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Blood splattered everywhere, Jian Ba ​​held the sword and staggered twice before he stood firm. He gasped and said in surprise: "What trick is this?"

"Flying Swordsmanship! The sword technique I used just now, pursues the ultimate speed. The Jedi counterattack the moment you hit me is an impossible move to dodge." Duke explained. The so-called swordsmanship is nothing more than three words: fast, ruthless, and accurate. The Feitian Swordsmanship even puts the "fast" and "ruthless" into the limit, and the first-class speed that exceeds the limit, coupled with its powerful attack moves, makes people unstoppable.

"Hahaha……"

Jian Ba ​​smiled for a while, lowered his head and looked at the scars on his body, then looked up at Duke in front of him, and the excitement in his eyes became even stronger: "Although I don't understand it very well, it is undoubtedly an amazing move. No one can cut me in a long time, you are indeed a powerful guy."

"Thank you for your praise, but I won't show mercy."

"That's really a plea! This kind of battle makes my blood boil, let's get more fierce!" With a shout, Jianba rushed towards Duke, waving the Zanpakura in his hand, slashing it again and again, fast and cruel and untiring. Jianba laughed wildly, with dense and small scars covering his body, and he didn't know how much blood was shed. But he didn't care, or he was still happy with it. This is normal. With his strong spiritual pressure and physique, the wounds did not pose any threat.

"As you wish, don't die." Duke saw that Jian Ba ​​was in his twenties, and there was still a big difference from the future. He must have been a long time since he became the captain of the 11th Team, and his great potential has not yet been explored. Even so, he is still a very terrible opponent. There is nothing to hide when facing this monster.

"Flying the Sword Flow! Dragon Hammer Flash!"

"Long Xiang flashes!"

"Dragon hammer flash!"

"Two dragons flash!"

"Flying Dragon Flash!"

The sunset fell, and the sword light surged into the sky in the desert, slashing across dozens of meters, illuminating a large open space. Duke looked at Jian Ba ​​who was lying on the ground and bleeding profusely, gasping for breath to put away the Zanpakura. After using so many secrets, his right hand holding the knife was a little numb.

"I hope you have good luck, but don't die like this... It's not..."

Before Duke finished speaking, his eyes widened and looked at Jian Ba ​​standing up in disbelief. Jian Ba ​​was covered in blood, his knife wounds rolled up his skin, and there were even a few places where he could see the white bones. This kind of injury that could not defeat Jian Ba ​​did not wake up something that was buried deep in his heart.

Spiritual Pressure! The indescribable powerful spiritual pressure swept over the sky! An extremely strong spiritual pressure emanated from Jian Ba's body. This spiritual pressure was a world of difference compared to before. It was as thick as a sea falling in the sky. All objects in their sight made wail in the depths of their souls, trees and rocks squeaked and collapsed into debris.

"This can also be considered spiritual pressure... What a joke?" Duke's hand holding the knife was trembling, unable to believe the situation in front of him. He knew that although Jian Ba ​​could not solve it, he had one of the best spiritual pressures among all the captains, but this was too exaggerated. Duke's conceited spiritual pressure had reached the captain level, but in the face of this spiritual pressure, the spiritual pressure he was proud of was as ridiculous as a child, and it was so worth mentioning.

"I think I remembered something for you, but that doesn't matter anymore. Now let's start the second round!" Jianba carried the Zanpakura and walked towards Duke step by step. With each step, his momentum increased by one point.

‘You can’t let him continue, otherwise I will really die!’ Duke forced his hands and feet to stop trembling, and under the devastating pressure of Jianba, he focused on his energy and waved the most dazzling blow.

"Flying the Sword Flow! Nine-headed Dragon Flash!"

The basic nine slashing directions of swordsmanship include straight slashing on the head, diagonally down from right to left, diagonally down from left to right, horizontally down from left to right, horizontally down from left to right, diagonally up from left to right, diagonally up from right to left, from bottom to top, and straight to the throat. Duke used the speed of flying sword flow to launch a slash from nine directions in an instant, making Jian Ba ​​unable to defend or avoid.

"puff--"

The figures intertwined, and the sword light accompanied by blood. Duke turned his head and looked behind him. All nine slashes hit. Faced with the slash that exceeded the limit, Jian Ba ​​did not react at all...or Jian Ba ​​reacted but could not dodge, so he used his body to force the nine slashes to follow.

Duke left a cold sweat on his forehead, and the touch from the Zanpakura scared him. Feitian swordsmanship could only barely break through the spiritual pressure on Jianba's body, leaving nine subtle traumas, which were not even a minor injury.

"Your sword is indeed fast, but it's not enough, your strength is not enough!!!" Jianba stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on his arm, and a crazy smile appeared on his face: "Is this kind of small injury a child fight? Don't tell me that's the level of it! You should be more fierce, you can do it! Come on, kill me with the strongest slash!"

Duke stood on the spot in shock. He remembered clearly that the battle between Kenhachi and Ichigo and Tenblade Neutra was definitely not so powerful at that time.

"What are you doing? Have you lost your fighting spirit? That's too boring..." After Mu Jianba said that, he disappeared from the spot immediately, appeared above Duke's head, and slashed it with a fierce knife.

