Marvel With Zanpakuto

Let's bring our perspective back to Bipolar Hill.

Within the pitch-black sword formation formed by Jianjing, two silhouettes collided with each other, causing a billowing air to roar.

In just a few dozen breaths, the two sides had already fought hundreds of times.

The speeding battle that ordinary people can't see, the air currents that burst out between the flickering of swords, lights, swords and shadows, ploughed the surrounding ground out of the ravines, like a sister's shells suddenly exploded one after another.

The sound waves were mixed with hurricane air waves, spreading like turbulent waves.

In an instant, the earth, stone and sand within a radius of several dozen meters were lifted up, and even the dead woods several hundred meters away were uprooted by the violent wind, and the dusty dust swept across the sky.

In the fierce confrontation, Kuchiki Byakuya was shot seven or eight times.

On the other hand, Frank didn't feel very well. He was slashed more than a dozen times on his body. Although it was not fatal, it greatly consumed his physical strength.

"Drink ah ah ah!!!"

Frank's face was flushed red, and the muscles around his body were agitating and jumping like a dragon, holding the big sword in both arms and striking hard.

The huge pitch-black sword edge swept across the sky, bursting out with a roar like a dull thunder, bursting out with terrifying destructive power, and the surging air waves swept across the army like a mighty thunder.

"Good come!"

But seeing Kuchiki Byakuya's face without the slightest fear, he stepped forward and stepped into the range shrouded by the sword's edge.

The seemingly fragile Zanpakutō hummed like a wandering dragon that devoured people, swept past at an extremely tricky and strange angle, and hit the force point of the dark sword directly, knocking the The power originally concentrated on the sword's edge was directly cut off.

This sword not only subtly disintegrated the offensive, but even accompanied some kind of shock.

A pallor flashed across Frank's flushed face, and the shocking force was transmitted along the blade, causing his wrists and tiger's mouth to crack open countless bloody mouths, and the dark knight's sword almost came out of his hand.

But before he could readjust his posture, a sharp sword light appeared in his eyes.

puff...

The icy blade pierced through his throat, spilling a handful of blood on the ground.

"Late Justice!"

Before Frank lost consciousness, he activated his ability to rewind the time to six seconds before.

The two returned to the position six seconds ago,

Just as he was panting with lingering fears, Kuchiki Byakuya walked over in a blink of an eye, his black hair fluttered with the gust of wind, and that icy gaze was deeply reflected in his heart.

Qianben Sakura's blade fell, and the air flow came violently.

In a hurry, Frank had to raise his sword again to fight, and the Reiatsu was wrapped around the dark sword to meet the slender blade.

when!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly echoed in my ears.

But the difference in strength between them was so great that Frank could only retreat while vomiting blood, and used the bone armor to shoot with a gun.

bang bang bang bang...  

A continuous roar sounded, and jet-black bullets swept across the sky.

Kuchiki Byakuya didn't panic at all, his figure suddenly accelerated, and he pulled out an afterimage in an instant.

"Fake! What a fast Shunpo!"

Seeing this, Frank continued to retreat, shooting Kuchiki Byakuya in succession, but he was scolding Shunpo's technique in his heart.

"do you know?"

Kuchiki Byakuya suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes were icy cold, he raised the blade in his hand, and said lightly, "It's still very difficult to hit a moving object with something like a pistol."

puff!

The sharp sword edge fell, accompanied by the sound of flesh and bones shattering.

Frank only felt a pain in his chest, and then an indescribable force exploded on his body. At the moment when his mind went blank, he flew out backwards, and his muscles and bones shattered in mid-air, spraying the sky with blood. fog.

"Late...justice!!!"

The ability is activated again, and the characters in the environment are changed.

Six seconds before the clock reset, Frank knelt on one knee and gasped violently, sweat dripping from his forehead on his chin.

"For the fifth time..."

Kuchiki Byakuya came with Qianben Sakura and said lightly, "But with your spiritual pressure, how many times can you hold on?"

twice......

There was a bit of bitterness on Frank's face, and he answered this question silently in his heart.

With the Reiatsu he has left now, he can only use 'Late Justice' twice, ten times is the best estimate at his peak, but in a real fierce battle, the consumption is simply not enough to provide him with ten times backwards. Second-rate.

"You...you're a monster!"

Frank looked at the man whose expression was still calm, and couldn't help but arouse a touch of astonishment in his heart: "You clearly bear the sins of nine people, but you can still look like nothing has happened. Is your heart made of stone?"

"It's just the sins of a dozen people..."

A trace of indifference flashed through Kuchiki Byakuya's eyes, and he said coldly, "If you want to crush me with sin, you need at least a few thousand people."

