Reaper's Ultimate Enhancement

Chapter 113 He gave a big sword to make people kill each other
The form of Epidemic Poetry after the initial solution is undoubtedly closer to a claw than a knife.

In Kong Mo's cognition, claw skills are generally a kind of crazy and bloody fighting method. Among them, the best ones are Yashenyu Furuwu of Yashen Temple, Mei Chaofeng's Jiuyin White Bone Claw, Zhou Xingchi's Immortal Grape Picking .

Cough, it seems that something strange has been mixed in. Closer to home, the fighting method of claws is undoubtedly closer to crooked ways than the more common fists, palms and legs.

But the Poetry of Epidemic in front of him showed Kong Que another form of claw skills.

I saw that his figure was erratic, one moment he was still retreating the next second, but he had already appeared behind Kong Mole and struck with his claws.

Coupled with the blood-stained face and the dress of the Poetry of the Epidemic, she has an indescribable evil and coquettishness at this time, but she can't feel a trace of madness when facing her. One is dancing on this scarlet grassland.

The dark red blade on both hands exudes a faint light, leaving strips of light in the air with the actions of Epidemic Poetry, every move of Epidemic Poetry is elegant and gorgeous, just like the gradually attacking Come death in general.

Originally, because of the power of the Poetry of Epidemic, Kong Mo was still confident that the opponent would only dare to attack him from a distance, so he rushed to the opponent desperately, but just when he thought the victory was decided, he found that he had always underestimated the Poetry of Epidemic Terrible ability.

After being pierced through the arm, not only was his strength not strengthened, but the bones in it swelled rapidly, breaking through the limitations of the muscles and skin in an instant, and the tip struck at his head like a stabbing sword.

Or the muscles become rock hard and completely immobilize him.

Or countless hyperplastic tissues suddenly appear in a certain part.

Or the sudden heightened pain sensation made him feel as if he was suffering from a lingering pain even if he was standing.

It didn't even know how to work, and the wound rotted away in just a few seconds.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that his understanding and use of the Poetry of Pandemic ability was still too low-level, no matter how many strengthening methods he researched, he was still at the same stage.

"You don't need to deliberately learn my skills, only what you understand is the most suitable for you." Seeing Kong Mo's dazed look, Yan Zhishi knew what he was thinking, and suddenly reminded him.

"Even if you learn it deliberately, it's not something you can master in a short period of time." Kong Mo spit out a ball of blood in his mouth, and then picked up a scalpel-style Zanpakutō in his hand and pointed it at his wound cut off.

But it was Hanataro Yamada's gourd pill, which possessed the power to instantly absorb wounds.

It is also because of Zanpakudao Kongmo, which is almost his natural nemesis, that he has reached the present, and when the wound scratched by the poem of epidemic disease itself is eliminated by the gourd pill, all kinds of physical visions caused by that power It will also end instantly.

"Heh, it really smells like a plague like your name now, no, this is directly at the point of biochemical crisis." He threw the gourd ball into his mouth and bit it, after all, although this knife is incomparable at this time It is important but not suitable for fighting, and then Kongjia flew again to avoid the attack of the poem of plague.

"The most terrifying thing about the so-called plague is naturally the desperate speed of infection. Isn't that exactly what you are doing in the soul world?" Epidemic poetry chuckled, but the hands gathered again. A dark red light cluster turned into a pillar of energy and attacked the empty mole.

"What I did...? Do you mean strengthening those people? Allowing people who should not have the power of Swastika to get Swastika?" Barely dodging the blow, Kong Ke was also a little confused about the other party's topic.

"Because of the intervention of external forces, people who should not die die, and because of the intervention of external forces, people who should not receive power gain power. Isn't it all a means of treating human beings as playthings?"

Listening to the words of Epidemic Poetry, Kong Mo thought of something thoughtfully, but at this moment he had already touched the blade he had been looking for, and pulled it out without thinking about the answer.

"Roar, Sheweiwan!" I saw a viper-like blade stretched fiercely, attacking Epidemic Poetry at a tricky angle like a poisonous snake.

"The power possessed by the knife is different from the power you can control." Epidemic Shishi moved her fingers slightly, and the menacing viper knife was flicked away.

"The baboon teeth bite!" The moment the blade was bounced off, every section of the blade was broken, and then under the guidance of Kong Mole, he slashed at Epidemic Poetry from countless different angles.

"Look, this is definitely not the way the original owner would use it." Epidemic Poetry said with a relaxed tone, just propping up a shield of spiritual power around him and covering all these blades under his crotch.

"Ah, I roughly understand what you want to say." Of course, Kong Ke understood that the poetry of epidemics had been guiding him all the time, so that he had a deeper understanding of the power of Zanpakuto.

Throwing away the Shewei Wan that had no blade in his hand, Kong Mo pulled out several blades from his side without even looking.

"Six claw flow!"

I saw that Kong Mo held three knives in each hand, and clamped each knife between his fingers with the strength of his fingers. From a distance, it looked like two huge and brutal giant claws.

"CRAZY STREAM!"

When Epidemic Poetry blocked Sheweiwan, the moment the line of sight was blocked, a slash like a storm had arrived. It was an indomitable attack that completely gave up on the defensive. Poetry wraps up.

In the hurricane, the dark red spiritual shield was like a swaying boat, which might be swallowed by the storm at any time, but no matter how fierce the storm was, the boat never wavered.

"No! It's still not enough!" Kong Mo's hands continued to attack, his spiritual power was equal to the opponent's, his sword skills were equal to the opponent's, but in terms of understanding the power of the Zanpakuto, he was not a master of epidemics at all. The opponent of poetry, and there is only one way he can think of.

"I need more knives! I can't compete with you in terms of quality, so use quantity to solve it!"

More knives, two if one is not enough, three if two are not enough
I don't know when it started, a trace of dark red light has been emanating from Kong Mo's body, covering the Zanpakuto inserted on the ground all around.

The movements of Kong Mo's hands began to slow down, sweat and blood had blurred his eyes, but the thin spiritual shield in front of him was still firm.

"Absolutely. You can't lose!" Recalling the deep sense of powerlessness before, a sliver of strength suddenly surged out of Kong Ke's almost exhausted body, and he opened his mouth and roared fiercely.

And the blades all over the ground were also in an instant, as if in response to his call, all of them were automatically unsheathed from the ground and suspended in mid-air, and the blades wrapped in countless dark red rays of light stayed quietly beside him like this next to the air.

Almost subconsciously, Kong Ke stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the next second, the Zanpakuto overwhelming the sky and the sun had already overwhelmed the figure of Epidemic Poetry.
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Well, the concept of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse actually existed at the beginning, but I didn’t think too much about it at the time, I just applied it, but I realized that the meaning was a bit far behind when I wrote it. Think about whether to simply eat up the last few chapters and change the name.
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