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However, at the same moment the arm fell.

The huge Yachukas' body suddenly stiffened.

The heavy iron fist hit the sand right beside Kurayashiki Ryoma's body, making a heavy muffled sound.

"There is no space and no color, only the pure land of Mount Sumeru, and even the self-image is reversed."

"Fuhahara!"

From a distance, Yan Yuanjinle's slow, low growl was heard.

The man with glasses who looked like a kindergarten principal held the handle of the knife in his hand and slowly lifted the middle part of his glasses with his right middle finger.

at the same time.

Surrounding the uncle with a gradually receding hairline within a few dozen meters, a total of seven Achukas that were wreaking havoc among the crowd were simultaneously cut into two parts by the invisible blade.

The blade that split the space twisted in the middle, splitting the huge body into two parts, and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Blood splattered, illuminating the vast pale desert red.

When the mask shattered and the ashes gradually turned into invisible dust in the air, Yan Yuanjinle walked slowly through the crowd.

The Death Gods all made way for him.

Yan Yuanjinle's big hand gently patted Kurayashiki Ryoma's head, and his voice was vicissitudes of life:

"Stand away, little one."

"Don't get so close."

"The fart will split into two pieces."

It took Kuryashiki Ryoma a long time to hold back his complaints.

Farts are supposed to be two-part!

However, at this moment, the crowd was still silent.

Even though Yan Yuanjinle killed several Yachukas in an instant, no one cheered.

Because, just in front of the direction where Yan Yuanjinle was heading, there was a slender, tiny figure with pink semi-long hair standing in the center of the Yachukas group.

Everyone clearly felt the heavy pressure, which was like the sea pressure in the deep sea.

It wasn't just the physical heaviness; even the breathing, movements, and even thoughts seemed to be suppressed at the bottom of the deepest sea, making it impossible to move.

Among this trembling crowd, only Yan Yuanjinle maintained a calm expression and ignored the terrifying spiritual pressure erupting from the body of this Vastod.

He drew his knife, still looking like the leisurely old man who was about to retire and start collecting his pension. He pointed his right middle finger at the other person and calmly pushed his glasses up.

"Oh my...Vastard, what a rare animal you rarely see."

"This is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes."

"May I ask what may I do for you, Excellency?"

"By the way...can you speak?"

Sar Apollo looked at him, the smile on his face like his muscles dancing, jumping up and down, looking a little neurotic - or perhaps, becoming more energetic than usual.

"What a rude gentleman."

"It's not so much about what I can do for you, but rather—"

His voice suddenly changed, becoming extremely arrogant and harsh, and suddenly turned from elegant to crazy: "You bastards who ran into my territory to kill people! And you dare to ask me?!"

Almost at the moment the voice fell, Sal Apollo's figure shot out like an arrow and launched an attack towards Yan Yuanjinle.

As soon as he moved, the group of Achukas gathered behind him, as if they had received some order, all roared and charged towards the army of Death.

"That's why I said I don't like missions where I have to lead the troops."

Yan Yuanjinle let out a low breath and sighed helplessly.

However, the moment he raised his eyes, a sharp light suddenly appeared in them.

"If this is the case, wouldn't it be a waste of my image as a scholar?"

"You talk too much nonsense—!"

Accompanied by the voice that was obviously "brother", Sar Apollo's figure was like a shadow, and suddenly twisted in front of Yan Yuanjinle in the sound. A red and pink bone blade made entirely of his own bones had extended from his slender arms at some point, and it slashed towards him at an extremely fast speed, making a shrill sound and tearing the air.

"Fuboyuan·Sumi Mountain!"

Yan Yuanjinle gently swung the blade in his hand, and a dark door appeared in the space in front of him, cutting off the space.

The bone blade in Sal Apollo's hand just swung down and it easily turned invisible. The sharp bone blade had no power to resist the blade in space.

His eyes shrank rapidly, and his body twisted due to inertia. With a bang, a ferocious-looking flying wing unfolded from his back muscles, and also slashed towards Yan Yuanjinle like a blade.

not only.

Shoulders, arms, elbows, knees, legs, and wings!

Any protruding part of the bone formed a huge blade shape, and with bursts of crazy roars, it launched a dense, storm-like, ultra-high-speed attack towards Yan Yuanjinle.

There is no need to elaborate on Vastod's physical fitness and spiritual pressure density. The speed of his movement alone makes it impossible for ordinary soldiers to catch it with the naked eye, not to mention his punches and kicks that are several times faster than his speed.

However, looking at his disorganized and intensive attacks, Yan Yuanjinle simply smiled contemptuously.

"When it comes to things like chopping people, you have to learn from the basics."

"Va Stodd."

With that relaxed voice, Yan Yuanjinle didn't even send out any spatial blades. He just waved a blade with both hands and easily took all the attacks from the opponent.

