Looking along the long sword, the owner of the sword is a skinny young man in tattered clothes. A long hair that was messy like withered grass blocked most of the facial features, and his face was covered with dark red dirt. It was not clear whether it was blood or mud, or both.

　　 "I know that people in such clothes are not weak." The mouth under the long hair was closed, and the voice was deep and hoarse, "But you are much stronger than them, not bad."

　　 "Did you kill all those gods of death before?" Hong Jiang looked at the long-haired man in front of him. He was dressed like a vagrant, but his skills were not the same. Although what he said was arrogant, it was not a lie. If it were an ordinary **** of death, he might have cut it off just now.

"Some people were too weak, and they were pierced by me without even reacting. Many others caught up and played a little with me, but most of them didn't have much fun." The man raised his head slightly, his tone full of voice. Nostalgia and enjoyment.

　　 Hong Jiang also learned from his narration that what a man enjoys is not killing, what he really enjoys is evenly matched battles, fighting on the line of life and death. Men don't value life, whether it's their own or their enemies, as long as they are interesting, why not give their own life?

　　 "You are different from those people, this time I think I should be able to have more fun!" The man said, a fierce aura broke out from his body, he turned the sword in his hand and cut it towards Hongjiang from below.

　　 lunatic! Hong Jiang was also on fire now. He raised his right foot and stepped on Jian Feng. The ghost in his left hand had already disappeared in the scabbard.

　　 "Trample it! A ghost!"

　　The black boots collided with the silver long sword in mid-air, making a crisp sound. Neither party could go further for a while, and it was so deadlocked.

　　 "Yes! That's it!" The long-haired man exclaimed excitedly: "It changes from time to time! It's so fun to fight with you people!"

　　 "Then let you see something more interesting!"

　　 Hongjiang moved his ankle and lifted the long sword away from the sole of his feet, and went straight to the opposite door with his right hand empty. A ghost turned into a black short knife and suddenly appeared in his hand, bringing up a **** flower. This time the long-haired man was hit.

　　 If this knife is pierced, the long-haired man’s neck will definitely be pierced and he will die on the spot. But the strange thing is that he seemed to feel something at the last moment, he unexpectedly bowed his head weirdly, and immediately jumped back. The ghost only left a scar on his face!

　　 "Hahaha! Interesting, so interesting!" The man laughed without panic, and the corners of his mouth were almost open to his ears.

　　 The man's crazy appearance made Hong Jiang's heart tremble. The person in front of him will not be afraid of being injured. He is a real fighter machine!

　　 want to stop this fighter machine, the only way is to destroy him! Having figured this out, Hong Jiang immediately pushed forward, and talking nonsense with him was a waste of time!

　　 Jiagui's battle is about a coherent and unconstrained battle. The unthinkable operation of blocking the sword empty-handed and turning to a short-edged blade to kill can become a reality under the characteristics of Jiagui's lack of release speed.

　　 With this characteristic, Jiagui's fighting rhythm is different from usual. According to Yamamoto's words, the entire battle, like being in a deep-sea undercurrent, seemed disorderly and chaotic, but in reality the tricks were deadly and murderous.

　　 Hong Jiang, who took the initiative to attack, firmly controlled the fighting rhythm in his own hands this time, and the man didn't back down much. In just a few breaths, the two had already passed hundreds of moves.

　　 And this deep-sea undercurrent of play also made the long-haired man suffer. At this moment, most of his clothes were soaked in blood, and he was almost a blood man.

　　 But Hong Jiang's mood at the moment is not relaxed. The other party is indeed a blood man, but only he knows that he can threaten the other party's vitals from the beginning, but now he can only occasionally leave small injuries in some insignificant places.

　　 The man in front of him is adapting to the battle at an astonishing speed, and he even wants to regain the initiative!

boom! The man's long sword was once again put on his shoulder by Hong Jiang with his gloves, and Hong Jiang did not hesitate, hitting the man's throat with his empty right hand. But this time the man didn't dodge, making a fist with his left hand and directly facing him.

　　"Don't you want this hand?" Hong Jiang asked coldly.

　　 "If you have the ability, take it! Hahaha!"

　　 The two fists just slammed together, and there was a muffled noise. Immediately after the two of them exerted force on their hands at the same time, their feet were loosened, and they each moved backwards by the strength of each other, and stretched a distance.

　　 "It seems that you can't take my arm temporarily, hehe!" The man smiled easily.

　　 Hongjiang was expressionless at this time, seemingly calm, but his heart had already been overwhelmed. Seeing this, the other party has already felt Jiagui's weakness, but he just doesn't know how far he understands it?

　　 "I'm thinking, there should be two ways to deal with you, the first is to extend the attack range!"

　　 The man said, the white spiritual power wrapped around the long sword, and then he waved his hand, the spiritual power on the sword hit Hongjiang with the slash like a wave.

　　 Hongjiang frowned lightly, and made a fist with his right hand. The white spiritual power was also covered on the Jiagui glove, and he punched the spiritual power in front of him.

　　 With a loud bang, the wind raged around with sand, dust and gravel. The dust was cleared, and with the two as the center, a radius of one mile had become a barren land.

　　 "Is this your way? Weeding is quite convenient." Hong Jiang sneered, but he was not so relaxed in his heart.

　　 Distance is indeed a weakness of Jiagui, I mentioned it on the eve of six years ago, but it's not that deadly. But since the man said there were two ways, would the other be the one he was afraid of?

