"S-Damn it, you bastard!"
He stood up and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Nnoitra's eyes were full of unwillingness. Even after liberation, wouldn't he still have an advantage
"Why, are you depressed like this? No, NO.5."
With his hands hanging down naturally, Kimura Muyang said softly while slowly walking towards Nnoitra.
"Fight to the death!"
Phew~
The body flashed and appeared directly in front of Noitra. Kimura Muyang swung his sword, and blood suddenly flowed out.
"Well"
Glancing at the wound on his shoulder, Neutra was stunned for a moment, then a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and he waved the weapon in his hand almost desperately.
when!
Blocking Neutra's attack casually, Kimura Muyang tapped his feet a few times and quickly escaped from the battle.
"The wound is so shallow. I thought it would be enough to immobilize you. Your skin is really thick!"
"You really dare to talk nonsense. My steel skin is the hardest among the ten blades. If you can cut through my steel skin, you are already worthy of pride."
"The hardest steel skin? It's nothing more than that. This kind of thing is very easy to cut."
With a bit of contempt on his face, Kimura Muyang appeared in front of Nnoitra in a flash. The Zanpakuto in his hand seemed to be swung casually, but it left a mark on Nnoitra's steel skin, which is known as the hardest. There was a deep scar.
"I thought you couldn't dodge, you are the thickest No. 5."
After retracting his Zanpakutō and looking at Nnoitra, whose blood was flowing from his body, Kimura Muyang mocked.
"You bastard, go to hell!"
With a roar, Nnoitra's body suddenly rushed towards Kimura Muyang, with four weapons dancing in the air.
Uh-huh!
On one side of the body, one of Neutra's arms was cut off with a knife, and Kimura Muyang's Zanpakuto was immediately locked by Neutra's two arms.
"Chance!"
Suddenly there was a flash of light in his eyes, and Nnoitra raised his free arm high, and swung the huge scythe down in his hand.
Snapped!
Reaching out and grabbing Nnoitra's arm, Kimura Muyang's face was calm. It was impossible to defeat him by this method.
"Death! Death!"
The last arm was grabbed by Kimura Muyang, but Nnoitra did not feel frustrated at all. Instead, the light in his eyes became more intense. He shouted loudly, and an arm suddenly came from Nnoitra's hand. He stretched out his body and stabbed Kimura Muyang's chest with a claw.
"snort!"
The left hand holding Neutra's arm suddenly exerted force, and Kimura Muyang pulled off the opponent's arm. The arm was torn off, and even Enoitra's nerves twitched involuntarily on her face.
After tearing off Nnoitra's arm, Kimura Muyang grabbed the sickle in the opponent's hand and lifted it upward. The blade of the sickle passed through Nnoitra's hand that suddenly stretched out from his body, cutting it into two pieces.
Raising his left hand high, the huge scythe spun in a circle on Kimura Muyang's palm. The sharp blade pointed downwards, aiming at Neutra's head. A cold glint flashed through Kimura Muyang's eyes.
A sense of crisis arose in his heart, and the biological instinct caused Nnoitra's body to react instead of his mind. He kicked his feet and jumped directly behind.
Huh~
boom! !
A sharp blade flashed in front of him, and the huge sickle struck the ground, causing a huge crack.
"With this kind of destructive power, who is the monster?"
Looking at the bottomless crack in front of him, a drop of cold sweat slid down Nnoitra's face. A feeling of escape suddenly arose in his heart. If it weren't for the dignity in his heart, he would have run away now. .
"You're shaken inside."
Noticing Neutra's performance, Kimura Muyang said, the wavering in the other party's eyes could not be hidden from his eyes.
"Wasted? How can such a thing exist? I am Ten Blades. I want to kill you!"
A layer of golden spiritual pressure appeared on the body, and Nnoitra's arms chopped off by Kimura Muyang instantly recovered, each arm holding a huge scythe.
"You should know that the number is meaningless to me. It's stupid to waste your spiritual pressure on this!"
Seeing Nnoitra's new arms, Kimura Muyang shook his head.
"Asshole, watch me kill you!"
Uh-huh! ! !
Nnoitra screamed loudly, but before his body could make any move, a green sword light suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes.
There was no time to think or take any action. In just an instant, Nnoitra was completely submerged in the cyan sword light. At the last moment, what was reflected in his eyes was a brilliant sword light.
Click!
Putting the Zanpakutō back into his waist, Kimura Muyang turned around and rushed towards Suzuki Nan. Because I wasted a little time fighting Nnoitra on a whim, I don't know what the situation is now, but if it's Nan, there should be no problem.
