In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Suddenly, vaguely, the outline of a tall and thin figure was outlined.

Almost at the moment he noticed the outline, Xiumu Yinling's nerve reaction suddenly increased to the limit, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to that side.

Fingers clenched!

"Line cut!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin threads that were originally floating in the air like dandelions and difficult to capture with the naked eye suddenly turned into steel wires as hard and sharp as knife blades, forming a network.

The figure also obviously sensed Xiumu Yinling's murderous intent, and immediately retreated into the distance at a rapid speed.

But it just happened to collide with the net outlined behind him.

However, Xiumu Yinling's expression, which originally showed confidence in victory, suddenly turned cold.

"Qianglang——"

The figure collided with the wind net, and once again a crisp metallic sound was heard.

You can even see sparks of fire splashing in the air like water.

It seems that he is aware of this as well.

"laugh."

Suddenly, a muffled laugh was heard in the void.

A figure as thin and tall as a bamboo pole, with a silver metallic luster on the surface, slowly stepped out from the invisible.

It seemed as if facing such a weak attack, he didn't even bother to hide.

Xiumu Yinling looked at it and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The tall and thin figure stood still, with the outer edges of his arms forming two saber-like winding arcs.

The long tail, with a sharp point at the end like a halberd handle, swayed constantly.

All the Death Soldier soldiers behind him drew their blades.

"Go back."

However, Xiumu Yinling let out a cold shout.

He walked in front of everyone, facing the scimitar directly, and said in a deep voice to his subordinates behind him:

"I didn't bring you here to deal with this kind of opponent."

"What's more, only a guy of this level..."

Kuchiki Ginling glanced at the tiny marks left on the other party's scimitar, and a proud and contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

However, she seemed to have sensed his contempt.

The scimitar raised his arm in vain.

In the jungle behind it, several different figures slowly walked out.

One, two, three...

Five heads.

The hideous-looking Hollows stood quietly in place, forming a vague encirclement, encompassing all the soldiers under Xiumu Yinling.

It seems that from the very beginning, no one was intended to be spared.

Looking at this scene, Xiumu Yinling's expression suddenly became extremely cold.

"Do you think that quantity is enough?"

"idiot."

"Let me show you."

"What does a powerful person who carries a million-year-old inheritance look like?"

......

"Oh."

“Has it started over there?”

Fujimiya Makoto withdrew his gaze from the horizon and muttered to himself leisurely, a little absent-mindedly: "I can actually create so many in one breath."

"I really don't know where that guy found so many Vastodes."

Hearing his mumbling voice, Saito Furuobushi, who was walking in front with an angry look, could not help but turn his head around, his pair of dark purple ponytails suddenly sticking up, his hair standing on end in anger:

"You know everyone else is fighting, so get out of here!"

"It's all because of you being there. I didn't even see a shadow of you along the way!!"

"No matter how you think about it, it's Cheng's fault!"

Captain Saito had a look of gnashing teeth.

Watching others fighting while he couldn't even get a single hair off because there was a guy on his side who was too strong was more torturous than torture for Saito.

Fujimiya Makoto opened his eyes wide with an innocent look and said in disbelief, "I came here alone! My subordinates are all with Ryoma, how can it be my fault?"

【Yeah yeah!】

【We have been just looking at Saito-chan's amazing butt all the way here. 】

【I didn’t do anything else at all! 】

At this time, even Xiao Podao couldn't help but come out to speak up for Fujimiya Makoto.

However, it would be better if the little broken knife didn't come out.

"you shut up!"

Fujimiya Makoto slapped the scabbard in annoyance.

Saito was stunned when he heard this. His face flushed and he covered his buttocks, baring his teeth like a kitten:

"Don't look!"

"I didn't look at it much."

Fujimiya Makoto turned his face away as much as possible, feeling guilty and not daring to meet her eyes.

His reaction was too obvious, and the case was solved at a glance. Saito was so angry that his face turned red and he wanted to jump up and kick him, but he was also afraid that he would pick him up and lick him, letting this idiot get a taste of the sweetness.

