Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

He pointed at the huge wolf head in Komamura's left formation and mocked: "Oh, I didn't expect there to be an unexpected surprise under the helmet. What would happen if your master saw your appearance like this?

"After saying that, he burst out laughing.

The other companions also laughed together.

The voice was sharp and harsh, without any trace of the innocence of a child.

Facing the ridicule from all directions, Komamura Zuozhen looked calm and said calmly: "Soga, as a Hollow, it is normal to have such thoughts."

The dense laughter suddenly stopped, and the noise and silence became a bit more scary.

"Big dog, you seem to look down on Xu." The leading child said with interest.

Komamura Zuozhen felt that his body had regained some strength, and he stood up slowly, his upright posture becoming a little more tenacious.

"I have never looked down on anyone, at least when it comes to teenagers who are still developing, I can never make up my mind."

After hearing what Komamura Zuozhen said, the child raised his head and laughed, showing his jagged teeth: "You mean you are showing mercy? It's ridiculous. You seem to have forgotten your current situation by using the superior to look down on the weak."

"I have a pretty good suggestion, how about you play games with us in the future, Big Dog." Child Xu said cruelly.

When the word "game" was mentioned, these strange children suddenly shouted to the Komamura left formation: "Play games with us, play games with us..."

"Oh? Isn't your purpose to take my head to claim credit?"

"The game doesn't conflict with the purpose, does it?" the leader, Tongxu, said. Rather than killing the enemy directly, they preferred to play with the enemy until they were motionless.

"I still have my own responsibilities, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." After saying that, the spiritual pressure on his body surged again: "I don't know why you are like this, I don't know what an Arrancar is, let alone you

What kind of existence is the adult in my mouth? However, I also have the responsibility to protect you. Since you have lost your respect for the foundation of life, my knife can also be sharp."

"Swastika: The Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King."

A huge black-armored warrior appeared behind him, with a red scarf covering his eyes and wearing thick armor. He was unusually tall. Compared with it, the surrounding ancient trees that towered into the clouds turned into small saplings.

When the children saw him, they stopped teasing and were subconsciously on guard.

Komamura's left formation held the sword with both hands, and the black-armored warrior also made the same move. The next moment, the huge Zanpakutō slashed towards the largest group of Hollows.

The Black Senmeiou of Komamura's left formation was the swastika who exerted his power to the extreme. Before he could get close, he felt a heavy heart palpitation.

The children were so deluded that they screamed strangely and flapped their wings to get out of the way.

"Boom." The huge Zanpakutō fell to the ground, and nearby ancient trees broke apart. The dust mixed with a large number of stones and broken branches spread outwards. When the dust cleared, the cracked land was exposed.

Seeing this situation, Komamura's left formation frowned slightly. Black Senmei King exerted his power to the extreme, and speed was also his biggest nemesis.

King Hei Qianming continued to swing his sword and attacked dozens of times in succession, but still did not touch the area. The area was already in a mess, with large and small cracks crisscrossing the area.

Individually, these children are not very strong and can be easily controlled by the deputy captain. However, they are extremely flexible and can predict and dodge every attack in advance.

The leader of the children saw this situation, and his guarded expression became relaxed: "Hahaha, this kind of thing is not even a snail, is this your swastika?"

After saying that, hundreds of children suddenly turned around and formed a formation to rush towards the black-armored warrior.

Seeing this, Komamura Zuozhen's eyes were firm, and he held the sword with one hand and slashed forward.

"I said it was useless. Now I, Picaro, announce that the game has officially begun. God of Death, pray hard and pray that you don't die too soon."

"What?" As soon as he finished speaking, the leader's expression changed.

After Xu Qun dodged the attack, his big hand fell from the sky and caught some of the children who couldn't dodge in his hand.

The Zanpakutō is just a bait. Since the virtual swarm is very dense, a big hand can easily catch it and reap the rewards.

The individuals of these virtual groups are very weak, and a harsh scream can be heard when a big hand is gently grasped.

With a casual throw, several figures hit the ground heavily, their bodies twisted irregularly, and their expressions were painful.

"You are very strong, and you have great advantages in group survival in Hueco Mundo, but at the same time, you also have weaknesses." Komamura Zuozhen said in a deep voice.

But in the next second, the expressions of the left formation of Komamura changed dramatically, and the bodies of the several children with half-life left were squirming rapidly, and their bodies twisted by the huge force were quickly reorganizing and recovering.

"God of Death, I forgot to tell you one thing. My name is Picaro, and my partner is also named Picaro. We are both named Picaro. We share life and spiritual pressure."

"As long as no one of us is killed, we will be able to fully recover within a few months."

"God of death, enjoy the rest of your survival time, because you can't kill any of us Picaro."

Komamura's left formation remained unmoved, raised his Zanpakutō, and slashed downwards.

But these injured children recovered very quickly and easily escaped.

These Pikaros looked for an opening and rushed towards the black-armored warriors in a swarm. Komamura's left formation planned to do the same, but the virtual group was already on guard and was densely packed. After a while, the black-armored warriors were surrounded.

"The game has officially begun." Pikaro, the leader, shouted loudly.

As if they had received some kind of instruction, these Picaros shuttled back and forth on the surface of the black-armored warrior's body in a uniform manner, getting faster and faster, and a series of wind blades were produced when their wings were fanned.

These picaros are like maggots attached to the bones, changing with the movements of the black-armored warriors, and they cannot be shaken off.

"Tear..." A scar suddenly appeared on the surface of the black-armored warrior, the second, the third, more and more, the wound became deeper and deeper, and the blood gradually seeped out.

The life of Black Sen Meiou is connected with the main body of Komamura Left Formation, and every move is completely synchronized. Similarly, if Meiou is injured, the main body will not be spared.

The game was still going on. After Pikaro smelled the sweet sweetness of the blood, he let out a crazy scream. Their faces were all red, and their unconcealable excitement made them completely crazy.

This almost Lingchi-like torture is still going on, and Komamura Zuozhen's body is covered with wounds cut by sharp knives, like a bloody man.

He stretched out his palm and slapped it hard on the chest, but the Picaros were already on guard and dodged in time.

This palm was firmly imprinted on his chest, and Komamura Zuozhen coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Faced with Picaro, who had completely restrained his abilities, he suddenly felt powerless.

Do you really want to explain it here?

Impossible, the Komamura Zuozhen was unwilling to be toyed with so wantonly until death. In the hazy moment, a bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes.