In Soul Society, love and bond begin

This thought flashed through his mind, but his feet rushed towards Unohana again at an extremely fast speed.

Her life must be taken in the shortest possible time.

Noticing this scene, Unohana's face revealed a scarlet smile.

"Fear, urgency."

"That's right..."

Immediately afterwards, her figure also disappeared from the spot, and the bloody blade in her hand drew a red arc in the air.

"laugh--"

Blades crisscrossed.

Wang Yue's pupils subconsciously contracted.

The blade, made entirely of blood, pierced straight through the sheathed edge, splashing a red flower of blood, and then immediately connected with each other in mid-air, continuing to chop towards him as if nothing had happened.

She didn't even look at the sheath that was about to fall on her.

In this desperate confrontation, Wang Yue of Ermeiwu instinctively retracted his blade and laid it across the sheath to block the bloody blow.

However, before he could swing the knife a second time, he saw another short knife made entirely of blood stabbing in front of him.

"laugh!"

The short knife was cut by the blade of the sheath and broke instantly, but it recovered immediately.

Unohana Yachiryu held the sword in both hands, one long and one short, and performed continuous scimitar slashing techniques, with the speed of the sword falling faster and faster.

"Too slow—"

"Raise the knife!"

The two swords that continuously spurted blood danced in the center of the pool of blood like flying ribbons. Under the intensive attacks at ultra-high speed, Wang Yue, with his swordsmanship, was only able to cope with it for a while.

It’s obvious that my knife is sharper than the other one!

The knife in her hand broke at the first touch!

However, in front of this woman, Wang Yue from Ermeiwu found that he could only cope with it to this extent.

what on earth is it? !

Unohana's slashing speed became faster and faster, like a dancer who had been banned for a long time and finally had the chance to show off his dancing skills.

After a long time without encountering an opponent of equal strength, she finally found a rare opportunity to display her strength at her full strength without reservation.

That kind of strength, brutality, and terror to the extreme was established at the cost of countless lives.

——Yachiryu!!!

The entire pool of scarlet blood was her stage. As a foil, Wang Yue of Ermeiwu seemed to have become a puppet to highlight her skills at this moment. Her clumsy response and straightforward killing techniques could not be compared with the flower of Mao that was the result of immersing herself in countless schools.

In fact, if he didn't have the Shefu as a weapon, this renowned 'Sword God' in Soul Society would most likely be easily defeated in just a few rounds.

The two huge spiritual pressures collided with each other, but were easily torn and disintegrated by Unohana Yachiryu. Like a Shura beast, it rushed into the attack range of Ermeiwu Wangyue with an almost rampant posture, breaking all his defenses with countless blood blades.

This woman is simply a lunatic!

monster!

At this moment, this thought couldn't be suppressed in Wang Yue's mind.

"Water Bird Flying Blade!"

As if it was a deliberate reminder, Unohana Yachiryu called out the name of the move without obviously putting much effort into it.

Several continuous blood blades flew out from the blade, slashing around the two Wang Yues, making a sticky and dull sound when tearing the air.

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu subconsciously wanted to step back, but the blood under his feet had wrapped around his ankles without him noticing.

What is this...

Yes! It's not just a knife!

This entire area made of blood is her Bankai!

After realizing this, Wang Yue of Ermeiwu swung his blade to cut off the blood blade that was wrapped around him.

However, it was only a brief moment of negligence.

A tiny blood blade left a wound on his shoulder for the first time, causing a noticeable stinging sensation.

"Ah."

A smile slowly appeared on Unohana Yachiru's stern face.

Like a hunter seeing his prey with wounds.

Oops!

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu also seemed to realize something immediately.

The next second, Unohana rushed forward again.

The moment the blade fell, Wang Yue of Ermeiwu vaguely saw the horrifying scene of the woman in front of him melting into bones in blood.

Is this... an illusion?

Before he could fully understand what was happening, an even more intense stinging sensation rose from his chest and abdomen.

The bloody blade that penetrated the sheath was slightly connected in mid-air, and it easily cut his skin - just like the sheath cut the shallow sword.

