Chapter 295 Show me the scenery of Shijie

Urahana Ichiro held up the arm that was scorched by the White Thunder in the Fourth Broken Path. The scorched and bloody arm was raised on his back as he stepped on the spirit son in the air and ran.

There was fear on his face, and his eyes were indescribably terrifying.

Before coming here, he had never imagined that the child who killed his brother would have such a perverted ability. He could successfully perform the broken path just by watching him perform it with the naked eye, and the speed would be faster than his own. Make improvements immediately.

What kind of monster is this? What kind of perversion is this?

Reiatsu couldn't suppress him, he couldn't control spirit energy as well as him, he couldn't sing Kidō as fast as him, his swordsmanship skills weren't as strong as his, and Ichiro Uraka was dripping with cold sweat from behind.

He turned around, glanced back, and saw Haile running on the spirit son in the air, his face expressionless, and he was chasing after him indifferently, not nervous at all, as if he was consuming all his strength. , and then completely killed himself.

After all, a formal god of death has quite a lot of spiritual power in his body, which can even be considered to be much more than that of Haier.

It can be said that the power and spiritual power of an official god of death are at least 60 times more powerful than Haier.

But it was because of this that Urahana Ichiro felt desperate.

Even with this gap, he couldn't beat him. He could no longer understand how far Haier controlled the spirit son, and what kind of control technology he had to defeat a man with fifty years of training experience, perseverance, and no reason. One day the wind and rain will extinguish the training of myself.

"What do you want to do?" Urahana Ichiro couldn't help but turn his head and look at Haile again, frightening the dead soul.

Hale was closer to him than before.

He couldn't help but roared angrily, and once again used a lot of spiritual power to use Shunpo to distance himself.

"It's a shallow blow on your hand." Haile responded without hesitation.

He has a great interest in the shallow attack made by the Phoenix Palace Master "Sword God" Nikaiya Wang Yue, and which he calls "the most powerful weapon with unlimited development potential".

This prototype of a Zanpakutō is written with its own spirit and beliefs by its owner, thus becoming the only Zanpakutō.

Weapons that have developed all kinds of strange and special abilities are extremely special existences.

Haile also wanted to know what his initial understanding was.

Although I felt it vaguely, I still wanted to confirm it in advance.

Originally, he planned to teach Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku while walking through Rukongai, heading to Seireitei, and entering the Mao Spiritual Arts Academy to learn more about ghost ways and the analysis of spirit energy. Of course, he would inevitably get a handful of Hit and start your own initial solution.

Now it's okay for him to get a shallow hit in advance.

As for Urahana Ichiro's life, there is no need to exist.

You offended yourself and still want to run away?

"Asshole!" Urahana Ichiro burst into anger with suppressed anger.

The shallow blow in his hand has been instilled in his spirit, belief and desire for decades. It is the hope that he looks forward to Shijie and becoming the chief officer day and night. Even if he dies, he cannot give up.

The longing for relief has become his inner demon-like obsession.

He would rather die than let go of this shallow beating.

Haer coveted his own dagger, which made Ichiro Uraka so frustrated that his anger soared. He held the dagger tightly with one hand and gritted his teeth, just as Haer was about to catch up.

"Breaking Path No. 11: Thunder and Lightning!" Uraka Ichiro chanted quickly, and the thunder flashed with strong lightning on the shallow strike.

He turned around and stabbed Haile with his knife.

The lightly wound broken path No. 11·The thunder and lightning bursts spread out, like hundreds of pythons spreading in the air, and the chirping sound of thunder was like the chirping of thousands of birds.

This is the most proud, familiar, and powerful move of Ichiro Uraka. He has been practicing it for more than thirty years. No ordinary officer can withstand this power grid spread by thunder and lightning.

In his expectant eyes, Haier was directly entangled by the thunder and surrounded into a ball.

"bingo!"

Urahana Ichiro felt happy, and when surprise rose in his eyes, he saw thunder passing through Haer's figure like a snake net.

Haer's figure disappeared in the thunder.

The tip of Sakura's sword penetrated Urahana Ichiro's chest, with a trace of blood.

Haile was behind Urakaichiro, stabbing him with a sword with a dull face.

Urahana Ichiro's fighting skills are actually not very good. He relies on his proficiency in Kidō and Kendo.

But for me, it’s just delivering food.

"You...you...you...how is it possible?" Urahana Ichiro was very unwilling, blood gushed out of his throat, and he looked down at the tip of the sword that pierced his chest.

This time, he didn't even touch the hem of Haier's clothes, so he used his most powerful and skillful move in vain.

Haer shook his head, "It's just using the instantaneous spirit particles to contact the sunlight to create a light and shadow effect, leaving behind a phantom."

Haile explained briefly, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But the operability is simply full.

When Shunpo exploded in an instant, Reiko was shaking uncontrollably, and it was impossible to do what Haile said.

Uraka Ichiro knew the principle of Shunpo, and he directly understood how high the operational component of Haile's words was.

"So that's it! The gap...cough~~~"

Is the gap so big?

Even this kind of thing can be done!

Urahana Ichiro coughed up a large amount of blood, his face leaned forward with a miserable face, his body twitched from Sakura's sword, and his spirit energy was out of control. He could no longer stand in the sky and fell from the sky.

He held Qian Da tightly in his hand, and when he dropped it, he turned to look at Haile.

Suddenly, he forcefully slapped the hand on his hand towards Haile, and dropped it with blood dripping from his lips as he laughed miserably.

"Show me... the scenery of Shijie."

He laughed miserably, fell down, hit the tree trunk repeatedly, and fell on the stone wall. His body lay on it, his eyes were bleak as he died.

He looked down at him indifferently, and held the shallow teat in his hand. The shallow teat trembled slightly, and the vibration eliminated all the spirit and belief that Urakaichiro had poured into it, as well as the strong desire to begin to understand.

Everything about him left with his death.

The gentle slap on Haer's hand made it glow slightly as if it was baptized by his spirit.

A feeling that was almost a direct dialogue between the soul and himself arose in Haer's heart.

He held the shallow gun upright in front of him, looked at it for a moment, then put it down and stepped in the sky, heading back to the village.

After a while, they arrived at the village.

The location where the battle took place formed a black and scorched pit, and many villagers watched Haile's return worriedly from a distance.

"Um?"

Haer's eyes were slightly sharp as he looked at the arrow left by Ichimaru Gin.