Grim Reaper: Studying Medicine Can't Save the World of Souls

Draw the knife...

Qian Shoucheng's movement of drawing the sword was not fast, not the posture of drawing the sword and cutting at all, but the whole process was slow enough for onlookers to see every detail clearly.

Holding the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other, he slowly pulled out the blade with a seemingly ordinary movement!
However, in the eyes of Mantis Daxu, it seemed that some kind of blood-red liquid was frantically gushing out of the scabbard as the blade was released from the scabbard.

That... seems so illusory, so illusory that in the blink of an eye, Mantis seems to be facing the ordinary sword drawn...

It seemed real, so real that Mantis Daxu could vaguely smell a breath of despair...

Mantis Daxu's eyes were wide open, and the four sharp forelimbs murmured faintly as if trembling. "What? This feeling of despair?!"

And the next moment, Mantis Daxu saw that the eyes of Qian Shoucheng in front of him changed...

The originally seemingly calm and playful eyes completely turned into a feeling of dead silence, a dead silence like a sea of ​​blood without the slightest wave!

……

At the same time, in the garden of Unohana, the fourth team of Jinglingting.

Uzhi Hualie sat in the living room, facing "Sen Yushu", with his eyes slightly lowered, he slowly pulled out his Zanpakutao in his hand, and wiped it carefully...

Finally, as if some invisible pressure had broken through the critical point of Mantis Daxu's will, under the blood-red eyes, Mantis Daxu did not turn around and run away, but roared hysterically and rushed towards Qian Shoucheng.

Perhaps, Uzhi Huaretsu had the idea of ​​teaching Senju Makoto the way of swordsmanship at the beginning, and in front of the most cherished person, Uzhi Huaretsu gradually couldn't restrain a certain instinct.

Mantis Daxu was laughing wildly in despair, and the spiritual pressure that erupted faintly increased again, almost reaching the critical point of touching Daxu of the higher Vastord level.

"Makoto probably hasn't even realized it yet? My body may have gotten used to this interval of releasing instinct. If I draw my sword at this time..."

Having said that, Unozhihuaretsu paused while stroking the Zanpakuto, and said with a little more expectation in his tone.

"In the fights again and again, although you still don't fully grasp the sword skills, your most important instinct has completely learned how to perform perfect fights with maximum efficiency!"

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And as the number of fights continued to increase, Unohanaretsu could feel more and more clearly that Senju Makoto's instinct became more and more terrifying, and finally almost reached the point where he was truly evenly matched with Unohananaru who had not liberated Zanpakuto.

And Uzhihualiu then raised his eyes to look at "Mori and Yushu", showing a bit of sigh and reminiscence...

"Are you kidding me?! Fighting against despair is the true meaning of fighting!"

As Qian Shoucheng subconsciously chose to draw the sword under some kind of impulse, the whole person seemed to have entered a state of hyperactivity and bloodthirsty yet unusually calm.

……

Those four sharp forelimbs burst out with a certain kind of bright light under the huge amount of spiritual pressure, and they slashed towards Qianshoucheng from different angles with the momentum of tearing everything apart.

Therefore, in the fourth team, not only Senshou Makoto takes regular sick leave almost every month, but Uozhihuali lives in seclusion and rarely pays attention to the team affairs of the fourth team. It may be that he is bleeding for almost half of the time every month. s reason.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

The chest was pierced again and again, and the warm liquid sprayed out, always covering the entire chest!
If it wasn't for that state where Makoto Senju was in a state of irrational instinct, Unohana could not help but wonder if Makoto Senju deliberately aimed at the same position every time.

However, as time went by, Uzhi Huaretsu gradually became obsessed with fighting with Makoto Senshou.

The reason for holding the knife?
The purpose of holding the knife?
That is naturally to kill the thing in front of you, and enjoy the fight to the fullest!

However, after Makoto Senju fought to a certain extent and lost most of his rationality, the body controlled by instinct hurt Uo no Hanaretsu again and again.

"Counting it all together, now this time is almost the time when Cheng used to fight every month."

For more than fifty years...

When Makoto Senshou maintained his sanity, Makoto Senshou was undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage...

It's obviously just a matter of instinct, so why do you have to think about it?
For example, no human being has ever deliberately thought about the necessity and rationality of the next breath of the body!
But at this moment, Mantis Daxu, who was standing in front of Qian Shoucheng, seemed to feel some kind of bloody despair that almost completely surrounded him, entangled him and dragged him to hell.

That gentle movement seemed to be wiping the skin of his beloved, until the entire blade of the Zanpakutō was not stained with a speck of dust, and then Uanohana Retsu put the Zanpakutō back into its sheath.

"What have you been enduring all this time? Are you unwilling to really hurt the teacher? But your instinct has already inadvertently stabbed the teacher countless times..."

The corner of Uozhihualie's mouth was slightly bent, and one hand was inadvertently pressed on his chest, and the bloody but pleasant scenes were recalled in his mind.

"Really, I didn't realize this at the beginning. I regarded you as a god of death who purely loves Taoism and medical skills. You are obviously the scariest beast in Jinglingting..."

"When will you be able to fully reveal your instincts and mercilessly fight against the teacher? That will be the highest pleasure unimaginable, right?!"

It's not that rationality is completely lost, it's just that the moment Senju Makoto draws his sword, he somehow feels that there is no need to think...

"Cheng, you always say that your swordsmanship is mediocre, and even the swordsmanship taught by Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy is inferior to your peers, but the instinct you hide is terrifying..."

Under the dark night, those four sickle-shaped giant sharp forelimbs almost swallowed Makoto Senshou in an instant, and set off four terrifying waves of air to vent in all directions...

"boom!!!"

At the same time, behind Qian Shoucheng, the sand sea in four different directions was split into four giant ravines at the same time, and a huge amount of white sand rose into the sky like a waterfall against the current.

And among the countless sky-high sands, the movements between Tanglang Daxu and Qianshoucheng seem to have been completely frozen...

In the next moment, when the huge amount of white sand rushing against the current reached the highest point and fell again like a torrential rain, the four sharp forelimbs of Mantis Daxu slowly slid from the roots and fell onto the desert.