Seeing Si Danfang's upright personality, Dongzhang waved his fist in admiration: "He's a real man, I'll get to know him if I have a chance in the future."

Komamura Zuozhen was silent.

At first, he thought that Aizen was not very reliable, but he was right.

As long as they can convince Si Danfang with their strength, then with their straightforward character, they will certainly answer their demands as a loser.

Although the Baidaomen was not small, it was lifted up without much effort under the force of the Sidanfang.

But when he was halfway up, his movements suddenly stopped.

"You are..." Si Danfang looked suspiciously at the silver-haired boy who was still like a child in front of him.

Seeing this, Komamura Zuozhen and Dongzhang looked at each other, thinking that everything was going well.

"Ichimaru Gin, the fifth division has three seats. What is Mr. Sidanfang doing now?" The squinting boy smiled dangerously.

"Uh, they are friends of the three seats of the East Immortal, and I took the token for them to the third seat of the East Immortal."

For a three-seat, Si Danfang did not have any awe, but explained it politely.

"Oh?" Ichimaru Yin swept his eyes through Sidanfang, his eyes flickering, "What about Baidaomen? Has Mr. Sidanfang forgotten his responsibilities?"

"This……"

Si Danfang suddenly felt a little wrong, but still said bravely: "I was defeated, so they can take good care of Bai Daomen for me."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"That can't be done."

"Defeated guards can't open the door against the rules."

"Defeat of the watchers means... mortal death!"

"Shoot him, magic gun!"

A gust of wind blew, and a short knife stabbed out.

Tear!

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[21]. Really add drama to myself (2/5)

"Shoot him, magic gun!"

A silver light flashed past, the airflow swayed, and the air was torn apart.

Sidanfang, who was facing Ichimaru Gin,'s pupils trembled, and a sense of danger of death came to his mind. He wanted to avoid but was locked by Qi Ji.

'Is this really just three seats? '

With such a thought in his heart, Si Danfang, who was suddenly afraid, felt a burst of despair.

boom!

The sound of weapons colliding.

Tear!

A strand of hair slowly fell from the air.

Komamura Zuojin, wearing a helmet, stood in front of Sidanfang, the Zanpakutō in his hand kept swinging, and he was on guard against Ichimaru Gin, who was holding a short sword and smiling not far away.

"Look, can't see."

Si Danfang murmured with trembling lips, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.

If it hadn't been for this guy named Komamura Zuozhen to block him, I'm afraid he would have been killed.

"Oh, you have stepped into the Seirei Garden." Ichimaru Gin, who failed to achieve success with one blow, smiled with a deep meaning.

"The old man can't sit back and watch you hurt the old man's friend."

The heavy and solid voice of Komaura Zuozhen moved Si Danfang for a while, and immediately cried emotionally: "You treat me as a friend, you are such a good person. Run away and break into Seoring at will. Court is a big crime."

"It's too late, this three-seat gentleman has already regarded us as an enemy that must be killed."

"Don't say that. After all, it was you who broke the rules of Seireitei first. It's just that you and the naked guy outside didn't break the rules. I only wanted to kill one person."

Ichimaru Gin spread out his hands and sighed with emotion.

Komamura Zuozhen said in a deep voice unmoved: "Stop pretending, the killing intent towards the three of us in your eyes is as conspicuous as a bright light in the dark night."

"Is it so obvious?" Ichimaru Gin pretended to be distressed and clapped his hands, and then showed a weird smile, "Then I want to see if the one outside can't resist coming in."

Swish.

The light voice sounded, and Ichimaru Gin disappeared in place.

Komamura Zuojin, who was always on guard, swept his eyes to the left, and slashed across with his hands slowly.

Ichimaru Gin, who suddenly appeared, slashed with his backhand, and his left hand quickly painted the rune of the spirit child out of thin air: "Thirty Binding Dao: The mouth flashes three times!"

Ichimaru Gin, whose strength was not as strong as the opponent's body trembled, was shaken back a distance, and at the same time, the binding path in his hand was smoothly swung out.

Three golden-yellow spiritual spikes shot out in a triangular shape at high speed, and Komamura Zuozhen was nailed out before he could react, and was directly nailed to the wall.

"Is this the way to bind? Do you think this can bind me?"