For a moment, the girl stood there, not knowing how to walk.

"You, you go forward!"

After hesitating for a long time, an idea finally popped up in Saito's little head.

"Eh?!"

"What!" Saito complained, "Because you're so slow, that idiot Sasaki thought we were... out on a date!"

"It's mission time now!"

"I know."

"I've been searching for prey all along the way."

Fujimiya Makoto still agreed lazily, not taking Saito's reaction seriously at all.

But the next second, he suddenly perked up and raised his finger towards a certain place in the forest.

"Finger bump."

Two knuckles hit the air with a 'bang', making a dull sound.

The next moment, an eyeball hanging on the top of the tree, which looked like it was made of gravel, exploded with a plop.

Before Fujimiya Makoto could say anything more, he suddenly flew towards the direction where the spiritual pressure reaction was rising.

Saito saw his figure rushing out, and his little mouth that had just been cursing suddenly stopped:

"Hey!"

"Who asked you to run so far?"

......

Chapter 197: Inhuman (Part 2)

"I'm talking about you..."

Saito followed Fujimiya Makoto in a bad mood, but his voice suddenly stopped.

Fujimiya Makoto squatted on the road in the forest, and with a serious expression, he pulled out a blood-stained black cloth from the branches of the deep jungle.

At his feet, a large cloud of scattered, fluorescent powder was emitting black smoke.

That is a unique sign of the power of emptiness being purified.

The dissatisfied expression on Saito Furuobushi's face suddenly disappeared, and he raised his eyebrows: "What is this? Is someone dead?"

"Not like."

Fujimiya Makoto observed the shattered eyeball at his feet, then glanced at the blood-stained cloth in his hand, and said doubtfully, "It must be an ambush."

"It's almost like they're deliberately luring me over."

"Oh."

Saito agreed and strode towards the direction of the bloodstain without realizing it.

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned at first, then quickly said, "I told you it might be an ambush!"

"Noisy!"

"At least it means there's someone to chop, right?"

Saito Banabushi strode forward as if he hadn't heard anything. He wasn't worried at all about the impending ambush and even felt like laughing.

She had been holding it in for a long time along the way.

Inadvertently, the girl's slippery snake tip swept across, licking her lips until they turned red.

The corners of his lips curled up into an evil arc.

"Moreover..."

Just as he was about to continue saying something, Saito Banaru's voice suddenly stopped, and he smacked his lips as if nothing had happened, as if he had accidentally made a slip of the tongue.

The deep purple eye glanced at Fujimiya Makoto who was following her quickly with a rather unhappy look, snorted, and turned his head away.

Besides, don’t you, an idiot, still be here?

However, the two had just passed through the dense jungle.

Fujimiya Makoto and Saito Fulaubushi couldn't help but stop and looked at the scene in front of them in shock.

On this road leading to the village ahead, scattered clusters of deadly clothes were found here and there, and scarlet bloodstains could be seen occasionally on the ground.

It was obvious that many people were being chased all the way until they rushed into this jungle and were dragged out and killed by the enemy.

Fujimiya Makoto glanced at the marks left on the tree trunk beside him, and could almost imagine the scene where the man grabbed the tree trunk with his hands in desperation, but was still dragged out by the terrifying brute force, pressed to the ground and sucked dry.

For a moment, the expressions of both of them became solemn.

He was able to kill at least twenty Grim Reapers at such a close distance without them noticing.

This kind of strength cannot be underestimated in any way.

"Help, save me..."

Just as their alarm bells were ringing, they heard a weak call from the pile of clothes.

Fujimiya Makoto was the first to look over, and then he saw a person with a hole in his back. The whole body was sucked to the point that he was almost skin and bones. He was lying on the ground dying, and even the sound he made was extremely weak.

When he heard the footsteps of the two, he immediately raised his head as if grasping a life-saving straw, and a light of survival emerged from the depths of his deep, sunken eyes. He hurriedly said:

"Fuji, Fujimiya-sama, that guy's true form...his true form is..."