Chapter 337: I really want to be stronger

"No Mingshen MerrySuzaku!"
Red, flame, phoenix!
In the sacred brilliance, the red fire feathers flew high, and the phoenix was surrounded by golden firelight, like a small sun hanging in the sky.
Duke raised the knife with his right hand and pointed it diagonally at the ground. The phoenix flapped its wings behind him, and its tail feathers danced with the wind. The soaring sword aura is intertwined with an unyielding will, and the combination of the two makes his aura to a higher level.
Jianba's face was ecstatic, Mao Zhihua's mouth chuckled. Both of them had experienced this trick and knew its terrible. This phoenix, like Duke, will resurrect from the abyss of death no matter how many times it is beheaded.
In terms of pure swordsmanship alone, the "Ignorance God Merry Suzaku" has reached its peak, like a god, looking high above all beings.
but……
"That's how it is interesting!"
Jianpachi stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from his shoulder, and sent it into his mouth. The smell of blood stimulated the taste buds, and a sensation of pleasure instantly hit the whole body, as if pouring gasoline on the flame, making him excited and unable to hold himself.
"I'm on it first!"
Jianba screamed, his toes stepped heavily on the ground, his figure resembling a cannonball, pulled down a shadow in the sky, and instantly rushed in front of Duke.
Can't kill? Indestructible?
It doesn't matter, just cut it first!
Jianba stepped to the top of Phoenix's head. The super fast speed made his face distorted, his facial features were blurred, he could only see the outline clearly, and he was as hideous and terrifying as a ghost.
Kenpachi raised his right shoulder, and the long sword dragged behind him danced into a semicircle and slashed heavily. In an instant, golden spiritual pressure gushed out, soaring more than once, and a golden giant sword suddenly smashed across the air.
The phoenix groaned softly, and sporadic sparks sprinkled with its wings spread out in the sky, facing the golden sword blade across the sky. The red firelight, the golden giant blade, the sky was filled with gold and red, and the roar of spiritual pressure collided through the night sky.
The earth was trembling, the sky was collapsing, and the huge blade slashed straight down, splitting the phoenix into two and falling on the ground, instantly stirring up boundless winds and waves.
Ding! ! !
The crisp sound of the two swords cried, accompanied by the collision of Jianba and Duke Zanpaku! The two looked at each other, and both saw the extremely hot desire to win in each other's eyes.
The two long swords were in a stalemate, and the cracked earth cracked every inch, and the cracks burst out to a hundred meters away in a flash. The spiritual pressure impacted in a small area, and when it bounced, it destroyed all directions, and the ground was cut off several layers.
Duke's arm burst into blue veins, one hand was against Jianba's long sword, and the other hand was on Jianba's shoulder. The latter's huge spiritual pressure actually suppressed the resurrection of the Phoenix.
However, the flame may be extinguished, but the hidden fire will last forever. On the shoulders of Jianba, a cluster of red light will last forever.
"Feel it! The vitality of the Phoenix..."
Duke pointed and touched the flame, sending it into the boundless spiritual pressure, the sparks of fire were immediately flared, and the sparks burned more and more intensely, and soon ignited a huge flame. In the overwhelming fire, the immortal Suzaku was reborn from the ashes, spreading its wings again.
Jianba's heart shuddered, and he saw the flames surround him in all directions. In the flames, the Suzaku, which had been turned into ashes, was reborn from the ashes, spreading its wings again, and rushing towards him like a meteor.
Jianba gave a grinning laugh, without evasive, raising the knife against the hot claws to chop, the blade against the sharp beak of the Suzaku. Under the scorching fire waves, his spiritual pressure was like spring snow under the blazing sun, being quickly melted.
"Get away from me"
Jian Ba ​​Yang burst out and shouted, and the golden spiritual pressure soared into the sky, and the burst of spiritual pressure exceeded the speed of being melted by the Phoenix. The weather is invincible, the sky and the earth, as if nothing can stop him.
"Merry Wuming God·White Tiger!!"
Sword Qi flashed in Duke's eyes, and saw the sword light cut off, a black and white and two-color tiger, wrapped in the boundless wind, tusks and claws like tearing sword energy, suddenly rushed towards Jianba.
The Phoenix also waved its wings and came to the left and right side by side with the white tiger.
"Come on! Let's fight--"
Jianba was not afraid of danger, not the slightest fear, but was excited and laughed wildly. Assuming a posture of holding the sword in both hands, raising it above his head, stepping forward with one leg, the time freezes, and the blade will drop to the ground in the next second.
Reiatsu! At the moment of the explosion, the magnificent spiritual pressure like the sea is unfathomable, with no end in sight!