Wang Yue of Nimaiya immediately covered his wound vigilantly and retreated backwards. He realized that he had to break through this Bankai field immediately to find some breathing space.

No matter how proud he was, he was clearly aware of it during the confrontation just now.

When it comes to beheading skills, he and this woman are not on the same level at all.

His spiritual pressure was roughly equal to his opponent's, and his slashing technique was completely at a disadvantage. His only advantage was completely negated by the endless stream of blood blades...

If I continue like this, I'm doomed, right?

I need a more suitable knife!

He turned around suddenly.

"Escape?"

Seeing his panic-stricken movements, Unohana sneered softly and raised her knife forward.

"Wow--"

Right in front of Wang Yue of Ermeiwu, a dark blood curtain immediately appeared.

Behind the deep curtain, a figure identical to Unohana was reflected.

"Haven't you realized it yet? Ermeiwu."

Unohana Yachiru said in a low voice: "This Bankai, in a sense, is me."

"Here, you have no right to choose."

"Dead or alive."

"These are the rules of battle."

Wang Yue from Ermeiwu looked at the deep pool of blood that kept flowing, and couldn't help but reveal an ugly smile on his face.

Because of the torn wounds on his chest and abdomen, blood gradually flowed from the corners of his mouth, but he still said angrily: "You crazy woman, have you ever considered..."

"A life-type Zanpakutō is actually a sacred object that can save lives?"

"I didn't forge this knife just to fill this place with blood and corpses."

Unohana Yachiru smiled, raised the blade towards him, and said calmly:

"How you build it is up to you."

“How I use it is my business.”

"Don't make your last scene so ugly, Nimeiya."

"As one of the strongest men in the world,"

"Let me bury you here too."

"..."

The smile on Wang Yue's face in Ermeiwu became more bitter:

"Damn it, Tsunayashiro..."

"If I had known it would be so embarrassing, I would never have taken on this job."

Even though he said this, he still slowly and forcefully raised the sheath in his hand and took a deep breath.

Unohana Yachiru raised his sword calmly.

Wave it down.

......

"Qiang!"

A piece of the blade, which looked as if it had just been separated from the handle, rotated in the air with a slight metallic sound, drawing a sharp arc, and finally sank into the soil as if diving, leaving only a short, not-so-sharp section connected to the handle.

The blood curtain scattered and fell like raindrops.

In the center of the curtain are the figures of Unohana Yachiru and Nimaiya Ouetsu.

It's just that one is standing and the other is lying.

The last two fights of Wang Yue were not as embarrassing as he had imagined. He fought for his life after all, and managed to use the tip of the sheathed blade to injure Unohana's arm, leaving a deep wound that even severed the bones and nerves.

However, the price paid was also quite tragic.

The headless corpse lay quietly in the middle of a pool of blood, with ripples spreading out around it.

In his hand, he only held a piece of the knife handle.

Just as Wang Yue of Ermeiwu himself said.

The sheath does have the disadvantage of a loose connection.

Almost at the moment when Wang Yue of Ermeiwu fell, more than ten sword ladies who were still wreaking havoc in the battle circle suddenly seemed to have sensed something and gathered towards the pool of blood like crazy.

However, in the end, they were all killed one by one.

Until the end, Unohana Yachiru stood quietly in the middle of a pool of blood, with an expressionless face.

"thump."

Fujimiya Makoto's figure suddenly appeared, carrying a sword girl on his shoulder and in each hand.

They all fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

Seeing that his teacher was fine, he looked a little relieved and smiled.

Since the teacher is fine, I can delay the traces I left behind for a while longer.

"Unohana-sensei."

He went to greet her with a smile, and then saw that although Unohana Yachiru had clearly won, he still had a sad look on his face.

Only when he saw the three sword ladies on the ground did he smile slightly, and even the expression on his face that was almost frozen seemed to be melting.

Unohana Yachiru looked at him, and her voice became warmer and softer, as if she was sighing:

"Sincerity."

"Yes."

"You have to grow up quickly."

"..."

"what?"

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