Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 691: Speaking with the sword

Holy text: Visionary.

The specific form of its ability is to turn the things imagined in the mind into reality in an instant.

It can only be used to create objects out of thin air, but cannot destroy or transform objects out of thin air, unless the object is created by itself.

Fantasy is known as one of the most buggy holy text abilities. The original master’s death method is as weird and nonsensical as it is in the finale. one.

In layman's terms, it is a certain Duoduo version of the reality gem.

But even so, with all kinds of restrictions, it is still unshakable, the powerful BUG status of the visionary.

In a sense.

Whether a fantasist is strong or not depends on three points: the size of your brain, your own knowledge reserves, and the degree of willpower. As long as you meet the above three elements, then you are omnipotent in disguise.

After three waves of meteorite rain.

The Infernal Hell has become full of pits and pits. Huge craters of 1,800 meters can be seen everywhere. Black smoke billows everywhere.

Unohana Yachiryu was almost naked, her clothes were torn apart by the meteorite's falling storm, her white skin like suet was exposed, covered with large scorched scars, against the billowing black smoke around her, There is a different kind of beauty, like a broken work of art.

"What, do you want to continue?"

With a playful smile on his face, Lord looked at Unohana, who still had a stubborn expression and insisted on not admitting defeat. Go down."

The implication is.

Until Unohana gave up and surrendered, he would keep summoning meteorites, turning this peak duel between the two sides fighting each other into a dull battle.

"You must have underestimated me."

There was a murderous intent in the eyes of Mao Zhihua Yaqianliu, her crystal jade feet took a step forward, the blood-red long sword trembled slightly in her hand, and there were bursts of clear sounds, soft and murderous sounds, followed by It echoed in my ears together: "I have already said that the battle will not end until you kill me."

How difficult it is to change a person's mind, let alone the woman in front of me, who has been the number one swordsman for thousands of years, her will is as firm as Mount Tai, how could she be shaken by his few words?

Wrapped with a sharp and cold light, the sword cut through the air like a bamboo, and pointed directly at Lord's neck.

As soon as Lord raised his hand, Unohana Yachiryu noticed it, the blade turned and brought up a boundless storm, and flowing blood-red silk threads danced towards his arm.

The blood-red silk thread looked slender and unusually thin, but it was extremely sharp. Everything touched along the way was cut off without a sound.

Lord didn't intend to be Yang Guo, the burst of spiritual pressure shattered those red lines, the sole of his foot moved lightly to avoid the swung sword, and a few strands of black hair on his forehead were accidentally chopped off by the sharp sword energy.

"Eight thousand stream · Kendo · Rondo!"

Unohana Yachiryu waved his sword, flying like a needle thread, and the blood-red thread became tighter and tighter, constantly oppressing Lord's range of movement.

With more and more red silk threads, like a whizzing hurricane, the movable range becomes smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two people is directly shortened, and the distance between them is not more than a few centimeters.

Under this fatal situation, Lord couldn't calm down and imagine specific things in his mind. The main influencing factor was... Sister Hua's was too big.

You know...

The current Sister Hua is no different from being almost naked. Such a beauty fights close to body, even Lord, who is as steady as an old dog, will inevitably have turmoil in his heart, and his eyes always move involuntarily.

Sure enough... so big.

As soon as a thought arose, Sen Leng's killing intent brought him back to reality, and a sharp sword light directly swept towards his eyes.

Lord leaned back to dodge it, and his forehead suddenly broke out in cold sweat. If he hadn't dodged, half of his head might have been cut off.

Whirring——

Before he could catch his breath, Unoka's sword edge pressed down, as if it was about to split the mountain and crack the ground, as if it wanted to split his whole body.

"Fuck!"

Lord exclaimed in shock, subconsciously condensed the spiritual pressure, the blood flow accelerated, condensed into lines on the surface of the body, and then made a fist with five fingers, and went straight out.

When!

Fist and sword collided, and there was a clanging sound.

Under the dual protection of the steel skin and the static blood suit, the front of Lord's fist became as hard as iron. Rao Zhihua's eight thousand streams of sword energy were sharp, and the exhausted blood knife corrupted a large piece of skin and flesh, but it still couldn't catch up with the speeding again. .