The golden sword light blew away the phoenix in an instant, the red flame was annihilated in nothing, and was extinguished again.
Roar----
Tigers are in the air!
Jianba gasped, turned around and raised the knife to hold the white tiger's claws. The old force had just gone and the new force was not born, and he was dragged by the white tiger before the deadlock for a second, rushing to a thousand meters away, breaking walls and plowing out Long straight gully.
Immediately after the white light flashed, the gust of wind burst, and the white tiger roared, turning into boundless sword energy, and wrapped Jianba's whole body, the sword intent of the bombardment suddenly exploded, the aftermath of the impact spread out like ripples, and the surrounding buildings mirrored like pieces Shattered.
The dust was scattered, Jianba stood up hard with the broken sword, blood flowed through two huge tears in the chest cavity, and the shoulder bones and ribs were broken. But there was no fear on his face, but he seemed even more excited. The more fierce the battle, the more excited he became. The blood was the catalyst for him, and this level of battle simply made him excited and unsustainable.
It is a pity that he is not Duke, and his badly injured body is so exhausted that he can't move. The strong willpower made him move a step slightly, but the necrotic nerves blocked him from moving forward, and he staggered and fell to the ground.
"Obviously it is such a wonderful battle, but I..." Jianba tilted his head and looked at the broken knife in his hand, deeply disappointed.
Not reconciled!
"I want to fight, I want to become stronger..." For Jianpachi and other madmen who are addicted to fighting like life, letting him watch others fighting on the side is tantamount to suffering and torture.
Yaqianliu walked to Jianba's body, squatted down and poked at him: "Little Jian, are you okay?"
"It's Yaqianliu..." Jianba stared at the Zanpo Dao in his hand.
"Is Xiaojian not reconciled because he lost?" Yaqianliu found a branch from some unknown location and poked Jianba's face.
"That guy has become stronger, but I'm still standing there. I finally met someone stronger than me, but I..." Jianpachi covered his face, tears streaming down: "I really want to be stronger !"
"Yes!" Ya Qianliu threw away the branch in his hand and reached out to touch Jianba's broken knife: "I know Xiaojian you are the strongest!"
"Really!" Jianpachi murmured, raising the broken knife against the scorching sun in the sky, and the sun left a deep shadow on his face.
"Can you tell me your name?" Jianpachi's eyes closed tightly: "The pain without a name...I have forgotten for a long time...Perhaps you have your own ideas, but then tell me...your name !"
The sun is still dazzling, the wind is calm and the waves are calm, Zan Po Dao is indifferent.
"Still not working!?" Jianpachi heard the fierce fighting between Duke and Uozhihua in the distance, and covered his face in pain: "Damn it, I really want to keep getting stronger, I really want to fight!"
Yaqianliu opened his innocent eyes and blinked at Jianba, who was losing too much blood and gradually falling asleep, and reached out his hand to stroke the broken knife again.
"Xiaojian, you want to be strong so much, why don't you say her name? Her name is..."
...
Ding! Ding! Ding------
Duke swung his knife down, and the new moon was blocked by Maozhihua, and the violent wind blew away the dust. Every time the two of them touched their swords, they rolled up fierce swords and fell down like a rain curtain. The surrounding ground was turned over. The streets of Seireitei were messy, like a battlefield after intensive bombardment. There are only crisscross cutting marks.
Ding!
Duke pointed his sword on the flaw in the Foil's move, flipped his hand and slashed, pressing down with both arms. The huge power is like a mountain, Mao Zhihua only feels the bones creaking and wailing all over her body, and the raised long knife is constantly being pushed down until the synodic moon falls on her shoulder.
The sharp blade pierced the skin~EbookFREE.me~ The red blood was soaked in Haori, Uozhihua's complexion remained unchanged, and the burst of spiritual pressure resisted it. Under those eyes that are as quiet as a lake, the undercurrent surging, seems to be...excited!
"Captain, you can't beat me! Whether it's swordsmanship or Zanpaku's ability, I know you well." Duke was enthusiastic about fighting two swordsmanship masters in a row, and couldn't help but let go of his mouth: "Why just now? If you don’t join forces with Kenpachi, and the three are fighting, shouldn’t you let the strongest one out first?"
"When did you give birth to the illusion that you are the'strongest'!" Uozhihualie looked at Duke indifferently, but his delicate arm was raised against Duke for two points.
"These years, I haven't pulled down my practice!" Mao Zhihualie's eyes flashed murderously, pushing up the synodic moon, and turning his wrist with a sword to pierce Duke's heart.
brush!
Sword Qi pierced the distant wall, Duke stepped back two steps, touched the torn death tyrant on his chest, and smiled maliciously: "It's dangerous. He was almost killed by his captain."
(End of this chapter)