Bleach: Stir Up the Situation - Vol 2 Chapter 676

“So, is there really someone who deliberately seals his own power in order to be able to keep fighting with a person, just to be able to keep fighting?” Yue Dao asked with an unbelievable expression on his face: “Aren’t you also Jiudai Jianba? Is it? So, you also have this idea?”

Hong Jiang was expressionless: “I don’t have the idea of ​​asking for trouble, and I would rather fight than fight.”

You are quite weird…, Yue Dao secretly complained in his heart, just as he was about to say something, a strange feeling suddenly hit his heart.

It’s as if I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, and if I take another step forward, I will fall into the bottomless abyss.

He wanted to retreat, but his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he could only stand alone and desperately on the edge of the cliff.

“You, do you feel it?”

Hong Jiang nodded, “I didn’t expect to have a weak influence through this door.”

Seeing Yue Dao’s pale face, Hong Jiang released the spiritual pressure, and gently wrapped Yue Dao behind him, and the other party’s complexion immediately improved.

“Many, thank you.”

“I still need you. If I really need you then, don’t make any small moves and just take it as repayment.”

Yue Dao returned a smile, not sure whether he agreed or not, but Hong Jiang didn’t bother to talk to him.

Being able to penetrate the Infinite Gate will have a certain impact on Yuedao. Presumably this is Sister Hua’s **** solution. Now that this method has been used, it seems that there will be results soon.

Across the door, the whole Wujian seems to have become a world of blood. Although Zaraki still doesn’t know what the liquid that seems to cover the entire space is useful for, and it hasn’t brought him any substantial harm, he does have something in his heart. A feeling of being in danger.

It’s just that this feeling seems to have stimulated Saraki instead, he laughed happily, and the blade swept a wave of blood on the ground, rushing towards the Unohana at the end.

Maozhihua also showed joy on her face, and swiped all the things in her hand, as if splashing ink, waving a bloodstain.

Saraki slashed directly, cutting the incoming bloodstain in half, and then collided with the blade of Unoka.

Although there was no distinction this time, the two of them did not distance themselves too far from each other, at most a distance of one or two steps. After adjusting their posture, they immediately slashed at each other.

Immediately, the crisp sound of the blades colliding could be heard endlessly. Saraki, who had experienced more than how many times of life and death, seemed to be not much different from Unohana at this moment.

Neither of the two could hurt the other, but every time they attacked, they held the idea of ​​completely defeating the opponent. The fierce offensive and fiery will seemed to boil the blood around them.

But unknowingly, Saraki discovered that his arms were covered with densely packed small wounds, no, not only his arms, his whole body was covered with small wounds, and his whole body had almost turned into one with the surrounding blood.

knife wound? No, this is not a knife wound, but melting itself!

The skin melted little by little, exposing the bright red muscles and blood vessels inside.

The flesh and blood melted little by little, and he could already see the white bones in the hand holding the sword, and his whole body was slowly melting.

The pain has turned into numbness, or in other words, he can still feel the pain, but this kind of race against time, accompanied by the feeling of swinging the sword with endless pain, is really exhilarating, incomparably exhilarating.

The spiritual pressure in his body broke out, and the limp flesh and blood were simply shaken away. Half of his body had been turned into a skeleton, and he raised the knife and slashed at Uzhihua again and again.

If I don’t kill the woman in front of me within a certain period of time, I will definitely die first, right? Zaraki thought so in his heart, but he didn’t feel the slightest sense of urgency.

He can feel that this battle is different, different from all previous battles, feelings, desires, etc., everything is different.

All the parts of his body he could see were bones, and his eyes felt as if he was about to jump out at any time, but he was still standing upright, still able to control himself, or his body was swinging a knife, as long as there was support With his existence, he will not stop fighting!

Suddenly, he saw Unoka on the opposite side, who also looked like a skeleton, scary but familiar to him.

It was as if a lock was suddenly opened in my heart, and the already clear memories became completely without secrets. That’s how I fought against Unohana like this.

He remembered, remembered everything, it was this **** world that made him realize the limit, there was no way out, he could only keep moving forward, he couldn’t fall down, he could only stand and swing a knife, life and death were just a matter of a moment, but he didn’t I don’t care about these, because the feeling of wrestling with people on the edge of the cliff is so exhilarating!

It was another trance, the world was still the **** world, but he and the flower of Uno no longer looked like bones.

It’s just that Saraki no longer has any confusion in his heart, he knows, he knows that he has been sleeping all the time, and in the state of sleep, he just blindly imitated the exchange of swords and swords with Unohana in his dream.

Saraki smiled, clenched the knife in his hand, and rushed towards Unohana again.

He used to think that this kind of battle had no name, but now, thanks to the gift of Maozhihua, he finally had an epiphany.

It is not the body supporting him, not the sword, not the spiritual pressure, not even the will supporting him to fight.

What supports him to fight is the battle itself, as long as he can still fight, he will not fall easily!

The man in front of her has changed, no, it should be said that he has returned, and completely overlaps with the stunning figure she was a thousand years ago.

Unokana looked at Saragi who charged towards her with a sword, with a relieved smile on her face. The sin she had carried had been unloaded, and the time that had been stagnated began to turn again.

The notched blade had already stabbed in front of him, but Unoka did not retreat or block it, as if expecting its arrival.

Saraki Kenpachi, you know, I like fighting, I like it very much, I like it to such a degree that I can’t extricate myself.

You should know, at least I know you like fighting, and must have discovered this earlier than you.

The cold point of the knife touched the scar between the collarbone, that was the position it had reached in the past, and it was also the place where it would return now, but this time, the scar should no longer be painful, making it unbearable.

Kenpachi Saraki, you learned how to seal yourself in order to enjoy fighting forever. In order to enjoy fighting forever, I learned how to heal myself.

However, I am now quite sure that the power I have acquired is for this battle.

There can only be one Kenpachi in an era, which is an inherent law and an unavoidable fate. Because, when the strong man finds the next strong man, he will no longer be able to swing his sword for himself.

That is, the blade must be forced to choose one of the two in order to kill the next strong man, or to cultivate him.

The incomplete blade pierced the wound, but the cold touch made Unohana feel warm.

Her blade made a choice when she met that child, the boy who finally fell under her blade because of the sealed power, has the qualification to be called ‘Jianba’!

The face of the child in memory and the face of the man in front of me completely overlap, you have grown up, you can stab this place without jumping~www.mtlnovel.com~ The coldness in her eyes has dissipated, there is regret and comfort in it, The stopped time was finally set right by her, and the child who should have become Kenpachi finally took away what should have belonged to him.

Uzhihua wanted to speak, but couldn’t make a sound, so she could only bid farewell silently, and she didn’t know if this heart could be conveyed to the other party’s heart.

“Goodbye, the only man in this world who can please me.”