Chapter 337: Fighters who play games die because of games

The aura emanating from the Gate of Hell made Kyōraku Shunsui feel horrified.

I had always suspected Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni's behavior in pacifying and disposing of Haier, but now I finally understood.

Haer can really make the Gate of Hell appear in Soul Society.

Any comfort is not too much for them.

Even when Haile wanted to read in the Great Spirit Book Corridor, Kyoraku Shunsui felt that the Tsunayashiro family was out of ideas.

Compared to the appearance of the Gate of Hell, Haile just wanted to read a book. He was such a kind person.

But now that he's angry, there's no turning back.

"This is not good." Jing Le Shunshui's face was stern. He held Hua Tian Kuang Gu in both hands, his pink coat grinned in the sky, and turned to look at Hao Er: "It seems that I have to fight you, Hao Er. Brother.

Your low spiritual pressure creates such a terrifying scene, which really scares me.

The one on top wins. "

At the end of the sentence, Kyoryu Shunsui began to attack Haier. The tallest man at the end was almost silent. He instantly stepped in front of Haier and slashed at Haier's shoulder like a tall figure.

Kyōraku Shunsui's first interpretation can turn children's games into reality. As long as you step into the range of Katen Kuangko's spiritual pressure, you are forced to participate in the game. All rules are set by Katen Kuangko.

If you win, you will survive, if you lose, you must die, even his master Shunshui is no exception.

But the game is not completely fair. Since the knife holder knows the rules of the game better than the enemy and has the right to change the game type at any time, the knife holder has an advantage in the game.

Haer's low spiritual pressure is an unchangeable fact. No matter who is in front of him and envelopes him with spiritual pressure, he will be caught.

However, if you are hit by a hit, you will be hit by a hit. With any skill, Haier can use his original understanding of the world to understand the entanglement of spirit particles, crack it, learn it, and fight back to kill.

In the final analysis, the basis of all skills is the spirit child!

Jingraku Shunsui's spiritual pressure was higher than that of Haier, and Haier was enveloped in Huatian Kuanggu's spiritual pressure. With this skill, 'the one with the highest wins', Haer was caught.

The rule of the game is that the player with the highest position wins: if we stand higher than the enemy, the power of our slashing will be greatly increased, enough to be fatal to the enemy. If the enemy's position is higher than ours, the enemy's slashing power will increase dramatically, which is enough to be fatal to ours.

"You can't stop my steps." Haer's face was dull, and he kept stepping on Lingzi, walking forward. Facing the slash from Jingraku Chunshui, the tallest one, Sheng, he raised his hand slightly, and the sword blade The one with the highest position to block this blow will win the slashing blow.

The Zanpakutō that collided with each other made a huge noise, shaking the surrounding spirits into circles and scattering them. The powerful strike was as heavy as a mountain.

‘Bang——’

A dark ball behind Haier was like a black balloon, bursting into a gap, and a strong wind of power burst out from the gap. The one with the highest power won the attack, and all the Zanpakutō from Haier's hand was wiped out by Haier. Go to the dark orb to release it.

"A very powerful slashing force." Haile praised quietly. It was indeed a very powerful slashing force, but it was of no use.

In just one sentence, the dark ball behind Haier that released the force of the slashing impact was restored.

Jingraku Shunshui raised his eyebrows, and had no time to talk anymore. The flower bones in his hands turned into a phantom of sword light and slashed towards Haer, making full use of the rules of the game that the higher one wins.

Haile kept walking, and the arm holding the Zanpakutō turned into an afterimage. As he walked forward, he used the Zanpakutō to create countless blades of light, which collided with Huatian Kuanggu.

The three thousand worlds behind him kept exploding and recovering with force pouring out.

After competing in sword skills like this for a while, Jingraku Shunsui realized that even if he used the rule of the higher to win against Haer, there was no way he could recover as fast as the dark ball behind Haer after he released his strength.

He hesitated slightly and said almost silently: "The one whose shadow is stepped on loses!"

Kyōraku Shunsui's Hanada Kuanggu changed the game to: the person whose shadow is trampled loses.

The rules of this game are: both the enemy and ourselves can sneak into each other's shadow and attack each other from almost zero distance.

A moment of ‘instantaneous’.

The spring water of Jingraku seemed to disappear in an instant in front of Haier, leaving only the large pink coat, blocking the sun.

Haile casually swung his knife and chopped Kyoraku Shunsui's large pink coat into two pieces.

That shrouded in shadow.

'laugh--'

The tip of the knife stabbed into Haer's chest. Jingraku Shunsui covered the sun with his coat, creating Haer's shadow, entered his shadow, and stabbed Huatian into his chest.

His figure slowly emerged from Haier's shadow, with a smile on his lips, and the pink coat that was cut into two sections fell downwards.

"Attention, little brother, my Zanpakutō abilities are somewhat difficult to guard against." Kyoryu Shunsui looked at Haier with a smile.

However, he found that Haile never stopped and kept moving forward. Even the big wound on his chest, without blood flowing out, would glow slightly with the light of the spirit child and heal automatically.

Kyōraku Shunsui took a deep breath and couldn't help being shocked.

Is his body... made of Samurai?

Will it heal automatically?

"The world of shadows?" Haier's expression was dull, his eyes were almost ruthless, and he was caught up in the endless calculations of the battle. He began to understand the entanglement of microscopic spirit particles in the world. When facing each enemy, there will be endless battles. Learn and calculate, and acquire all useful skills.

All the foundations of this world are spiritual beings.

"You are too crude to use." Haile moved forward, ignoring Jingraku Shunsui, and said slowly: "Everything in this world is based on spirit sons. The shadow world built by spirit sons is unimpeded."

"It's over, Kyoraku Shunsui."

Haer walked forward with a calm face, flicked his Zanpakutō with his right hand, and said slowly: "Every piece of clothing on your body has a shadow, every hair on your body has a shadow, and every piece of clothing has a shadow. Granulocytes have shadows like shadows, and even microscopic spirit particles have shadows. Matter and space are closely related, and spirit particles are even more closely related to each other.

Unfortunately, you put a knife through my chest and contacted my spirit child. "

Jingraku Shunshui's heart was filled with chills, and the ubiquitous sense of crisis emanated from the bottom of his heart. He poured out his maximum spiritual pressure and couldn't help but chant:

“Swastika——Huatian Kuanggu·Black Pine········”

His swastika hadn't been liberated yet, and Haile continued in a light tone as he walked forward:

"Sorry, I'm not interested in your swastika. Just bury yourself in the shadows."

呲呲呲呲呲呲————

Kyōraku Shunsui's body froze, and black shadow spikes pierced out from the inside of his body, piercing out from every pore on his body surface. They were denser and more terrifying than a hedgehog.

The Huatian Kuanggu fell from his hands, and he stared with horrified eyes. He was speechlessly stabbed by the shadow spikes and lost the ability to move. He was unable to step into the sky and fell from the sky.