Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 975: I swear that there will be no bloodshed! (3)
Kendo·Huangquan!
Of course, this Yellow Spring is not the other Yellow Spring.
I used to wield a knife to kill; now I wield a knife to protect life.
When the blood-colored blade was raised, Mao Zhihua stepped on the sole of the foot hard, and the whole person was like a glimpse of the aurora. On the ruins intertwined with the black mist and the sea of blood, a barely visible blood-colored line of fate was pulled out. Shimmer.
Boundless sword qi, like mountains collapsing together, slammed into the galaxy.
This sword embodies all her beliefs.
There are no extra moves, just the simplest, simplest, and most basic drawing of the sword, and there is no subtlety at all.
But with such a simple action, under the blessing of his lifelong belief in killing and grinding, Reiatsu, soul, killing intent, and sword skills were perfectly integrated, and an unprecedented, extremely brilliant sword erupted.
That extremely strong killing intent, like a deafening roar, echoed in the sky above the ruins.
"Kill!!!"
Ferocious!
Domineering!
Cool!
Like a moth to a fire, I will burn everything down and swear to achieve my goal!
In a trance, the man of darkness took a half step back, intuition that the sky was torn apart.
But soon, a touch of shame appeared on his face. The incarnation of the dignified three-pillar **** was actually scared half a step back by humans. What kind of shame is this?
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"
As the sea of blood boils, the person who bears the brunt of the darkness speaks indifferently.
I saw dozens of black tentacles covered with weird patterns and sticky liquid, suddenly drilled out from his trouser legs and cuffs, tore the human skin off, revealing a crazy and indescribable shape.
The appearance of that form is distorted and crazy, completely beyond the scope of biological cognition!
"Dark Magic Soul Corruption!"
The person of darkness who completely turned into a monster, released a black mist that was even larger than before, and the viscous flow gathered and formed, like a wave and tsunami, hitting the sea-like sword light.
Qiang——!
It was less than one thousandth of the moment, and the sword light rolled up in a sea of blood and crashed.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when the two meet and collide, there is no sound of collision, only faint ripples spread out, in concentric circles from near to far.
But the next second, the violent mutation was caught off guard.
Almost in an instant, the invisible ripples spread to the entire area of the god's head.
Anything that comes in contact with the ripples is crushed to the extreme, be it hard metal or decaying buildings.
Boom! ! !
A moment later, the huge sound wave could not stop echoing on the ruins.
Under the slaughter of the blood-colored sword light, the destructive force of the vertical and horizontal smashes the ruins layer by layer, like an unstoppable heavy-duty road roller, breaking down anything that dares to block in front of it, breaking down and dissipating into the basic spirit.
But the long, sticky black mist showed amazing tenacity.
It is like a group of living creatures, even the extremely powerful blood-colored sword light can gnaw, pushing the sword light forward little by little.
"You...can't beat me."
In the thick, viscous black fog, an extremely indifferent voice came out.
Immediately afterwards, in the black mist, hundreds of sticky tentacles suddenly emerged, and if thousands of vertical lights penetrated the sword sea, they were defeated.
Boom!
In the collapsed sea of blood-colored swords, the figure of a woman was revealed.
"I know I can't beat you."
Uozhihua took a light step, like a flying butterfly, dodging the tentacles gracefully: "From the beginning, I didn't intend to win you."
The blood-colored sword blade swam away, pulling out blood-colored silk threads, accompanied by the graceful figure of the woman, like a deadly dance, stepping on the border of life and death, dancing in the black mist and tentacles.
Tentacles were cut off one by one, and then more tentacles grew again.
Gradually, the tentacles became more and more, as if the boundless ocean trapped the flying **** butterfly in the center.
"I know... I'm weak."
"I know, I can't help him."
"I know I can't beat you."
"But... so what?"
The black death tyrant attire hung like a thread, and long black hair drifted down. Uzhihua Yaqianliu was like electricity, ignoring the tentacles that rolled wildly, and rushed straight to the central area of the black mist.
"Stupid..."
In the dark mist, he spit out a sarcastic smile.
As He said, rushing into the black mist from the front is a foolish choice.
With the corrosion rate of this black fog, even Edman alloy can be swallowed, not to mention a mere flesh and blood body, I am afraid that the flower of Mao will be turned into a pile of bones before it can rush to him. .
Stupid?
Maybe it is.
But that's her, now, the only way to stall for time.
Hey—!
The moment I broke into the thick black fog, it was like falling into a pool of concentrated acid.
In less than a second, the eight thousand flowers of the 卯花八千里 were corroded completely, the skin festered and melted, leaving only the bright red flesh and blood, and the whole person became unrecognizable, as terrifying as a ghost.
Soon, after the flesh was corroded, Bai Sensen's bones were exposed.
Almost 80 percent of her body has been turned into a skeleton with white bones. It's hard to imagine that just a few seconds ago, she was still a beautiful beauty.
But even so, she didn't stop moving.
Like a moth that knows it will be shattered, but still pounces on the flames.
"Court to die..."
The dark man sneered, standing in the center of the black fog, looking at the figure with contempt.
"Everything!!!"
Sen Leng's hoarse voice, like a thunderstorm, spit out from the skeleton's mouth.
The blood-colored ocean that had long since disappeared spewed out again, covering the body of the white skeleton, like the last layer of defense.
"Do you want to use the restoration of the sea of blood to support the corrosion of the black mist?"
The dark man sneered and said, "But can you really hold on to the moment you come to me?"
This idea is too naive.
Let's not mention the recovery speed of the blood sea, can it catch up with the corrosion speed of the black mist, just the pain of being corroded and restored is not something normal people can bear.
And as the distance gets closer, the speed of black mist corrosion is not an order of magnitude.
"Alright, I'll just stand here and won't move half a step."
The man of darkness has his pride, and his eyes are cold: "I want to see if ~IndoMTL.com~ mortal swords can touch me."
But in the next second, He was slapped in the face.
I saw the speed of the Eight Thousand Streams of Uzhihua suddenly increased, forcibly ignoring the corrosion of the black mist, and rushed in front of him.
Looking up, what caught in the eye sockets was the flower of the flower that had already turned into a white bone.
His figure is like a blood-colored rainbow, like cutting through thorns and thorns.
Suddenly, a cold light bloomed, and the blood was terrifying.
It was weak at first, but it was like a waterfall.
With extreme ferocity and terror, everything was submerged.
"Now..."
"My sword can reach you!"