Chapter 700 At the End of the Battle, You Can only Rely on Yourself

"Do you think what you saw is just an illusion? Do you think I am alarmist?" Uzhihua seemed to have seen through Belsi's thoughts and reminded: "Don't forget, I am the captain of the fourth team. What you said seems to be The reply from the representative of the weak can try to slow down the time when my body reaches its end."

A word awakened the dreamer, yes, the Death in front of him was the captain of the Fourth Division, the leader of the Gotei 13 team in charge of medical treatment and backup.

She can rely on recovery methods to delay the decline of her body. This is not a fair fight, not from the beginning!

"Yes, although this is a race, it is not fair. You will be angry at my despicability, but there is no absolute fairness in this world, especially in battles and wars."...

"I don't have a strong and burly body like you, and my level of spiritual pressure is far from outstanding. I can only swing the sword in my hand reasonably, and try my best to swing the sword in my hand better."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Mao Zhihua moved. Her movements were light and fast, like a gust of wind or a leaf, and gently landed in front of Bel Xi.

Belch wanted to fight back, but his body was like a rusty machine, and every small movement was so difficult and slow.

"So, when your body is gradually losing control, what's the use of the power you accumulated by relying on killing? Instead, it has become a burden for you, Quincy."

Uzhihua swung the knife lightly, and Belxi's left arm was cut off. Belxi had turned into an irrational beast at this moment, and was about to hit Uzhihua as soon as his body fell.

Unohana just took a side step and easily went around behind him. She turned the Zanpakutō in her hand, pierced Bersi's chest, and then quickly pulled it out.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Belxi gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger. He wanted to kill the god of death in front of him and wanted to eat him alive.

But the feeling of life passing out of his body was so real. He had no chance. His result would only be a white skeleton lying in the sea of ​​blood. There was no other possibility.

If he had known about the ability of this swastika from the beginning, the result would have been different. He would have completely engulfed his opponent with endless spiritual power.

If it weren't for that damn Hiroe Choizuka, the God of Death wouldn't have dared to release Swastika in front of him, and this arrogant woman wouldn't be his opponent.

There were too many ifs, but there weren't that many ifs in this world. Belxi could only watch Unohana's knife slice across his neck. Before closing his eyes completely, all he heard was the woman's indifferent sarcasm.

"At the end of the battle, all we have to rely on is ourselves."

Maozhihua slowly put the sword back into its sheath, and the bloody world disappeared in an instant. At her feet was Belsi's head with an expression of unwillingness, and his burly body fell suddenly behind him.

"You must have learned this with your life, Quincy."

The world of blood that brings everything to an end blooms and disappears quietly in the corner of the Seireitei. Only Belsi's death proves its existence.

On the other side, the petrel opened its raindrops, and tears were shed in the sky. The heavy rain washed away everything, but it could not extinguish the flame in Buzby's palm.

....It’s just that even if Haiyan showed the swastika, Buzby still looked uninterested. He didn’t want to waste time with a mere deputy captain, even if this person had the swastika and theoretically had the same combat power as the captain. .

Buzby has an opponent he wants to fight more. Hongjiang is at the top of the list he wants to fight. As one of the six special forces, he even killed Lloyd alone in the Invisible Empire under the eyes of the six Kilugs. , regardless of reputation or record, Bazby is extremely eager to play against Hong Jiang.

However, although he despised Jilujie and others from the bottom of his heart, he was able to kill one person and escape unharmed under the restraint of six members of the Star Cross Knights. If he really wanted to face Hong Jiang, he had to be prepared for failure.

It's just that Buzby is not ready for this yet. If he really encounters Hong Jiang, he will certainly not shrink back, but if he doesn't, it will be difficult to deal with him.

The role will undoubtedly excite him more.

For example, Kurosaki Ichigo and others who are also ranked in the special combat power, or the woman who once played tricks on him in the Invisible Empire, Shifouin Yoruichi is also good.

The worst thing is probably the Arrancar who was able to single-handedly defeat Jerome. It seems that it was a guy named Grimmjow who inspired him to fight.

Or would any captain be good? At least from the perspective of the Shinigami, that would be one of the thirteen people currently at the peak of the Seireitei.

Although Haiyan's appearance stopped him from killing, and even showed abilities that were completely opposite to his abilities, to be honest, in Buzby's eyes, the opponent was still vulnerable.

"Are you Shiba Haiyan, the vice-captain of the fifth division?" Buzby grinned, looking arrogant, "If you tell me where your captain Hiroie Choizuka is, I might be able to spare your life."

"If you can't even pass my test, you are not qualified to go to my captain." Haiyan replied coldly.

But Buzby suddenly laughed, "You saved a few trash fish from me, don't you think you can stop me?" He made a claw shape with his right hand, and the blazing flames burned more and more in the rain, " See clearly, the little rain you understand is not enough to extinguish my flames."

As he finished speaking, he reached forward with his right hand, and a pillar of fire spurted out from his palm, biting towards Haiyan like a giant python.

Haiyan saw this and suddenly closed the rain umbrella in his hand, like a spear being wielded in his hand.

The heavy rain in the air also gathered into one water column after another as he closed the umbrella, moving along with the tip of Haiyan's spear, and finally gathered into a water wave tens of meters high, hitting the rushing fire snake fiercely.

The collision between water and fire, in the end, no one could do anything to the water, the flame emitted from Bazby's palm was extinguished, but the price was that all the water waves swept by Haiyan turned into white mist in an instant.

The two of them immediately lost their vision of each other, Bazby looked unhappy, raised his right foot and slammed it hard on the ground.

"Light the fire and stamp your feet!"

The dazzling pillar of fire rose from under his feet, and in a few blinks, the white mist covering the two disappeared completely, and the air became dry.

"That wet feeling is terrible, isn't it? It should be drier and hotter."

Bazby walked out of the fire slowly, like a god in flames, "But now, your wet Bankai seems to be useless, Death."

"What's worse is that you just rejected my good proposal. I won't give you more chances. Are you ready to turn into ashes?"

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