Chapter 118 Whisper, Muramasa! (The first chapter asks for subscription)

   "Get out of here!"

  Xianghe sensed a large amount of Reiatsu in the direction of Kuchiki's house, and ran anxiously.

   There are gods of death rushing over from the surrounding area, and his expressions are quickly thrown away by him, but there are more and more gods of death blocking the way.

  He wanted to release Muramasa's ability, but Kuchiki Yinling's words had just been told to him not long ago, and Xianghe didn't know what happened, so he hesitated for a while, wondering whether he should use Muramasa now.

   What surprised him was that the gods of death around him were still able to keep up after being thrown away by him with Shunpo!

  How is this possible? Even if Muramasa is not used, with his Shunpo attainment, he is still at the captain level. How could these ordinary gods of death not be thrown away by him?

  He was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the gods of death who had gathered around him more and more...

  In their eyes…

   Is it a flash of purple light? !

  The current Kuchimu Xianghe is extremely sensitive to that purple awn. As early as the first time he saw the purple awn in the eyes of the bone swordsman, he had an ominous premonition.

   And now, this premonition has come true.

  In the eyes of those dozens of gods of death, although they have disappeared now, Kuchimu Xianghe is sure that he saw it right just now, that flashing...

   It is the same purple awn in the eyes of the bone swordsman!

   What the **** is this?

   Kuchimu Xianghe was filled with irritability. It was only one night, but it seemed like hundreds of years had passed. Could the world change so quickly?

   "Get out of here!"

   The fidgety Rotten Tree Xianghe swung out his saber, and the slash mixed with powerful Reiatsu directly caused the two gods of death who were blocking the way to fall to the ground.

  He didn't want to kill before he knew the situation, but under the stimulation of the purple awn, Xianghe felt that there was a high probability that he made the right move with the knife.

  Since the owner of the Zimang used these gods of death to stop him, it proves that he doesn't want to rush himself to Kuchiki's house, and his rotten wood resounds the river...

   Be sure to fight that guy to the end!

  Swing out the knife with all his strength, even with the strange purple mans on his body, it is impossible to resist this blow, and easily knock down the surrounding gods of death to the ground, Xianghe always pays attention to his surroundings and runs towards Kuchiki's house again.

  When he arrived in the sixth district, he was really taken aback. The originally most orderly and polite world of aristocrats has now become like the most rude mob in Liuhun Street.

  There is no civilization here, etiquette and rules have long been left aside, only the most primitive knife and blood!

   Kuchiki Yinling has not returned, otherwise his strength and prestige would be enough to quell the chaos of the war. Could it be that he was intercepted?

  The other four nobles are also waiting and watching. In the current situation, only Kuchimu Xianghe has the ability to end the battle.

if only…

  He uses Muramasa's ability...

   "Look! Kuchiki Xianghe is there! He is the culprit of everything. Don't use Zanpakuto to deal with him, kill him with Ghost Dao!"

   While Xianghe was hesitating, someone among the rebellious nobles recognized him and immediately yelled.

  Xianghe was puzzled, he didn't know why he became the chief culprit, but he couldn't catch him without a fight.

   What's more, his family and his companions are all struggling to resist in Kuchiki's house!

"you…"

  Xianghe was waiting in full force, looking at the noble guards and God of Death rushing over, he said softly

   "Have you seen Zitong?"

  Although it was a question, he was actually observing their eyes carefully, wanting to see if there were any purple awns that he had been seeing before.

  The owner of the purple pupil must be the mastermind behind this farce!

   Otherwise, with such a night, how could there be a rebellion of so many people?

   "Go to hell! Breaking the Way No. 31 Red Cannon!"

   Seeing the flames coming, Xiang He dodged and rushed into the formation, killing two people with one blow.

  After seeing them attack Kuchiki's house, he no longer wants to show mercy. At this moment, he has no sympathy or pity for these mobs.

   Another swing of the knife, Xianghe burst out Reiatsu, knocking and killing several Death Gods in front of him. However, there are too many Death Gods around, and many of them are strong at the rank of official.

  Not only must he use Shunpo to dodge all the time, but he must also keep an eye on everyone around him, which consumes far more mental energy than Reiatsu.

  He had just dodged the landing with a Shunpo, but he was in a daze for a moment. With such a gap, he was hit head-on by a thunderbolt behind him.

   This is not a trance caused by intense consumption, someone is...

  Sneak attack!

  Xianghe directly cut the throat of the **** of death who released Bai Lei with a knife, and after watching him fall miserably, he looked around and found a mysterious man covered in black robes.

   "Don't run!"

  The anger in Xianghe's heart was vented immediately. He looked at the man in black who was about to turn around and leave, and said angrily.

   Hearing his voice, the man in black turned his head subconsciously, revealing those magnificent eyes like amethysts!

   That's right! These are the eyes!

Regardless of his disregard, Xianghe chopped down the gods of death around him like chopping melons and vegetables, and rushed towards the man in black robe. However, when he was about to cut off the opponent's head with a single blow, he only saw the slight upward movement in the black robe. corner of the mouth.

   Then, he slashed into the air, as if there was no one there at all.

  In just a split second, even Xianghe didn't see how the black-robed man was moving. In short, he suddenly appeared in the crowd tens of meters away.

   Then she walked away slowly, seemingly not paying attention to Xiang He at all.

   "Do you want to die?!"

  Xianghe was a little annoyed, especially when he saw the man in black go further and further away, while around him was surrounded by rioting gods of death.

   "Whisper, Muramasa!"

  He didn't care about Yinling's words at the moment, Xianghe knew that all this must be a conspiracy, the riot of the nobles must have been arranged, and all of this was most likely not to deal with the Kuchiki family but him, Kuchimu Xianghe.

  At this moment, only the man in black robe and the owner of the purple pupil can be caught to solve this doubt!

  So he directly liberated Muramasa's ability, which is the power that absolutely dominates other Zanpakutō!

  With the liberation of Muramasa, the noisy battlefield instantly became orderly. Originally, none of these people had the ability to use Zanpakutō, but only used Kido to attack Hibiki.

  But at this moment, their knives were automatically released without their consent, and some of the knives still in their hands were swung at their companions!

   "This... what is this?!"

  People looked at this scene in horror, the Zanpakuto that they had trusted most turned to themselves at this moment, and Xianghe was at the center of this **** and cannibalistic world.

  He is the center of all Zanpakutō. Amidst the roar of struggle and the sound of the sword entering the body, a straight passage was opened in front of him.

   "Now, let me see your real face!"

  He said in a deep voice to the black-robed man who was not affected by Muramasa at all and located on the outskirts of Zhan Luan!

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