"The three flashes of the mouth are only the tie of No. [*]. The binding force is not particularly strong, but its biggest advantage is that it can shoot quickly, so in the past, it was very loved by the death god of the second division."

Saying proudly, Ichimaru Gin, who had stabilized his body, slammed his Zanpakutō at the struggling Komamura Zuojin, slid his footsteps and took a pose: "And me, it only takes a few seconds to end the battle. Shoot him, god gun!"

The piercing at twice the speed of sound is imminent.

"not good!"

Si Danfang, who had almost been threatened with life, screamed subconsciously, and raised a heart.

Komamura Zuozhen, who was facing this move, suddenly gave up his struggle, and whispered in a heavy voice: "Boom, God's condemnation!"

Boom!

A huge black arm blocked in front of Komamura under the wrapping of pink spiritual pressure, a pothole was smashed into the ground, and a shallow scar was left on the pillar-like fingers.

Taking advantage of this neutral position, Komamura Zuozhen finally broke free from the shackles of the Dao.

"Beginning, Beginning!" Si Danfang stuttered a little.

It's not that he doesn't know anything. After all, he is not unfamiliar with Shijie, who can defeat the giants by brute force, but Shijie is so strong that he has rarely seen it since he became a guard for two hundred years.

Komamura Zuojin, who had withdrawn his huge arm, looked down at his left hand and saw a not-so-deep scar on his index and middle fingers.

"Hey, you can actually solve it." Ichimaru Gin was a little surprised, and then sneered with murderous intent in his eyes, "You are not a member of the God of Death and the students of the God of Death, but you have the power of the God of Death, you have another big sin!"

"It seems that things can't be better today. Come over there!"

Komamura Zuozhen raised his head and sighed, then shouted and launched an attack.

The giant black arm holding a katana sword and the giant arm with bare hands appeared and disappeared alternately from all directions. The huge size caused great damage every time, and soon the surrounding buildings suffered.

Si Danfang compared his own destructive power, and suddenly felt like a younger brother.

But under this terrifying general crush, the third seat, Ichimaru Gin, did not show weakness. The short knife in his hand was like an assassin's dagger, launching swift and precise attacks from time to time.

From his perspective, the battle between the two is like the ultimate collision of speed and power.

"How strong are these two?"

Recalling the strength of those vice-captains in his memory, he was surprised to find that none of the vice-captains seemed to be so strong, and an incredible thought suddenly appeared in his heart: "Isn't it... How to explain this..."

The nearest death gods came one after another, and soon saw the battle between the two.

Almost the same reaction, every death god who saw the battle scene between the two couldn't help but be surprised.

"That's the three seats of Ichimaru of the fifth division."

"Who is he fighting?"

"I don't know, but the other party's first solution is so strong, it must be the god of death."

"Nonsense! But why does the other party wear a helmet? There must be some shady secrets that Ichimaru Sanxi broke before the conflict."

"Let's go help!"

Without any hesitation, these gods of death were ready to help without much hesitation.

Seeing this, Ichimaru Yin wanted to stop it.

"Wait, you're not... poof."

It seems that because of distraction, Ichimaru Gin was able to dodge it well for a while, so he could only forcefully take the slash of God's Retribution, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood all of a sudden.

Seeing this, there were exclamations of worry and self-blame all around.

"Three seats!"

"Damn, Ichimaru Sanshi!"

"You bastard!"

Seeing this situation, Komamura Zuozhen was also stunned.

There is no such thing in the plan, and the other party should also know that they will not slaughter those gods of death on their side. After all, they have to join the thirteenth team of the Guardian.

However, the current situation did not allow him to hesitate, and the play had to continue, but Komamura Zuojin, who was just worried about the opponent's situation, pulled back a little.

But at this moment, Ichimaru Gin suddenly raised his head and gave a cryptic look, wiped the blood on the surface of his mouth, and then moved away in an instant, sneered in his mouth: "Don't think that I'm not your opponent if I'm injured, there's nothing left. The reckless man of power."

I'll really add a show to myself! !

Fortunately, others can't see the expression under Komamura's helmet, otherwise his complex expression would definitely not be hidden.

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【22】.The tornado rises from the ground (3/5)

The two movie stars were acting there, and it was naturally impossible for others to watch.

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