Thousands of people...

Frank was startled, and immediately felt helpless.

He is not a professional policeman, or a perverted murderer, where can more than a few thousand sins come from?

"If there is no other way, prepare to die."

Kuchiki Byakuya walked towards him with Qianben Sakura in his hand, and the pink spiritual pressure gradually rose, turning into a raging flame to ignite this sword formation area.

Aware of Kuchiki Byakuya's naked killing intent, Frank couldn't help but sighed, stood up staggeringly, with a miserable smile, and said, "I originally wanted to accumulate more sins, but now it seems that I don't have this chance. already."

"You...what else are you hiding?"

Kuchiki Byakuya stopped, a look of unease appeared in his eyes.

"It can't be said to be hidden..."

Frank wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and smiled miserably: "Actually, the transfer of sins is only the first step, and the second step is for me to judge the sins you bear."

"Judgment... sin?"

Kuchiki Byakuya was slightly startled, not understanding the meaning.

"Yes, sins must be judged in order for justice to continue."

Frank stood with his sword in hand, his spine straight, like an officer in the ancient court who executed the king's execution, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "In the name of Frank Custer, here is a sentence of sin - death penalty!"

The voice was settled, and the sudden change occurred.

I saw several original sin souls drilled out of the flesh and blood from the bullet hole that hit Kuchiki Byakuya.

The faces of those souls were terrifyingly twisted, and their long mouths let out a shrill scream. They broke free from Kuchiki Byakuya's body, and after taking out a large piece of flesh and blood, they turned into a sharp cross sword and fell.

puff puff puff...  

The cross sword penetrated directly through the body, and bright red blood spurted out.

Kuchiki Byakuya did not expect this move at all, and he was hit hard by these penetrating swords in an instant, and his body was dripping with blood like a blood man.

Turn the transferred sin into the sword of judgment and fall.

And these sharp swords will follow the original bullet holes, so they can't dodge or block at all, and they can't even pull them out, because Kuchiki Byakuya found that his palm could not touch those blades at all. .

"Give it up, they can't be pulled out."

Frank watched all of this and said slowly: "These sharp swords, which symbolize original sin, will not fall out of your body, and will not be touched in any form."

"There is another way..."

Hearing this, Kuchiki Byakuya, who had ten sharp swords in his body, stood up slowly from the ground after a moment of silence, holding the Zanpakutō in both hands: "As long as you are completely defeated, these blades will disappear automatically, right?"

"That's right."

Frank's eyes moved slightly, guessing what the other party was thinking, and grinned: "So the next blow, let's decide the outcome."

"Final Scene: White Emperor Sword!"

Kuchiki Byakuya exudes a violent Reiatsu all over his body, and his flawless white wings slowly unfold from behind.

The countless sakura-colored blades surrounding the sword formation converged like a sea of ​​rivers, and finally formed an extremely dazzling pure white blade in the hands of Kuchiki Byakuya, exuding endless majesty and icy coldness!

"Heh...that's a gorgeous move."

There was a bit of bitterness on Frank's face, and he sighed: "I'm sorry, I have only mastered the swastika for a day, and I don't have such a gorgeous move at all, so the last blow... can only be used in this rude way. ."

Inhale...

He opened his mouth and took a sharp breath, as if to swallow the oxygen of the whole world into his lungs, and the surrounding air flowed into it like a whale, and a terrifying screech sounded, as if filling this exhausted body with blood. Hot new energy.

The extremely powerful jet-black spiritual pressure erupted like a volcano, and was suppressed layer by layer on the blade.

There are no skills or tricks to speak of. It is extremely simple compression, compression and compression. After countless times of grinding and compression, it turns its spiritual pressure into a substance similar to explosives, and then releases it at the moment of contact.

This is his Frank's move.

Simple and rude, I firmly believe that a miracle can be achieved with one force, and all methods can be broken with one force!

The two were only tens of meters apart, staring at each other's faces.

After being silent for a few tens of seconds, the offensive was launched invariably, and the figure disappeared in place in an instant.

next moment.

Two rays of light, one black and one white, swept across the void, colliding like comets across the sky.

At the moment when the swords intersected, there seemed to be an incomparably grand sound, and then an unparalleled dazzling light erupted. With the terrifying pressure, a huge cloud rose in the roar of the explosion.

......

"Looks like it's over."

Jingle Chunshui pressed the round hat above his head, looked at the old man beside him, and asked, "I just don't know, who won this battle."

"Ha ha....."

Lorde's eyes were calm, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his lips, and said, "This question has no meaning, and the winner will only be him."