infinite death song

Boom!

On the dusty battlefield, Commander Yamamoto walked slowly, making a soul-stirring sound, and walked steadily, as if walking on the tense nerves of the enemy, approaching Qingli without haste.

Qingli's face was covered with sweat, not cold sweat, but real hot sweat that flowed down due to the sharp rise in the surrounding temperature.

This kind of high temperature should not be used as a joke, it must not be a joke.

Sweat flowed through the skin and gathered on the chin, and the moment it dripped down, it was turned into nothingness by the appalling high temperature, and nothing existed.

"The legendary Sword of Flame concentrates all the flames on the blade, causing it to symbolize the end when it is swung. It is indeed a legendary power. However, if it is just like this, it seems that it is still a bit difficult to defeat me. Your Excellency Captain."

The blue-purple spiritual pressure released by Qingli shrouded her body, and she began to resist the high-temperature attack released by Captain Yamamoto after the swastika, and smiled in a slightly relaxed tone. Will admit that he will lose.

"You're wrong, Aizen, the Sword of Flame is a move from thousands of years ago."

Captain Yamamoto stopped in his footsteps, his eyes released scorching white flames, and his pupils could no longer be seen.

The ferocious aura of a demon god seems to come from the Balrog in hell.

"is it?"

She murmured softly, and her heart tightened even more. It wasn't fear or nervousness, but because of force majeure, her body instinctively prepared for defense.

When Captain Yamamoto said this, he had clearly told her that during the past thousand years, his ability to detoxify could no longer be viewed from the perspective of a thousand years ago.

"Remnant Fire Sword, East, Rising Sun Blade!"

An unremarkable knife swung up, and then chopped off.

When it is waved, it is also the moment of death.The veracity of this rumor has now been confirmed with the most sincerity.

Disappeared.

Yes, the blue-purple spiritual pressure that existed on the surface of Qingli's body disappeared under this knife.

It does not evaporate at high temperature, nor does it seem to burn with flames.It was a more mysterious force that erased the spiritual pressure coat on Qingli's body.

When the Remnant Fire Taidao slashed down, everything it passed was covered with ashes.

Qingli watched in astonishment as her body was cut into two, and even the power combined with Bengyu released by Bengyu, under this ordinary knife, there was no room for resistance, and it was directly wiped out from the world.

And she herself saw 'death'.

Darkness swept in.

Then, in the dark turbid flow of death, a mysterious blue-purple light lit up. This light became brighter and brighter, and the brilliance spread out, surrounding Qingli's body.

In the blue-purple mysterious beam of light, a pure white palm protruded from it, followed by feet, body, and face.

From that dark hell, Qingli was resurrected with a perfect posture as before, smiling and looking at the equally cruel Captain Yamamoto in front of him.

The other party was not surprised, because Urahara had told him a fact in advance, if Qingli really merged with Bengyu, maybe he would become an unkillable 'monster'.

And what happened in front of him also verified what Urahara said.

Qing Li and Beng Yu merged to an extremely high level.

"Your Excellency, Captain, you are really amazing. Do you know that Beng Yu just now had a trace of fear in your attack that surprised even me. This reaction, apart from the captain and the truth, you are the third person who caused Beng Yu to have this reaction." Such an emotionally strong person. It’s been a long time since I felt this feeling, and I haven’t let go of all restraints and fought with all my strength for such a long time.”

Chapter 120 The Battle of Karakura Town ([-])

A world of black and white.

The sound of sword blades clashing echoes here. In the dead, pale and empty world, only the sound of sword blades exists. It is like a lonely tomb that has been neglected for thousands of years. Above it is always a vast and deep boundless space. The black and white spirit seed petals add a bit of bleak and serious artistic conception.

Where will the next blow come from?left?To the right...or above?Every time there are more wounds on Saraki's body, his speed, strength, and responsiveness will increase accordingly.

Compared with the immortal 'White Sword', the 'Black Sword' with heavier injuries and unlimited enhancement of basic abilities is more suitable for the taste of a beast like him who likes to fight.

However, even he who seeks to fight intuitively is now thinking about which direction Qian Tongzi's blade will attack from next second.

There is no trace, nothingness and chaos. It is a swordsmanship that cannot be described in words. It is neither like a step-by-step traditional swordsmanship, nor is it like the type of swordsmanship that can be controlled at will, or it is between instinct and rationality. A subtle middle point between.

