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The next moment, the earth engulfed in raging flames seemed to be cut open by a delicate crack out of thin air, and the straight edge of the blade split the fire scene in two from the middle. One could even hear a clear sound of tearing cloth.

In the center of the fire, Fujimiya Makoto stood there, protecting the seriously injured Obana Danjiro, and looked at her calmly.

"This little spark is compared to the flames I have seen,"

"Still a long way to go."

[This is better than pretending, I give you five points! ]

Fujimiya Makoto tried hard to keep a straight face.

Just as Xiao Podao finished speaking, a whistling sound of wind suddenly came from behind him.

A girl with messy black hair and wearing a mask fell from the sky. A wooden hammer that was almost three meters long drew a dramatically changing arc in the air and smashed hard on Fujimiya Makoto's head.

Turn sideways and kick.

Kick the seriously injured Okada Danerlang out of the fire scene first

Fujimiya Makoto pressed the scabbard onto the hammer shaft, stepped on the hammer head that was sunk into the ground, and glared fiercely at the silent Hammer Palace Sinko. He extended a finger and chanted rapidly:

"The thundering chariot! The cracks in the spinning wheel! This thing has light! One is divided into six!"

"Sixty-one of the Binding Dao: Six-Stand Light Prison."

A golden beam of light shot out, trapping the thin figure of Hammer Palace Sinner in the center and firmly fixing him in mid-air.

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could swing his sword, he saw a mass of golden hair rushing from the side, trying to stop him.

"Hashihara! Tie him up!"

Meila Suidao yelled loudly: "I want to let this guy have a good taste of my super-big explosion!"

"Okay!"

A clear female voice came from the center of the messy hair.

This should be the Hashihara Lotus.

Fujimiya Makoto moved away instantly, his eyes scanning the surroundings at the same time.

It's not just him here.

Wang Yue of Ermeiwu, who brought the entire 'Ermeiwu Guard' with him, was equivalent to carrying an entire army of instructor-level personnel with him.

Even though there were only a dozen or so swords, and some of them were obviously not suitable for combat, using them to deal with ordinary Grim Reapers of very low spiritual power still had the beauty of using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

At this time, the remaining dozen or so members of the Ermeiwu Guard were killing people in the Yuanliu Legion behind him.

"Hey! What are you looking at?!"

While shouting loudly, Shuidao Meila spewed out a breath of flame into the air, blocking all his escape routes.

The bindings on Hammer Palace Sinner's body had been broken. He held two hammers, one long and one short, in his left and right hands, with a cold look in his eyes.

Hashihara Rensa stood at the back, looking at him with a smile.

Three?

Makoto Fujimiya stood in the center of the blazing flames, looking at the encirclement with a slightly gloomy expression.

Then, he grinned.

What a nice people.

The more people there are, the more lively the script becomes!

……

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Chapter 4 I want to fight three! (k+ please subscribe)

If a one-on-one fight is equivalent to a solo dance between two people at a party, then a one-on-many fight is like a multi-person Shura field in the center of the dance floor. At the moment when kitchen knives intersect, only by finding a gap and breaking through at a single point can one avoid being hunted by several rounds of attacks in an instant.

Fujimiya Makoto's speed is not slow. After many days of training and fighting, his instant steps and slashing techniques have reached the "twelfth level".

If this level is compared with that of ordinary Shinigami, it is roughly equivalent to a genius like Hitsugaya Toshiro in later generations, who can only reach this level after a hundred years of continuous training.

In terms of the exquisiteness of slashing techniques and instant steps, even in the eleventh group of Yuanzi Academy, which is famous for its fighting ability, few can match him.

but--

The enemies he faced were three powerful Zanpakutō forged by Nimaiya Oyue himself.

"boom!!!"

Hamemiya Zuiko swung the pitch-black hammer in her hand. The hammer handle, which was made entirely of her teeth, seemed to be made of the most resilient wax wood or rubber. It drew an arc in the air that seemed to be whistling, and smashed down heavily in front of Fujimiya Makoto.

Even with Fujimiya Makoto's current level of spiritual power, he was completely unable to withstand such power and could only rely on dodging to deal with it.

"Too slow, bro!"

Hashihara Rensa, who had long golden hair, shouted loudly while shaking her hair from top to bottom.

The hair like a waterfall kept winding and moving forward, rushing towards Fujimiya Makoto. The hair that seemed to have a loose structure could easily crush the flying stones by just entangled them. Several long hairs were twisted into a ball, forming the toughest and most powerful whip in the world, which kept whistling and slashing down, as if covering the sky and the sun.

Fujimiya Makoto knew he couldn't dodge it, so he pressed his left index finger on the blade and slid it lightly across it. Then a faint glow appeared on the surface of the small broken knife, as if a thin film was coated on the blade.

The young man's eyes were extremely sharp, and he said in a low voice:

"Type 1·Modified·Arc Light Attack!"

