Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

The nose and eyes emerged piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle, until finally, Hong Jiang's resolute face appeared completely again, but the Prajna mask on the face had disappeared.

"Brother?"

Mojo Kozo also noticed the abnormality of Mojo Shuangya, and it was not difficult to find Hong Jiang's figure when he turned his head slightly, but his hands and feet were healthy now, so he didn't look like he had just been beheaded and severed.

Mocheng Xingsan subconsciously twitched the Zanpakutao and slashed towards Hongjiang, but Hongjiang didn't even turn his head, and raised his left hand to strike out a spiritual fist, knocking him into the air.

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

"Sixty-two bound roads, one hundred steps of railings!"

Poor Mojo Kozo has actually fainted, but he is still being held tightly by the six pillars of light and nailed to the ground by messy white long sticks, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in a cage.

"I thought you were an idiot who didn't know the times, but now it seems that I am the idiot who thinks he has the chance to win."

Mole Chengshuang also knew that whether it was cutting off Hongjiang's hands or beheading the opponent's head just now, these were not false illusions, he really did these things.

But Hong Jiang can still stand here intact at this moment, it can only show that his Zanpakuto has a strong healing ability, and there is a certain ability to transfer vital points, even if it is useless to control Hong Jiang's body with rain and dew, His heart is under his control, life and death are no longer up to him.

"Anyone will think that the winning ticket is in their hands. I don't blame you." Hong Jiang said coldly: "Mocheng is indeed a respectable surname. Give you a chance and leave your last words."

Yamamoto once taught him that you are the winner until the enemy swallows his last breath, and before that, don't have the arrogant idea of ​​winning.

And Mo Chengshuang did nothing wrong. Before beheading Hongjiang's head, his Zanpakutao had always looked like a transparent crystal, and he never let go of his vigilance against Hongjiang.

Death is indeed the end of life, but people always represent it through the disappearance of some things, such as the head or the heart, and this is precisely the biggest misunderstanding, at least for Hong Jiang who has a ghost.

A Ghost's Swastika——A Ghost's Falling Immortal Clothes, its most essential ability is static recording, recording the opponent's first attack Reiatsu immunity, which is also a manifestation of this ability.

The moment the swastika is released, the outer side of the fairy clothes will record the spiritual pressure of the first external attack, and attacks below this level of spiritual pressure cannot break the state of the fairy clothes without damage.

Similarly, Hongjiang couldn't use the fairy clothes to release an attack that exceeded this level of spiritual pressure. Rather than saying that Jia Gui's swastika is both offensive and defensive, it is better to say that it is a complete combination of offensive and defensive.

At the same time as the external recording, the inside of the fairy clothes will also record the host's body, spiritual pressure and other states. At this time, the host of the fairy clothes will be in a static recording state, and any physical damage can disappear. It will return to its original state even if it is blown into powder. If the fairy clothes don't go away, you won't die!

Therefore, in the face of Hong Jiang's 卍解, it is useless to try to attack the weakness of common sense, because at this time Hong Jiang's real weakness is actually the Zanpakuto on his body, but it is hard to imagine that there are people who fully expose their weaknesses That's it. It is also through this ability that Hongjiang is confident in facing Mocheng Shuangye.

In addition, seeing the corpse of Tsukiyashiki Kenpachi, the opponent's Zanpakuto is still there,

The cause of death was a stabbing to the heart. It can be seen that Mojo Soya has not broken away from the basic mode of fighting with the god of death, so there is a great possibility that Mojo Soya's Zanpakuto does not have similar abilities to his Kagui.

So from the very beginning, Hongjiang didn't pin his hope on being able to win by relying on the characteristics of a ghost being immune to attacks below a certain level of spiritual pressure. Focus on Xianyi's defensive ability.

Afterwards, except for Mo Chengshuang's move to open his robe, which made him flustered, most of the directions were within Hong Jiang's acceptance range.

In a duel with a master like Mocheng Shuangya, if the opponent is not careless, Hongjiang understands that with his current strength, the probability of winning is extremely small. Even if he brings another Zanpakuto, it may not be much better.

It is an extremely stupid thing to hand over all the victory and defeat to the opponent. Even if the condition is the opponent's carelessness, it must be created by himself.

And using death is really the safest way, but there is only one chance. Fortunately, Hong Jiang's strength is enough to seize this fleeting opportunity. Apart from the severe pain of severed head and hand, there is nothing wrong with it.

"The Mocheng family, last words?"

"As you said, after Congjuan's death, the Mocheng family has long since ceased to exist." Hong Jiang said coldly.

Mo Chengshuang was also stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at his brother who had fainted, and said slowly: "This is a request, fortunately, there is a way out."

"Impossible, I can't let go of a person who bears family hatred!" Hong Jiang resolutely refused, turned his head and took a look at Mocheng Xingzan, and then changed his words: "I can bring him back to Seireitei. If you die, leave it to Room 46~"

"Heh, hehehe!" Mo Chengshuang also suddenly laughed lowly, blood pouring out of his mouth but he didn't realize it, "Leave it to Room 46? Hehehe!"

"At least,,, I can live longer,,," Hong Jiang gritted his teeth, and continued in embarrassment: "I can only do this."

Mole Chengshuang didn't answer either, just smiled alone, as if going crazy. But his current injury, just laughing is not something his frail body can bear, a mouthful of blood gushes out of his throat, and a severe cough finally stops the sad laughter.

"I really don't understand you. You obviously have your own ideas, and you know that it is impossible for such ideas to be turned into actions in Seireitei,,," Mo Chengshuang also gasped, and said intermittently: "But you still I can accept it, why would I accept it? Why can I accept it!"

Mocheng Shuangye's voice echoed in the air, Hong Jiang thought for a while, and didn't know how to answer him for a while. He has his own ideas, such as the study of the Quincy and the exploration of the invisible empire.

He was also forced to accept the status quo of Seireitei. He knew very well that he was the only sober person in this world, but among a group of drunk people, such sober people were probably the exception. For my own comfort, this is a helpless move.

But he is also trying to change at the same time, try to make his ideas come true through a method acceptable to both parties, but he doesn't know if this approach will be successful.

At this time, Mocheng Shuangye's voice sounded again, even more passionate than before.

"One day, you will despair of all this, just like me a hundred years ago!" Mou Chengshuang also raised his trembling right hand and placed it on the captain Haori on his chest: "When you wear it, your The idea is to replace the dead city that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, remember? Diezuka Kenpachi!"

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