The bone sword and the Zanpakuto collided with each other at super high speed, but there was no sound.

"Back off! Idiot!"

A cold roar suddenly erupted from Sal Apollo's body, completely different from the crazy roar before.

Wait until the figure retreats.

He looked down at his body.

“Click, click, click…”

Amidst the dense sounds of bone cracking, the seemingly sharp bone blades all turned into scattered fragments on the ground.

And on Sal Apollo's body, there were traces as fine as fishing nets.

The seemingly calm and rational eyes suddenly raised up and looked at the seemingly ordinary blade in Yan Yuanjinle's hand.

If you look closely, you can find that the surface of the blade is covered with a layer of distorted space less than half an inch thick - it seems that the spatial blade has been fixed on the Zanpakutō.

Yan Yuanjinle looked at Sar Apollo's increasingly serious expression, pushed his shaky dark yellow lenses with his middle finger again, and said in a calm voice:

"Don't look at me like this now."

"In the past, I was a renowned swordsman in Rukongai."

"That's it."

Sar Apollo just smiled faintly, and the tiny wounds on his body healed rapidly like plasticine reuniting, reuniting the limbs that were about to be severed by the space knife.

Super speed regeneration.

"It seems that my stupid brother chose the wrong way to deal with it right from the start."

"Hey! Thrall!" The voice in his body wanted to interrupt, but was suppressed. "--So, if it's gas, how are you going to defend yourself?"

"Snapped!"

A snap of fingers.

The wings behind Sar Apollo suddenly opened, and the swollen tumors like pituitary glands suddenly contracted, and bursts of crimson mist burst out from them.

Yan Yuanjinle's expression suddenly changed.

"spread!"

His voice was deafening.

However, it was still too slow for the Death Soldier soldiers who were desperately trying to resist Yachukas.

The fog suddenly swept across the sky and continued to spread towards the distance, engulfing the crowd and the Yachukas.

The surface of every Grim Reaper and Achukas that was taken in felt like a living creature was drilling into it. The skin kept swelling and surging, running around like little mice until it spread to the head.

——It exploded with a loud bang!

In just this short moment, dozens of Death Soldier soldiers were quickly swallowed up.

Yan Yuanjinle opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to be a little more angry, and the blade in his hand suddenly stabbed into the sand.

"Zheng——!"

In an instant, the invisible space blade formed a huge semi-sphere, swallowing both him and Sal Apollo at the same time.

The continuously diffusing gas suddenly lost its source.

"Fuboyuan: One foot of clean water."

Yan Yuanjinle looked solemn, and swung his blade directly at Sar Apollo's vital points.

"Oh! Oh!"

Sar Apollo laughed softly as if in a sarcastic tone, but his body burrowed into the soil like a snake with a "hiss" sound, and reappeared in the distance.

"Don't panic, my noble lord among the dead."

"Anyway, the one who died was the servant you cared the least about, wasn't it?"

"Why don't you let me try the new medicine I developed."

Yan Yuanjinle's figure disappeared and reappeared, and the blade in his hand fell silently in the air, but it also shattered the pale sand more than ten meters behind him.

His voice was cold, but one could hear the seriousness in it:

"nonsense."

"That's my most beloved subordinate!"

Upon hearing this, Sal Apollo seemed slightly stunned and revealed a rather amused expression.

However, it was just a brief pause.

"boom--"

A slender naginata passed by at an angle, carrying violent force and slashing towards Sal Apollo's head mercilessly, leaving a deep white scratch in the air like a shock wave spreading, and the blade was faintly red.

"Kurikara: Wrath."

"laugh!"

The blade split the hard steel skin and skull, mercilessly chopping off half of the head and sending it flying, blowing up the flying brain matter in mid-air and plopped onto the ground.

Yan Yuanjinle, who was attracting attention in front, subconsciously showed an expression of surprise on his face.

But the next moment, it suddenly changed.

"Shikatori!"

Almost at the moment the voice fell, Sal Apollo's body with half of his head missing suddenly turned, and his thigh rotated like a giant axe, sweeping from bottom to top. Bone blades squeezed out of the surface of his calf, and he kicked the deer behind him with a grim smile.

"boom--"

Fortunately, Kurikara in naginata form is a very strong long weapon, and Shikatori is also a powerful god of death.

The moment he realized that his body did not fall, he had already crossed the long handle in his hand across his abdomen and took the blow head-on. Only a deafening explosion remained in his ears.

Lu Qu's petite body was sent flying dozens of meters by the huge force, its feet firmly stuck in the sand, barely keeping itself from falling.

"What a risk, what a risk!"

"You almost killed me, Lord Death."

Sar Apollo still spoke in that affected tone, pretending to touch his head, but he just touched nothing.

However, there was still a smile on his face.