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Immediately afterwards, a long whip made of hair ropes fell heavily on her, sending the already seriously injured Shuidao Mela flying and hitting the ground with a series of explosions.

But Meila from Suidao didn't dare to fight back.

Looking at the face of Hashihara that I usually hate, I could only feel an irrepressible sense of apology in my heart.

And the scene where Hashihara was stabbed in the chest by a knife.

The intense feeling of guilt is worse than the pain.

Suidao slid to his knees and tried to get up with difficulty.

But before she could support herself with her hands, she saw a familiar long hammer draw an elegant arc in the air and fall coldly and silently towards her back.

"Boom!"

The red-haired girl's body was completely knocked to the ground.

In the corner of his eye, Suidao caught a glimpse of Zuizi's strange gaze.

The feeling of guilt that seemed to be able to penetrate the chest kept going back and forth in my heart, but I couldn't help but recall the suspicion and hatred I had felt towards the sinner at that moment.

Under such complex and intense emotions.

The flame on Shuidao Meila's back gradually went out.

The previous attack had already exhausted the last of her spiritual pressure.

Only consciousness remains.

Meila Suidao lay in the pit, her eyes lifeless as she murmured:

“It’s all my fault…”

"Yes."

Fujimiya Makoto's calm but teeth-gritting voice once again rang in her ears:

"It's all your fault."

"..."

Suidao finally fell silent, his eyes completely dimming.

There was no longer the furious and impulsive counterattack like before.

Spiritual pressure, physical strength, and mental defenses all finally fell to the bottom.

Fujimiya Makoto's feet appeared in her blurry vision.

A big hand grabbed her collar and pulled her into the air, semi-forcing her to look into Fujimiya Makoto's eyes.

“But, very lucky.”

"Now is your chance to make some amends."

The moment these words rang in her ears, Meila Suidao subconsciously raised her drooping eyelids and looked at him with difficulty.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled and said, "The method is very simple."

"All I need is for you to continue to obey my small requests after you return to reality."

"Not too many times, three or five times will be enough."

"You'll do it, won't you?"

"Ms. Suidao."

The moment his voice fell.

Fujimiya Makoto and Suijima Mera looked at each other.

Deep in the eyes of both parties, two overlapping hearts were imprinted.

From lies to truth

【Determine if it is fake】

Chapter 4: Bankai: All Extinction (6k please subscribe!)

While Fujimiya Makoto was engaged in a fierce battle with the three sword girls, the fight on the other side seemed much simpler.

Unohana Yachiru looked across quietly.

When she first came into this world, the legend of Wang Yue from Ermeiwu was still popular.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni was still considered a rising star. As the "Sword God" who created all the shallow-strike techniques in the world, it's no exaggeration to say that Nimaiya Ouyue owed a great debt of gratitude to most Shinigami.

However, all of this is meaningless to Unohana Yachiru.

There was only one thing she wanted to know.

Does this legendary 'Sword God' have the same superb skills in killing people as he does in forging swords?

"Aren't you going to go first?"

Unohana's smile remained calm: "If you don't attack me, I will."

"It's not that I don't want to attack first, but rather... it's very difficult."

Wang Yue slowly took off his sunglasses and tossed them aside. He then rolled up his afro, which often obstructed his vision, and tied it behind his head. However, there was no trace of Unohana in his eyes.

Instead, he stared completely at the knife in her hand.

His voice was calm, completely devoid of the random freestyle spirit he had previously, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Every knife I forge is recognizable."

"And this time, if I remember correctly, you'll most likely awaken a biology-type ability... No, to be more precise, a life-type ability, right?"

Wang Yue of Nimeiya did not have the ability of Ichibei of Hyoshubu to know a name at a glance.

But as an 'old veteran' who appeared before the shallow fighting era, he also has some small [specialties] of his own.

Those were some of the little skills that came from his 'real fighting'.

Feeling the power of Mao Zhihua, which had obviously reached the first-class spiritual power, Wang Yue of Ermeiwu looked at her with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Tell the truth.

