Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 691: Using the sword to describe the Tao
Holy text: Visionary.
The specific form of its ability is to instantly turn the things imagined in your mind into reality.
It can only be used to create objects out of thin air, and cannot be used to destroy or transform objects out of thin air, unless the object is created by oneself.
The Visionary is known as one of the most buggy sacred writing abilities. Its original owner's method of death is as strange and unreasonable as that of the friend Habach who was slashed in the final ending. It is actually a bug that was forcibly drawn to death. one.
In layman's terms, it is some reality gems.
But even so, with various restrictions, it still cannot be shaken, the visionary's strong BUG status.
In a sense.
Whether the visionary is strong or not depends on three points: the size of your brain, your own knowledge reserves, and the degree of determination. As long as you meet the above three elements, then you are almighty in disguise.
After three waves of meteorite rain.
The Hell of Infinite Hell has become pits and pits, with huge pits measuring 1,800 meters in length everywhere, where you can see billowing black smoke, the surface of the ground is showing granular crystallization, and the air is left with unbearable high temperatures.
Uozhihua Yaqianliu was almost completely naked, and her clothes were torn to pieces by the storm of falling meteorites, her skin as white as suet was exposed, covered with large scorched scars, against the billowing black smoke rising around her. There is a different kind of beauty, like a broken artwork.
"How about, do you want to continue?"
Lord, with a playful smile, looked at Uzhihua, who still had a stubborn expression and stubbornly refused to admit defeat, and said: "Although I can't bear it, but as long as I can make you surrender, I don't mind to continue. Go down."
The implication is.
Before Uozhihua gave up and conceded defeat, he would keep calling meteorites, turning this supposedly two sides fighting each other, the peak duel between the swordsmanship, into a dull and boring battle.
"You are underestimating me."
Maozhihua Yaqianliu's murderous intent was awe-inspiring in his eyes, and the crystal-clear jade feet took a step forward, the scarlet blood-like sword in his hand trembled, making clear and murderous sounds, followed by a soft, murderous sound. They echoed in the ears together: "I have already said that before you kill me, the battle will not end."
How difficult it is to change a person's mind, not to mention the woman in front of me, but the number one in kendo for thousands of years, her will is as firm and stable as Mount Tai, how could she be shaken by his few words?
The sword's edge was wrapped in a sharp cold light, and it cut through the air like a bamboo, and pointed directly at Lord's neck.
As soon as Lord raised his hand, Yao Zhihua Yaqianliu was aware of it, and the sword's edge turned to bring up the boundless storm, and the flowing blood-red silk thread danced around his arm.
The blood red thread looked abnormally slender, but it was extremely sharp. Everything that was touched along the way was cut silently.
Lord didn't intend to be Yang Guo, the spirit pressure burst and shattered the red lines, and the soles of his feet were gently moved to avoid the sword being swung, and the strands of black hair on his forehead were accidentally chopped off by the sharp sword energy.
"Yachianryu·Kendo·Rondo!"
Maozhihua Yaqianryu swung the blade of the sword, flying like a needle thread, and the blood-red thread became tighter and tighter, continuously pressing Lord's range of movement.
As there are more and more red threads, like a hurricane whizzing away, 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 terrible situation, Lord couldn't calm down and imagine specific things in his mind. The main influencing factor was...Sister Hua's was too big.
Know...
The current sister Hua is no different from almost naked. With such a beauty fighting close to her body, even Lord, who is as stable as an old dog, will inevitably have troubles in her heart, and her eyes will always move involuntarily.
Sure enough... so big.
As soon as a thought came up, Sen Leng's killing intent pulled him back to reality, and a sharp sword light swept directly into his eyes.
Lord leaned back, and his forehead suddenly burst into cold sweat. If he didn't avoid it, he might not have to cut off half of his head.
Huhuhu——
Not waiting for him to take a breath, Mao Zhihua's blade pressed down, as if it was breaking the mountain and the ground, as if he was about to split his whole person.
"Fuck!"
Lord screamed in surprise, subconsciously condensing spiritual pressure, blood flowed faster, condensed into lines on the body surface, and then five fingers pinched a fist, greeted him with a direct blow.
Dang!
The fists and swords collided with a clanging sound.
Under the dual protection of the steel skin and the static blood suit, Lord's boxing front becomes hard as iron, and the sword is sharp. The blood knife corrupts a large area of skin and flesh, but it still can't keep up with the speeding again. .
