The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 76 Black Rope Scourge Meow! !
For nearly a thousand years, the Gotei Thirteen Team has evolved from a pure killer organization to a military organization that maintains peace and order and has a perfect division of functions.

When Seireitei is attacked, each division has its own responsibilities.

Needless to say, the Eleventh Division is fighting, finding the enemy in the invading court, and then knocking them down or being knocked down.

The Fourth Division is the ambulance. In the event of a battle, there is no special order issued by the commander-in-chief to stick to it. Basically, an ambulance team will be sent to wander around the court and try their best to save the injured.

The duty of the Seventh Division is to help and protect the First Division and the Central Room 46.

Except for the Seventh Division, if there is a battle in Mao District, the other divisions will not send reinforcements to the First Division and the Central Room 46.

On the one hand is to trust the strength of the captain.

Another reason is that Room 46 of the Central Committee is afraid that other captains will secretly plan other things in the name of rescue, and they don't want too many captains to come over.

Therefore, as soon as the battle in Maou District started, the rest of the divisions did not respond at all, and only the seventh division began to act.

"Tezaemon, you are leading the soldiers behind, this old man will go first!"

Seventh Division Captain Komamura Zuojin ordered his adjutant, and then went to Maou District alone, walking on the roof and the wall in an instant.

He had already memorized all the locations of the spirit trap, so he could use Shunpo to walk on it instead of going around on the ground.

Pa, a tile shattered at his feet, he jumped to the side, landed on a road about 20 meters wide, and looked up at the attic in front of him to the right.

Someone was sitting by the railing.

Toshiro had a shallow smile on his face, his long black hair fell on his shoulders, he was wearing a blue kimono that was not a death tyrant outfit, and he was holding a silver spear.

Komamura Zuozhen said solemnly: "Although it is an enemy, Your Excellency did not attack the old man, but chose to fight in an upright manner. This is worthy of praise. What is your name?"

"Yuan Yoshitsune." The black-haired man said, landing on the ground from above, carrying a spear on his shoulders and saying, "Listen to the tone of your voice, you should be an upright person, why do you cover up your appearance?"

"The old man was born with a strange appearance, so he had to cover it up with a mask." Komamura Zuozhen replied in a deep voice.

He used to be discriminated against by outsiders because of his unusual appearance. He had an honest character and was unwilling to do anything to the weak, so he chose to escape.

It was a bitter year, but it was not completely bitter. On the way to escape, he met his current best friend, Dong Xian Yao.

He met Yuan Liuzhai, who did not dislike his appearance and was willing to take him in.

He swore that he would repay that kindness with his life.

"This is the end of the gossip, this old man is the captain of the seventh division, the left formation of Komaura, if you don't want to give way, just fight here!"

Komamura Zuozhen did not continue to chat, he had already said what he had to say, he pulled out the Zanpakutō, the bursting spiritual pressure directly shattered the ground, and the blade sharply swung forward.

Boom, the violent sword pressure is like a high-speed rail moving forward at full speed, rushing forward.

Yuan Yoshitsune didn't evade, and played a spear, using the tip of the spear against the sword pressure to release the force.

That surging power made him take seven or eight steps back, and the ground cracked like a cobweb. Then he shook the barrel of the gun and pressed the sword to the side.

Rumbling ~ the walls, the house turned into a ruin, and billowing smoke was set off.

"Oh, you can actually block this old man's blow."

Under the barrel-shaped mask, Komamura Zuozhen's eyes narrowed slightly. If it were another captain, he would have to use Shijie to continue fighting for a while.

He is different.

He is the type of fierce general who is accustomed to using absolute power to overwhelm the enemy, and does not like to delay time.

"Swallow solution, the black rope scourges King Ming!"

A scarlet spiritual pressure emerged from his body. In the frantic flow of the spiritual child, two pillar-like hands were propped on the ground. Then, a huge figure stood up from behind him.

A pair of ferocious horns are bent towards the sky, wearing jet-black armor similar to a military general, and a bright red face scarf covering the face below the eyes. The body is extremely huge, about twenty or thirty stories high.

"That's an exaggeration," Yuan Yoshitsune looked up at the huge swastika with a solemn look in his eyes. You don't need to try it yourself, you can see how powerful this swastika is by looking at this body shape.

I also understand that this solution is definitely cumbersome.

Yuan Yoshitsune decided to use speed to win, and immediately charged forward.

The cracked bluestone floor, the upturned dirt blocks, and the bad road conditions didn't make him pause, his feet were on the ground.

Boom!

Like thunder blasting in my ears, the hurricane from top to bottom generated wind pressure like a mountain hitting my shoulders.

Yuan Yoshitsune raised his head with difficulty, his black hair fluttered freely, and the flesh on his cheeks kept shaking.

A 40-meter-long steel knife chopped down.

If he continued to move forward, he would definitely not be able to avoid the knife, and hurriedly jumped to the side.

With a bang, the steel knife fell to the ground, the remaining floor was directly shaken into powder, the walls and houses on both sides fell in rows, and the strong wind swept the dust in all directions.

Komamura Zuozhen's eyes were aimed to the left, the sword was swung to the left, and the steel sword also slid across the ground to the left.

Countless gravels rose up, and Yuan Yoshitsune was forced to jump again, with no chance to approach, and no thought of attacking.

Tensioning all nerves, exhausting all Reiatsu, and trying to escape from the knife is the only thing he can do at the moment.

If he was hit, with the power of that sword, his body and spirit would be wiped out in an instant.

Yuan Yoshitsune dodged left and right, and the surrounding area seemed to be transformed into a thunderstorm area. The loud noise was constant, and waves of dust were raised, blown away, raised, and blown away.

Under the extremely tense nerves, Yuan Yoshitsun keenly captured the slowness of the sword-wielding King Ming of the Heavenly Scourge of the Black Rope.

Chance!He hardly thought about it, rushing towards the glimmer of hope of victory.

Then, he ushered in the shadows.

King Ming of the Black Rope Scourge did not use a knife, and slapped it directly.

boom!
Yuan Yoshitsune took the blow firmly, and a semi-circular pit burst under his feet.

Komamura Zuozhen's robes fluttered, and he put away his knife, and King Ming of the Black Rope Heavenly Scourge disappeared behind his back.

"Wait!" A bloody figure stood up tremblingly from the center of the pit, his vision became blurred, and everything he saw was distorted, "I haven't lost yet."

"You no longer have the strength to continue fighting."

Komamura Sajin turned around and wanted to leave.

"I'm not dead yet."

Yuan Yoshitsune raised his head with a smile on his face. He was not afraid of death, but just wanted to establish his career as a military commander or die in battle under the command of a respected figure.

He couldn't do it in his lifetime, but fortunately, God has mercy on him. Let him meet Lord Nobunaga in Liuhun Street, which can make up for the regrets in his lifetime. He held up the broken Zanpakutō, "I have no regrets and no regrets in this life!"

As soon as the words of regret came out, the man tried all his spiritual pressure and stabbed forward with the broken knife in both hands.

Komamura Zuozhen saw this, turned around, did not draw his sword, and stood silently.

Yuan Yoshitsune's broken blade hadn't been stabbed in the chest, just next to the chest, the light in the eyes has dissipated.

"The old man will remember your name, Yuan Yoshitsune."

Komamura Zuojin stretched out his hand to help him close his eyes, turned around again, and accelerated towards Maou District.

He also has someone worthy of his life's allegiance.

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