Therefore, the sword style that sometimes looks abrupt will become very natural in Saraki's eyes, even though the power displayed is very nonsense.

Is this the real swordsmanship?Such doubts arose in Saraki's heart, because he was the one who was at a disadvantage. From the beginning to the present, the wounds on his body continued to accumulate and superimpose, but his blade did not touch Qian Tongzi's body.

The sword light that seemed to come across from Qian Tongzi's side turned out to be pierced by a thin paper-like gap without even damaging his clothes. Seeing Qian Tongzi's eyes like two faint black holes, Geng Mu's heart sank, it was unnatural It was a bit cold.

How long has it been since I saw this 'monster' who was approaching the limit of death?

He began to question his abilities and his swordsmanship, and even felt a little shaken in his heart.

But he didn't know why he thought of a woman's face as gentle as water, and thought of the stab wound on the lower neck of that woman.

He heard about it, and heard about it a long time ago, that the first generation of Jian Bafengjian retired and transferred to the fourth team to become the captain of the medical unit.

The first-generation Kenpachi, who used to scare the districts of Liuhun Street, became a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded. After fighting Qian Tongzi, he somewhat felt the bitterness of this humiliating state of mind.

That was my own negation of myself, and I began to question my own swordsmanship. This is the most fundamental reason for my downfall.

That woman, the first-generation Kenpachi didn't really like to be a doctor, so she went to serve in the fourth team, but there was an irreparable rift in her mood.

There was more and more cold sweat on Zaraki's face, and the sword light in front of him suddenly became unrecognizable, which made his eyes brighter and brighter, with a hint of blood faintly.

Can't fall down here!

Facing the threat of death is his strongest moment.

After falling into desperation, the hidden power in his body will gradually unseal and wake up from the dark sleep.

That's all about the man named 'Saragi Kenpachi'.

Adjust your breathing, don't be afraid because the enemy is strong, think back to yourself a long time ago, you should know how to hold a more ferocious weapon to fight.

In this peculiar space, only those who hold one of the black and white swords can perform effective slashing, while Shunpo, Baida, Kidao, and even Reiatsu itself are lost in this space. due meaning.

But from another aspect, increasing the huge spiritual pressure in the body to the original basic ability of the body has greatly enhanced the strength, speed, and resistance to blows, which is why Saraki can persist until now.

Moreover, Zaragi who held the 'Black Sword' was endowed with the characteristic that the more seriously injured, the stronger the fighting power.

As the swordsmanship battle continued, Saraki's captain's feathers were torn, with shocking scars everywhere, and the white feathers were stained red with blood, but Saraki's will gradually began to wake up, and his eyes were burning with intense fighting. It was full of the rage and stubbornness of a beast, and there was no trace of fatigue on his face.

In the course of the battle, Saraki's force speed became more and more terrifying, and every wound Qiantongzi slashed on his body became shallower and shallower.

It's just that Qian Tongzi's attitude of pursing her lips and keeping her mouth shut shows that her character is extremely cruel to a certain extent.

Especially in this kind of pure swordsmanship duel, she doesn't even need to talk nonsense, she just swings the knife, swings the knife, swings the knife, and keeps swinging the knife. Apart from this, her expression and eyes are always turbulent No panic, even breathing, no matter how long it takes, the body will not feel tired, and the flexibility of the limbs will not decline.

Possesses absolute rationality, but in the occasional swordsmanship, it also proves that her swordsmanship is not restricted by anything, and she swings the sword relying on instinct.

Neither swinging the knife completely according to the feeling, nor swinging the knife completely according to the template, if you want to describe it in one sentence, it is a living and breathing robot.

Zaraki smiled ferociously, the physical pain, and the blood foam flying in front of his eyes made his mood strangely peaceful.

Perhaps this is the attitude of sympathy after meeting the right opponent.

Both use swords... You can't say that, Zaraki knows how bad his sword skills are.

He is a beast, a beast that can only wield a knife. His swordsmanship has no foundation, but he relies on instinct to drive himself to swing a knife subconsciously through a lot of experience.

It is even said that he does not know the so-called school-style swordsmanship, and all his swordsmanship is instinct honed from life and death.

He still remembers that he once learned swordsmanship from Captain Yamamoto, but due to the interference of Room 46 and his impatience with the boring practice of traditional swordsmanship, he only learned a little school of swordsmanship. Also rarely used.

