Reaper's Ultimate Enhancement

Chapter 63
If Kong Ke's current state can be described in four words, it is probably a big man.

From time to time, muscular guys with weapons flashed past, front, back, left, right, and even above. The only thing to be thankful for is that no one appeared below.

I have to say that Zaragi Kenpachi's personal reputation in the [-]th team would be in the hundreds of thousands if there is any data. .

The reason why I say almost is because the acquaintance Kakaku Madarame is too embarrassed to do anything, Yumi is not interested in those smelly and hot people crowding together at all, and Saraki Kenpachi has a vicious expression on his face. With a smile on his back, he was watching the play with eight thousand streams on his shoulders.

Although it looked like a joke, Kong Ke felt the real killing intent from these people, but these people didn't show any malicious expression at all.

It's strange to say, but it's true in fact, and Kong Ke can only accept that these combat lunatics are probably in this state when they usually practice duels, and they practice with their lives.

After experiencing the chaos for the first few minutes, everyone tacitly let Kong Ke form a one-on-one situation with them.

To put it simply, it is the situation in old-fashioned Hong Kong action movies that when a group of people beats up a person, there is always only one person fighting the other person, and the rest of them are swaying left and right to act as the background picture.

Even though this is the case, there is still no time for a second of rest for the empty scorpion. After knocking down a person, another person will immediately fill his vacancy, ensuring that the empty scorpion is alive every minute and every second. fighting.

"Tsk, what a bunch of lunatics." Soragi also understood Saraki Kenpachi's thoughts. He didn't know how to communicate with his own Zanpakuto, and he didn't know how to become stronger.

That being the case, let's fight!

Find your own path in battle, understand the usage of spiritual power in battle, understand how to hold a knife in battle, and feel everything for yourself in battle.

This is the road that Saraki Kenpachi has traveled to reach his current height, a crazy road full of flesh and blood.

Although he understood the other party's thoughts, Kong Mo couldn't relax at all. The other party was a fighting maniac, but he was not. He preferred to stand behind and pretend to be aggressive than this kind of fist-to-body fight.

puff!
Caught off guard, Kong Mo was cut across the shoulder by the opponent. Although he avoided most of the blades at the last second, he was still cut.

When fighting against the lunatics of the [-]th team, thinking wildly is definitely thinking that his life is too long.

"Then let's play with you and pray, Poetry of Plague!" With a chanting, the dark red claw blade appeared in Kong Mo's right hand.

"Die!" The God of Reaper standing opposite has a vicious face. Well, logically, there are not many people in the [-]th team who are not vicious.

Facing Kong Ke after the initial solution, the opponent did not flinch in the slightest, and with the Zanpakuto in his hand, he blocked most of Kong's action space.

"Oh, I seem to finally understand the difference between Kenpachi and other Shinigami."

Looking at the attacking blade of the opponent, Kong Mole's hand lightly flicked the poem of epidemic disease to lead the opponent's blade's attack route aside. The man was about to withdraw the blade when he saw this, but the five dark red rays of light in Kong Mole's hand followed like a shadow His blade strangled like five poisonous snakes.

The two knives were too close to each other, and even if they made a slight mistake, Kong Mo's palm would be easily cut off by the opponent's knife, but the opponent did not have this chance.

Because the blade in Kong Mole's hand was moving too fast, and the Zanpakuto that was pressed tightly could not return to defense, so he just watched helplessly as the dark red light pierced his chest.

"Next." Pulling out the blade in his hand, Kong Ke uttered these words lightly, as if he was still in that small infirmary when he was treating patients.

Looking at the faintly flickering dark red light on the opponent's body, at this moment, Kong Ke's face also showed a rare look of excitement.

Learning the slashing technique from Uo no Hana Ryu was originally just for self-defense, and because of his own ability, he has never been able to use it with all his strength, but today is the first time he has given him an actual combat opportunity without any worries. .

"But it's really messy." After looking around for a while, Kong Moe's evaluation of these people is only this word, without any rules and tactics, just like wild beasts, and after a glance, Kong Mole found a thing Interesting thing.

In this group of people, almost half of them are holding standard shallow cards. Judging from their unremarkable appearance, these people don't even know Shi Jie's name.

Reminiscent of the existence of Zaraki Kenpachi, maybe this guy brought him back from Rukon Street or something. Originally, one of the most basic conditions for entering the Gotei [-]th Team was to be able to awaken Shijie's real name, but as It's not unimaginable for a team where even the captain can't figure it out.

"This is really an excellent training ground." Kong Ke showed a crazy smile, a group of guys who are not afraid of cutting problems in every sense, this is simply a gift from heaven.

Wielding the Poetry of Plague, he chopped down another person again. The slashing technique practiced by the first generation of Kenpachi finally revealed his ferocious fangs. In simple hand-to-hand combat, perhaps only the chief officers have the possibility of fighting him. .

After every time he hits the opponent, Kong Mo will also deliberately control the power of the poem of epidemics to strengthen the soul of the opponent, because most of these people have not even been able to communicate with their own swords, so Kong Mo can only a little Try it a little bit.

He was able to successfully strengthen Renji Hanataro and others before, not because he had found the secret, but because those people had already successfully communicated with his own Zanpakuto. The road just passed.

But these people's souls and swords don't even have a road, not even a specific direction, so this is the only way to go.

This is a matter that requires patience and carefulness and at the same time depends on luck. After all, the soul is too illusory, and it is only with the help of the power of the Poem of Plague that we can accidentally glimpse a trace when strengthening others.

When Kong Ke knocked down an opponent again, those who knew their lack of strength no longer stepped forward, not because they were afraid, but because they wanted to give up time and space to someone who was stronger than themselves. The respect is also the tacit understanding of these fighting madmen.

Standing in front of Kong Ke is a person whose spiritual pressure is obviously stronger than those guys before.

a seat officer.

　Thanks to Mango Mousse, Xuan Xian, o Xiaojiuxian o for the reward~~
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