Swish.

The sharp sword light rushed towards Gengmu Jianba's neck. He quickly came back to his senses from the emptiness and blocked the knife.

The rock pillar behind it was crushed into pieces by the strong wind and scattered in the air.

"What's your expression? Do you think I'm dead?"

The corners of Mao Zhihua Eight Thousands of Flowing Blood covered with red blood, like lips, exuding a charming beauty, "Your knife is still too slow."

She failed to succeed and quickly retreated.

Gengmu Jianba didn't catch up.

Give her time to heal.

She held the knife in one hand and covered the wound with the other. The healed smoke rose from the wound. "I practiced and replied to it to let myself enjoy the battle forever."

Geng Mu Jianba was silent, not knowing what to say, but the battle reached this point and maybe it should end.

He likes fighting, but he doesn't like killing very much.

Once you die, you will never be able to fight or fight again, which is very boring.

"Bankai."

The flowers of Maozhi, Eight Thousands of Fragrant Blood, exuded two words, "All of them are gone."

Gululu.

The darkness shrouded above the infinite appeared scarlet red. Then, blood-colored waterfalls hang down. She floated in the air, her arms spread out, and the blades made of blood were bent in front of her, "The end of the play."

The cold spiritual pressure makes people breathless.

Geng Mu Jianba put aside his previous thoughts, like a child who got a new toy, "Hahahaha."

He smiled extremely arrogantly. It was not over, and the battle was not over.

The flowers of Maozhi Ba Qianliu also laughed and rushed towards the other party from the air, with the blood blade waving down like a soft whip.

Gengmu Jianba waved his sword upwards.

Not only did the blood blade block it, but the first half of the knife was rolled over his knife.

The most special thing about the blood blade is its free changing shape, which can be harder than steel and softer than sponge.

The changes between soft and hard can allow Mao Zhihua Ba Qianliu to fully display all the skills you master.

Let her truly do it, with one blow, and change a lot.

Gengmu Jianba could not think of these things, and he could not avoid them, and the blood blade penetrated directly through his throat.

He is not dead.

Not losing consciousness.

It was just that the flesh and blood in the throat melted and turned into white bones.

The golden spiritual pressure was like a tsunami that lifted the blood-breaking blade. He raised his sword and swung it down, and the gradually melted flesh and blood had no effect.

Even if it becomes a skeleton, as long as it can wield the blade, there will be no problem.

He just wants to fight.

The same is true for the eight thousand liquors of Maozhihua.

He can easily pick up various schools of slashing techniques. Every time he becomes familiar with one type of Mu Jianba, he will be beaten to the point where he is too irresistible to the point of being beaten by another.

The flesh and blood melted again and again and again, recovered again and again.

This time it was not her who took the initiative to help recover, but it was the ability of Bankai to do all the way.

The Bankai of Death is usually the truest self deep in the heart.

Hers are no exception.

Follow her true inner wishes, fight forever, and enjoy the joy of fighting.

Therefore, her Bankai would not theoretically kill an enemy.

The reason why it is said to be a theory is that there are too few enemies that are not afraid of after the flesh and blood melts.

Once you have fear of the melting of flesh and blood and fear of fighting, the other party will not continue to recover after melting into bones.

On the contrary, a person who is not afraid can continue to fight, and her blood blade cannot cause any damage.

Except for ghost paths.

But she doesn't know how to fight with ghosts.

Such a pleasant battle, the struggle between swords must be enjoyed well.

If you mix the ghost path, it will only cause this duel of slashing techniques to lose its original purity.

The expression of the flowers of Maozhihua Eight Thousands of Liu washed away the gloomy and murderous intent, becoming closer to the image of the fourth team, gentle and beautiful.

Rather than fighting, it is dancing, dancing gracefully at the tip of the knife of life and death, releasing her charm.

"Hahaha." Mu Jianba laughed wildly, and his fierce face rarely showed refreshing.

Very happy.

This is a feeling I've never had before.

This battle is different from any previous battle. It is so refreshing and so refreshing, as if it is not a real dream.

Isn't he really dreaming?

No, this is not a dream.

This is the battle he has always expected.

I really hope it will continue forever.

Immersed in ecstasy, Gengmu Jianba did not notice that he had already remembered all the schools of Maozhihua Baqianliu in his death again and again, and did not continue to melt.

He swung the most violent sword.

Just like, no, it is even more violent than the sword that the boy at that time waved.

The flower of Maozhi Ba Qianliu watched the sword attack, and his eyebrows were filled with gentleness.

She finally did it. After hundreds of years, she could finally hand over the position of Jianba, who was unable to hand over at that time.

An era can only allow one sword eight to exist. This is an inherent law and an inevitable fate.

When a strong man finds the next strong man, he can no longer swing his sword for himself, either killing the other person or cultivating the other person.

Her blade had already made a choice at that time.

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

The eight thousand flowers of Mao are calm and welcome death.

Bang!

The door of Wujian was forcibly kicked open from outside, breaking the tragic and epic atmosphere, "Bankai, the king attack."

Blue shields appeared in the air, covering all the sights of the eight thousand streams of Mao Zhihua and blocking the knife.

Countless people were pulling behind their backs, limbs, and pulled.

Mu Jianba could easily shake it away and move forward desperately. These shields could not stop them.

He didn't do that, but suddenly realized that if the knife continued to slash, it would be really over.

There will never be such a battle again.

He suddenly became frightened in his heart, fearing to return to his state when he was in Liuhun Street, and was alone in the darkness, boring and boring.

Such fear made him subconsciously put away the knife, which seemed to be stopped, but in fact he took the initiative to stop the attack.

"Jian Ba, thank you for stopping."

A familiar voice sounded in my ears, and Gengmu Jianba carried the knife and turned his head and said, "It's nothing, is this your Bankai?"

It's disappointing, I thought it would be a better ability."

Heimu did not chat with him too much, and he removed his shields, revealing the eight thousand streams of Maozhihua protected behind him.

After the fierce battle, her spiritual pressure was not much left, her momentum was not weak at all, and her expression was full of anger, "Hei Mu! What are you doing?"

"What identity are you using to question me? The first generation of Jian Ba ​​Mao's Flowers Eight Thousand Lifts? Or the captain of the fourth rank, Mao's Flowers Lie?"

Kuroki stopped in front of her and asked in a calm tone.

She frowned slightly, not wanting to have a useless verbal dispute, "Get out of the way, this is a duel between me and Gengmu."

"Who is the first generation of Jian Bamao's flower Baqianliu? She is worthy of ordering me?"

It would be fine if he didn't mention the duel. As soon as he mentioned it, Heimu was furious in an instant. He grabbed her hand, pulled the person into his arms, and kissed the blood-stained red lips suddenly.

!Mao Zhihua Lie's eyes were wide open and he was completely stunned.

Mu Jianba was also shocked.
Chapter completed!