Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 901: It’s hot! Kyōraku VS Fury, Greed! (5)
Anger...is the source of Samael's strength.
The angrier he gets in battle, the more exaggerated the boost he gets.
And this is not only reflected in the power of multiplication, but also in the recovery speed of His body, which is almost comparable to that of the super-speed regeneration of the Vastord-class Void.
The only way to defeat such an enemy is to wipe out all the flesh before he recovers.
Therefore, the winner must be decided as soon as possible, otherwise once the delay goes on...the only person who will lose will be him.
"Don't drop the chain..."
Jingle Chunshui prayed silently in her heart, her spiritual power surging like a boiling ocean.
As the chanted incantation is in the atmosphere, huge ripples visible to the naked eye are set off, slamming the void in all directions like a raging wave.
Boom! ! !
Samael, who was suppressed by the Dao, suddenly quickened his speed of breaking free.
He seems to have felt the terrifying torrent of spiritual power in the atmosphere. After a little thought, it is not difficult to think that Jingle Chunshui is preparing a rather terrifying advanced technique that is enough to destroy him at one time.
Click! Click! Click!
I saw five huge iron pillars, after countless cracks, collapsed from bottom to top.
Of the five kinds of ghosts that bound Samuel, only the last one, the "nine dazzling bondage", was left with nine light spots like a black hole, like a candle flickering in a gust of wind, and it would be completely extinguished at any time.
Jingle Chunshui knew that he could not delay any longer, and immediately accelerated the speed of the mantra chanting.
"The journey of a thousand hands, the noble hand that cannot touch the darkness, the archer of the sky that cannot be reflected.
On the road of radiance, fan the wind of seeds, gather and gather without being lost.
Follow my instructions, Light Bullet·Eight Body·Nine Articles·Tianjing·Baibao·Great Wheel.
The gray turret drew its bow into the distance and disappeared brightly.
The Ninety-One Thousand Hands of Destruction..."
When the complete chant reached the last paragraph, a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
Without the slightest sign, not even before.
Sneak attack!
And still caught him, the weakest, defenseless moment!
"Not good! Anyone else?!"
Jingle Chunshui's pupils shrank suddenly, aware of the yin wind from behind, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue to forcibly interrupt the chant.
Forcibly interrupted the chant, causing the torrent of the gathered spiritual energy to riot in an instant.
The violent spiritual power slammed into Jingle Chunshui like a headless fly. All the internal organs, including the meridians, were torn apart by the violent spiritual power. He couldn't help spewing out a few hundred milliliters of blood arrows.
Phew—!
The heavy crackling wind blasted and roared, and the void seemed to be whining.
Jingle Chunshui turned around with all his strength, only to see a huge and bloated monster covered in gold ornaments, grinning and waving a huge fist, smashing him fiercely.
No, it's too fast to get out of the way!
Years of fighting experience allowed him to put the skeleton of Hua Tiankuang in front of him within a thousandth of a second.
Bang! ! !
The huge fist slammed into Huatian's mad bone, and the splashing fire burst like fireworks.
The deafening humming sound of gold and iron vibrated the sky, like a huge amount of explosives being detonated at once, and the ground of the entire street was like a dragon turning over, and an immeasurable piercing roar erupted.
A large area of mud, sand and rocks surged up like a raging wave, pulling it to a height of more than ten feet like a curtain raised.
The ferocious and brutal fist strength even penetrated the defense of Huatian's mad bones, and pierced out from its back, swaying a large amount of airflow and sonic boom, crushing the entire street, several times. Ten buildings were razed to the ground.
"Wow--"
Under the spread of the extremely violent air wave, Jingle Chunshui raised his head and spurted a mouthful of blood.
I saw his thin body, like a falling meteor, with a violently burning streamer, rubbing in the atmosphere and flying backwards, the strong wind wrapped up the gravel air waves along the way, and smashed it towards Thirteen. Squad's station.
Bang! ! !
The poor station of the 13th Division, directly in the rising waves, turned into a ruined ruin.
