The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 58 Miyamoto Musashi Vs Saraki Kenpachi
As an unknown pawn, beheading a world-famous powerhouse is one of life's great joys.

Miyamoto Musashi has not made a name for himself in the Soul Society for a long time, and has been honing his skills in the Outer Soul Street. He just wants to kill the right enemy at the right time, so that his reputation can be heard in the Soul Soul World.

The captain of the eleventh division obviously meets this condition.

When Miyamoto Musashi was in the Outlander Street, he often heard the name of Kenpachi Zaraki.

People call him the strongest undefeated god of death.

If he can kill the opponent, the battle will become a legend, and it will quickly spread throughout the Street of Souls.

Just like the battle he killed Sasaki Kojiro, it took one night to go from being unknown to being famous all over the world.

"Musashi, restrain your Reiatsu."

Oda Nobunaga immediately reminded that this subordinate was too excited.

"Sorry." Miyamoto Musashi regained his senses, suppressed the strong excitement in his heart, and found that there was one less person around, and said strangely: "Where's that guy?"

Shiraishi ran away.

Oda Nobunaga's first reaction was that he was betrayed again, and immediately denied that possibility.

Shiraishi really wanted to be detrimental to him, so there was no need to drag it until now.

He rolled his eyes, suddenly thought of another possibility, scolded himself for being careless, and said solemnly: "Our whereabouts have been exposed, you divert Zenggi Kenpachi, and I will go to Luyue City!"

exposed?

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Liuyuecheng, from here to there, at least tens of kilometers!
The leakage of Reiatsu caused by a momentary emotion fell at such a long distance, as if he had farted.

It’s okay to say at close range, but it’s impossible for such a long distance.

Miyamoto Musashi wanted to refute, but he didn't speak. The habit he left behind during his lifetime made him choose to obey Nobunaga's order and leap from the top of the mountain to stay away from the mountain.

At the same time, Luyue City, thirty kilometers away.

Jingle, the wind blew across the city, and the bells tied at the tips of the hair rang.

"Beast" opened his left eye, and the corner of his mouth gradually pulled out a grin, and even the air he exhaled showed a bloody smell, "I found it, there are four guys, who is the strongest one?"

The bell started to shake, this guy wasn't, this guy, wasn't either.

is it you...

A deep and powerful voice sounded in his ears.

Miyamoto Musashi felt the chills on the back of his neck stand up, his feet twisted, and his body fell on the ground where the fallen leaves were piled up. He looked around and saw no one.

Sunlight falls from gaps in the forest, forming beams of light visible to the naked eye.

It was terribly quiet, and it was terribly loud.

The loud noise of the turbulent flow of the spiritual child is not heard with the ears, but with the sense of the spirit.

When he came, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes sank, and he held the two knives around his waist with both hands, posing a first-class starting style for two days.

Bang, the tree that the three of them hugged burst apart, and a tall and thin figure rushed out from it. Under the white feathers was a black death tyrant outfit, indicating the identity of the comer.

The captain of the eleventh division, Kenpachi Zaraki.

The violent wind rolled up the fallen leaves and slapped Miyamoto Musashi's feet, waist, and chest like a tide.

He looked at the man in front of him, with a prickly pear-like hairstyle and a dark eye patch on his right eye.

The so-called appearance is born from the heart, this is the first time he has seen the appearance of this evil ghost.

"Baqianliu, step back."

The moment Zaragi Kenpachi saw Miyamoto Musashi, his eyes lit up, and he held the bandaged hilt in his right hand.

"Hi." Kusaka Yachiryu smiled, his feet kicked on his spacious back, and carrying his Zanpakutō jumped to the hills several miles away to watch the battle.

Miyamoto Musashi narrowed his eyes and said, "Before the battle, I would like to ask, how did you find out my location?"

Zeraki Kenpachi will still satisfy such a request from the enemy, pointing to the bell on the tip of his hand and saying: "This is a small device made by the Technology Development Bureau for me to reveal my position and at the same time allow me to detect the enemy. Location."

"It turns out that I was sitting in the well and watching the sky."

Miyamoto Musashi sighed, he never imagined that there are scientific creations in places like the Soul Society.

"If you're satisfied, let's start fighting!" Zaragi Kenpachi was really suffocated these days.

Or rather hungry.

He has always wanted to fight with Shiraishi, but he was always unable to be satisfied, and his efforts were fruitless, and the others were the kind of people who couldn't even cut him.

There was nowhere to vent the surging fighting spirit in his heart.

It just so happened that the commander-in-chief received news that the people from the Owari Group would start robbing the tax collection unit in the West [-]th District.

In the spirit that no matter how small a mosquito is, Zeraki Kenpachi volunteered to ask Ying, never expecting to meet an enemy worthy of a fight here, "I'm very happy."

"I feel the same, after killing you, Miyamoto Musashi's name will be famous all over the world."

He lowered his center of gravity, his body was like a full bowstring, taut, but he didn't take the lead.

It's his favorite thing to do.

"Haha," Zaragi Kenpachi laughed.

Killing or being killed, for him, is a kind of pastime to pass the time.

If the opponent's blade can really kill him, it's not bad.

Zaraki Kenpachi drew his sword.

Unlike a normal blade, his blade is pitted, and at first glance, it looks like a row of serrations.

If you look closely, you can see that the sunken blade is blunt, which shows how rough the owner of the knife is.

"As a swordsman, I don't even care about knives."

Miyamoto Musashi frowned and couldn't help but accuse him.

Zaraki Kenpachi smiled, "Zanpakutō is a tool for killing, as long as it can cut people!"

Boom, there are no moves at all, raising the knife, swinging the knife, the movements are full of countless flaws.

Is this the strength known as the strongest god of death?

Miyamoto Musashi put aside his doubts, took advantage of the height difference, swooped forward, and unsheathed both knives at the same time.

The so-called two-day first-class means defending while attacking, and attacking while defending.

Easier said than done.

He spent his whole life just sorting out the first-class concept for two days, and after his death, he went to the Soul Realm to fight and fight with others constantly.

After another 200 years, Ertian Yiliu has truly transformed from an idea into a move that actually exists.

As they got closer, they were all within the reach of the blade.

Miyamoto Musashi Reiya went all the way down from his shoulder, his right arm seemed to have no bones and was thrown out like a whip.

The clenched tachi skillfully struck at the junction of the hilt and the blade, and the layers of strength exploded, making Kenpachi Zaraki unable to swing the sword with all his strength.

The small knife in the left hand is aimed at the throat.

It's too late to say.

A short, breathless fight.

Zaragi Kenpachi took two quick steps back, his left hand touched his throat, and his fingers could detect the warmth and stickiness of the blood.

"I escaped once with the instinct of a beast."

Miyamoto Musashi flicked the blood on the small sword, showing a leisurely expression on his face, "No matter how ferocious a beast is, facing an experienced hunter, there is only one end to it, and that is death."

Zeraki Kenpachi glanced at the blood in the palm of his hand, almost, if he retreated slowly, his throat would be cut by the small sword, "Tsk."

"Are you afraid?" Miyamoto Musashi asked.

"Idiot, either scared or bored because the battle is about to end."

Zeraki Kenpachi hates this kind of kendo master the most. If you don't take off the blindfold, it's very disgusting. If you take off the blindfold, you will quickly end the battle, "Please, you must hold me longer!"

While speaking, he took off his blindfold, allowing his right eye to see the scenery after a long time.

　ps: Thanks to Doflamingo for the reward, I will add one more update!Try to add it today!
　　
　
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