People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

As early as when Teacher Unohana gradually unlocked the shackles that she had bound to herself, Fujimiya Makoto realized the change in the situation.

Whether it is speed, strength, reaction, or sword skills, they are all displayed without reservation.

It was only at this moment that Makoto Fujimiya truly realized the value of ‘Eight Thousand Styles’.

Even at the same level of spiritual pressure, he had no advantage at all when facing Unohana-sensei’s double swords.

All the bonding qualities were released, and his physical condition was stretched to the extreme under the blessing of this near-limiting quality.

However, he still couldn’t touch the deepest part of Teacher Uozhihua.

This indescribable pressure made him feel like a fire was boiling in his heart.

At the same time, experience in beheading skills is also increasing.

【Cutting skill +2】

【Cutting skill +3】

【Slashing Technique +5]

Continuous slashing blows bring the same rich experience bonus. Every blow he receives in this extreme physical state is constantly increasing his cutting skill ability..

However, it still cannot keep up with the changes in pressure.

Until the last moment, Fujimiya Makoto felt a sudden sense of extreme danger in his heart!

“Swastika solutions are all gone!”

Almost the moment the voice fell, the world in front of Fujimiya Makoto was covered in a mass of black and red, turning into a large pool of blood. The blood surged like a wave and swallowed up his entire field of vision in an instant. Together with the extremely increased spiritual pressure, all his senses were completely swallowed up.

In the past, his extremely sensitive inspiration was only left with an endless red cloud at this moment.

It was impossible to tell where the sword came from.

“laugh——”

The blood blade splashed, sticking to the surging and stirring blood from the ground like a moon arc, and swung it in the direction of Makoto Fujimiya along with the slash.

It wasn’t until the moment the sound sounded that Fujimiya Makoto seemed to suddenly wake up from the fear of the previous second, and quickly raised the blade to block the direction of the bloody blade.

However, as he sensed, the flying blade made of blood and water not only turned into a slash, but also inherited the continuous toughness like a fluid.

Almost the moment he blocked the blow, he saw the blood blade scattering. Every drop of blood jumped and splashed like a flying needle, falling on him with a loud sound, instantly corroding his clothes. , and pierced the epidermis, turning into white smoke that tortured the body – giving people a stinging sensation like sulfuric acid.

Vaguely, it seemed that even the skin was rotting.

Makoto Fujimiya knew very well that it was not ‘injury’, but ‘healing’.

The extreme vitality represented by this drop of blood gave his body excessive healing capabilities, but this did not mean health.

Just like the infinitely proliferating HeLa cells, extreme proliferation ability must represent the overall collapse of the somatic level.

At this moment, the small wounds on Fujimiya Makoto were the result of ‘collapse’.

However, before he could react, he saw that Teacher Uzhihua, who was completely immersed in the joy and excitement brought by the battle, was already swinging the long sword in his direction with all his strength.

The blade in Unohana Yazenryu’s hand seemed to be constantly overflowing with blood, and the overall spiritual pressure seemed to be boiling, reaching the extreme point she could touch during the process of Unohana Yachiru.

The roar of the air-piercing blade was like a deafening roar.

“clang——！”

The fierce collision between the blades of both sides was like a powerful bell.

Behind the scenes of Makoto Fujimiya and Unohana, they seem to be carrying different worlds.

The Gouye drama, which originally presented the field of [Li·Dojo], did not have much support at all under the pressure of the swastika.

The reason why they were able to barely compete with Unohana’s ‘World’ was entirely because the spiritual pressure of both sides was forcibly suppressed to the same level by the ability of ‘rules’.

But even so, the ability of Swastika Jie itself is at least five to ten times that of Shi Jie.

Makoto Fujimiya knew very well that his script would not last long under Teacher Unohana’s full offensive. twenty seconds…Thirty seconds at most!

A result must be determined within thirty seconds.

Otherwise, the script will definitely disintegrate instantly under this terrifying burst of spiritual pressure.

The battle of the Shinigami is the battle of spiritual pressure.

Even the so-called irreversible rules are actually included in this scope.

If there is any problem, it only means that the ‘reiatsu’ is not strong enough.

If that’s the case……

Makoto Fujimiya’s eyes gradually changed when he looked at Teacher Unohana.

The red bloodshot eyes in his eyes seemed to be getting a little heavier.

The entire whites of my eyes almost turned red

【Bond Trait·Last Light】

【The last light: When you are in a desperate situation of certain death, you will inevitably burst out with unprecedented strength, and then fall into a state of extreme weakness for a period of time. 】

Obviously, the condition of Swastika solution + the full force of the Swastika flower has already satisfied the activation condition of this trait.

“Clang!”

The sword tilted, and the deflected blade twisted under Fujimiya Makoto’s wrist.