Not only Captain Yamamoto, but also the first generation of Kenpachi, the great evil man, also has a genre-style swordsmanship, but they have integrated all the genres of swordsmanship they have learned into one, laying a strong foundation for their own swordsmanship.

The situation of Qian Tongzi is also slightly different. Through the interweaving of the blades, Saraki can feel that Qian Tongzi's swordsmanship not only has his shadow, but also the shadow of the first generation Kenpachi of the great villain.

Which one to choose between rationality and instinct can make swordsmanship experience to the peak?

The first generation of Kenpachi chose the rational school of swordsmanship, and she is proficient in more than [-] schools of swordsmanship, so she can be said to be a master of swordsmanship in the world of corpses and souls.

Compared with the swordsmanship of the first Kenpachi, Saraki's swordsmanship theory is completely unproficient, but from actual combat experience, and relying on his strong sense of beasts to fight, that is, instinct.

Qian Tongzi is between the two, she puts her rationality and instinct on the same level, and controls the swordsmanship she has comprehended with a "flawless" state.

So when she was fighting, she would suddenly use a sword technique that caught people off guard, making Saraki defenseless.

Blood spilled onto the black and white sky, and Saraki's lips were wet with his own blood.

He failed again.

There was a huge gash in the chest.

My head hurts!

The scene in front of him became darker and darker, and the black blade in his hand seemed to become heavy, and he almost let go of his hand, and fell to the ground like this.

About to lose consciousness?

No!I can still fight!

Why keep fighting?This is a matter of course, an opponent of this strength, even if it takes another 1000 years, it may not be possible to find a second one.

What is it about falling but not falling, waving the knife in your hand, fighting with powerful enemies, what is the highness that comes from the joy in your heart?

blood?

It is an unprecedented fighting spirit!

In the dictionary of 'Saragi Kenpachi', there is no such thing as falling to the ground, and the failure of Kenpachi means death.

He felt a gentle warm current in his body, something flowing in his body, nourishing his body, making his spirit more energetic, and the strength and speed of his slashing were also increasing rapidly.

Qian Tongzi's sword technique was interrupted.

Zaraki took advantage of the situation and pressed down heavily.

There was no joy in his heart, or it was too late for joy.

This was a fight where there was no way to be merciless, and there was no time for him to finally fight back with joy.

And just interrupting an enemy's attack is not something to be happy about.

But it was a good start, and he gradually grasped the rhythm of the battle.

There was no self-confidence in his heart, no fear of being strong, and he even lost his enthusiasm.

All he could think about was swinging the knife, almost to the point where he couldn't see clearly, but he could feel himself swinging the knife. He thought that the smile on his face must be presumptuous and ferocious, which would scare many people.

fighting!

Only fighting can express the ethereal state of mind at this moment.

From the moment you swing the knife, you either die or the enemy falls.

"Have you awakened... Saragi Kenpachi?"

Qian Tongzi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said something.

"Yeah, I really want to thank you, otherwise I would almost forget who I am."

Zaraki laughed, no matter how serious the injury was, he couldn't show weakness at this time, and he didn't have a weak side to show others.

Facing a strong enemy, only showing one's strongest strength is the greatest respect.

He could feel that the power hidden by him was rapidly improving his fighting ability.

"Then you die, with the honor of Jianba."

"?"

Gengmu didn't understand Qian Tongzi's words.

"My name is Hisaki Chihitoko, and I am the second Kenpachi after succeeding Unohana Yachiryu."

After hearing these words, Saragi couldn't help but widen his eyes, showing some kind of inconceivable surprise.

"Although it's only for a moment, don't miss it..."

The ice-like indifferent voice made Zaraki's unnatural body tremble.

Something terrible appeared in the thing.

'Things' that cannot be seen, is that considered swordsmanship?

Everything in front of Saraki's eyes collapsed and cracked in an instant, and the endless darkness swallowed up the void and contained his poor and helpless body.

The cold metallic taste drilled into his nostrils, and his neck was cold, because in another dimension he couldn't see, a sharp knife ruthlessly penetrated his neck.

After hearing the sound of a sharp blade cutting his throat, his body began to fall coldly.

"From today on, the thing 'Sword Eight' doesn't need to exist..."

Leaving behind this meaningful sentence, Qian Tongzi slowly retracted the knife into its sheath, and walked steadily into the darkness.