How to wear clothes?
never mind.
As a superb swordsman, one should not care whether the opponent is wearing clothes or not.
Urakajiro wiped his arms so slowly and softly that his arms were sore. He finally finished wiping the last tip of the sword. He held a sword with neat fish scales on the blade upright in his right hand. The bright and neat fish scales on the blade were reflected in his boy hole, making him His tongue was about to move, and he wanted to add strength to the sword. There was a behavior that wanted to show his perversion and make others afraid.
But this was very ungraceful and unbecoming of a club leader and swordsman master, so he resisted.
His fierce eyes glared, and his whole body exuded the killing power of killing hundreds of people. He held the sword upright, turned the blade, and turned his face from the side. His legs were kneeling, and the insteps of his feet were straight. He stood up, carrying the momentum of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. As he stood upright, the ground spread out.
Looking directly at Haier, Urahanajiro suddenly felt something in his heart.
Haer just held the handle of the knife downwards with his right hand. His palm seemed to be barely able to hold the handle of the knife, dragging the entire Yingluo half. The knife followed him, dripping blood on the ground.
Urahana Jiro felt that his momentum, which had killed hundreds of people, was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushing past, without affecting the dull look of horror on his face at all.
Haer seemed to have walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, dragging his sword, staring at the starry sky, overlooking all things, with a feeling of calm facing destruction and rebirth.
Seeing Urahana Jiro wondering, how could this guy not be affected by his own aura? After all, he was a well-known hundred-man slayer in the area. He once had a record of killing hundreds of people. Once he glared at any gangster, his aura would be enough to scare him. People peed their pants.
It must be that this kid doesn't understand how terrible he is.
In terms of killing power, when Hal first traveled to the Pacific Rim, he had killed more than eight million extremely evil people. When he traveled to the Transformers universe for the second time, he created seven layers of golden barriers, affecting those who died. It has reached the above, and the most active one is to destroy Krypton and kill all the people on the planet. So far, the number of people killed has exceeded one billion.
Urahana Jiro, who thought he had some murderous aura after just killing a hundred people, was really no better than a breeze in front of Haile.
At least the breeze could caress Haile's face and bring him a cool feeling.
"Do you know what kind of sword this is?"
If there is no reaction, then there will be no reaction.
You can't blame the child for being slow to react.
Urahanajiro softly chanted, with an expression on his face that made others look up in admiration, and his light eyes revealed his cherishment and pride for his beloved sword.
"Could it be... Zanpakuto!" Haile said with a serious face as he moved forward without any delay.
If it is really a Zanpakutō, then this guy is really not alone.
He must be prepared and test the distance between this body and the sword.
If not, why are you bragging?
"Choke·········"
Urakajiro's heart suddenly burst out with a suffocating breath, which was held in his heart and throat, unable to flow freely)
Do you kid know what a Zanpakutō is?
It was a Zanpakutō that was trained by the Seireitei, the highest authority in the Soul Society, by issuing shallow attacks. It is a weapon that only the God of Death has.
It is a symbol of status and nobility, and is not something that poor people like us have.
What Urahana Jiro wanted to say was that his sword was a weapon made for him by his elder brother who was promoted to the God of Death. It was indestructible and so sharp that his tongue was cut even if it didn't reach the knife. It was so sharp and beautiful, and it deserved it. Come to me, a sword named Ocho.
After being asked this question, Urakajiro continued to introduce his favorite sword.
After all, compared with the Zanpakutō, this sword of mine is indeed several levels higher.
"Ignorant child!"
Urakajiro snorted coldly, and the suffocated anger in his heart turned into anger, and he pointed at Haier with a knife, "There is no need to say too much, let me, with my big sword, send you to be buried with Dongdu." .”
After speaking in a cold tone, Urakajiro narrowed his eyes and slashed diagonally at Haier with his long sword.
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"It turns out it's not a Zanpakutō."
Haier was disappointed, thinking that a Zanpakutō would wander around in this remote area.
He slanted his body and passed Urakajiro's slash. He had no intention of a big fight. Seeing that Urakajiro also had some strength, Haile's strength was just a little stronger and he wanted to resolve the fight quickly.
The cherry blossoms rose up from below and met Urahana Jiro's contemptuous and indifferent smile. In an instant, they trembled into a phantom halfway, as if there were countless cherry blossoms falling in front of Urahana Jiro's eyes.
Just like the name of the sword, it is as ethereal and scattered as cherry blossoms. It is beautiful and diverse, making people feel like they are among the falling cherry blossoms, and they fall together with the falling cherry blossoms.
Urahana Jiro's eyes were confused. He saw himself dancing among the cherry blossoms. He felt the cold light of the knife shaving off his clothes and the cold touch cutting his own blood. He was frightened and horrified.
"instant!"
When Urakajiro was in danger, he used the death skill taught to him by his elder brother Urakaichiro, the god of death. In a blink of an eye, he escaped from the group of Haile's falling Sakura knives, set off a gust of air, and stepped back to stand on the straw mat. ,
Pu Hua looked around and couldn't help but be horrified. She saw that her chest and abdomen had been cut out, and white fibers and flesh were revealed. Blood was flowing out from the bone-breaking wounds. Her clothes had become strips of cloth and were stuck to her body. The clothes on her left arm were No luck either.
This Yingluo sword completely blocked the left, right, up and down sword techniques. The only chance was to retreat, and he had to retreat quickly. If he didn't have the unique skill of Shunpo, if he retreated quickly, he would be completely cut into pieces.
"Use the escape method just now again."
Haier glanced at it and saw that Urakajiro's instant step was a clever use of the power of spiritual energy.
I happen to lack the understanding and utilization skills of the energy of spirit children.
He held Yingluo in his hand and stepped forward calmly.
Although he just saw Urakajiro perform Shunpo, Haier's concern was not with Urakajiro's use of Shunpo. He just wanted to kill him quickly and solve the problem. He did not fully see the skill of Shunpo. It's a pity.
Urahana Jiro raised his head to look at the oncoming attacker, feeling chilled in his heart. He already knew that just relying on his swordsmanship skills was totally beyond the control of this kid.
The Yingluo sword technique that blocked the upper, lower, left and right sides was completely unstoppable.
Which sword master in this world died and came to Soul Society? But the child in front of me is only seven or eight years old, so he has such incredible swordsmanship skills!
The rolling skin and flesh on his chest aroused Urakajiro. With a sullen face, he held up his sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the oncoming Hail, and said coldly: "You angered me. This is something that only the God of Death can do. The skills he possesses will kill anyone who sees them.”
"You have no life left)"
Chapter 286 Anyone who sees it will die