"Tianxianglong flashes!"

At the moment of life and death, at the moment when Jian Ba's sword fell, Duke woke up in time and used the fastest and strongest secret of Feitian sword flow. Tianxianglong flash is a super-speed sword drawing technique faster than divine speed, and a faster sword move than any opponent.

The gorgeous sword light shone across the night sky without slashing the touch of flesh. Duke, who was holding the knife, just looked at Jianba holding his Zanpakura and the grim smile at the corner of his mouth.

‘Impossible, Tianxiang Long Shuang was caught by his bare hands…’ The brain has lost the ability to command his own actions, and he stood there like a wood. How could it be? He is more Mu Jianba? Is he a lie? It’s completely different from the moment, it’s like he’s reborn. Whether it’s speed, strength, or reaction, it’s completely different. Even the spiritual pressure has been raised to an unattainable level. What’s going on?

"Is this your strongest blow? It's really fast, but the strength is too poor!" Jian Ba ​​licked his lips, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If it's this level, then it's over!"

The serrated blade raised high fell down, and from Duke's shoulder to lower abdomen, a terrifying wound was cut out diagonally. Blood was splattering across Jian Bayi's body. Duke paused for a moment, slowly fell to the ground, a large amount of blood was lost, and his spiritual pressure was also decreasing sharply.

"What! I thought I could escape... it was too boring!" Jian Ba ​​licked the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, looked at the dying Duke, and turned around and left.

‘So strong…so fast…’

‘It’s so cold…I’m going to die… It turns out that death is like this… I’m really unwilling to accept it…’

‘Obviously there are still many things I want to do…’

‘Sorry, everyone, I might have to go one step first…’

His pupils gradually dilate, Duke's consciousness began to diverge, everything became blurred, and darkness enveloped his world! He wandered in the dark space, drifting with the flow and wondering where he went, his heavy eyelids became increasingly difficult to support, and the candlelight of life gradually faded away.

"When will you sleep? Why don't you call out my name quickly!" The cold and arrogant female voice spoke slowly, like a dream, like a faint orchid in her ears.

"Who is it?" Duke opened his eyes, and the surroundings were still dark for thousands of years.

"You know, say my name!" A cold white wrist cut through the darkness like a bright white moonlight and gently stroked Duke's cheek.

"Your name?" Duke tried to see the woman's face through the darkness, but could only see a little outline, the outline shrouded in darkness.

"My Lord! This world is so dark. When do you want this place to continue until I have been waiting, looking forward to your light shining and dispelling this boundless darkness." The woman's figure became clearer and clearer. She reached out to hold Duke, and her white plain hand held Duke tightly and confided.

"Your name?" Duke murmured with his eyes closed, scenes flashed through his mind. Countless memories were broken and crumpled into balls, forming another piece. He lay quietly in this flowing river, recalling the names deep in his soul.

"My Lord, I've always been by your side. Call it out, my name!" The woman's face was revealed. How beautiful it was! A head of black hair like silk satin fluttered in the wind, her slender eyebrows, her eyes were like stars like the bright moon, her delicate nose, her cold purple thin lips, her flawless face, her face as crystal clear as jade, her skin as ice and snow. She was wearing white plain clothes, her figure was light and beautiful, and she was extraordinary. As she looked around, she had a elegant and luxurious temperament. She was really a noble and holy goddess!

"Speak up, my name is..."

"I remembered that your name is..."

...

boom--------

The spiritual pressure that soared into the sky blew away the clouds in the sky, and the passionate sword intent that rose from the ground pierced the sky. The sea covering the sky was poked out a hole and could not be calmed down for a long time. Jian Ba ​​turned around and took a few steps, and was frightened by the terrible spiritual pressure that broke out behind him. He suddenly turned around and saw Duke standing up again with a Zanpakura. The spiritual pressure emanated from him, emitting endlessly.

"You are not dead yet?" Jian Ba ​​was stunned for a moment, and burst out with spiritual pressure that was even stronger than before, and then laughed wildly: "It's this kind of momentum. I know that you are the guy I have been waiting for for a long time!"

Duke calmly, raised a faint smile, gently stroked the Zanpakura like he was treating his lover, raised it in front of his chest and pondered:

"Let's shine brightly into the world - the moon in the morning and night!"

boom--------

The spiritual pressure broke out, and the hurricane swept the sky and the ground like a hurricane passing through. Jianba was standing in front of him with one hand, forced back by the spiritual pressure, and his feet plowed out two deep ditches on the ground. After the hurricane, Duke's clothes did not change at all, but the Zanpakura in his hand changed from short to long, and the blade exuded a hazy and swaying moonlight, corresponding to the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

"I've been waiting for a long time, the second round begins." Duke wiped his hand with one hand, and the wound from his shoulder to his lower abdomen healed in an instant. His sharp black eyes stared at Jian Ba ​​tightly, cold and aloof but arrogant, exuding the power of looking down on everything alone.

"The wound has disappeared, it's interesting... Is the Zanpakura's ability? That means you are more resistant to chopping!" Jianba was not afraid of this, but instead became fierce and slashed at Duke's head with one step.
Chapter completed!