Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

Deep in the ground, Mocheng Shuangye and Hongjiang performed a knife cremation one after the other.

Even Hong Jiang, who is quite good at the ghost way, can't use it out of thin air for this extremely special breaking way that requires burning the body.

Right now there is only one sacrifice, so what Hong Jiang has to do is to grab the sacrifice. The one-knife cremation at such a close distance is inevitable, and this is beyond the level of spiritual pressure that the fairy clothes can be immune to. At this distance, a knife cremation was released smoothly!

The corpse that had been burnt into coke was blown to pieces by the spiritual power of Hongjiang and Mocheng Shuangye in the struggle between the two. Neither of them successfully released a knife cremation, which was considered a tie.

A little spark lighted up the dark underground for a short time, Mojo Shuangya's pale face flashed in the firelight, and also disappeared was the Zanpakuto on his right hand, which was cutting towards Hongjiang.

When he stabbed in front of Hongjiang, Mocheng Shuangye's Zanpakudao Yuluzheliu had become crystal clear, as if it was cast from the purest crystal.

In Hongjiang's field of vision, this Zanpakuto is different, it seems to be an obsidian shining with strange light, and the black and white ink world seems to be captivated by it, turning gray and white.

Black represents spiritual power, and the darker the color, the greater the density of spiritual power contained in the opponent, and the higher the spiritual pressure. And this kind of real-like spiritual pressure is even more exaggerated than the previous one-knife cremation. Perhaps only the broken paths above No. 98 can reach this level.

This has far exceeded the level of spiritual pressure recorded by Xianyi. Hong Jiang turned sideways to avoid a stab in his heart. At the same time, he tightened his left sleeve and turned it into a short blade towards Mocheng Shuangye's neck. cut off.

Mole City Shuang also did not back down, the moment Hongjiang turned sideways, he stopped the sword momentum, crossed the Zanpakutao, the hilt slanted upwards, and hit Hongjiang's elbow, while blocking the opponent's arm, he took advantage of the situation Swing up a knife.

Hong Jiang's reaction was not slow, exerting force on his feet, although he could not completely dodge the slash, and Mo Chengshuang also made a deep bone wound on his left shoulder, but he managed to avoid the ending of breaking his arm.

"Sixty-one bound dao, six-pillar light prison!"

"Twenty-six bound dao, Qu Guang!"

"Bound Dao Thirty-One, Luanying!"

Six beams of light appeared out of thin air, surrounding Mo Chengshuang. At the same time, Hong Jiang's figure suddenly disappeared in the cave, and then hundreds of figures flashed in different directions.

Mole Chengshuang also looked at the blood on the blade and smiled, it seemed that the little guy knew he was afraid, and began to think of ways to escape.

First use the six-pillar light prison to temporarily block yourself, use curved light to cover your vision, and use random shadows to create short shadows to confuse the audience, and the idea of ​​​​escaping is very clear.

Temporarily dispersing the spiritual power, unlocking the six-pillar light prison from the outside, Mo Chengshuang also began to sense the spiritual power he left in Hong Jiang's body, which was left when he slashed the opponent just now, he did not let Hong Jiang go easily plan.

In fact, Hongjiang didn't move at all in the same place. The three bindings he used were just to make Mo Chengshuang misunderstand that he was going to run away, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness to sneak attack.

On the surface the plan was going well, Hong Jiang watched Mo Chengshuang also leave in front of him, and when he was secretly happy, he saw that the other party did not turn his head back, and directly slashed at his right wrist.

The sneak attack turned into being attacked, and he didn't wake up until he saw his right hand leave his body.

The gushing blood brought a touch of warmth,

At the same time, it also brought out severe pain. The physical instincts of exercising in the field of killing have lost their effect at this moment. Even the idea of ​​running appeared in Hongjiang's mind, but his legs seemed to be petrified, and they did not move at all.

"Didn't I already say that? You have no chance of winning against me~" Mo Chengshuang also said, walking slowly in front of Hong Jiang.

Hongjiang wanted to make a move, but found that he couldn't even move his hands at this moment. Mo Chengshuang also looked at his surprised expression, and said with a smile: "Your swastika is to completely visualize the high-concentration spiritual pressure outside the body, so as to achieve The effect of combining offense and defense. It's a pity that you are too young, if your spirit pressure is higher, it will be Yulu Zheliu's biggest nemesis, but now, you are restrained by me everywhere."

After Mo Chengshuang finished speaking, he ran along Hong Jiang's neck with the Zanpaku knife in his hand, and cut open the robe on his chest bit by bit, revealing the strong upper body inside.

At the same time, a figure gradually rose behind him, it was Mojo Kozo, looking at Hong Jiang with a grim smile.

"I still have something to say to him, pay attention to controlling your emotions, Xing San." Mo Chengshuang also said, staggering his body and standing aside.

"I understand, brother."

Mojo Kozo nodded to Mocheng Shuang, pulled out the Zanpakuto hanging from his waist, and pressed it against Hongjiang's heart, then tilted the handle of the knife, looked at Hongjiang and said slowly: "At the beginning, it was this angle?"

Hongjiang looked at the other party's Zanpakuto, which sank into his chest bit by bit, and the pain intensified with each breath, and Mocheng Kozo's voice echoed in his ears: "It's quite strong, I want to see How long can you bear it!"

Hong Jiang didn't let him down, he didn't cry out until the blade passed through his chest. But Mojo Kozo has more than this move. Under Hongjiang's watchful eyes, the Zanpakutao retreated from his chest bit by bit.

I don't know how long this kind of suffering has passed, maybe it was not long, but Hong Jiang felt that it was longer and more painful than the one hundred years he had been in the Field of Slaughter.

Finally, Zanpakuto was completely drawn out by Kozo Mojojo, and the sweat and blood mixed together, dyeing the ground at Hong Jiang's feet red.

But his face was full of smiles, as if he had accomplished some great achievement. And these smiles fell into Mocheng Xingsan's eyes, but they were so ironic, even more hateful than the smiles shown by the other party when he was stabbed!

"Laugh, I won't let you laugh anymore!" Mojojo Kosan was furious, raised the Zanpakuto in his hand and stabbed Hong Jiang's face, but a white hand stopped him.

"I said it, I still have something to say to him!" Mo Chengshuang also frowned and scolded.

"I'm sorry, brother." Kozo Mojo finished speaking with a bow towards Soya Mojo, cast a sharp glance at Hong Jiang, and retreated behind his elder brother.

"What you did to Xingsan, forget it like this, I can pretend it never happened." Mo Chengshuang also said, tapped his finger, and controlled his spiritual power to help Hong Jiang stop the bleeding, "And now I think You are invited to perform an unpaid operation."

"Counterattack Seireitei?" Hong Jiang sneered and said, "It's not me you want to invite, but Captain Yamamoto behind me, right?"

Mo Chengshuang also waved his fingers, and said playfully: "I have never regarded Seilingting as my goal, and I have never regarded Death as my enemy."

"On the contrary, our enemies are actually the same, so why don't you just listen patiently?"

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