The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 48
West Ten District, Mi Village.

Taro seriously suspects that it is not the problem with the road of the big poplar tree, but that he has hit an evil this year.

Playing and playing, you will encounter the god of death, not one, but a group of fierce gods of death.

The number is not less than ten.

Specifically how much, it is too difficult for him to graduate from the mathematics level of prenatal education.

The god of death who led the team was very fierce, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and the scars from his face to his chest were as dense as a beehive, "to drive everyone out."

At his command, the rest of the gods of death dispersed and began to call people from house to house, and the inhabitants were driven outside like cattle and sheep.

Tens of thousands of people gathered together, and they couldn't understand the situation at all. It was the first time I saw so many death gods gathered, and it made people understand that something big happened.

"Quiet!" The scarred man roared forward, and the spiritual pressure of the seven seats was released, so that the residents in the front row could not speak. The silence went from front to back, and tens of thousands of people became silent.

"Who is the elder?"

"Me." The elder stood up tremblingly with a cane in his hand, "Do you dare to ask the adults to gather us?"

"My name is Wuliang Chongren, the seventh seat of the [-]th Division. I am hunting down the most vicious prisoner Shiraishi under the order from above. He should have appeared in this area. He is a silver-haired man in strange clothes."

Wuliang Chongren leaned over, his eyes were close to the elder's eyes, and the heat of his breath could be spit on the elder's face, "Do you know his whereabouts?"

"I don't know, we've never met this man."

The elder lied without changing his face. Shiraishi was usually haunted. He didn't know the exact whereabouts at all. If he really said that he knew, he would definitely be asked about his specific whereabouts. It is better to choose not to know.

"Tsk." Wuliang Chongren pushed the elder's shoulder with his left hand, and slashed his chest with a knife with his right hand, blood splashing.

"Elder!" The residents in the front row wanted to step forward.

"You want to rebel!"

The unscrupulous Chongren let out a roar, and the spiritual pressure pierced the body of the residents in the front row like a sharp needle, preventing them from going forward, so they could only look angry, "I know very well the character of you pariahs, if you don't kill a few people, you won't tell the truth."

His fierce eyes swept over these people, and rushed from Seiringtei to the West Tenth District. The search was fruitless. The tyrannical killing intent was boiling in his chest, and he urgently needed a place to vent.

These Floating Soul Street residents are good targets.

Unscrupulous Chongren has a belligerent and murderous personality. He came from the Outer Soul Street. He once slaughtered a village because of his happiness, and he also bound a group of people into the mountains and burned them because of boredom.

Even when leaving the [-]th District, he deliberately dropped dead bodies in every water source and well in the area.

After arriving in the eleventh division, his character is not as bad as before, no matter how ferocious beasts are, they will succumb to real beasts.

There is no doubt that Kenpachi Zaraki is a beast capable of subduing all beasts.

Under his influence, Wuliang Chongren has changed a lot, preferring to wield the sword at the strong rather than killing the weak.

Because of this, he chose to kill a few people here instead of killing them all.

The unscrupulous Chongren swept his eyes and aimed at the children in the crowd, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

It is very difficult for such a child to survive in Outlander Street.

The areas with the highest numbers are different, and people tend to place more importance on children than adults.

"If I don't tell the truth, I'll cut off this kid's head."

As he said, he walked towards Taro, and the Reiatsu forced people to keep avoiding it. It had nothing to do with will, but a difference in soul.

Taro's legs were trembling, he wet his pants again, he wanted to cry, why did bad things always happen to him.

The unscrupulous Chongren stretched out his hand, but his hand was gone.

Half of it fell to the ground, blood stained the ground, he was stunned, and he didn't react at all.

A person stood in front of him, holding a knife, the blade was golden, and there was a little blood flowing.

"It's you!" Wuliang Chongren had a sick smile on his face, his other hand trying to pull out the Zanpakutō.

Shiraishi stomped his foot, without using any skills, simply charged, level A, so fast that no one could see clearly.

Wuliang Chongren's neck froze, his head flew up, a lot of blood gushed out, and the headless body fell backwards.

When the rest of the gods of death saw this, they drew their swords one after another, but no one thought of escaping.

Shiraishi also wouldn't let them run, and the blade made a soft moan in the air, like the wind whispering.

The throat was cut open by the blade, the tearing of flesh and bones was so low that it was almost inaudible, and the heads flew up one by one, forming a dazzling red fountain.

"Sorry." Shiraishi retracted his knife and whispered to the elders on the ground, "I will let those gods of death understand what it means to seek death."

His words were full of murderousness.

Originally wanted to hide in the ground and let this group of death gods toss and toss, but overestimated the quality of most death gods.

At first, he noticed that Mi Village had the spiritual pressure of the god of death, but he didn't pay much attention to it. When the spiritual pressure of the god of death was released unexpectedly, he realized that something was not right. He hurriedly rushed from the exit, or took a step slowly.

Looking at the injured elder and the dangerous Taro, he would not choose to endure.

Shiraishi didn't want to be an enemy of Death, it didn't mean he was afraid of Death, he just felt that fighting Death was not good, it was troublesome, and he was too lazy to fight.

Once he felt the need to fight, he would never show mercy.

"Baishi." The elder reached out and tried to persuade him not to be impulsive. The man had disappeared, and his hand was frozen in mid-air.

"It's amazing." Taro's eyes lit up, and those gods of death who were high above turned into corpses in the blink of an eye.

Big brother is so strong!
Taro clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed with excitement.

call.

A god of death wearing a bamboo hat and a flower coat appeared beside the elder and asked, "Are you the elder of this village?"

The elder saw that there was a pure white captain Yuori under the flower coat, a black death tyrant outfit, a heart almost stopped beating, team, captain? !

"Yeah." He answered with difficulty.

Jingle Chunshui squatted down, looked at the wound on his body, and then looked at the dead eleventh rank, and roughly guessed what happened.

After the death of their friend Kariyaki, the [-]th Division was farther and farther away from the title of the Hana no Martial Artist Group. In the era of the [-]th Kenpachi Ghost Rock City, this unit rushed to the vulgar road like a bandit without hesitation.

To this day, there are only a handful of players in the eleventh team who can reason with others.

"I'm sorry." Jingle Chunshui said and stood up again, "Can you trace the remaining Reiatsu, Nanao-chan?"

"No, it can't be traced." The intellectual woman wearing glasses replied, "The situation is very bad."

"That's right, the recklessness of the eleventh team angered the opponent."

Jingle Chunshui sighed, the Reiatsu of the team members was disappearing, and the enemy took advantage of the ultra-high speed and concealment to kill the team members in different directions at will.

The officers below the captain were completely unable to compete, and they didn't even have time for them to arrive.

The strategy must be changed.

Jingle Chunshui thought for a while and found a way, "Nanxu-chan, open the sky and stand tall, and the goal is the entire Xishi District."

(End of this chapter)