The whole body was like Unohana eight thousand streams covered with a red background, and he instantly noticed something abnormal about Fujimiya Makoto.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes subconsciously He raised his head and unconsciously showed a very exciting smile.

It can go on!

This kind of pleasure! It can go on!

Almost at the moment when he realized this, the two swords in Unohana Yachiruu’s hands all turned into The ribbon stretched out like fluid, crossed and waved in the direction of Makoto Fujimiya.

However, Makoto Fujimiya did not confront him head-on.

【The effect of the”Wall of Sighs” stabilized his will, and at the same time allowed his brain to always stay awake in an extremely calm and rational state, and make relatively correct judgments.

——Two seconds.

Lean over, roll over.

Splattered blood was trampled under his feet.

The Odachi sword in his hand was almost touching the ground and slashing towards Teacher Unohana’s legs.

“laugh!”

The long blade and the bloody knife intersected and cut apart. However

, Fujimiya Makoto was able to use this to create a sufficient distance.

Under the blessing of [Last Dawn], the brain, heart, muscles, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves were all in one place. An unprecedented state of excitement, like the last warmth in a cold night when you are about to freeze to death, or the inexplicable feeling of fullness that seems to be devouring your own body after being extremely hungry.

All of them make people feel uncontrollably fighting. impulse!

【Type 1·Modification·Aurora Strike]

The bright arc of the blade cut through the sea of blood, and with the ultimate concentration of spiritual pressure and will, the Unohana Eight-Thousand-ryu filled the spiritual pressure from all directions, and forcibly tore a path open..

However, in front of Teacher Uozhihua, this level of slashing was nothing.

The short blade just pointed forward, and it was immediately stuck at the end of the knife path. At the same time, the bloody blade in the other hand seemed to stir up a backward waterfall, slashing towards Fujimiya Makoto’s waist and abdomen.

Makoto Fujimiya’s highly contracted pupils and the characteristics of the [Injury-Free Circle] gave him powerful reflexes beyond normal levels.

Almost at the moment when Unohana Eight-Thousand-ryu changed the direction of the sword, the instant step under his feet was already deflected.

The aurora, which was originally a straight line, also outlines a winding curve in an instant.

In the most dangerous moment, the blade of Unohana Yachiryu’s dagger swiped, and a shallow wound was opened on her sleeve.

However, this subtle tingling sensation activated her nerves like a needle prick, making her uncontrollably more excited and excited.

As a result, the force of the next knife fell naturally became faster and heavier!

The boiling blood curtain behind him gradually eroded forward and continued to surge.

The blades of the blades met with each other, making a dull sound.

Fujinomiya Makoto felt that the knife in his hand was extremely heavy, and he could hardly help but sink it.

Before he could deflect the force, he saw the short sword in Teacher Uozuka’s left hand falling simultaneously, hitting her own sword hard on the back.

“Boom!”

The back of the sword in Makoto Fujimiya’s hand was immediately crushed by the heavy blow on his shoulder.

His knees couldn’t stop bending.

This small flaw was discovered almost the moment it appeared. Unohana Yachiru’s movements He kicked out with almost no hesitation, sending Fujimiya Makoto flying into the air, splashing several continuous water floats on the calm river like spinning stones.

——Five seconds.

While he was spinning, he forced his knife into the blood pool to relieve the force of his own flight.

The next moment, under the constant urging of the explosion of potential, the weak and painful body suddenly seemed to be stimulated with new vitality.

Fujimiya Makoto’s feet stepped back on the dojo floor that was gradually overturned by the spreading pool of blood. His strength rose from the ground, and his whole body was like a spring that was compressed to the extreme. In an almost sacrificial posture, he moved towards Uzuki. Hua Baqianliu flew in the direction, and his figure tore an arc across the waves above the pool of blood.

Fight with Teacher Unohana

“Dang Dang Dang——”

A series of splashing sparks erupted between the figures that were almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and a continuous metal sound like a heavy hammer, which was so irritating that it seemed to penetrate the eardrums of people.

Faster! heavier! Sharper!

He was almost completely abandoned by Xiao Po Dao’s untonal voice, and all that was left in his ears were the sound of experience prompts.

【Slash +3】

【Slash +4】

【Slash +2]

In this seemingly endless slash, whether it was Fujimiya Makoto or Unohana Yasenryu, the two masters and disciples only had each other’s figures in their eyes.

It’s like they want to imprint each other into the deepest part of their souls.

However, the suppressive power of spiritual pressure cannot be broken by fighting to the death, courage and the desire to fight.

Makoto Fujimiya’s fragile script of”Li·Dojo” is still being swallowed up, overturned, and torn apart bit by bit by the shady curtain and the sea of blood.

Faintly, even the outline of the building behind him seemed to be constantly swaying and shaking.

——Ten seconds!

When the battle reached this moment, even Makoto Fujimiya, who had multiple bonding qualities, realized his limits.

