End of this chapter)