However, the fiftieth blade can only go so far.
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"Hey, hey, hey, let me tell you, this Death God sister, please stop chopping. It's very annoying. How about we just wait here for the result?"
"What a joke!"
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, Suzuki Nan moved his steps, his body quickly appeared in front of Xu, and chopped it off with a single knife.
"I told you not to cut anymore, Sister Death. I'm tired of hiding here and there like this."
The figure originally slashed by Suzuki Nan suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in another direction. Xu, named Don Quixote, waved his hand to Suzuki Nan and said with a helpless expression on his face.
"Damn it, this guy is so fast. I can't catch up with him at my speed. Every attack he makes will be avoided and I can't do any harm to him. But this guy never attacks me actively. He just It will catch up with me and pretend to attack when I want to leave the battlefield."
"Damn it! I have never encountered such an enemy before. With his speed, if he wants to attack me, I won't be able to resist him in time. What is he thinking?"
Looking at the Hollow opposite, Suzuki Nan felt helpless. This Hollow with red and black hair had been blocking her here for a while. Lucia's spiritual pressure over there was getting weaker and weaker. If you can't rush there as soon as possible,
"Hey, hey, how are you? Sister Death, how have you considered my suggestion? Let's just stay here and wait for the outcome of the battle between Brother Death and Lord Nnoitra over there."
"Sir Nnoitra?"
Hearing the name of Nnoitra from Kyon opposite him, a trace of doubt flashed in Suzuki Nan's eyes.
"Aren't you Ten Blades?"
"Hey, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I'm really sorry, but that's because you attacked me when you came up, so I didn't have time to introduce myself. Well, my name is Don Quixote, and I'm just an ordinary bastard. You know, the Ten Blades and so on are all a bunch of fighting madmen, and I am not one of them."
"I see, is it just an ordinary Arrancar?"
Suzuki Nan's face suddenly became calm.
"The situation with Rukia-chan can't wait any longer. Although I really don't want to use such abilities, there is no other way. The situation is urgent."
"Um?"
Don Quixote suddenly stopped chattering, with a nervous expression on his face, as if he felt something.
"Jing Zhongyue!"
After whispering three words in his mouth, Suzuki Nan suddenly closed his eyes, his face was calm, and he seemed to have given up action. However, the moment Suzuki Nan closed his eyes, Don Quixote suddenly had a feeling of being seen through. Everything from the inside out was seen through.
"How is this going!"
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Although Suzuki Nan closed his eyes, Don Quixote could feel that she was looking at him, observing him from all angles. He even felt that his whole heart was being seen through.
"It is commendable. Although you say that you are not a Ten Blades, I think your strength is no less than Ten Blades. It's good to be able to feel these."
The pupils suddenly shrank, and Don Quixote was shocked. What on earth was going on with this god of death, as if he could see through his own heart.
"It's just what you think. See through your heart."
"How is that possible! You're not"
"Have I not already understood the swastika? Why does my ability still change? This is also part of my swastika, but because I don't like this ability, I don't usually use it. This ability to see through other people's hearts is not Is it despicable?”
'You're kidding, look into other people's hearts'
"It's not a joke, I can see your heart clearly now. Because I don't like it, normally even a swastika would not use such an ability, but Kimura gave me this ability. A new name - 'Jing Zhongyue'. Although I don't like this ability, I like the name Kimura gave him."
"Let the fight continue, Mr. Arrancar."
With his eyes still closed, Suzuki Kusu held the Zanpakutō in his hand and walked towards Don Quixote at an unhurried pace.
'what to do? This guy can see through my thoughts, so no matter what I'm thinking, I can't escape her detection. Continue to avoid like before? no! She will see through my actions and know where I will end up in advance, and she will never be able to escape. '
"This won't work, you're hesitant."
He lifted his steps, and when he landed again, he was already in front of Don Quixote. A cold light flashed on the Zanpakutō in Suzuki Kusu's hand.
hateful!
With a sway of his feet, Don Quixote's body moved to one side to avoid Suzuki Kusu's slashing attack.
"The fourth broken path, Bai Lei!"
With one slash, Suzuki Nan kept moving and suddenly pointed her hand in a direction, and a white lightning shot out from her fingertips.
Phew~
The figure flashed, and Don Quixote seemed to have deliberately bumped into Suzuki Kusu's path, and was penetrated by white lightning on his shoulder, leaving a scar.
"It's really unfortunate that I encountered this kind of ability."
(End of chapter)