Chapter 689 Holy Text: Miracle
"It doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want."
Unohana Yachiryu didn't pay attention, just smiled slightly and said: "Fighting should not be limited to one side."
In fact, she didn't care what methods were used during the fighting.
When the soul-forged blades collide with each other, the flower of hell, watered by blood and howls, will bloom. That is the supreme joy that makes her so addicted that she cannot extricate herself. It doesn't matter whether she is using the sword or not.
What matters is... awakening the man's instincts.
She seemed to be able to feel that the beast imprisoned in her heart was calling and roaring.
"You said that yourself."
A strange smile appeared on Lord's face, and he slowly raised his hand: "I hope you won't renege on the debt if you lose later."
"Do you think I'm a little girl?"
Feeling humiliated, Unohana Yachiru's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "Although I am a woman, don't forget that I am also the first Kenpachi. If you underestimate me too much, beware of being raped by me." Kill here with your sword."
The Zanpakutō, with an astonishing arc like the waning moon, was slowly unsheathed from the waist.
A cold and resentful sound of swords was stretched infinitely, reverberating like the sound of a piano in the empty Spirit King's palace, inexplicably conjuring up in people's minds the image of a sad wife waiting for her husband to return.
A cold murderous intention struck like the frost of winter.
The smooth and bright white jade slabs around them were coated with a thin layer of white frost. The moisture in the air almost condensed into ice. A bone-chilling chill continued to surge out. Even the breath exhaled turned into ice. Visible white to the naked eye.
Lord noticed something strange around him and immediately understood what was going on.
To be precise, this strange cold aura does not come from the Zanpakuto's ability, but from the murderous intention released by Unohana Yasenryu. It is unknown how many creatures have been slaughtered to reach her level.
one thousand? Or ten thousand? Or one hundred thousand?
After getting serious, Unohana Yazenryu looks like a ferocious beast with fangs and claws exposed. He exudes an extremely dangerous aura. His dark eyes are like sharp blades. It seems that he can feel the cracking pain in his skin when he passes by. .
"Swastika...all gone!"
The blood-colored spiritual pressure turned into a vast ocean, impacting this sturdy Spirit King's palace.
The Eight Thousand Flowers of Mao stand on the sea of blood, with a faint smile on its extremely beautiful face, like a lotus flower blooming in the mud. It is holy but full of evil at the same time. This huge wave of The contrast gave her a different kind of beauty.
"Sure enough... the Sister Hua at that time should be the incomplete version after system restrictions." Lord thought thoughtfully, thinking: "I'm afraid the Sister Hua summoned this time is the real Mao. Nohana Yasen-ryu, the murderer with the name of the first Kenpachi!"
"Do you still have time to daze?"
A bleak waning moon broke through the air, revealing bursts of coldness in the haze, and the cold light hit Lord's neck.
The thin long blade made of condensed blood pulled out a thin thread in the air. The blade seemed to contain the belief to kill all things. Just a trace of murderous intention spilled out, making the entire atmosphere and even the void appear. Tremble.
This sword was merciless and pointed directly at the vital point.
This is enough to show that Unohana Yasenryu is completely determined to kill, and his shooting speed is very fast, his angles are very tricky, and his swordsmanship is almost perfect.
Even with Lord's eyes, he couldn't find anything wrong with it, and he even wanted to praise it a few times.
If the character that the system asked him to challenge was the Unohana Yachi-ryu at his peak, he might have been cleanly decapitated by this sword before he could even learn how to solve it.
But it's a pity...
Although Maozhihua Yaqianliu has become stronger, he is no longer Wu Xia Amon.
The sword's blade was as curved as a crescent moon, carrying a sharp and howling wind, but Lord didn't seem to react, standing motionless on the spot, letting the sword slash towards his neck.
"You didn't react? Or did you stand still on purpose?"
Unohana Yachiryu frowned slightly and narrowed her eyes. Although she didn't know what Lord was up to, she finally softened her heart. She slightly deflected her palm by half an inch and changed the direction of the sword blade to create an arc of light.
Tsk-
The sharp sword blade broke open the chest, and a large amount of blood sprayed with the arc light.
A terrifying sword mark that almost went straight to the internal organs was left on Lord's chest, scratching from the left side of his neck. The ribs were broken and stabbed out, and the internal organs and intestines were scattered on the ground. This sword almost cut his whole body. Everyone was cut open.
"What are you doing?!"
This scene completely exceeded Unohana Yachiru's expectations, and her beautiful eyes widened with shock.
She didn't expect that Lord didn't resist at all, he didn't even dodge or fight back, and he withstood her sword.
"Ahem..."
Lord shook and coughed up a large amount of blood, almost losing his balance: ""
"Are you... looking down on me?!" Unohana Yachiryu's eyes were replaced by anger, and his murderous intent became more explosive. Bloody spiritual pressure filled the entire Soul King Palace, setting off a wave of anger. The sound of the wind is like the howl of thousands of wronged souls.
Such an act of giving up resistance could only make her think that Lord was looking down on her.
The anger ignited the majestic spiritual pressure, and the boiling sea of blood was mixed with the extremely strong murderous intention. From the cold and trembling pupils, it can be seen that Uzuki Flower Eight Thousand Flow is really angry, and drops of blood are dripping from the sword edge. The blood condensed into long lines, dancing and dancing around.
"Sister Hua, I have never underestimated you."
Lord raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, grinned and said, "How about I do a magic trick for you?"
"Lord, this was the last time I felt soft-hearted." Maozhihua Baqianliu frowned slightly, slowly raised the long sword dripping with blood, and said coldly: "But next time, I won't be a subordinate. Have mercy, if you plan to continue playing, don’t blame me... I’ll really kill you!”
"Get ready, the magic begins."
Lord took a step forward, and the spiritual pressure around his body surged: "Open your eyes wide, and don't miss a second."
Holy text: Miracle!
Turning a situation that is absolutely unfavorable to oneself into a situation that is beneficial to oneself and reversing the most dangerous dilemma can be called a 'miracle'!
All damage to the body can be converted into its own power. The greater the damage it suffers, the more its power will increase proportionally. The only drawback is that it cannot recover the damage it has suffered, but unfortunately he has super-speed regeneration.
In just one breath, the frightening injury has healed at a super speed.
At the same time, Lord's body swelled in the wind, breaking through tens of meters like an ancient giant. With a slight wave of his hand, the surging spiritual pressure was like a mountain and a tsunami, and a terrifying storm tide broke out to destroy the world!
boom--
Unohana Yaqianliu was unable to resist, so he was slapped and flew away.
"Change the place!" Lord said calmly: "It would not be good to destroy the palace that was built with great effort."
At the command, the scenery in all directions changed and suddenly returned to the Infinite Hell.
The huge storm tide carried Unohana Eight Thousand Ryu, and flew backwards for about several thousand meters like a meteor. Its delicate body crashed into a mountain peak, leaving a terrifying blood stain along the way.
"It's not too late to admit defeat now."
After transforming into a giant, Lord's voice was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the sky above Hell.
"Admit defeat? No...it's too early."
Unohana eight thousand bathed in blood, most of her clothes were shattered, revealing her attractive and shiny skin. She walked slowly on the sea of blood, her eyes becoming more and more firm in her belief: "At this level, it is far from being able to make me Feeling happy, you don’t know this, right?”
"I know......"
Lorde smiled meaningfully and said, "Don't cry later, Sister Hua."
