The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Kendo·Yellow Spring!

However, this Huangquan is not that Huangquan.

In the past, the purpose of wielding the sword was to kill; now, the purpose of wielding the sword is to protect lives.

When the bloody blade was raised, Mao Zhihua stepped hard with the sole of his foot, and his whole body was like an aurora, pulling out an almost invisible blood-colored glimmer like a thread of fate on the ruins intertwined with black mist and sea of ​​blood.

The vast sword energy is like a mountain collapsing, shaking the sky and the galaxy.

This sword embodies all her beliefs.

There are no superfluous moves, just the simplest, simplest, and most basic sword-drawing slash without any subtlety at all.

But with such a simple action, under the blessing of his lifelong belief in killing and grinding, the spiritual pressure, soul, killing intent, and sword skills were perfectly integrated, and an unprecedented and extremely brilliant sword exploded.

That extremely strong killing intent was like a deafening roar, echoing over the ruins.

"kill!!!"

Cruel!

overbearing!

Cool!

Like a moth rushing to a flame, he will burn everything he has to achieve his goal!

In a daze, the man of darkness took half a step back, feeling that the sky was split open.

But soon, a look of shame appeared on His face. The incarnation of the majestic Three Pillar Gods would actually be scared back even half a step by humans. How shameful is this?

"It's ridiculous, it's too ridiculous!"

As the sea of ​​blood surged, the man of darkness who bore the brunt spoke indifferently.

Dozens of black tentacles covered with strange patterns and covered in sticky liquid suddenly emerged from his trouser legs and cuffs, tearing off the human skin, revealing a crazy and indescribable appearance.

The appearance of that form is twisted and crazy, completely beyond the scope of biological cognition!

"Dark Magic·Soul Corrosion!"

The man of darkness, who completely turned into a monster, released a larger black mist than before. The viscous flow gathered and formed, like a wave and tsunami, hitting the sea of ​​sword light.

Clang——!

In less than a thousandth of an instant, the sword light rolled up a sea of ​​blood and crashed down.

However, unexpectedly, the moment the two collided, there was no sound of collision, only faint ripples spreading out in concentric circles from near to far.

But the next second, a violent change occurred unexpectedly.

Almost in an instant, the invisible ripples spread to the entire area of ​​the god's head.

Anything that comes into contact with the ripples will be brutally crushed, whether it is hard metal or decayed buildings.

Boom!!!

A moment later, huge sound waves echoed on the ruins.

Under the blood-red sword light, the destructive force crushed the ruins layer by layer, like an unstoppable heavy-duty steamroller, disintegrating and dissipating anything that dared to stand in the way into basic spiritual particles.

But the long, thick black mist showed amazing tenacity.

It is like a living creature, capable of eating even the extremely powerful bloody sword light, and pushing the sword light forward bit by bit.

"You...can't beat me."

In the thick, sticky black mist, an extremely indifferent voice came out.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of sticky tentacles suddenly emerged from the black mist, and if thousands of vertical lights penetrated the sword sea, they were defeated life and death.

boom!

In the sea of ​​​​collapsed bloody swords, a woman's figure was clearly revealed.

"I know I can't win against you."

Maozhihua took a light step, like a flying butterfly, and avoided the tentacles elegantly: "From the beginning, I never planned to win you."

The bloody sword edge swam away, pulling out streaks of bloody threads, accompanying the graceful figure of the woman, like a fatal dance, stepping on the boundary between life and death, dancing gracefully in the black mist and tentacles.

One tentacle after another was cut off, and then more tentacles grew again.

Gradually, there were more and more tentacles, as if the boundless ocean trapped the flying blood-colored butterfly in the center.

"I know...I'm weak."

"I know, I can't help him."

"I know I can't beat you."

"But...so what?"

The black death tyrant uniform was hanging like silk threads, and his long black hair was flowing down. Unohana Eight Thousand Ryū's figure was like lightning, ignoring the wild attack of the tentacles, and rushed straight towards the center of the black mist.

"madness......"

In the dark mist, a sarcastic smile emerged.

As he said, rushing towards the black mist from the front is a foolish choice.

With the corrosive speed of this black mist, even Adamantium alloy can be swallowed up, let alone a mere flesh and blood body. I am afraid that the Flower of Mao will be turned into a pile of bones before it rushes in front of it.

Stupid?

Maybe it is.

But this is the only way she can delay time now.

laugh--!

The moment you broke into the thick black mist, it was like falling into a pool of thick acid.

In less than a second, the Eight Thousand Flowers of Uzumaki were completely corroded, and the skin festered and melted away, leaving only bright red flesh and blood. The whole person became unrecognizable, as terrifying as a ghost.

Soon, after the flesh and blood were corroded, Bai Sensen's bones were exposed.

Almost more than 80% of her body has turned into a skeleton with bones and bones. It is hard for people to imagine that a few seconds ago, this was a graceful and beautiful woman.

But even so, she still didn't stop moving forward.

Like a moth that flutters toward the flames despite knowing that it will be shattered into pieces.

"court death......"

The man of darkness sneered, standing in the center of the black mist, looking at the figure with disdain.

"All done!!!"

A cold hoarse voice came out of the skull's mouth like a thunderstorm.

The blood-colored ocean that had long since disappeared spurted out again, covering the white skeleton, like the last layer of defense, which was corroded by the black mist, allowing the flesh and blood to slowly grow and recover.

"Do you want to rely on the recovery of the blood sea to withstand the corrosion of the black mist?"

The man of darkness sneered and said, "But can you really hold on to the moment you come to me?"

This idea is really too naive.

Not to mention whether the recovery speed of the blood sea can catch up with the corrosion speed of the black mist, the pain of being constantly corroded and restored is no longer something that normal people can bear.

And as the distance gets closer, the speed of black mist erosion is not the same magnitude.

"That's fine, I'll just stand here and won't move even a step."

The man of darkness had his own pride, and said with cold eyes: "I would like to see if a mortal sword can touch me."

But the next second, He was slapped in the face.

I saw the Unohana Eight Thousand Flow suddenly increase in speed, forcibly ignoring the corrosion of the black mist, and suddenly rushed in front of Him.

When he raised his eyes and looked up, what caught his eye was the Maozhihua that had turned into a white skeleton.

Its figure is like a bloody rainbow, cutting through thorns and thorns, cutting through the dense black mist, turning into a ferocious ghost and charging towards you!

Suddenly, a flash of cold light bloomed, and blood filled the sky.

It was weak at first, but soon it became like a tidal wave, like a waterfall. In less than an instant, it filled the entire head of the god.

With extremely ferocious and terrifying momentum, everything was submerged.

"Now....."

"My sword can touch you!"