Marvel With Zanpakuto

After a moment, the two figures pulled away.

One side stands in the air, the other has its feet on the ground.

The man half-closed his eyes, his eyes as silent as water, and slowly exhaled a hot white breath.

A series of red lines that resembled circuits gradually faded on the fair skin of the arm. The clenched fist bones were first loosened, and then clenched again, and there was a slight tremor that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Just now, he did not use the static blood armor to defend, but directly used the blood dynamic armor.

Similar to the static blood suit, the dynamic blood suit also injects spirit seeds directly into the blood vessels, thereby stimulating the maximum destructive power of the body. With his current strength, he can easily destroy a mountain with this move.

But even so, he was still at a disadvantage just now.

Through the fight, he could clearly sense that the opponent's punch did not contain any other power, but was simply a waste of physical brute force.

"interesting......"

The man moved his wrist, his eyes were somewhat unclear, and he looked at the original body carefully and said: "You are obviously a human being, but you have no soul, so are you a human or a zombie now?"

"Roar......"

Hearing this, the original body raised its ferocious face, but could only let out a meaningless roar.

In the depths of those dark eyes, in addition to the burning fighting spirit, there was also a hint of begging.

The man was slightly startled, thinking he had seen it wrong.

But then, he suddenly realized that he was not mistaken. What was revealed in his eyes was the look of begging.

In the primarch's brutal roar like a beast, you can even feel a hint of pain and regret.

In a daze, the man seemed to be hallucinating.

Amidst the painful screams, there was a tired and vicissitudes of voice, which seemed to be saying to him, "Help me."

Who to save?

The man suddenly woke up from the hallucination, met the painful eyes of the original body, and seemed to understand vaguely.

The powerful warrior who looked like a rotting corpse in front of him was forcibly awakened after death, driving the warrior's body to re-enter the battlefield that it should not have entered. The emotions brewed in pain are passing through the 'corpse' Talk to him.

Begging for relief, begging for salvation, begging for rest.

After the death of the unknown warrior, he did not want his corpse to be fooled, so he begged him.

"I see."

The man suppressed the contempt in his eyes, exhaled heavily, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will set you free."

In mid-air, a mighty air current rolled in, setting off a raging tsunami and hitting the shore. The roaring wind roared like thunder. The man standing proudly in the sky stepped forward, and his whole body bloomed with a blazing white-gold light.

Six sacred and pure wings spread out, and the man's pupils were blazing hot, flowing with red gold like lava.

"Roar--!"

The original body seemed to feel his determination, and the whole body was filled with rushing black energy.

One black, one white.

The ink color soaks the snow-white earth, and the blazing white color retreats into the night sky.

When the momentum accumulated around the two people reached its peak like an erupting volcano, the thick spiritual power tore and collided with another force, and the billowing wind was emptied like a roaring wave, and the atmosphere became thicker and sluggish to the point of almost Near collapse.

At this moment, a wisp of milky white moonlight cut through the clouds like a sharp sword.

When the milky white moonlight fell and the rippling light illuminated each other's faces, they saw two real eyes intersecting, as if there were blazing white thunder and lightning colliding, and bursts of thunder suddenly burst out in the void.

That moonlight seemed to be some kind of signal, kicking off the fierce battle.

I saw both of them acting in unison, like athletes who heard the starting gun, their full momentum poured out in an instant, and with an almost most arrogant attitude, they pulled out a huge air wave and wind dragon, and rushed directly towards the opponent.

"Roar--!"

I saw the original body roaring angrily, and the rolling sound waves and air waves shattered the sky.

The golden sword burning with flames tore through the sky, and an uncontrollable murderous intent accompanied the blade. The original body raised his arms and raised the sword to the top of his head, slashing forward with all his strength.

Wherever the sword pressed, darkness and cold murderous intent filled the air.

I saw a large swath of air being split into two pieces by the ferocious golden sword amid sharp wails. Everywhere I looked, the void was crumbling under the sword, and cracks and fragments continued to emit. A brocade-like sound.

The original body slashed through the void with one sword, and trembling murderous intent swept over him.

But the man didn't know why, but he was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed a little confused, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold it in the void.

Buzz!

The azure spirit son condensed into a long knife.

The moment the man held the long knife, that familiar feeling came to his heart, as if he could not forget it despite repeated efforts. The memory engraved in his bones made him bend down and draw the knife completely under the instinctive trend.

What he is good at should be knives.

In this case, let his instinct tell him how to swing this sword.

Draw your sword and chop!

"Kendo·Eight Thousand Ryu·Yellow Spring!"

Following the man's calm voice, the long blue knife was pulled out from his abdomen, making a clear and high-pitched sound after rubbing with the air.

Clang——!

The sound of the sword sounded like a dragon's roar, driving away the dark curtain ahead.

But I saw a flash of azure brilliance compressed to the extreme, like the dividing line between day and night, in the most extreme form of domination and cruelty, with unparalleled sharpness and violence, colliding with the golden giant that was burning with flames. sword.

This sword, like a dragon breaking through the abyss, suddenly amplified at the moment of contact, blooming with unparalleled brilliance.

Rumble——! ! !

The brilliance that bloomed in an instant seemed to turn night into day.

The huge ruins of the Hydra base shook and collapsed amid rumbling vibrations. A huge gap was torn open in the center of the collision. The billowing waves of smoke and dust shook like an earth dragon turning over, and countless pieces of steel and rubble rose into the sky.

The light of the sword is like a sea, destroying cities and soil, submerging everything.

But a violent roar suddenly interrupted the violent sound. I saw that majestic figure roaring wildly, smashing into the sea of ​​sword light. In the slightly shocked eyes of the man, he actually grabbed the long sword with his bare hands. .

Creak...Bang!

The five thick fingers suddenly exerted force, and the long knife condensed by Lingzi screamed, and was finally crushed by him.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said secretly in his heart: "The power of this monster is so terrifying!"

Even a weapon made of condensed souls is much harder than tungsten steel, but this guy in front of him actually crushed a long knife as hard as tungsten steel with his bare hands. This requires terrible strength. Can it be done?

It's too late, but it's soon.

At the moment when the man was dazed, the original body wore power armor and stepped forward. A violent and ferocious aura rushed towards his face, like a beast that chooses people to eat. The muscles and bones in his body vibrated, and a thunderous explosion erupted. He stepped forward and clenched his fists. boom.

Empty the waves with one punch, creating a near-vacuum within a radius of 100 meters.

Even a trace of overflowing fist wind can crush steel into mud.

This is a sign of power reaching its extreme, and it is also the most complete interpretation of violence. Even the void cannot bear it. Such a powerful and terrifying force can only collapse amidst the screams, presenting a broken scene like a broken mirror.