In other words, it was precisely because his brain was still maintaining a calm mind with an incredibly strong will that he could clearly realize that his physical strength, spiritual pressure, and Zanpakutō abilities were all being destroyed by Unohana-sensei. Squeeze it bit by bit to the extreme.

His muscles were torn in large swaths under the extreme force; his pupils were in a state of overload for a long time, and even his irises were covered in blood; his ankles were already covered with tiny cracks due to the constant deflection of Shunbu at high speeds; he was holding the knife The fingertips of the handle were waving the blade so tightly that even the blood vessels could be seen clearly; the surface of the skin was covered with dark knife marks that looked like they had been scorched by flames. The slightest movement caused pain as if they were about to be torn open…….

In fact, even the spirit body began to waver due to the excessive spiritual pressure exerted.

He had too many reasons to end this fight.

Why does the teaching war between master and apprentice have to go to this point?

If it was simply to satisfy Unohana-sensei’s interest, why would he confront her with all her strength when she was just a third-level spiritual power?

If we continue to fight, will our body collapse first, or will our brain reach its limit in an overloaded state first?

What is the point of this kind of fighting?

Is it just for the chance to do whatever you want with Teacher Unohana’s plump body?!

Fujimiya Makoto, are you such a vulgar person?!

‘Just take a step back…Just take a step back……’

“laugh!”

Fujimiya Makoto opened his eyes wide, but the blade in his hand swung forward before his brain.

In the deep dark red blood curtain, a shining arc was suddenly broken.

It seemed that there was a burning arc deep in his heart. raging fire

“if that is the case…”

“Don’t you have the chance to do whatever you want! ?”

Fujimiya Makoto roared loudly, subconsciously shouting out the reason why he beat himself up to now.

To the ears of uninformed people, it seemed incomprehensible.

However, he is such a vulgar person.

“clang!”

The trace of power squeezed out from the most extreme body suddenly shook the bloody blade in front of him.

Fujimiya Makoto raised his head.

At this moment, all the dojo scenes behind him, together with those The losers who were hung up by ropes and tied into mothers were all swallowed up by the black and red curtains and pools of blood, and were eliminated in the boundless fear of death.

——Twenty seconds!!

However, Fujimiya Makoto still did not stop.

The time he estimated he could sustain was shorter than he imagined.

But none of this matters anymore

“Snap!”

Fujimiya Makoto’s footsteps stepped into a deep pool of sticky blood, and the spiritual pressure covering his feet was no longer enough to support him to use the super-high-speed continuous instant steps like he did in the beginning, and charge forward without hesitation.

However, he still Facing Unohana Yachiru’s extremely happy eyes, he walked further forward. At this moment, there was only one thing left in Fujimiya Makoto’s mind.

He might not be able to do what he occasionally dreamed of today, He stabbed the teacher many times in one breath.

But at least, he had to stab him once!

The depths of Fujimiya Makoto’s pupils were filled with flashing red, and the goujie opera in his hand thrust forward, and the front edge of the blade was wrapped around the glistening… Bright.

That was his concentrated will to the extreme.

Unohana Yachiryu looked at him as if looking at some kind of rare treasure, but he also swung his blades up without reservation.

The double blades were straightened and slanted, The two phases intertwined.

But what was surprising was that there was no pleasant sound.

The expression on Teacher Unohana’s face seemed to be stunned for a moment. But

Makoto Fujimiya suddenly smiled.

This blow【 [Cause], slashed on her blade.

At the next moment, it pointed at the side of Unohana Yachiryu’s neck.

Although the [script] behind Fujimiya Makoto had been completely swallowed, the last bit belonged to the [rules] The power is still exerting its effect.

In this situation where the spiritual pressure is equal. Under the stunned eyes of Unohana Yachiru.

She only had time to stretch out the short blade of her left hand, and at this critical moment, she slightly Blocking the path of Makoto Fujimiya’s sword, he prevented his entire neck from being cut off.

The next moment, their bodies overlapped. The blades in their hands pierced each other’s body almost simultaneously.

Unohana Yachiru’s sword penetrated deeply into Fujimiya Makoto’s shoulder.

Fujimiya Makoto’s blade left a deep mark on the side of Teacher Unohana’s side neck.

He was there when he fell. For a moment, I seemed to have seen this scene.

My body, which had already exceeded its limit, finally collapsed.

But there was a satisfied smile on my face.

“……”

The black and red blood curtain slowly dispersed.

In the end, only the figure of Makoto Fujimiya was gently embraced in the large sleeves of Unohana Yachiru’s broad robe.

The woman’s delicate white hands gently stroked the tips of Fujimiya Makoto’s hair.

I don’t know how long the silence lasted, but Unohana Yaqianliu suddenly spoke in a low voice:

“If I had known this, I should have faced you later.”

“After today’s battle, how can you expect me to endure it?”

“Chengjun.”