Time Travel Begins with Dragon Ball

"Hey~ is this the only thing you can do? This is also called the captain? It's just a bunch of weak chickens!" Sun Wukong yawned boredly. The attack defense is impeccable...

The more the captains fought, the more shocked they became. The more they fought, the more horrified they became. If they hadn't experienced it themselves, they would never have believed that there were such outstanding martial artists in the world!The captain of the thirteenth division teamed up to attack, and was actually played by the opponent like a child. From beginning to end, he could not force the opponent to move a step. The strength was simply astounding.

"Just you group of weak chickens, you still want to punish me? It's ridiculous!" After playing enough, Sun Wukong swung his sword out, and the sharp sword qi instantly showed an arc and slashed all around, accompanied by screams and Blood, all the captains were slashed and flew out by this sword, and fell to the ground...

"Damn, this strong one is simply a monster!" Jingle Chunshui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a look of shock on his face, got up and snorted: "Flower wind chaos, flower gods cry, sky wind chaos, The devil laughs, the flower sky is crazy!"

"Break it, Jinghua Shuiyue!"

"Shoot him, magic gun!"

"Swallow solution, the black rope scourges King Ming!"

"Swastika, Qianben Sakura Jingyan!"

"Tweet, clear the worms!"

"Swastika: Big Red Lotus Ice Wheel Pill!"

"Swallow solution, golden scorpion kills Jizo!"

A loud shout sounded at the same time, the beginning of the solution, the solution of the swastika, the terrifying spiritual pressure was released from the bodies of the captains, and it shook the entire soul world. What a spectacular scene.

The power of Sun Wukong made them feel a kind of powerlessness, that is, even the old man Yamamoto who had been watching the play couldn't wait any longer, so he chose to take action...

"Everything in the mountains is reduced to ashes, and the blade is like fire!" The terrifying spirit pressure overwhelmed all the captains, and the fiery flames erupted like a volcano, and immediately disappeared from the body.When it comes to Reiatsu alone, all the captains are inferior to this old Yamamoto.

"Have you started to play Zanpakutō, then I'll play with you too..." Sun Wukong smiled lightly, raising his sword and waving lightly: "Swastika · Baixia Punishment!"

The surrounding world was instantly cold and biting, and Sun Wukong's clothes also changed into a gorgeous white trench coat, shining with a little bit of starlight, which was extremely gorgeous.

"So handsome!!" Matsumoto Ranju and other women exclaimed in amazement when they saw Sun Wukong at the moment.

If it is said that Xiu Baixue is the most beautiful Zanpakutō in the Soul Society today, then the Monkey King after the annihilation is the most handsome with her blessing!

"Sure enough, you can use someone else's Zanpakutō and perform a swastika!!" The old man Yamamoto's expression became extremely solemn when he saw this.

"As expected of the most beautiful Zanpakutō in our Soul Society, this gorgeous image makes me a little jealous..." Jingle Chunshui said with envy.

"If it's the Frozen type, I won't lose!" Hitsugaya Toushiro shouted, and the Zanpakutō suddenly swung out, and a huge ice dragon flew towards Sun Wukong in an instant. Frozen!

"To speak arrogantly without strength is arrogant!" Sun Wukong swung his sword out, and in the sound of 'kaka', the ice dragon flying all the way was directly frozen, and fell to the ground and shattered into slag!

"Ice... frozen ice?!! How could it be!!" Hitsugaya Toshiro was shocked when he saw this. He was about to attack again, but a cold wind blew, and his body was instantly frozen.

"Captain!!" Matsumoto Ranju immediately exclaimed.

"It's really vulnerable, it's hard to put some water..." Sun Wukong glanced at everyone present, and said indifferently: "Do you still want to go together? Otherwise, I will break them one by one, so boring!"

When the captains heard the words, they were so angry that they felt helpless. It wasn't that they didn't want to fight in groups, but that after liberation, they each had their own characteristics, so they were not suitable for group attacks at all, otherwise they would even attack their own team. Everyone will be included in their attack range.

"What a troublesome monster!" Jingle Chunshui snorted and rushed towards Sun Wukong: "In that case, let us two play a game!"

Chapter [-] Picking the Soul World Alone

"Games, this is what I do best..." Sun Wukong looked at Jingle Chunshui: "So, how do you want to play?"

"Just guess the color..." Jingle Chunshui looked at Sun Wukong's white trench coat surrounded by brilliance, his demeanor was frivolous and his behavior was lazy, but his face was extraordinarily serious: "Your clothes are really gorgeous, and they are very convenient... ...then the game is on, I say... black!"

"Then I'll guess white!" Sun Wukong looked casual.

"You really know how to play games!" A smile appeared on the corner of Jingle Chunshui's mouth, Sun Wukong said white, then Jingle Chunshui could only attack the white area on Sun Wukong's body, but he was a full body Dressed in white, it was dazzlingly bright, and he really could chop down his entire body.

And Jingle Chunshui said black, so Sun Wukong can only attack the black area on his body, and it is invalid to attack other places, and Jingle Chunshui is all over his body, only the collar in front is black, this place, can Effectively avoid or defend.

Comparing the two, the disadvantage of Sun Wukong is obvious.

The two moved their footsteps at the same time and launched an attack. In melee combat, Jingle Chunshui was not as good as Sun Wukong even if he slapped a horse. Just moving his fingers, Sun Wukong had already seen through all the attacking trajectories of his shots. The attack hit Jingle Chunshui's weakest point, causing the two knives in his hand to almost fly out...

Before he could react, Jingle Chunshui suddenly realized that Sun Wukong had swung a sword over his head...

With the light sound of 'pop', the bamboo hat on Jingle Chunshui's head split in half instantly, and fell to the ground with his thick black hair...

In an instant, everyone opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at Jingle Chunshui's shiny, bald head, all their faces were shaking, and they suppressed their smiles: "Light... bald head. !!"

"Ah!~~My hair!!" After being stunned for three seconds, Jingle Chunshui touched his cool and bald head, and suddenly let out a shrill scream.

In just an instant, Sun Wukong has cut him into a big bald head.

"Hair is also considered black, right?" Sun Wukong chuckled: "I think this hairstyle suits you!"

Suppressing his unshakable heart, Jingle Chunshui's expression was extremely serious: "You have seen through the rules of my 'Five Ghosts Game' from the very beginning? Do you mean to say white?"

"I let you so obviously, it can only show that you are too bad..."

When Jingle Chunshui heard the words, his face suddenly became depressed: "Am I too naive? Maybe... It's just that your fighting instinct is too scary! You can see through my five ghost games at a glance... But you clearly You can kill me with one sword, why didn't you do that?"

"Because the game isn't over yet... It was your game just now, and now, it's mine..."

"Your game?!" When Jingle Chunshui heard the words, he was immediately nervous.

"Your game is to guess the color, and mine is called 'Loyalty'..."

"Loyalty?" Jingle Chunshui frowned slightly, and his heart became more and more vigilant.

"Pfft~!"

Blood splashed, and a long knife suddenly pierced through Jingle Chunshui's back, pierced out from before...