The knife had a smell so strong that even he could hardly bear it.

Is that...the smell of blood?

"but."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Wang Yue of Nimeiwu took a step forward, seemingly still as nonchalant as ever, and walked briskly in the direction of Unohana: "Anyway, as long as I can chop off your head, that's enough."

"By the way, let me introduce you in advance."

He appeared nonchalant, but in reality he said proudly, "This knife is one of my failed creations."

"It's called Shefu."

"Because it is so sharp that it can even cut through dense spirit particles, there is no scabbard that can hold it."

"Even with the knife in your hand, I'm afraid..."

"It will break if we do it once, right?"

Upon hearing this, Unohana's eyes suddenly became sharper and she became more alert.

next moment.

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu suddenly disappeared.

The blade cut through the air, dust, sound and all obstacles in front of it like a breeze, and fell silently towards Unohana's shoulder.

Not even the slightest scream was heard.

"laugh!"

Unohana swung the blade and accurately landed it on the side of the sheathed sword.

But Wang Yue of Ermeiwu just turned his wrist, and the incredibly sharp blade cut into the shallow area at an angle, as if a knife cuts tofu without any hindrance.

Unohana narrowed her eyes slightly, immediately moved the blade along the blade's ribs, and stepped back at an extremely fast speed.

However, despite the quick response, the shallow blow in his hand still left an extra cut about the size of a hair. It looked insignificant at first glance, but in fact it almost split the knife in two.

It is really true, it is sharp to the extreme.

"Did he escape?"

Looking at Unohana Yachiryu with a sharp look in his eyes, Nimeiya Wangyue couldn't help but smile. As if showing off, he casually shook the handle of the knife: "However, although this thing is so sharp, it's actually quite difficult for me to find a suitable handle for it."

"Look, it's still shaking."

"so......"

As he spoke, his voice suddenly turned cold: "Hurry up and show me your true fighting... No, it should be called Bankai now, right?"

"I'm very curious about what this knife will eventually become."

Unohana looked at him, then at the Asado in her hand. Her eyes suddenly lost interest and she sighed softly, "So the so-called Sword God is only this level?"

"You don't understand the fun of fighting at all."

"what?"

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu didn't seem to understand and frowned subconsciously.

"But...whatever."

"We really can't fight if we continue like this."

But soon, Unohana raised the nearly broken sword in her hand and whispered, "Let me show you."

"My Bankai."

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu looked at her, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Unohana Yachiryupei raised the blade and stretched it from right to left like a ribbon.

As she moved, the blade seemed to turn into a sticky scarlet dye, spreading out smoothly along with her movements.

Unohana Yachiru opened his arms, his entire body looking like a gloomy corpse nailed to a cross, and uttered a deep and distant cold shout:

"The swastika is all gone!"

The moment Unohana's voice fell, everyone present felt a terrifying spiritual pressure that was so huge that it was suffocating.

The intense feeling of crushing seemed to turn everyone into dust from the inside out.

But, it was only for a moment.

The next moment, the ever-expanding spiritual pressure rapidly wrapped around Unohana Yachiryu and gradually condensed on the blade in her hand.

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu suddenly widened his eyes.

He clearly saw that endless blood was slowly flowing out from the blade of Unohana.

The endless flow of blood flowed to the ground, overflowing the ankles of the two men, and turning the surrounding area of ​​dozens of meters into a pool of scarlet blood.

The spiritual pressure that belonged entirely to Unohana contained the two of them.

A scarlet area was formed that belonged exclusively to Unohana Yachiryu.

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu instinctively realized the problem.

This 'life-type' Zanpakutō was completely different from what he had imagined.

Unohana Yachiryu casually threw away the sword that was about to break, and then another blade made entirely of blood naturally condensed in the pool of blood.

Wang Yue's pupils shrank slightly.

With an unlimited supply of swords, his ability to sheath his weapons must have been restrained to a great extent.

Oops, I shouldn't have been so arrogant.