Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

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Lord took a deep breath, planning to make a real move.

In the children's game at the beginning of the solution, when you are familiar with the rules, you can still choose opportunistic tricks.

However, in the face of Huatian Crazy Bone after 卍jie, any trickery is useless. As long as you are within the spiritual pressure range of Huatian Crazy Bone·Black Pine's heart, unless it is a strong spiritual pressure at the transcendence level, you must Follow the rules it has laid down.

Even as the owner of the Zanpodao, Jingle Chunshui couldn't violate this.

Taking advantage of the ‘tragedy’ in the second act, he must solve the Beijing Music Spring as soon as possible to prevent the ‘tragedy’ in the third act from being staged.

Once he was dragged by Jingle Chunshui to the third act of the ‘tragedy’, no matter how much he could do, he could only be forced to compete with Jingle Chunshui, which was the last situation he wanted to see.

"A murderous look..."

Jingle Chunshui was still sitting on the ground, noticing the change in Lorde's eyes, and said with a light smile: "If I guess it's correct, are you planning to stop the third act?"

"Exactly."

Lord slowly raised the pitch-black blade, gently wiped his fingers across it, and the blade groaned softly: "If you drag it to the third act, it won't end well."

"Can you do it with your current body?"

Jingle Chunshui used his hands to support the knife and slowly got up. He sucked in cold air because of the pain in his chest, and grinned, "Don't look at me like this, but there is still power to delay you for a while."

"Hopefully wait a while, you can say that."

In the depths of Lord's pure golden eyes, there was a deep and dark color, and he walked slowly with the blade in his hand: "Swastika... it's all done!"

In the next moment, the boundless blood pressure churned!

From the upside down blade and sleeves, it seemed that endless blood was flowing down, and gathered around his body into a billowing raging wave, turning this pure white half-fan-shaped platform into a tossing **** ocean!

"Unexpectedly, even the 卯之花卍解 are..."

Jingle Chunshui's pupils trembled, knowing the danger of the blood sea, several pedaling rooms jumped up into the sky, with the word speechless on his face, saying: "Young man, how many kinds of swastikas have you hidden? untie?"

"you guess?"

Lord, who was in a sea of ​​blood, spouted more blood from the black spots and holes all over his body, but his recovery speed rose to a higher level. It was almost the blood that had just flowed out, and he was replenished in the next second. Went back.

One out and one in is equivalent to nothing.

Lord cracked his ‘ashamed bed’ in such a weird way.

"it's a pity......"

Jingle Chunshui touched his wound, remembering the past and couldn't help but sigh, and said: "I had learned a little bit from Uozhihua if I knew it, and now it won't be so miserable."

"Then come down."

Lord took the **** blade, stepped on the tossing blood flower, smiled and said: "Although I am not the flower of Maozhi, but the healing effect of all, you should be aware of it?"

"Leave this kind of deceptive lie to girls."

Jingle Chunshui curled his mouth with disdain, and said: "The blood pool is a panacea for you, but it is poison for me. I don't want to be'overtreated' and become an ugly one. Bones."

Although it can heal each other, it is based on the wishes of the users.

If not, the blood pool that has all been turned into is a violent poison that eats bones and burns muscles, which is hundreds of times more terrifying than concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Haha... you really have seen it."

Seeing that there was no way to trick Jingle Chunshui down, Lord didn't bother to follow him in the ink, and stepped on the blood pool of Mountain Dew.

boom--

The bright red blood pool suddenly stirred up waves of up to 100 meters under the turbulence.

Under the turbulent waves, rushing straight into the sky like a roaring dragon, Lord stepped on the boundless sea of ​​blood, holding the blade of blood condensed, and pulling out a slender blood-colored thread, wrapped in spiritual power. Pi's sword took the head of Chunshui's neck.

"Not good enough!"

With a wave of Jingle Chunshui's double knives, he brought the top hurricane to the whistle.

The whistling hurricane and the roaring sea of ​​blood collided, and the two unexpectedly made a clank-like sound of golden and iron clashing. Two completely different spiritual pressures, mixed with monstrous killing intent and sorrow, swept across the world in an instant. .

The bursting air mass produced strong thrust, like a pair of invisible giant hands, repelling the nearby sea of ​​blood and air, forming an approximate vacuum area, but the two people in it did not stop at all, still undergoing fierce life and death. Fight!

Between swords and shadows, countless fires burst into flames!

In just one breathing time, the two played against each other hundreds of times. Ordinary people couldn't see their movements at all. Only through the occasional sparks could they tell where they were, but that was only the case.

The violent wind was like a sharp blade, cutting out traces on the ground below.

Served as the captain of the soul world for hundreds of years, and is also one of the favorite disciples of Yamamoto Motoyanagisuke Shigekuni. In the future, he will inherit the post of captain and continue to guard the spring water of Beijing in the soul world. No flaws, infinitely close to the exceptional blue dye.

Even though he was seriously injured, Jingle Chunshui still showed the super-high quality of the captain. He found a flaw in Lord's moves. Huatian Crazy Bone broke through Lord's storm in a nearly weird position like an antelope. Offensive.

Pouch!

Two black blades of different lengths easily split the steel defense.

"I'm waiting for this moment!"

A fierce stern flashed across Lord's eyes, and he deliberately exposed his flaws, just waiting for Jingle Chunshui to take the initiative to attack.

"It's not good, it won!"

Jingle Chunshui was shocked, only to realize that he had been fooled.

A large amount of blood loss from the wound on his chest caused him to think confused, so he could not see through Lord's tricks at a glance, and the tense nerves in the fierce confrontation, there was no time for him to think more, and the body would naturally make the flaws. The response.

Perceived that the deceived Jingle Chunshui was about to withdraw and retreat.

A deadly threat of death surged into my heart, as if being pointed at by thousands of blades, the roots of the hair on the back were exploded, and a black shadow appeared in the pupils when I raised my head, holding a short Zanpai knife to aim. Up him.

"Swastika-God kills the gun!"

A dazzling dazzling knife light, accompanied by a sharp and extreme momentum, instantly stretched out.

In desperation, Jingle Chunshui ignored his image, forcibly twisted his neck and turned his head to the side, dangerously and dangerously avoiding the vital part, but his cheek was cut through a deep **** mouth, almost half of his face was cut. It's all lifted up.

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But Jingle Chunshui felt a trace of rejoicing in his heart. If it weren't for him to hide quickly, his head would be hung on the knife at this moment.

Several times at high altitude, he pedaled instant steps and opened a safe distance from Lodra, which finally gave him a breath.

Jinglechun was panting from exhaustion, not only because of the aggravation of his injuries, but also because of his rapid physical exertion.

It's a miracle to be able to stand now. If it weren't for nothing to do before, and to learn the basics of the Tao from Mao Zhihua, I am afraid that he would have lost too much blood and fainted.

Can't drag on any longer...

Jingle Chunshui's eyes didn't see the slightest frivolousness, and instead became extremely dignified.

If he delays like this with Lord, I am afraid that he himself will die from his injuries before exhausting the other's spiritual pressure.