Naruto's eight extremes determine the universe

"What kind of monster is it, just to reach District 79 has such a strong oppressive force, and these ordinary souls in District 79 can't bear them playing like this!"

The three captains had just arrived in the Caolu District, but the next moment their eyelids jumped, and now some of the weaker souls in the Caolu District had been pressed to the ground and sweating profusely.

These souls do not have any chance of becoming a god of death, and there is no spiritual pressure in themselves, they are generally people whose souls have been damaged, and even if these people do not care about them, it will not take ten years for them to die naturally.

Ten years is too short for the soul of the corpse soul realm, the old man of the mountain has lived for more than two thousand years, the flower of Mao has also lived for thousands of years, and there is also the zero team, all of them are antique-level guys, for these people, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and time is no longer a concept for them.

Human beings have lived for a hundred years, and they have basically seen the warmth and coldness of the world for eighty years, and the heart of the young man is slowly cold, of course, there is a saying that he is more and more afraid of death, but a large part of people are not like this, but they are eager for liberation.

These 193 years of death are even more so, there is not much difference between dying and not dying, at most it depends on how they die, if they die of old age, there will never be any complaints, but dying in battle is different.

"Then hurry up to District Eighty and stop these two unknown people before they release more powerful spiritual pressure, I can feel that this is not their limit. "

The rotten wood silver bell who frowned suddenly sped up the action of calling again, and Jingle Chunshui and Ghost Yan Cheng Kenpachi also showed an incredible expression, the spiritual pressure has exploded to this point, it is not the limit, what are the two guys fighting!

"No matter who it is, no matter how strong his strength is, my Ghost Yan City Sword Eight is the strongest Death God Sword Eight in the Jingling Court, how can I be cowardly here. "

Ghost Yan Cheng Kenpachi also reorganized his mood, and then stimulated himself with the so-called strongest title, and then followed the footsteps of the rotten wood silver bell.

But to put it bluntly, there is a problem with his strongest title, and there are many people in the current corpse soul world who can overturn him, the strongest (CBBD) Death God Sword Eight, one old man of the mountain, one of the minister of the finches, one of the flower of the U, one of the boats Kiryu, one of the rotten wood silver bells, and the Jingle Spring Water, maybe this thing is not his opponent under the outbreak of all-out desperate fighting.

So this so-called strongest battle death is completely nonsense, in the final analysis, it's just to deceive these muscular men who are full of battles, and it's more cost-effective to give a good name in exchange for a good combat power.

Soon, the three of them rushed to the eighty district, and at this moment, the eighty district has completely disappeared, the original streets and buildings have disappeared in the collision between the wood kenpachi and the thunder wind, and at this moment, except for the two who are still soaring in combat power, this place has become a dead domain.

"Is that just these two guys..................?

Rotten wood Yinling's face suddenly became extremely exciting, and he didn't say anything after looking at the two of them.

"Eh, Yinling senior, what are you?"

Jingle Chunshui asked with a puzzled face, even the ghost Yancheng was like this, looking at the rotten wood silver bell that kept changing his face with a puzzled face, and he didn't know why the calm rotten wood silver bell suddenly became out of shape.

"It's really a monster, you can see for yourself the battle of these two guys, there is no discipline at all, there is no trace of swordsmanship, it completely relies on brute force, relies on instinct, like a bite between beasts, there are not a few in the history of such a human corpse soul world, it is completely wild. "

Kuchiki Yinling said excitedly, seeing the battle between the two, he was indeed not calm, the level of the Captain of the Death Captain relied on continuous cultivation and continuous fighting, and the combat skills were also taught in the school or family.

And the battle between the two people in front of him has no rules at all, to put it bluntly, he is desperate by brute force, he can see at a glance that Lei Feng and Gengmu Jianba are both wild paths, they don't know the control skills of spiritual pressure, they don't move to break the ghost path, they don't know anything, they just slash indiscriminately.

But the spiritual pressure of these two guys is like a monster, giving people a feeling of breathlessness, just like two ten-year-old children holding bazookas to shoot at each other, even if they have no skills, but the power of the explosion will not change.

"What does Yinling Senpai mean that these two guys grew up like this on Soul Street?"

Jing Le Chunshui's face also appeared unnatural, and even the corners of his mouth twitched, when did the wild road of Flowing Soul Street hang like this, and there were two as soon as they came out, and the combat power and spiritual pressure were so strong, he now felt that his so-called genius was completely alive to a dog.

Those geniuses of the Mao Spiritual Academy are all mediocre, compared to these two guys, they can't be said to be geniuses, they are completely demons, and they actually relied on the wild road to go to the spiritual pressure that they and others felt shocked to surpass the captain's level.

"Don't be in a daze, these two guys are about to end the fight!"

Ghost Yan Cheng Jian Eight is also Jian Ba, he can naturally see that the battle between the two is nearing the end, and then let's see who has a trick.

As soon as the words of the ghost Yancheng Kenpachi came out, the eyes of Jingle Chunshui, who was still immersed in shock, were immediately attracted, and at this moment, Gengmu Kenpachi and Lei Feng also stopped fighting and stood again.

"Pleasant, really pleasant, to be able to meet someone like you in the Soul Street, you know? Even those Grim Reapers, who are no match for me, and those captains are cowering in the Silent Spirit Court one by one, so I can't fight them, compared to those who have shrunk up, you have indeed given me a great surprise. "

Gengmu Jianba said excitedly, completely ignoring the bunch of wounds on his body, and his whole person was about to be stained red with blood.

"Are we being scolded?"

At this moment, Jingle Chunshui asked with a dark face, what is the meaning of a turtle cowering inside, we were originally people from the Jingling Court, okay, and as the captain of the Death Machine, there are a lot of things to do, who will run to the Soul Street every day without something.

At this moment, it's not just Jingle Chunshui, even the Rotten Wood Silver Bell and the Ghost Yancheng Kenpachi's faces are a little bad, from Jianba's words, they seem to hear a little bit of the feeling that they and the others are shrunken turtles, how can they bear it!_

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