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"Tsk... Mammon, who asked you to help me?"
Samuel's arms shook with strength, and the Jiuyao tie collapsed into a light spot in the sky. Immediately, he turned his eyes to the monster, and pouted, saying, "Even if you don't come, I can kill him. ."
"Don't be brave, Samael."
Mammon stretched out her smooth tongue, licked her lips, and laughed, her whole body trembling with fat, and the hanging gold ornaments rattled, saying: "If you want to be hit by that spell just now, you The body that has descended is finished, why don't you thank me?"
"Stop disgusting me there, Mammon."
Samael sneered, picked up the jet-black spear that fell, and said, "You are afraid, if even my body is destroyed, you will not be able to complete the task alone."
"Hehehehe..."
Mamen's face was full of fat, and a strong greed was squeezed out of her slit-like eyes: "You can do whatever you want, I'm just helping you by the way, but this way, that guy's Soul..."
"Hmph, I knew you were not at ease."
A look of disgust appeared on Samuel's face, and he snorted coldly: "The soul of that guy can belong to you, but I will account for 70% of the total number of souls left in this world!"
"Hee hee hee... no problem, that makes sense."
Mammon licked her lips, ignoring the insults in Samuel's words, and smiled: "Since Beelzebub has retired, the part he occupied should naturally belong to the two of us."
"Stop talking nonsense, Mammon."
Samael interrupted him, his eyes turned in the direction of Jingle Chunshui, and he said solemnly: "That man is very troublesome, he is not dead yet."
"Hee hee hee, don't worry so much." Mammon grinned and said indifferently: "It's just a human being, the two of us join forces, is it possible that he can still defeat us?"
"..."
Samael is silent.
Reason told him that Mammon was right.
No matter how powerful that human being, it is impossible to stop the two demon kings from joining forces.
But his keen intuition was telling him that that man... was extremely dangerous.
Even if he is seriously injured, he still has the strength to fight back, and even...the possibility of biting them to death!
"Let's get rid of him as soon as possible!"
Samael did not argue with Mammon, he picked up his weapon and threw off his stride and ran towards the place where Jingle Chunshui fell.
"Furious? Hmph, being frightened like this by a human being." Mammon showed a touch of sarcasm, moving her fat body, and followed at an alarming speed that was completely inconsistent.
The two demon kings followed the trail all the way, from the 5th Division to the 13th Division.
In the wreckage of the ruined station, they finally found the man, and saw that his death tyrant and captain Yuori were completely torn apart. shape.
If it weren't for the icy cold light from those black eyes, I'm afraid anyone who sees this scene will think it's a corpse.
Samael, Sin of Rage!
The Sin of Greed Mammon!
Fighting against two powerful men who are equivalent to the 'Heavenly Father' with a seriously injured and dying body~IndoMTL.com~ is almost a mortal situation!
"Finally...have you come this far?"
Jingle Chunshui raised his heavy eyes, his eyes were stained with blood, and he could only sense two huge pressures. On his pale and bloodless face, he couldn't help but feel a bit of bitterness from his heart.
"Human, you are very strong."
Samael looked down at Jingle Chunshui, who was seriously injured in the ruins, and said sincerely: "Among the human beings I have ever seen, you are the first person who can push me to this point." /
"Hee hee hee... your soul belongs to me!"
Such a high-quality soul is rarely seen even in hell. Mammon is greedy and drooling.
"I hope everyone has run away..."
Jingle Chunshui forced himself to sit on the ground halfway, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes, and said lightly: "If it is still affected, then I can only say...I'm sorry."
"Sorry, Mr. Two Demon Kings."
Jingle Chunshui, who is sitting on the ruins, reflects a dark and deep light in his pupils: "I am the temporary captain of the Soul Society, so please come and play with me for the last time, this is an adult's game. ' right."
"No, stop him!"
The unease in Samuel's heart suddenly rose to the highest level.
I saw that He suddenly stepped into the sky, bursting out a strong force, like a falling star, straightened his spear and rushed towards Jingle Chunshui.