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Chapter 337 The game fighter died because of the game
The aura emanating from the gate of hell made Jingle Chunshui feel horrified.

Previously, he had been suspicious of Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni's behavior of appeasement to Harer, and now he finally understands.

Hall, it is really possible to make the gates of hell appear in the Soul Realm.

No comfort is too much for them.

Even if Haru wanted to read books in the Great Spirit Book Corridor, Jingle Shunsui felt that the Tsunayashiro family was ignorant.

Compared to the appearance of the gate of hell, Hall just wanted to read a book, he is really a kind person.

But now that he has been angered, there is no turning back.

"This is not good." Jingle Chunshui's face was stern, holding Huatian Kuanggu in both hands, the pink coat was grinning in the sky, and turned to look at Harrier: "It seems that I have to fight you, Horror Brother Er.

You have such a low spiritual pressure, and you have created such a terrifying scene, it really scares me.

The tallest wins. "

At the end, Jingle Chunshui began to attack Haier, and the tallest person at the end was almost silent. He stepped in front of Haier in an instant, and slashed at Haier's shoulder with the posture of a tall figure.

The first interpretation of Jingle Chunshui can turn children's games into reality. As long as you step into Huatian Kuanggu's spiritual pressure range, you will be forced to participate in the game, and all the rules are set by Huatian Kuanggu.

If he wins, he can survive, and if he loses, he must die, even his master, Chun Shui, is no exception.

But the game is not completely fair. Since the knife-wielder knows the rules of the game better than the enemy and has the right to change the game type at any time, the knife-wielder has an advantage in the game.

It is an unchangeable fact that Haier's spiritual pressure is low. No matter who is in front of him and covers him with a spiritual pressure posture, he will be hit.

However, the trick is the trick, any skill, Haier can use his own understanding of the world's entanglement of spiritual particles to decipher, and learn, and fight back.

In the final analysis, the basis of all skills is Lingzi!
Jingle Chunshui's spiritual pressure is higher than that of Hai'er, covering Han'er in Huatian Kuanggu's spiritual pressure, this skill 'the one with the highest wins', and Hai'er got hit.

The rule of the game is that the highest one wins: if our side stands higher than the enemy, the power of our side's slash will increase sharply, enough to kill the enemy.If the enemy's position is higher than ours, the power of the enemy's slash will increase sharply, enough to kill us.

"You can't stop my footsteps." Haier's face was flat, he kept stepping on the Lingzi, and walked forward. Facing the slashing attack from Jingle Chunshui Jusheng Sheng, he raised his hand slightly, and the blade The one who blocks the blow horizontally wins the slash.

The Zanpakutō colliding with each other made a loud noise, shaking the surrounding spirits into circles and dispersing them. The powerful slashing was as heavy as a mountain.

'Boom——'

A dark ball behind Harrier was like a black balloon, and a gap burst out, and a gust of power burst out from the gap, and the one with the highest level won the slashing strength, all of which were defeated by the Zanpakuto in Harrier's hand. Go to the dark orb to release it.

"Very powerful slashing power." Haier praised quietly, it was indeed very powerful slashing power, but it was useless.

In just one sentence, the dark sphere that released the impact of the slashing attack on the back of Haier recovered again.

Jingle Chunshui raised his eyebrows, he had no time to speak anymore, the wild bones of his hands turned into a phantom of swords and slashed towards Haier, making full use of the rules of the game that the tallest wins.

Haier kept walking, and the arm holding the Zanpakuto turned into an afterimage. While walking forward, he used the Zanpakuto to chop out countless sword lights and collided with Huatian Kuanggu.

The three thousand worlds behind him kept exploding and recovering with force pouring out.

After competing in sword skills like this for a while, Jingle Chunshui found that even if he used the rule of the highest winner to deal with Har, there was no way to catch up with the recovery of the dark ball behind Har's back after he unloaded his strength.

He froze slightly, and said almost silently: "The one whose shadow is trampled loses!"

Jingle Chunshui's Hanada Kuanggu changed the game to: The one whose shadow is trampled loses.

The rules of this game are: both the enemy and the enemy can get into the shadow of the other side and attack the other side almost from zero distance.

A moment of 'instant'.

Jingle Chunshui seemed to disappear in an instant in front of Haier, leaving only a large pink coat to block the sun.

Haier waved the knife casually, and chopped Jingle Chunshui's large pink coat into two pieces.

That looms in the shadows of shadows.

'laugh--'

The tip of the knife pierced into Haier's chest, Jingle Chunshui covered the sun with his coat, created a shadow of Haoer, entered into his shadow, and stabbed Huatian into his chest.

His figure slowly sneaked out from Har's shadow, with a smile on his lips, and the pink coat that had been cut into two sections fell downwards.

"Brother, pay attention, my Zanpakuto ability is a little difficult to guard against." Jingle Chunshui looked at Haier with a smile.

But he found that Har'er's footsteps never stopped, and he kept moving forward. The big wound on his chest didn't even flow out of blood, and the light of the spirit seed lighted up slightly, and healed automatically.

Jingle Chunshui gasped and couldn't help being shocked.

His body... is it made of Dao?

Will it heal automatically?

"The world of shadows?" Haier's expression was flat, his eyes were almost ruthless, he was caught in the endless calculation of the battle, and he began to unravel the entanglement of the microscopic spiritual particles in the world. When facing every enemy, he would fight endlessly. Learn and calculate, absorb all useful skills.

All the foundations of this world are spirits.

"It's too simple to use." Hai'er walked forward, ignoring Jingle Chunshui, and said slowly: "All the foundations of this world are spirit sons, and the shadow world built by spirit sons is unimpeded."

"It's over, Kyoraku Shunsui."

Haier walked forward with a calm face, flicked the Zanpakuto with his right hand, and said slowly: "Every piece of clothing on your body has a shadow, and every hair on your body has a shadow, and every hair on your body has a shadow. Granulocytes all have shadows like shadows, and even microscopic spirit particles have shadows. Matter and space are closely related, and there is a close relationship between spirit particles and spirit particles.

Unfortunately, you pierced my chest with a knife and contacted my spirit son. "

Jingle Chunshui's heart was completely cold, and the ubiquitous sense of crisis emanated from the bottom of his heart. He poured out his greatest spiritual pressure, and couldn't help but chant:
"Swastika - Huatian Kuanggu Black Pine·········"

His swastika has not yet been released, and Haier continued to say in a light tone as he walked forward:
"Sorry, I'm not interested in your swastika, let's be buried in the shadows."

呲味味味味味味味—————

Jingle Chunshui's body froze, with black shadow spikes protruding from the inside of the body and from every pore on the body surface, denser and frightening than a hedgehog.

Huatian Kuanggu fell from his hands, and he stared into horrified eyes, speechless being stabbed by the shadow spikes and losing the ability to move, unable to set foot on the sky and fall from the sky.

(End of this chapter)