The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Someone's bad taste has happened again.

What would happen if a dignified, cool and beautiful woman like Sister Hua starts to cry?

Just like someone likes to bully cats, Lorde couldn't explain why. He just wanted to bully Sister Hua out of nowhere and see what would happen if this sinister Royal Sister cried.

"The look in your eyes tells me that you seem to be thinking about something rude."

Sensing someone's malice, Unohana Yachiru frowned, and suddenly felt a chill coming over him, with a look of disgust on his face: "You don't really think you can make me cry, do you?"

“You’ll know after you try it~”

While Lord was chatting and laughing, he took a step forward and was in front of Maozhihua in an instant.

The five fingers of the huge palm spread out, erupting with terrifying force like a mountain moving sideways, pushing the billowing air currents to explode and boil one after another, covering the sky and covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius.

Rumble——!

The force of the palm wind was like the suppression of the Five Mountains, and the bursting air flow made a thunderous sound.

"Eight Thousand Styles·Swordsmanship·Gaotian Zhiyuan!"

With Unohana Yachiryu's vision, he naturally knew that this move could never be done forcefully.

I saw her holding the knife in both hands and using the modified cassock to slash. The blade curled up with boundless blood from bottom to top, hanging around her body like a soft gauze. Wherever the tip of the sword passed, it pulled up threads of blood, forming a huge line around it.

The tornado seemed to completely cut off the place from the outside world.

This trick is taken from the name of Gaotianyuan, where the gods live in mythology.

The implication is that nature is the place where the gods live, and it is a sacred realm that is inviolable in the mortal world. Once you set foot on it, you will be punished by heaven and be shattered to pieces.

The entangled silk threads pulled the rich blood light, and the bright red tornado roared straight into the sky.

Boom boom boom!!!

The blood-red tornado went upstream, like a roaring dragon, and crashed into the huge palm.

In an instant, the impact burst out with a sound that cracked the sky, setting off billowing air waves that shot straight into the sky, and the explosive wind continued to explode and roar.

The air within a radius of several thousand meters was exploded, forming a vacuum area like a huge wave. The hurricane rose and then fell rapidly. It seemed as if tens of millions of fierce horses were galloping past, and the entire land suddenly shook and collapsed.

The blood-red tornado only lasted for a moment before collapsing under the palm glowing with a faint green light.

The surroundings were filled with crazy and raging violent air currents, and the heavy pressure fell on the shoulders, pressing the Eight Thousand Flowers of Uzumaki to the ground. Along with an earth-shaking loud noise, the earth trembled and smoke rose thousands of feet high.

He slowly raised his palm, and a huge palm print was printed on the ground.

But Mao Zhihua Baqian was vomiting and bleeding, and her clothes completely turned into the same style as a beggar's outfit, with each piece hanging on her delicate body.

"Admit defeat?"

Lord's body shape slowly returned to normal, and he looked at Uzhihua who was half-kneeling on the ground.

Although both of them have first-class spiritual pressure, their levels of strength are almost completely different.

After Lorde completely mastered the swastika, even he himself was not sure how much power he could unleash if he used all his strength.

But he could clearly feel that Unohana Eight-Thousand-Ryu, who he once needed to look up to, could no longer make him feel the slightest threat. If he really acted, he could kill him within a few moves.

If we insist on defining it, his current level of strength.

Perhaps it should be between a transcendent and a super reiatsu, far beyond the superficial first-class reiatsu, roughly equivalent to Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni at his peak. If the level of reiatsu consumption is ignored, it even touches

The edge of 'a household without a moon'.

"Don't ask me to repeat it again and again..."

Maozhihua Baqianliu's eyes were cold, and blood dripped from the blade: "I have only one meaning of existence, and that is to let you climb to a higher mountain. Before releasing the beast called instinct, I will never fall.

Down."

"I guess so, and I hate preaching."

Lord nodded slightly, not surprised by her answer: "So I have to use my own way to make you give up this idea."

