Vol 12 Chapter 76: improve

This skillful use skill, and one's own fighting skills, must be improved.
"Each subtle change of Zanpakudao represents the state of Liubian Ruohuo under different circumstances!" The burning man slowly walked over.
"You have to be accurate and proficient in knowing what impact the environment has on Liubianruohuo!"
"Whether there is a negative impact, then how can we play the biggest attack when the negative impact occurs."
The burning man walked in front of Mulin and was silent for a moment: "Like your skill this time, if it is correct, it should have changed!"
Mulin nodded slightly, this time "Huoyan·Zhan" has indeed undergone tremendous changes.
The big man burning with blue and white flames glanced around the vast and desolate site, looked at the Zanpaku Knives all over the floor, and continued to speak:
"What you have to do is actually very simple, is to seriously experience the pros and cons of the various changes of Zanpakudao in the venue."
"When you become proficient, Zanpakutou will naturally disappear, if you really say it..."
The big man pointed to a Zhanpaku knife lying quietly beside the corner and said, "You can start with that one first."
Mulin followed and looked at the Zanpai knives all around, not knowing what kind of expression he should show in his eyes.
"There are eight hundred without a thousand!!!"
"Even if I can't sleep endlessly, I can't touch all the Zanpaku Sabres at once!!!"
Mullin sighed, time was too late, too nervous.
According to his own arrangement, he will go to another world in eight days.
After being silent for a while, Mullin clenched his back teeth tightly: "It doesn't matter! You will be familiar with as many as you can! I'll talk about the others later.
The big man looked at Mulin and smiled. He suddenly felt that the boy in front of him seemed pretty good as his user.
At least, he didn't lose face at all in terms of strength, but his skills were slightly lacking.
He has always been thinking about a question, how the young man in front of him has practiced his mastery in such a serious lack of skills.
The big man wanted to ask, but before he could ask, he saw Mulin walking towards the Zanpaku Knife he pointed at just now.
He didn't speak again.
"One door, open!"
Mulin controlled his strength to an open state, holding the murderous Zanpaku Knife in his hand, staring straight at the big man burning with blue and white flames.
There was a strong sense of war in his eyes.
"The knife you are holding now! Do you feel the murderous aura on its blade?"
"Zhanpakudao will be affected no matter what the situation is!"
"The knife you are holding is affected by your murderous aura!!!"
The big man spoke faintly, holding the Zanpaku Knife tightly in his powerful hand: "You have to stay awake under this murderous aura."
"The first trick is to be sober!!!"
Mulin listened carefully to the words of the big man in front of him. Although his strength was not as good as his own, there was an old saying that was good.
"Three people, there must be my teacher." No matter what kind of work, what kind of person.
All things are desirable and sigh, and the evil devil will have an unexpected side.
What's more, it is the human image incarnate in front of you.
"Well, you can attack me now!" the big man said lightly.
As soon as the voice fell, Mullin's eyes showed a trace of crazily blood red.
A knife slashed at the big man.
The big man easily avoided the "one solution" Mulin, and continued to say: "You can have killing intent, but you have to be able to not forget your fighting skills when the killing intent is overflowing."
"Bang!!!" The uncle opened the Zanpo knife in Mulin's hand.
Mullin returned to normal in an instant.
Turning his head to look at the Zanpaku knife that was picked up, Mulin frowned: "This is how emotion affects judgment??"
"In the state just now, there is nothing in my heart with Ben, only killing intent."
Closing his eyes, thinking about the knife just now, Mulin sighed softly, feeling ashamed.
"With that stab, anyone can easily kill himself!"
The big man looked at the moment Mulin was picked up, instead of turning his head and picking up the Zanpaku to continue his attack, he stopped and closed his eyes to think about his own problems.
Nodded with satisfaction.
He exclaimed in his heart: "This Mullin will definitely be the strongest in the world of Death in the future, and the Spirit King... will not be his opponent!"
The burning man looked at Mulin, the blue and white flames in his pupils kept beating, his mood was a little ups and downs, and he couldn't help thinking:
"Give Mullin a time to exercise. He will definitely be the strongest person in history."
"There is a terrible force still dormant in his body..."
After a while, Mulin opened his eyes, and slowly walked to the Zanpaku Knife that was picked up.
First, gently touch the Zan Po Dao with your fingers, and feel the killing intent of this Zan Po Dao that penetrates into your heart bit by bit.
But between Xumi, Mulin's eyes were bloodshot again, and his eyes were red.
A knife slashed at the big man again.
"Bang!!!" Mulin's Zan Po Dao was not picked up this time. The big man was slightly astonished. Looking at Mulin, he praised even more in his heart.
It's just that Mulin's hands were holding the Zanpei Knife, shaking gently.
"Strength... the strength is not completely removed!!!" The only trace of understanding left in Mulin was drowned in the murderous intent of his heart.
"Chopping", "Choosing the fly", "Chopping", "Chopping", "Chopping", "Choosing the flight"...
With such a round trip, such a persistence, constant flying, constant offensive, Mulin finally shed all the strength of the big man in the afternoon for the first time.
Standing there safe and sound, eyes full of killing intent showed a trace of comprehension, staring straight at the big man in front of him.
"It turns out that emotion is the best way to improve one's skills and strength."
"It is also the best way to weaken one's own strength."
The Zanpai knife in Mulin's hand gradually disappeared, turning into a silky blue and white flame and entering Mulin's body.
His eyes gradually became clear, he glanced at the big man in front of him, turned and walked toward another Zanpei sword with a trace of blue and white flames on its tail.
"Mulin, the Zan Poknife here is all your strength."
"They were divided into hundreds!!!"
"Each time you complete a Zanpodao, then you return to a point of strength."
Mulin looked at the big man in front of him in surprise, the Urahara Kisuke didn't tell him this! ! !
"How could this happen!!!" Mullin asked.
"I don't know." The flame-burning man's mouth twitched: "Have you never asked which guy who turned you into a divine body?"
"Then I just..." Mulin was a little surprised that his strength just now didn't seem to be affected at all! . ,,.