Draw the sword...
Senju Makoto's action of drawing the sword was not fast. It was not the kind of gesture of drawing the sword and slashing. Instead, the whole process was so slow that bystanders could clearly see every detail.
Holding the scabbard with one hand and the handle with the other, he slowly pulled out the blade with a seemingly ordinary movement!
However, looking at this scene in Mantis Daxu's eyes, it seemed as if some kind of blood-red liquid was spewing out from the scabbard crazily as the blade left its sheath.
That... seemed so illusory, so illusory that in the blink of an eye, Mantis Daxu seemed to still have the ordinary drawn sword in front of him...
It seems real, so real that Mantis Daxu can vaguely smell a sense of despair...
Mantis Daxu's eyes widened, and his four sharp forelimbs seemed to be trembling and trembling as he murmured. "What? This feeling of despair?!"
And the next moment, Mantis Daxu saw the change in Qianju Cheng's eyes...
The originally seemingly calm and amused eyes completely turned into a feeling of deathly silence, as if it were a sea of blood without any ripples!
…
At the same time, in the Maozhihua courtyard of the Fourth Division of Jinglingting.
Uzuki Hana Lie was sitting in the living room, facing the "Forest and Zizhu", his eyes were slightly lowered, and he slowly took out his Zanpakutou in his hand and wiped it carefully...
That gentle movement seemed to be wiping the skin of a loved one, until the entire Zanpakutō blade was free of dust, and Unohana Retsu sheathed the Zanpakutō again.
Maozhihualie then raised his eyes to look at "Forest and Shu", revealing a bit of sigh and reminiscence...
"Cheng, you always say that your swordsmanship is average, and even the swordsmanship taught by Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy is not as good as that of your peers, but the instinct you hide is extremely terrifying..."
"In the fight after fight, although you have not fully mastered the swordsmanship skills, your most important instinct has completely learned how to carry out a perfect fight with maximum efficiency!"
"Really, I didn't realize this at first, and thought of you as a god of death who purely loves the path of return and medical skills. It's obvious that you are the most terrifying beast in the Jingling Court..."
Having said this, Retsu Unohana paused while stroking his Zanpakutō, and said with a bit more expectation in his tone.
"When will you be able to fully reveal your instinct and fight the teacher mercilessly? That will be the highest pleasure that is unimaginable, right?!"
"What have you been putting up with? Are you unwilling to really hurt the teacher? But it's obvious that your instinct has already inadvertently stabbed the teacher countless times..."
The corner of Uozhihualie's mouth curved slightly, and he pressed his chest inadvertently with one hand, recalling scenes of bloody but also pleasant scenes in his mind.
Over fifty years...
Perhaps Unohana Retsu had the idea of teaching Senju Makoto Kendo at the beginning, and in front of the person he cherished the most, Unohana Retsu was gradually unable to suppress a certain instinct.
However, as time went by, Unohana Retsu gradually became obsessed with the constant fighting with Senju Makoto.
While Senju Makoto maintains his sanity, Senju Makoto is undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage...
However, after Senju Cheng fought to a certain extent and lost most of his rationality, his body controlled by instinct injured Unohana Retsu again and again.
The chest was penetrated again and again, and the warm liquid spurted out, always coating the entire chest!
If Senju Makoto was not in that state of irrational instinct, Unohana Retsu couldn't help but wonder if Senju Makoto was deliberately aiming at the same position every time.
As the number of fights continued to increase, Unohana Retsu could feel more and more clearly that Senju Makoto's instincts became more and more terrifying, and finally it was almost to the point where he was truly evenly matched with Unohana Retsu, who had not yet released the Zanpakutō.
Therefore, within the Fourth Division, not only did Senju Makoto take regular sick leave almost every month, Unohana Retsu lived in seclusion and paid little attention to the team affairs of the Fourth Division, but he also spent almost half of the month bleeding. s reason.
"After all, it's almost the time that Cheng used to fight every month."
"Maybe Cheng doesn't even realize it himself? His body may have become accustomed to this interval of releasing instincts. If he draws the sword at this time..."
…
Hueco Mundo.
As Senju Makoto subconsciously chose to draw the sword under some impulse, his whole person seemed to have entered a state of excitement, bloodthirsty and unusual calm.
Reason for holding a knife?
The purpose of holding a knife?
Of course, it is to kill the thing in front of you and enjoy the killing!
Rationality was not completely lost, but the moment Senju Makoto drew his sword, he inexplicably felt that there was no need to think...
It's obviously just a matter of instinct, so why bother thinking about it?
Just like, no human being has ever deliberately thought about whether the next breath of the body is necessary and reasonable!
But at this moment, Mantis Daxu, who was standing in front of Qianju Cheng, seemed to feel a certain kind of bloody despair that was almost completely surrounding him, wrapping around him and dragging him to hell.
Finally, it was as if some invisible pressure had broken through the critical point of Mantis Daxu's will. With his eyes blood red, Mantis Daxu did not turn around and run away, but instead roared hysterically and rushed towards Qianju Cheng.
"Are you kidding?! Fighting in the face of despair, this is the true meaning of fighting!"
The Mantis Daxu was laughing wildly in despair, and the spiritual pressure it erupted faintly increased again, almost reaching the critical point of touching the higher-level Vastod-level Daxu.
The four sharp forelimbs erupted with some kind of bright light under the huge amount of spiritual pressure, and crashed down towards Senju Cheng from different angles with an aura that ripped everything apart.
"Swish swish swish~"
Under the dark night, the four giant sickle-shaped sharp forelimbs were almost comparable to four streams of light, instantly engulfing Qian Shucheng, and set off four terrifying waves of air to vent in all directions...
"boom!!!"
At the same time, the sea of sand in four different directions behind Senju Makoto was split into four giant ravines, and huge amounts of white sand rose into the sky like countercurrent waterfalls.
And among the countless sky-high sands, the movements between Mantis Daxu and Qianju Cheng seemed to be completely frozen...
The next moment, when the huge amount of white sand that surged up against the sky reached its highest point and fell again like a heavy rain, the four sharp forelimbs of the Mantis Daxu slowly slipped from their roots and fell onto the desert.
