DC New Krypton

How to wear clothes?

never mind.

As an excellent swordsman, you shouldn't care whether the opponent is wearing clothes or not.

Urakajiro wiped his arms slowly and gently until his arms were sore. Finally, he wiped the last tip of the sword. He held the sword vertically in his right hand and forged a tachi with neat fish scales. The bright and neat fish scales on the sword were reflected in his boy's hole. Inside, his tongue was ready to move, wanting to add strength to the blade of the sword, a behavior that wanted to show his perversion and make others afraid.

But this was very ungraceful and unbecoming of a club leader and a master of swordsmanship, so he tolerated it.

He stared fiercely, exuding the murderous aura that had killed hundreds of people. He held the sword vertically, and turned the blade from the side to face Haier. His legs were kneeling, and the insteps were straight. He arched his head, carrying the momentum of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. As he stood upright, the overwhelming force spread towards Haer.

Looking directly at Haier, Urakajiro felt a chill in his heart.

Haer just held the handle of the knife downwards with his right hand. His palm seemed to be barely able to hold the handle of the knife, dragging the entire Yingluo half. The tip of the knife was dripping with blood on the ground as he walked.

Urahana Jiro felt that his momentum, which had killed hundreds of people, was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood rushing past, but it did not affect the dull-looking Haile at all.

Haer seemed to have walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, dragging his sword, staring at the stars, overlooking everything, and feeling calmly facing destruction and rebirth.

Seeing Urahana Jiro wondering, how could this guy not be affected by his own aura? After all, he was a famous 100-man slayer in this area. He once had a record of killing 100 people. Once he glared at any gangster, the aura he exuded was enough to scare him. Someone peed their pants.

It must be that this kid doesn't understand how terrible he is.

In terms of killing power, when Hal traveled to the Pacific Rim for the first time, he had killed more than eight million extremely evil people. The second time he traveled to the Transformers Universe, he created seven golden barriers, affecting the number of people who died. Reaching more than 100 million, and finally took the initiative to destroy Krypton and kill all the people on the planet. So far, the number of people killed has exceeded one billion.

Urahana Jiro, who thought he had some murderous aura after just killing a hundred people, was really no better than a breeze in front of Haile.

At least the breeze could caress Haile's face, giving him a cool feeling.

"Do you know what kind of sword this is?"

If there is no reaction, then there will be no reaction.

You can't blame the child for being slow to react.

Urahanajiro softly chanted, with an expression on his face that made others look up in admiration, and his light eyes revealed his cherishment and pride for his beloved sword.

"Is this... a Zanpakuto!" Haile said with a serious face as he moved forward without any delay.

If it is really a Zanpakutō, then this guy is really not simple.

He must be prepared and test the distance between this body and the Zanpakutō.

If not, why are you bragging to me?

"Choke·········"

Urakajiro's heart suddenly burst out with a suffocating breath, which was held in his heart and throat, unable to flow freely.

Do you kid know what a Zanpakutō is?

It was a Zanpakutō that was cultivated by shallow attacks issued by Seireitei, the highest authority in the Soul Society. It is a weapon that only the God of Death has.

It is a symbol of status and nobility, not something we poor people have at all.

What Urahana Jiro wants to say is that his sword was a weapon made for him by his elder brother who was promoted to the God of Death. It is indestructible and so sharp that if your tongue does not reach the blade, it will be cut. It is such a sharp, beautiful and worthy weapon. Come to me, the sword named Da Jang Tian.

As a result, after being asked this question by Haile, Urakajiro couldn't continue to introduce his favorite sword.

After all, compared with the Zanpakutō, this sword of mine is indeed several levels higher.

"Ignorant child!"

Urakajiro snorted coldly, and the suffocated anger in his heart turned into anger, and he walked towards Haier with a knife, "There is no need to tell you too much, let me take you to Hedong with this big sword." He was buried with him."

After speaking in a cold tone, Urakajiro narrowed his eyes and slashed at Haer diagonally with the big long sky.

"It turns out it's not a Zanpakutō."

Haier was disappointed, thinking that a Zanpakutō would wander around in this remote area.

He slanted his body and avoided Urakajiro's slashing attack. He had no intention of fighting for three rounds. Seeing that Urakajiro also had some strength, Haile used a little more force, hoping to resolve the battle quickly.

The cherry blossoms lifted up from below and met Urahana Jiro's contemptuous and indifferent smile. In an instant, they trembled into a phantom halfway, as if countless cherry blossoms fell in front of Urahana Jiro's eyes.

Just like the name of the sword, it is as ethereal and scattered as cherry blossoms. It is beautiful and diverse, making people feel like they are among the falling cherry blossoms, and they fall together with the falling cherry blossoms.

Urahana Jiro's eyes were confused, as if he saw himself dancing among the cherry blossoms. He felt the cold light of the knife shaving off his clothes, and the cold touch cutting open his flesh and blood. He woke up with a start, feeling horrified in his heart. .

'instant! ’

When Urakajiro was in danger, he used the death skill taught to him by his elder brother Uraka Ichiro, who was the god of death. In a blink of an eye, he escaped from the group of Haile's falling Sakura knives, set off a gust of air, and stepped back to stand on the straw mat. ,

Urahana Jiro looked down and couldn't help but be horrified. He saw white fibers and flesh being cut out of his chest and abdomen. Blood was flowing out from the bone-breaking wounds. His clothes had become strips of cloth and were stuck to his body. The clothes on his left and right shoulders were Not spared either.

This Yingluo sword is a sword technique that completely blocks the left, right, up and down. The only chance of survival is to retreat, and you have to retreat quickly. If you don't have the unique skill of Shunpo, if you retreat quickly, you will be completely cut into pieces.

"Use the escape just now again."

Haer's eyes lit up and he saw that Urakajiro's Shunpo was a technique of utilizing the energy of spirit children.

I happen to lack the understanding and utilization skills of the energy of spirit children.

He held Yingluo in his hand and stepped forward calmly.

Although he just saw Urakajiro perform Shunpo, Haier's focus was not on Urakajiro's Shunpo. He just wanted to kill him quickly to solve the problem, and did not fully see the skill of Shunpo. , quite a pity.

Urahana Jiro raised his head and looked at the oncoming Haile, feeling chilled in his heart. He already knew that he was no match for this kid just by relying on his swordsmanship skills.

The Yingluo sword technique that blocked the upper, lower, left and right sides was completely beyond his ability to resist.

Which sword master in this world died and came to Soul Society? But the child in front of me is only seven or eight years old, so he has such incredible swordsmanship skills!

The rolling skin and flesh on his chest stimulated Urakajiro. With a sullen face, he held up his sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the oncoming Hail. He said coldly: "You angered me. This is something that only the God of Death can do." The skills he possesses will kill anyone who sees them.”

"You have no life left."