"I have been pursuing powerful enemies until...I met you." Unohana Yachiryu licked the blood from the corner of his lips with his tongue, completely ignoring his exposed body, holding the sword in both hands and showing a slight smile:

"After meeting you, I realized that I couldn't please you with my own strength."

"A murderer who seeks pleasure in battle, but cannot please the only man who makes her feel happy."

"What a sad thing..."

"I gradually began to hate myself, why am I so weak and unable to even please you."

"After fighting you again, I am more certain of one thing. If I cannot hand over the name of Kenpachi to you, it will be a lifelong regret for me. As there can only be one Kenpachi in my generation, I have an obligation.

Untie your shackles."

"Unleash the beast called instinct...Lord."

"Before you embark on the strongest path, I will be the last step, step on me...become stronger!"

The spiritual pressure around Unohana Yachiryu surged, reflecting the dark endless hell into a sea of ​​blood. The waves surged and emitted a strong smell of blood, and the wails of countless wronged souls and ghosts resounded throughout the countryside.

Zheng...

The slender jade fingers stroked the blade of the sword, causing it to vibrate and make a soft sound.

"You...should know."

The sea of ​​blood that flowed out from all of them healed the Eight Thousand Flowers of Uzumaki in an instant. Those dark eyes looked directly at Lord. There seemed to be a touch of tenderness hidden deep in the depths, and an indescribable feeling lingered in his heart: "

If you don't kill me completely, I will stand up again and again until I achieve my goal."

"Not necessarily. Don't talk too much."

Lord chuckled lightly, then slowly raised his hand and said meaningfully: "Sometimes fighting is not always so interesting. Next, I will let you experience what the most boring battle in the world is.

"

"The most boring... battle?"

Maozhihua Yaqianliu was stunned, unable to imagine what a boring battle would be like.

"Well...it's raining."

Lord smiled and did not explain. He looked up at the boundless black screen.

rain?

Unohana Yaqianliu looked puzzled, this was an endless hell, where could such a thing as rain come from?

But the moment she raised her head, her eyes and expressions froze instantly, her shock and horror frozen in that second.

Hell, it does rain.

It's just that this 'raindrop' seems a bit too big. What falls from the sky is... a meteor shower!!!

Thousands of huge meteor showers dragged fiery red flames through the endless hell. The rolling air waves were pulled like giant dragons, erupting into a heaven-destroying roar, as if tearing this black curtain apart.

Like cracking!

The pupils of Unohana Yaqianliu suddenly shrank. She had no time to think about why something contrary to common sense like 'meteorites' would appear in the Infernal Hell. The powerful wind pressure and the earth-shattering terrifying momentum forced her to instinctively wave.

Raise your sword.

His right hand pressed on the handle of the knife, and the sea of ​​blood flowing around him rose.

Streams of blood gathered on the sword's edge, and the accumulated sword intent erupted like a volcano. The moment he stepped to draw the sword, the sound of the sword resounded through hell, and the endless stream of blood turned into a roar thousands of feet high.

waves.

It was only a single draw of the sword, but thousands of swords were struck.

The exploding bloody sword light followed the roaring waves, rising mightily from the land in all directions, hitting the meteorite rain one after another.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

The endless hell turned into a sea of ​​fire, followed by earth-shaking earthquakes!

A powerful shock wave swept across all directions, and the ground collapsed and sank in pieces, throwing up countless dust and boulders, smashing through the boundless black curtain like a trapped dragon rising into the sky, and dazzling light and heat swept across the entire Hell.

The light of the sword gradually extinguished, and the hundreds of falling meteorites instantly turned into dust and scattered.

"As expected of the first Kenpachi."

Lord applauded and said with a smile: "But what are you going to do in the next wave?"

"What?!"

Maozhihua Baqianliu was stunned, then stiffly raised his head.

Huhuhu——

Thousands of meteorites were seen breaking through the black curtain, like heavy rain, hitting her where she was.

"Just to remind you..."

Lord smiled maliciously and said: "The meteorite will never stop until you choose to admit defeat."

"..."

Maozhihua Baqianliu looked at him quietly.

If you could kill someone with your eyes, Lord would have died countless times by now.