Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

Infinite **** became gray.

With the extremely thin sword light passing by, the entire space seemed to be cut off.

The surrounding void is like a broken three-dimensional mirror, falling pieces from the sky like raindrops. Every fragment of the void after shattering is refracted like a lens. There are different kinds of things and scenes with multiple distortions. Broken beauty.

The cyan airflow slowly rises, and the gray dust slowly descends.

It looks like the scene of the first division of chaos, the rising and falling of the clear and muddy air reshapes the world, and then everything is born.

Lord dressed in a white robe without staining the dust, standing in the center of the broken and twisted void, the blade in his hand turned into a spiritual child and disappeared, condensing the spiritual pressure and power released from his body, as if nothing had happened.

After a while, he took a step forward and slowly walked towards Uzawa Yachiryu.

Uozhihua Yachiryu lay peacefully on the ground, her black hair scattered wantonly, and everything returned to its original state. The blades with amazing curvature like a waning moon were covered with dense cracks, as if they would shatter at any time. Crack the same.

Once the Zanpaku Knife is damaged in the Swastika state, it will never be completely repaired.

Unless it is done by the Sword God himself, even if Nirvana makes a shot, it can only be transformed rather than repaired.

Fortunately, all the Zanpaku Knives of Uozhihua Yachiryu were exhausted, and it was not damaged during the 卍捍, but if it was damaged to such a degree, it would take a long time for it to be completely repaired.

But compared to the damage suffered by Zanpakuto, Uozhihua's injuries were even more terrifying.

In order to forcibly take Lord's sword pose, her left half of her body was almost in a state of destruction. If ordinary people were injured by this kind of injury, they would have been killed on the spot. The reason why she was still alive was just the residual effect of all. That's it.

But if things go on for a long time, Uzhihua Yaqianliu will undoubtedly die.

That sword was not just a move, but contained a kind of extremely overbearing sword intent. It was extremely sharp that even space could be cut off. Even if it was put on the flower, it would not be able to heal that kind of injury.

"I lost......"

Mao Zhihua seemed to be muttering to herself, with one arm covering her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

But even so, Lord still saw the tears falling from the corner of her eye.

"Unexpectedly...I'm so incompetent." Uinohana Yachiryu bit her lip, trying to control her trembling voice: "True irony, I have been pursuing battle, but I am During the battle...I can't let you use your full strength."

Lord was silent, straight men, like he knew, Uozohana was just talking.

"Just by seeing my sword skills, I can copy them perfectly, and even display sword moves that exceed their original power." Uozhihua's lips were bitten, and a trace of blood ran like her mouth: "Your talent is so powerful, but because My weakness... restricts my instinct."

"For a swordsman, this is a great shame."

"Since you have surpassed me, you should naturally take my life and step on me to a higher sense."

"You are wrong, Mao Zhihua."

Lord shook his head, took off his white Haori, and put it on the almost naked Uzhihua.

"Could it be... isn't it?" Uozhihua Yachiryu raised his arm, her dark eyes filled with water vapor.

"I told you from the beginning."

Under the woman’s incomprehensible gaze, Lord said calmly: The thing I am after is not the strongest name. For me, fighting instinct or kendo is just a process and a means, not the ultimate goal. So you don't have to blame yourself. "

"What are you...what are you pursuing?" Uozhihua Yaqianliu's body trembles slightly, her eyes are a little confused and incomprehensible, she looks at the man in front of him deeply, as if he wants to do something about him. The idea is the same: "Why do you swing your sword? Where is your path?"

"In the future...you will know."

Lord smiled, did not answer her question, raised his hand and gently covered Uzhihua’s forehead: “Everyone has something they pursue, so I won’t deny your way of living, but I hope you can Live well, and use your own eyes to find things that are truly worth your life, not for the empty and boring...the strongest."

"A person who is burdened with sins like me...what else can I live on?" Uinohana Yachiryu murmured: "Dying in the battle may be the best ending for me. Bar."

