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

"I hope you can still be so confident later." Dorudoni said coldly.

Zaraki Kenpachi suddenly took off his shirt and exposed his chest: "Xu, I will let you chop three times first."

Dorudoni didn't know why, and thought that Kenpachi Zaraki was a little short-sighted, which made him feel even more disappointed.

"Yachukas, although I don't know your name, I can tell that you are not an ordinary Hollow. To be on the safe side, I will give you three moves first."

"What do you mean?" Dorudoni's eyes gradually turned cold, which was Chi Guoguo's provocation.

"The opponents I met before said that they were very strong, but in the end they were easily hacked to death by me. They did not experience the joy of fighting at all. To be on the safe side, it is better to let yourself bleed first." Kenpachi Zaraki told the truth.

But such words were the ultimate contempt in Dorudoni's eyes, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as solid as reality.

Zaraki Kenpachi suddenly laughed, his emotions were high, and the bells above his head rang in unison: "Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Since we choose to fight, we must only have one or leave."

"In that case, I agree to your request."

After hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki tore his clothes to pieces, held his head high, and looked expectant.

Dorudoni's face was as gloomy as water, and his feet turned to the extreme, and the next second he appeared on a branch.

His right hand turned into a claw, and the claws were fierce, and he grabbed the head of Xiao Baqianliu who had not yet reacted.

"This little girl should be very important to you. Can you still stick to your idea?"

The moment his right paw was about to touch Yachiru, a flash of surprise flashed across Dorudoni's face, and his body immediately disappeared.

"Boom." A solid sword pressure exploded, and mud mixed with branches poured out like a waterfall.

Kenpachi Zaraki stood naked to the waist in front of Yachiru, looking at Dordoni like a dead person, with cold and violent spiritual pressure gushing out from his body.

Feeling the needle-like coldness coming from his body, Dorudoni suddenly laughed wildly. Under the extreme excitement, his facial features became ferocious: "Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, that's it, leave it alone.

Rotten reception ceremony, today, one of us must die."

Zaraki Kenpachi said nothing, silently holding his Zanpakutō across his chest, the jagged blade trembling crazily under his extreme spiritual pressure.

"Today you can sharpen your Zanpakutō again."

After saying that, his body was ejected suddenly, and the Zanpakutō slashed towards Dordoni with the sound of screaming wind.

There is no mercy or any temptation, it is the killing move.

This is Zaraki Kenpachi who was touched by the reverse scale.

Facing Zaraki Kenpachi's tyrannical attack, Dordoni did not dodge or give way, kicking out his right foot like lightning, and when the Zanpakutō was exchanged, a golden sound was heard.

"Are you surprised?" Dordoni looked at Zaraki Kenpachi, who was a little stunned, and the force under his feet instantly increased.

Caught off guard, Zaraki Kenpachi's body fell downwards.

Dorudoni activated his foot swing again, came behind Zaraki Kenpachi, and kicked out with his right foot again. The target was Zaraki Kenpachi's head. If the kick was real, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zaraki Kenpachi is really powerful, no matter how hard he tries, he will not make fun of his own head. He blocks his Zanpakutō to the side and uses this force to retreat backwards.

"You just said you wanted me to chop you three times. God of Death, you are too weak."

"Huh?" Dorudoni was a little surprised to find that the spiritual pressure of the opposite God of Death had surged again: "Yes, God of Death, use all your strength. Today, one of us must die."

"Okay, okay, Yachucas, I appreciate you more and more. It's decided that one of us must die today."

After saying that, he rushed towards Dordoni again, the sharp edge of the knife's tip felt faintly cold.

"Too slow." Dorudoni shook his head, using his left foot as the axis and spinning his right foot to kick out.

As he approached Dordoni, Kenpachi Zaraki's body suddenly accelerated, completely ignoring the opponent's attack, and slashed at the opponent's body. The sound he made was as harsh as cutting against steel.

At this time, a huge pain came from his waist. This pain aroused his ferocity. He raised the knife again and pressed down crazily.

Upon seeing this, Dorudoni showed ridicule on his face, stopped his movements, and allowed the opponent to chop him.

There was no blood flowing out, and there were no wounds, just torn clothes and a dazzling white mark.

"My steel skin is the strongest among the Achucas. If you are not satisfied, I can give you three moves. However, I can tell you that you will never be able to hurt me."

What answered him was a stronger slash, and the target was his neck.

Seeing this, Dorudoni completely ignored the big words he just said and quickly ran away.

Zaraki Kenpachi looked at Dorudoni who was retreating, and said calmly: "Look, the opponents I met also said things like you can't hurt me, and without exception, they were all killed by me."

I silently added in my heart, except for that one person.

Dorudoni finally became angry and shouted: "You are looking for death."

The body turned into a phantom, no arms left, the shadow of the legs followed, and every kick was accompanied by a sonic boom.

Two figures formed a ball in the air.

Dorudoni's attacks are extremely heavy, each blow weighing a thousand pounds.

Zaraki Kenpachi completely gave up his defense and did not dodge or dodge. He allowed Dorudoni's attacks to fall on him like a violent storm. Every pain aroused the deepest ferocity in his soul. He swung his sword wildly and slashed at Doudoni.

On Ludoni.

The body seemed not to be his own.

Upon seeing this, Dorudoni used his steel skin to resist attacks except for avoiding attacks on his vital parts.

Suddenly, a cold light slid across his thigh, and there was a "tearing" sound, and a dazzling blood-red color fell from the air.

Dorudoni's eyes glowed fiercely, and he kicked out his legs like raindrops, more than twice as fast as before.

Zaraki Kenpachi felt his chest being beaten continuously with a heavy hammer, and his body was kicked dozens of meters away. There was a "click" and his ribs were broken. He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stabilized his figure again, as if nothing was wrong, looked at the red blood on the Zanpakutō, and flicked it away.

With a calm expression, he said, "Have you finally adapted to your power?"

"oh?"

"Because I am too strong. In order to continue to enjoy the joy of fighting, my body will involuntarily suppress it to the same level as my opponent. Coupled with the boring fighting these days, my body seems to be sleeping."

After speaking, the tip of the knife pointed at Dorudoni: "I also want to thank you for allowing this body to gradually wake up."

This is Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes slightly focused, looking in a certain direction.

I saw white liquid flowing out of thin air from Dorudoni's injured thigh, covering it in an instant, and then the wound quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, even the torn pants were restored to their original appearance.

"Super speed regeneration!"

Dorudoni laughed loudly: "Do all gods of death like to brag as much as you do? Don't worry, even if you awaken all your power, you can't match my regeneration speed."