The speed exceeding sound and the dance of the blade merged into one as he turned, like a real brilliance that penetrated numerous obstacles. The dazzling white mist almost formed a line, outlining his figure as he moved around and kept swinging his sword to tear through the thick siege of hair.

Several sword lights flashed forward simultaneously, and the seemingly tough long hair broke into several flying silk threads.

[Slashing Technique +2]

[Hair and back scrubs are also very civilized! However, if you accidentally get something on them, it will be difficult to wash it by yourself! ]

Fujimiya Makoto completely ignored Xiao Podao's various dirty words and continued to advance towards Hashihara Rensa, his body seeming to melt into the sword light.

The frisky Hashihara Rensa looked at her long hair being chopped into pieces and suddenly started screaming:

"Meera! Sinner!"

"Help them!"

"I am not good at close combat!"

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could get close to Hashihara Rensa, the screaming woman's expression suddenly froze, and a cheerful smile appeared on her face, as if her plan had succeeded.

next moment.

Suddenly, the petite girl Shuidao Mela jumped out from behind her.

"You're the one I've been waiting for!"

His bare feet stepped on the spirit particles in mid-air as if they were real, and with the force of the recoil, they shot straight towards Fujimiya Makoto. At the same time, blazing flames emerged from his hands and feet, turning and sweeping towards Fujimiya Makoto, and the fireworks formed a dazzling chain of fire.

"Yanwu——!!"

Fujimiya Makoto instinctively wanted to swing his knife.

But the next second, he suddenly sensed a slight change in spiritual pressure, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Fuck!"

His figure suddenly disappeared from where he was and retreated to a distance of more than ten meters away.

Meila, who was flipping in the air, was stunned at first, then she gritted her teeth and slammed the punch to the ground fiercely.

"Snapped!"

The red-haired girl hit the ground with her fist, and suddenly a ball of blazing white flame like a real torch exploded. It looked like there was only a small hole, but the sound of explosions continued to rise from below the surface, making a series of extremely crisp shell-breaking sounds. Countless spider-web-like cracks spread out in all directions at the impact point, shattering a series of clear lines.

Immediately afterwards, the whole earth seemed to shake.

"Rumble--"

The ground around Meila on the Sui Island suddenly bulged into small, translucent bulges that looked as if it had melted. Pillars of fire, carrying a tremendous amount of heat, rose from these bulges, carrying a heat that seemed to be able to roast people thoroughly. If you got a little closer, even your hair and skin seemed to be roasted.

Fujimiya Makoto was standing just one step outside the prison of fire pillar, quietly looking at the girl who was coiled in the center of the blazing flames.

"cut!"

"Just let me hit you and you'll be done for!"

The grumpy girl complained loudly in dissatisfaction, just revealing the sharp fang at the corner of her mouth.

Fujimiya Makoto just quietly looked at the women who surrounded him again, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

His Shikai is not suitable to be performed in a crowded place.

Because anyone who meets his eyes will be drawn into the same "script".

Coupled with the 'absoluteness' of the rules, even Fujimiya Makoto himself couldn't be sure that those of his own who were dragged into the script would be unlucky enough to accidentally trigger several violations in a row and then be directly turned into hot weapons by the script.

With this happening, let’s not even talk about whether we can win the battle.

Even if he won, he would definitely not be able to survive in Soul Society as a Shinigami.

Perhaps a thousand years from now, there will still be a Soul Society urban legend about someone turning into a hot weapon if they look into your eyes.

In that case, do we have to lead these knife girls away from the crowd?

Just as he was thinking, he heard someone behind him rushing towards the battle group.

"Fujimiya-sama!"

Kuryashiki Ryoma shouted and charged towards this side.

But Fujimiya Makoto stopped him.

Facing three powerful humanoid Zanpakutō, he turned his back to his colleagues and tilted his head to reveal a smile that showed he was in control.

"give it to me."

"..."

At this moment, looking at his back, Kuryashiki Ryoma seemed to realize something.

Both Fujimiya and Kuriyashiki knew it very well.

If you want to deal with these powerful Zanpakuto, you must pave the way with dozens or even scores of lives!

Faced with such a situation, does even Instructor Fujimiya have to start fighting with all his might?

The more Zanpakutō he can block, the more people he can save!

When he thought of this, the little boy looked at the figure in front of him and couldn't help but feel moved.

Just as the young man was feeling moved by himself, he heard a familiar voice that interrupted his emotions again, Xiao Podao's childish roar.

[Oh my! It's all my!]

[I'm going to drink three by myself! No one can escape!]

【Turn them all into Fujimiya puffs! 】

In an instant, Kuryashiki Ryoma was completely stunned by emo.

The mood was completely interrupted.

If you think about it carefully, this kind of beauty, who is also a married woman in a sense, seems to be the type that Lord Fujimiya would like... right?

Fujimiya Makoto stood still.

Although he didn't look back again, his back figure inexplicably had a sense of tragedy as if the wind was whistling.

Not a word.