　　 "Of course you won't be a character that can be killed with just two swipes of the sword." The man's voice sounded again, "If your sword becomes slower, I should be dead now!"

　　 Before the words fell, the man slashed again with his sword, Hong Jiang had to raise his left arm to resist, just like before the two separated.

"Neck or heart, choose any place you like to stab! I see whether you were pierced in half first, or I was pierced first!" The man said, the force in his hand was a little bit stronger and he grinned Said: "Or we will die at the same time? Maybe it is! Hahaha!"

　　 Jiagui’s greatest weakness has been found! Hong Jiang's face was pale, his right hand turned his palm and slapped the man's long sword, leaped back, and opened the distance again.

　　 Hongjiang’s strategy relies on Jiagui’s non-transition speed, which is also Jiagui’s greatest advantage. Without it, Jiagui is just an ordinary Zanpaku.

　　 But sometimes the biggest advantage is also the biggest disadvantage. This is the case with the Jiagui. The fast form transition seems to be both offensive and defensive, but in fact, what Jiagui can do is only offensive and defensive switching, and it is a very extreme offensive and defensive switching.

　　 How do you explain this? Simply put, there can only be one sword and other forms. You can launch a fatal attack in an instant, but your defense will also disappear instantly!

　　 So Jiagui is good at fighting for life, but at the same time he is most afraid of fighting for life. Therefore, before Hongjiang received an attack from the opponent, he would use his force to fend off, and at the same time, he would launch an attack with his free hand to avoid the momentary loss of defense.

　　 But if the enemy clings to him, Hongjiang would not dare to change the form of a ghost. Just like the situation just now, if he dared to turn Jiagui back into a short knife, he would be cut off his left shoulder the first time, and he would be cut in half the second time! So at that time, he didn't want the other's arm, but he didn't dare!

　　 At this time, we have to use another style of play, which is to abandon the short knife change and use the sticky method of white play.

　　 But this is that there is no possibility of real hand-to-hand combat. Moreover, with Hongjiang's current half-hearted beating, it is undoubtedly death by this kind of play.

　　 That or the way to expose yourself? Hong Jiang believes that with the man's performance just now, he is sure not to give the opponent a chance to adapt and kill him instantly!

　　 At this moment, Hongjiang felt that there were people approaching from the rear. There were a lot of them, five or six. Hong Jiang raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "People like me have arrived, do you still want to fight?"

　　 "Will they intervene in our battle?"

　　 "I think so. And attacking the **** of death, but a great sin."

　　 The man curled his lips and looked unhappy. The long sword in his hand was hung directly around his waist, and it seemed that he was going to stop.

　　 "What is your name, where can I find you in the future?" the man asked, and he seemed to want to fight Hongjiang again.

　　"Chozuka Hiroe! Where can I find me?" Hiroe smirked and pointed in the direction of Seireitei and said, "In that direction, there is a place called Seoreitei. I will be there in the future!"

　　 "Is there? I know people who wear the same clothes as you come from there. It will definitely be more fun there!"

　　 The man turned around and left as soon as he finished speaking, Hong Jiang couldn't help but feel a dark heart as he watched the man's back further and further away. Stupid boy, I hope to see you fighting in the Seireitei! No, maybe I never have a chance to see you again, so cool!

　　 "That's right! Ask you something!" The man suddenly stopped, turning his head and shouting to Hongjiang.

　　 "Um,, ask!"

　　 "Why don't you call Kenpachi!"

　　 This silly boy still knows Kenpachi? Hongjiang said he was shocked. To be precise, Kenpachi is not a name but a title, giving the Seireitei the strongest **** of death, the title passed down from generation to generation.

　　Of course, there is a bragging element in this. According to the experience of Hongjiang's previous life, the strongest **** of death in the past has not been awarded the title of Sword Eight, such as the current old man of the mountain.

　　 So to be precise, Kenpachi actually represents the most powerful swordsman of death. Although it sounds bluffing, the strength of its representatives is greatly discounted.

　　 "Because I am not the strongest **** of death in Seireitei, I can't be called Kenpachi!"

　　 "Is there any stronger?" The man thoughtfully continued to shout, "Then tell Seireitei Kenpachi, I will challenge him in the future!"

　　 Hongjiang was very happy when he heard these words, the **** Seorei Ting Jianpachi, who on earth told him where the strongest place is to be named plus Jianpachi? But Hong Jiang didn't intend to correct him. On the contrary, he would just tell the ‘Sword Eight of the Seiring Palace’, the scene will be very hot!

　　 "Okay! But you always have to tell me your name!"

　　 "Kenbachi! I am also called Knbachi! But I am the strongest in Karagi, so..."

　　 Jianba is the strongest person, this silly name is also the format of place name plus Jianba, so it is Jianba in Gengmu District,,,

　　 is not right! A name appeared in Hong Jiang's heart, but he couldn't connect with the embarrassed man in front of him.

　　 "So my name is Gengmu Kenpachi!" Kenpachi turned around, waved his hand and continued, "Then I'll see you again in Seireitei!"

　　 over! Completely finished! I never expected that the goods in front of me were even more wooden swords!

　　Gengki Kenpachi, the captain of the future Seireitei eleventh division, a fighting madman, who is bored all day and takes pleasure in finding someone to fight!

　　 Thinking that Hongjiang couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, which aroused even more Mu Jianba's interest, he was a big deal! As for the Seireite Sword Eight, Hong Jiang could only silently say sorry in his heart, and accidentally sent a wolf over. Who can think of it.