Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto Chapter 689 New   2 Sep 20, 2022

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want."

Uinohana Yachiryu didn't care, but smiled slightly and said, "The battle shouldn't be limited to one."

In fact, she didn't care what kind of methods were used during the fight.

When the sword blades forged by the soul collided with each other, the flowers of **** watered by blood and wailing would bloom. That was the supreme joy that made her so addicted to it that she could not extricate herself from it. It didn't matter whether she was using swordsmanship or not.

The important thing is...to wake up this man's instincts.

She seemed to be able to feel that the beast that was imprisoned in her heart was calling and roaring.

"You said it yourself."

A weird smile appeared on Lord's face, and he slowly raised his hand: "I hope you lose, so don't cry and reckless."

"Do you treat me as a little girl?"

Feeling humiliated, Uzhihana Yachiryu suddenly turned gloomy, and said coldly: "Although I am a woman, don't forget that I am also the first generation Kenpachi. If you look down on me too much, be careful to be caught by me. The sword was killed here."

The Zanpaku knife with an astonishing arc like a waning moon slowly unsheathed from his waist.

A cold and resentful knife chirping was infinitely elongated, and it whirled and tactfully in the empty Lingwang Palace like the sound of a piano, making people inexplicably outline a picture of a sad wife waiting for her husband's return.

A cold killing intent, like a frosty winter.

The bright white jade slabs all around were covered with a thin layer of **** frost. The moisture in the air almost condensed into ice, and the coolness of the cold and bones kept surging out, and even the breath of the breath became White visible to the naked eye.

Lord noticed the abnormal situation around him, and immediately understood what was going on.

To be precise, this strange cold aura didn't come from the power of Zanpakudao, but from the killing intent released by Uozhihua Yaqianliu. I don't know how many creatures were slaughtered to reach her level.

one thousand? Still ten thousand? Or one hundred thousand?

After getting serious, the Uenohana Yaqianliu is like a ferocious beast with fangs and claws, and it exudes an extremely dangerous atmosphere. Its dark eyes are like sharp blades, and it seems that you can feel the skin cracking pain when you scan it. .

"Swastika... it's all done!"

The blood-colored spiritual pressure turned into a vast ocean, impacting this solid spiritual king's palace.

Eight thousand flowers of Maozhi stand above the sea of blood, with a faint smile on the extremely beautiful face, like a lotus flower in the mud, holy but full of evil at the same time, this huge The contrast brought her a different kind of beauty.

"Sure enough...the Hua sister at the time should be the incomplete version after the system restriction." Lord thought thoughtfully, thinking: "I am afraid that the Hua sister summoned this time is the real 卯. The flower of the eight thousand streams, with the name of the first generation of sword eight... Murderer!"

"Are you free to be in a daze?"

A touch of cold waning moon broke through the air, and there were bursts of coldness in the haziness, and the cold light went straight to Lord's neck.

The thin, long blade formed by the blood condensed, pulling a thin thread in the air, and the belief in killing everything is hidden in the blade. Just a trace of killing intent spilled out, making the entire atmosphere and even the void. Trembling.

This sword was merciless and went straight to the point.

Based on this, it is enough to see that the Yaozhihua Yaqianliu is completely in the heart of killing, and the speed of the shot is amazing, the angle of the trick is amazing, and its kendo is almost perfect.

Even with Lord's eyes, he couldn't find the slightest mistake, and even wanted to compliment him.

If the character that the system had challenged him at the beginning was the Uzumaki Yaqianliu of this peak period, I was afraid that I could not make it to the beginning of the solution, and he would be severely decapitated by this knife.

But unfortunately...

Although Wuzhihua Yaqianliu became stronger, he was no longer Wuxia Amon.

The blade's arc was like a crescent moon, and the blade was wrapped in a screaming wind, but Lord seemed to have never reacted. He stood still on the spot, letting the blade slash at his neck.

"No reaction? Still standing still on purpose?"

Uozhihua Yaqianli frowned slightly, and her eyes narrowed. Although she didn't know what Lord was doing, she still felt softened. The palm of her hand was slightly deflected by half an inch, and the blade changed its direction and cut an arc of light diagonally.

Sneer----

The sharp blade pierced his chest, and a large amount of blood splashed with the arc.

A horrible sword mark that almost reached the internal organs was left on Lord's chest. It was scratched from the left side of the neck. The ribs were broken and pierced. The internal organs mixed with intestines scattered all over the floor. This sword almost completely covered him. People are split apart.

"what are you doing?!"

This scene completely surpassed Uozhihua Yaqianliu's expectation, and her beautiful eyes were wide and full of shock.

She didn't expect that Lord would not resist at all, even without evasion and counterattack, forcibly withstanding her sword.

"Ahem..."

Lord shook and coughed up a lot of blood, almost unsteady on his feet: ""

"Are you... are you underestimating me?!" Uozhihua Baqianliu's eyes were replaced by a wave of anger, and the killing intent became more and more bursting, and blood-colored spiritual pressure filled the entire Spirit Palace, setting off The sound of the wind is like the howl of thousands of wronged souls.

Such a move to give up resistance can only make her think that Lord is underestimating herself.

Angrily ignited the majestic spiritual pressure, and the blood was boiling with a strong killing intent. From the cold and trembling pupils, you can see that the flow of the flower of the Uzbek is really angry, and the sword is dripping. His blood coagulated into a growing thread, and moved around.

"Sister Hua, I never underestimated you."

Lord raised his hand to wipe the blood off his lips, grinned and said, "How about I turn you into a magic trick?"

"Lord, just now was the last time I felt soft." With a frown, Uzhihua Yaqian frowned, slowly raised the blood dripping sword, and said coldly: "But next time, I won't be in charge. Be merciful, if you plan to continue playing, don't blame me...really kill you!"

"Get ready, the magic begins."

Lord took a step forward, and the spiritual pressure all over his body surged: "Keep your eyes open and don't miss every second."

Holy text: miracles!

Turning a situation that is absolutely unfavorable to oneself into a situation that is beneficial to oneself, reversing the most sinister predicament, can be called a 'miracle'!

All the damage the body receives can be turned into its own strength. The greater the damage it receives, its strength will increase proportionally. The only drawback is that it cannot recover the damage it has received, but it is a pity that he has speeded regeneration.

It was just a breath of effort, and the terrifying injury had healed at an overspeed.

At the same time, Lord's body swelled in the wind, breaking through tens of meters like an ancient giant. With a light wave of raising his hand, the surging spiritual pressure burst out like a mountain and a tsunami, erupting a terrifying storm tide that destroys the sky and the earth!

boom--

Uozhihua Yachiryu had no resistance, and was slapped away by this slap.

"Change the place!" Lord said faintly: "The palace that was finally built is not so good to be ruined."

With an order to ~~ the scenery of the Quartet changed, and he returned to the hell.

The huge storm tide engulfed the eight thousand streams of Uozhihua, flying backwards like a meteor for about a few kilometers. The delicate body collapsed a mountain for life, leaving a scary blood stain along the way.

"It's too late to admit defeat now."

After turning into a giant, Lord's voice resounded like a rolling thunder, resounding over the infinite hell.

"Give up? No...it's too early."

Uozhihua Yaqian was bathed in blood, most of her clothes shattered, revealing her seductive and shiny skin, walking slowly through the sea of blood, her eyes became more and more firm in her conviction: "Only this level is far from being able to make me Feeling happy, you don't know this, do you?"

"I know......"

Lord smiled meaningfully and said, "Don't cry later, Sister Hua."

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