"Um...then change it." Lord said with a smile, "Don't kill anyone from now on, save the lives of others."

"Save...people?"

Wuzhihua Yaqian was stunned, and immediately said silently: "Let a murderer save people, I really don't understand what you think."

"Hahaha, because it's fun."

Lord smiled playfully and said: "Besides, I really want to see how you save people, it must be more beautiful than now."

"Isn't it beautiful for me to hold the sword in your eyes?" Uzawa Yachiryu narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

"It's okay, it just feels too violent." Lord didn't notice the atmosphere at all, and said to himself: "But it's all a few thousand years old, so it's hard to watch it all day long. Okay, I guess no one would dare to marry you if this continues."

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot, and icy mist condensed in the air.

There was a black air that was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye, wrapped around Uinoka Yachiryu's face, and several green veins popped out of the corners of her eyes: "That... really... thank you very much. Ah, specifically to teach a thousand-year-old old man! Madam! Mother!"

"Uh... I didn't mean that!"

Lord finally realized that the atmosphere was wrong, swallowed his saliva and waved his hand nervously, saying nervously: "Look how well your skin is maintained, it is soft, slippery and so white, especially the body is so great, you can't tell it is Thousands of years old."

Suddenly...

Uozhihua Yaqianliu burst into blue veins on her forehead, smiled and said, "Where do you put your hand?"

Lord stunned for a moment, lowering his head and suddenly sweating.

It's not good, patronizing talking and distracting, in order to heal Uzhihua Yaqianliu, his hand moved down unknowingly, and once again touched... the sacred twin peaks.

He can swear by his character, he definitely didn't mean it!

"Now, Lord Spirit King."

Uozhihua Yaqianliu's smile remained unchanged, and she squeezed her fists: "Grit your teeth, don't let go."

boom--!

Unparalleled strength, crit and piercing armor.

Lord screamed, with a fist mark in his eyes, flying out several hundred meters away.

Uinohana Yachiryu slowly got up, dressed in that obviously unfit Haori, a faint spring on his cheeks, staring at Lorde shamely: "If you dare to touch again next time, don't blame me for cutting you. hand!"

"It hurts...it's so cruel, you!"

Lord held his dark eye sockets, and gasped in pain: "Besides, I didn't mean it. Besides, there was no credit for healing you, and I got a punch for no reason."

"Humph."

Uinohana Yachiryu turned his head, and pulled the white Haori, covering the white skin that was exposed.

"Since it has been resolved, let's go back together."

The black circle in Lord's eyes quickly disappeared, and he smiled and got up to send out an invitation: "The captain of the fourth division, I just keep it for you, do you want to try it, and start again from now."

"Fourth Division..."

Uozhihua's eyes softened, and she chuckled, "Perhaps, it's a good choice."

"Then it's settled."

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Lord finally heaved a sigh of relief, and then smiled lightly: "From now on, you will be the captain of the fourth division."

When Lord was about to take her away, a hand stretched out from behind and quietly grabbed his sleeve.

"Ok?"

Lord looked back and saw Uzhihua lowered his head: "Any other things?"

"Ok......"

Uozhihua replied softly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With her head lowered, her expression can not be seen clearly: "Since it is a fresh start, why not choose a new name for me? Just say goodbye to the past. Do you think how?"

"Well......"

Lord groaned for a moment, and then smiled: "Then call you, Mao Zhihua... Lie, such as Huo Lie Lie, upright and steadfast."

"It's really a... a name that suits me well."

Uozhihua slowly raised her head, showing a gentle smile: "Thank you, I will cherish this name."

The great wicked person unprecedented in the history of the corpse soul world, Uozhihua Yaqianliu died in Hell.

At the same time.

The captain of the fourth division, Uozhihuareel, who is dedicated to saving lives and knows how to respond, is reborn in Infinite Hell.

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