Who expected.
The corners of Mao Zhihua's lips curled up, and she leaned sideways with the sword to take advantage of the strength, and the angle of the hand holding the sword was deflected by half an inch. The blood-red blade stuck to the arm and chopped to his head.
"It's so difficult..."
Lord secretly made a sound of trouble, and had to stretch out his other hand, and directly turned his fist into a palm and hit Uozhihua's abdomen, trying to push her away.
No matter what, it's slightly off by half an inch.
This palm didn't hit the abdomen, but instead hit Uozhihua's...chest.
Lord squeezed subconsciously.
En...It feels good.
Unusually soft but also tall and straight, it can be called the ultimate experience in the world. For a while, it is a little lingering, and I can't help but want to squeeze it twice.
"Have you touched enough?"
Sounds of killing intent sounded.
Lord shuddered immediately, his eyes just met Uzhihua, and in those dark eyes, a touch of shame was replaced by rage.
Boom——! ! !
Intensive knives suddenly appear.
Swordsmanship of all genres, this woman comes at her fingertips, as exquisite as ever.
It can be called the essence of killing skills, the sword's edge is like a butterfly dancing, and it is as strange and difficult to find like a poisonous snake hunting, which is enough to be regarded as pleasing to the eye.
In the midst of anger, Mao Zhihua has completely given up his defense, and the sword is straight to the point, without the intention of being merciful at all.
Lord complained constantly, backed up one after another to avoid the intensive sword light, and from time to time a piece of flesh was cut off.
I knew it, I stopped pinching it just now.
But unfortunately, it's too late to regret, and Lord is not stupid enough to reason with an angry woman.
Finally, Lord's eyes changed.
Since no other method can make her stop, she can only choose the most primitive method, to speak with the sword in her hand.
Aware of Lord's mood changes, Uozohana said coldly, "Finally, are you serious about it?"
"Well, count it."
Lord nodded slightly and said lightly: "After thinking about it, this is the best way."
Only on the way of kendo, let Uozhihua experience extreme despair, will she force her to give up her thoughts.
In that case... then come on.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly began to tremble, and the air was as thick as a stream of water, and the majestic and mighty coercion was rising, and waves of air were set off, slapping the void one after another.
In the eyes of Mao Zhihua.
Lord’s thin figure, at this moment, seems to be infinitely lifted up, with a mountain-like aura, and her spine will be bent and broken when it is pressed, and the hairs on the top and bottom of the body are upside down, emanating from the pores. With fear.
"This is it..."
The Eight Thousand Streams of Ueno Flower stood in place, with thick blood in his eyes: "This is what I am after, let it go...Lord!"
Boom!
Lord took a step forward, and the atmosphere rippled and spread out in a circular ring.
Boom!
Maozhihua Yaqianliu was shaken back hundreds of meters by the air wave. I suddenly felt depressed in my chest. The fishy air flowed up my throat, and immediately gritted my teeth, and finally swallowed it with a trace of blood spilling from the corners of my lips. .
In the second step, several air rings burst.
The whole Hell seems to be shaking, large swaths of air burst and scream, like thousands of thunders across the sky, and the sound alone makes the flowers of Mao's blood churning endlessly.
On the third step, Lord held a normal blade in his hand and lifted it high towards the sky.
"Yaqianliu·Kendo·Duankongzhang!"
An understatement sounded, and then Lord's arm waved the blade, slashing from top to bottom.
The straight blade fell, and the world suddenly plunged into a period of gloom, everything seemed to be deprived of its appearance, as if it were cut off by invisible power.
A long and narrow straight line of sword light cuts the entire **** apart~IndoMTL.com~ The space along the way is shattered every inch, through countless broken void mirrors, things appear to be twisted and folded.
"This is...my Kendo?"
Uozhihua Yaqianliu's pupils vibrated, and 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.
Maozhihua Yaqianliu held his breath, cut off the thousands of distracting thoughts in his mind, and concentrated on his hands.
Step on, draw a knife.
The scarlet moon ran across the sky, condensed into a point of sword power, from the moment the blade was unsheathed, it bloomed with a monstrous **** brilliance, such as the red clouds swallowing half of the sky.
"Yachianliu·Sword·Huangquan!"
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