The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 92 The Mad King Zongzheng Appears (Brothers are rushing to Sanjiang!)
For several days, there was no major movement.

The wind was blowing and the sun was still so hot, but Shiraishi felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

The sunshade was opened, and he was lying on the wooden deck chair, with Jin Yan fanning beside him.

On a plate on the table were peeled and diced iced watermelons for him to enjoy.

Don't look at Jin Yan's strong muscles and the appearance of a tough guy with five big and three thick.

Shiraishi was very resistant at first, unable to hold back the enthusiasm of the other party, so he could only do these things to repay his kindness.

It made him forced to become a "crippled man."

Hey, it was another corrupt day, he sighed inwardly, picked up a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Gantul! It's too slow. They say that you should be careful when throwing your fists. Don't use all your power blindly. If you are avoided by the enemy, what should you do?"

Zhibo Konghe taught Ganju the white-beating skills under the scorching sun. He didn't stay underground. Naturally, he wanted to use the heat to hone his willpower. .

Use your full strength at the most critical moment, life or death! "

"I understand!"

Shiba Gansu replied loudly, his eyes fixed on Ginyan in front of him, he put his hands in a stance, his eyes were aimed at the right foot, and he rushed forward.

Yin Yan saw through his thoughts, raised his right foot and kicked it, like a guillotine.

Shibo Ganju seemed to have expected it long ago. He squatted down suddenly, avoided it, kicked Yinyan's left foot with a sweeping leg, and laughed loudly: "Haha, you've got it."

Yin Yan was not angry, and praised: "Master Gansu did a good job."

"It's still a long way off." Zhibo Konghe urged, "Continue!"

"Empty Crane."

Shiraishi called out.

"Why?" Zhibo Konghe replied impatiently.

She's been very angry lately.

Not only is the progress of Ganju's white fight slow, but also because of the delay in Zongzheng.

She hated the feeling that she knew there was a knife hanging over her head, but it didn't fall.

"You can let the Ganju and the others go back to the house."

Shiraishi said something and swallowed the cold and sweet pulp. From just now, the line of sight that was directed at him disappeared. Did the secret technique fail?Or was the watchdog killed?

He thinks the latter is more likely.

Zhibo Konghe saw his dignified expression, let down his dangling heart, and instructed: "Jin Yan, Yin Yan, bring Ganju back to the room."

"Miss."

"Go back!" she shouted.

Jin and Yin returned to the house with Shiba Gansu.

Zhibo Konghe glanced around and asked, "Can you detect his spiritual pressure response?"

Shiraishi shook his head and said: "I only noticed that the sight of the god of death disappeared, and the specific Reiatsu has not been found."

"Tsk." A hint of impatience flashed across Zhibo Konghe's face, he strode under the sunshade, picked up the watermelon with his hands and threw it into his mouth, "Do you think he would be afraid that we wouldn't dare to come?"

"It's nicknamed the Mad King, if you're afraid, you won't be called this title."

Bai Shi replied, and the man stepped off the rattan chair and stretched his muscles and bones, "I'm going to let you all get fat recently."

Zhibo Konghe rolled his eyes and said, "I think you enjoy this kind of life."

The two of you chatted with me one by one, and passed the leisure time before the war. They are not chicks fighting for the first time, and naturally they will not tense their nerves before the war.

People who are used to fighting will try to relax their minds and let their bodies exert their due strength.

After a while, a dark shadow loomed on the distant horizon.

Zhibo Konghe licked his mouth and said, "Help me swipe the formation."

"I think it's better to play together." Shiraishi reminded that his duels were limited to VS.

For others, he just wants to end the battle as quickly as possible, and the means and process are not important.

"Let me try it first."

Zhibo Konghe doesn't like group fights much, and prefers one-on-one fights. She walks from here to the front in a blink of an eye.

The shadows quickly became clear.

It was a dozen people crawling on the ground.

There were men and women, all naked, their palms and knees were bleeding, and they still dared not stop.

Zongzheng sat in the "seat" formed by their backs, with messy dark green hair hanging down to his waist, his mouth full of stubble, his eyes as clear as mirrors, and his eyebrows were shaped like blades, revealing a sharp edge. .

He didn't wear shoes, his feet were bare, and he didn't wear a Zanpakutō. He was dressed in a moon-white kimono with a few hideous centipede-shaped scars on the open neckline.

"Well, not bad Shunbu." Zongzheng took a bite of the watermelon and threw away the rind at will, and the people under him stopped moving forward, all lying on the ground, "First meeting, the little girl from Zhibo's family, my name is Zongzheng. "

Zhibo Konghe said with a livid face: "You are as scumbag as the rumors say."

"Haha, you are wrong." Zong Zheng raised his head and laughed, got up and stepped on his feet, two heads exploded on the soles of his feet, "I am a scum among the scum."

Zhibo Konghe's complexion became more and more ugly, and he was worried about others, so he didn't dare to take action first, and asked, "You killed the god of death who was watching me?"

"You don't have to thank me."

Zong Zheng said with a smile: "If you really want to thank me, just take me to Lingwang Palace."

Zhibo Konghe mocked: "Do you think you are the opponent of the royal spy team zero?"

"It's really strange what you said, those guys who lost their Zanpakutō are trash, what's there to be afraid of?"

Zongzheng asked back, raising his hands high, as if he wanted to drag the sun down, and said, "King Ling, a spy of the royal family, I might not be able to defeat me 2000 years ago, but it will be different after 2000 years.

Do you know what kind of place Wuji is? "

The jumping nature of the topic made Zhibo Konghe unable to pick up the words, he said to himself: "The infinity is so big that it has no boundaries, and the inside is shrouded in darkness.

Even if you open your eyes, you can't see any light, try your best to roar, but can't hear a sound, you are bound in place, you can't notice the passage of time, and you don't even know if you are alive or not. "

Speaking of this, Zong Zheng's expression showed a strong disgust, "I almost went crazy."

Zhibo Konghe said, "You've already gone crazy."

"No, I'm not crazy, it's just that I think differently from most people, so those who hold the majority opinion regard me as a lunatic, exclude me, and suppress me."

Zong Zheng said with mockery on his face: "They thought that would make me submit, but they were very wrong."

Zhibo Konghe pursed his lips and said, "So you want to kill the Spirit King, destroy the Soul Soul World, and take revenge on those people?"

Zongzheng spread his hands and said: "No, I just can't allow people more noble than my bloodline to live in this world."

"You're a lunatic."

Shiba Konghe recognized Shiraishi's words and didn't take the wrong nickname, this guy is really a lunatic.

"Hey." Zong Zheng sighed, and he really couldn't understand, "I'd better kill you."

Zhibo Konghe shot first.

　ps: Although I don’t know if I can rush up, but it’s not suitable to rush to the strong point.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)