Who would have guessed.

The corners of Uozhihua's lips curled up, and she slanted the knife sideways to borrow strength, and the angle of the hand holding the sword was deflected by half an inch. The blood-red blade stuck to his arm and slashed towards his head.

"It's so difficult..."

Lord secretly said trouble, and had no choice but to stretch out his other hand, turning his fist into a palm and hitting Unohana's abdomen, trying to push her away.

However, it is slightly off by half an inch.

This palm didn't hit the abdomen, but instead hit Unohana's... chest.

Lord squeezed subconsciously.

Well...it feels good.

Superbly soft yet tall and straight, it can be called the ultimate experience in the world.

"Have you touched enough?"

There was a sound of killing intent.

Lord shuddered immediately, and his eyes just met Uno Hana, and the shame and anger in those dark eyes were replaced by violent anger.

Boom——! ! !

Intensive knife light suddenly appeared.

This woman can master all kinds of sword moves, as exquisite as ever.

It can be called the essence of killing skills. The blade of the sword dances like a butterfly, and it is as strange and hard to find as a poisonous snake hunting its prey.

Unoka, who was in a rage, had completely given up on defense, and went straight to the vitals, showing no intention of showing mercy.

Lord groaned for a while, backed away one after another to avoid the dense sword light, and a piece of flesh was cut off from time to time.

I knew it earlier, so I didn't pinch it just now.

But unfortunately, it is too late to regret it now, and Lord is not stupid enough to reason with a furious woman.

Finally, Lord's eyes changed.

Since none of the other methods can make her stop, I can only choose, the most primitive way, to speak with the sword in my hand.

Aware of the change in Lord's mood, Unohana said coldly in anger, "Are you finally going to be serious?"

"Well, it counts."

Lord nodded slightly, and said lightly: "After much deliberation, this is the best way."

Only on the way of kendo, let Unoka experience the ultimate despair, will she be forced to give up her own ideas.

In that case... let's go.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly began to tremble, and the air was as viscous as a stream of water. As the majestic coercion rose, wave after wave of air waves were set off, slapping the void one after another.

In the eyes of Uno Hana.

Lord's thin figure seemed to be raised infinitely at this moment, and her majestic momentum was as thick and majestic as a mountain. Her spine was bent and broken under the pressure. with fear.

"This is it..."

Unohana Yachiryu stood where he was, with blood in his eyes: "This is what I'm after, let's release it...Lord!"

Boom!

Lord took a step forward, and the atmosphere rippled layer by layer, spreading out in a circular shape.

Bang!

Unozhihua Yaqianliu was pushed back hundreds of meters by the air wave, and suddenly felt a burst of depression in his chest, and the fishy smell flowed up his throat. .

With the second step, several air rings exploded.

The entire Infernal Hell seemed to be vibrating, large expanses of air burst and exploded, like thousands of thunderbolts criss-crossing the sky, the sound alone made Unohana's vitality and blood churn.

Taking the third step, Lord held an ordinary blade in his hand and raised it high towards the sky.

"Yaqianliu · Dao of the Sword · Severing the Sky!"

An understatement sounded, and then Lord swung the blade with his arm, slashing from top to bottom.

The straight sword blade fell, and the world suddenly fell into a burst of darkness. Everything seemed to be deprived of its shape, as if cut off by an invisible force.

A long and narrow straight line of sword light ~IndoMTL.com~ cuts through the entire hell, and the space along the way is shattered inch by inch. Through countless broken void mirrors, things appear twisted and folded.

"This is... my way of the sword?"

Unozhihua Yaqianliu's pupils trembled. He didn't expect that his sword move would completely change after being used by Lord.

It's too late to wait for her to think about it.

The long and narrow sword light is in front of you.

Unozhihua Yaqianliu held his breath, cut off thousands of distracting thoughts in his mind, and concentrated in his hands.

Step forward and draw your sword.

The blood-colored waning moon traverses the sky, and the sword's momentum condensed into one point, from the moment the blade is unsheathed, it bursts into a monstrous blood-colored brilliance, engulfing half of the sky like a ten thousand zhang red glow.

"Yaqianliu · Kendo · Underworld!"

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