"The Unconscious God of Wind————Jiulong!"

The light and shadow intertwined, and the two men were separated by dozens of meters. Duke and Gengmu Jianba stood with their knives back to back, and time stopped for a moment. In just a moment, the strong wind suddenly blew away the dust, and then several bloody flowers splashed on Jianba's chest, sprinkling into the air.

"Did you hear it? That sound like the divine wind!" Duke brushed away the blood stains on the body of the morning and moon sword and asked softly.

The God of Ignorance is a sword technique learned by Duke in the world of Ghost Eyes Mad Sword. It is extremely fast and extremely sharp. It is a sword of killing that reaches the supreme realm. Make the heart as dark as Huawei, make the moves as clear as light, and make the body as compatible with nature as shadows... Listen to all the sounds and use the God's wind to cut off everything. This is the God of Ignorance!

This move of the dragon is the signature sword technique of the Wuming Shen Fengliu. It lifts the basic movements of the sword to the extreme, and only when the three are combined can one use a sword. The moment of death is wrapped by the warm divine wind, but what follows is cold pain and fear, which cannot be avoided or stopped.

"This warm and gentle wind... cannot escape at all. Is it your Zanpakura's ability?" Jianba gasped and coughed out a lot of blood from his mouth. His face was both shocked and joyful, and extremely crazy.

"No, my Zanpakura's ability is not like this. The ignorant god of wind is a sword technique school, and the divine wind is a sword move." Duke looked at his Zanpakura's new moon and looked at the moon, and his face showed a strange look. There is a big difference between the moon and other Zanpakura, not the ability, but the Bankai. Generally speaking, the Zanpakura of the God of Death first goes through the first interpretation, then gets in touch with the knife, and finally Bankai. However, Su Wangyue broke this rule. Duke learned about the Bankai of the New Moon when he first explained, but he could not do Bankai. The Bankai conditions for the New Moon were very harsh, so harsh that Duke even felt that he would never meet the Bankai requirements in his life.

"The God of Ignorance is not the ability of Zanpakura, but a genre, I don't understand at all! However, there is one thing I care about... how many genres of sword techniques do you know?" Jianba scratched his head and recalled, revealing a bloodthirsty smile: "Because this reminds me of someone... She is like you, and she knows many genres of sword techniques!"

Duke was stunned by the question, not knowing who Jianba was talking about, but he didn't think about it carefully and replied directly: "If you insist on talking about the genre, there should be only four types. Four swordsmen taught me their swordsmanship."

"Plus that Feitianliu just now. You have used two schools of sword techniques. Can I assume... the remaining two schools are more powerful?" Jianba opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrinking as if they were needles. His blood was boiling, his pores were squirting, and even his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, almost unable to control his excitement and excitement.

"In terms of destructive power, their sword moves are very average... One is the strength of the sword realm, and the other is the strength of the heart." Duke pointed to the beating heart in his chest and said proudly: "Thanks to them, I am not lost in the killing. I am extremely honored to be able to inherit their swordsmanship!"

"Since that's the case, then use it! Let me experience the so-called power you say!" Gengmu Jianba's eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit, and a roar was roaring wildly, with an almost crazy expression on his face. He suddenly raised the zanpakura with a blade like a serrated tooth. At the same time, the golden spiritual pressure suddenly burst out from him, tearing the clothes covered with the unyielding fighting spirit. The spiritual pressure washed away all directions, and even the earth full of broken soil and stones was crushed by the violent spiritual pressure, turning into dust.

"That won't work. If you really use it, you may not have any room for fighting back." Duke slashed down his sword and split the suffocating spiritual pressure around him.

"I really dare to say it! I insist on trying what... there is no room for fighting back."

Jian Ba ​​rushed forward with his sword and slashed hard. The golden sword light that destroyed the world was brushing down and moving forward. This knife was definitely the most dazzling knife Duke had seen. It was like cutting the space in half, even the world was about to change its color.

Unbeatable! Duke's mind flashed through, and his feet changed slightly to avoid it. The knife wiped his body and fell down, cutting off a few strands of hair. Duke could even feel the tingling sensation of the raging spiritual pressure cutting the skin.

boom------

Jian Ba ​​slashed on the ground with the violent spiritual pressure spread like mercury. Wherever the hot golden spiritual pressure passed, everything seemed to be burned. The tortured ground cracked and melted in the spiritual pressure of Gengmu Jian Ba. The dispersed spiritual pressure formed an encirclement around Duke. Duke, who was unwilling to be controlled, immediately burst out the white spiritual pressure to compete with it. The two spiritual pressures collided with each other at close range, and immediately aroused a violent friction. The bursting energy dissipated, sinking the surrounding ground several meters deep.

The ground within a radius of dozens of meters turned into nothingness in the collision of spiritual pressure. In the dust, swords and swords collided. The vision was blocked and could not stop the two of them from fighting. It didn't matter even if their eyes couldn't see it. The opponent's spiritual pressure with a unique color was like a beacon in the night.

A golden slash cut through the smoke and dust and slashed Duke's back. He saw that his feet did not move, his arms slightly turned and made a strange move. The Zanpakura in his hand drew an arc, and his back hand was behind him, just rightly blocking the slash from Gengmu Jianba.

Duke staggered slightly, stepped forward, and felt a bad alert again. Jian Ba's moves were still as open and closed as before, without a fixed routine, but Duke felt a great threat from Jian Ba's Zanpakura. He did not start to solve the appearance and still had a broken blade as usual, but the person who used the sword became stronger. Speed ​​and strength. In just a few fights, Duke could easily detect Jian Ba's amazing progress.

Jian Ba ​​is like a Saiyan, improving himself every moment in the battle. The gap brought about by Duke after he first resolved was being quickly chased by Jian Ba, and the gap will not take long to smooth out. However, what scared Duke the most was that he could not feel the upper limit of Jian Ba's improvement. Jian Ba's strength seemed to have no end. The ragged serrated sword was like the sharpest blade in the world in his hand.

The Zanpakura in his hand slashed from top to bottom, and the two swords collided violently. Duke's shoulders trembled slightly, and pain came from the tiger's mouth, and he almost couldn't hold his Zanpakura. Sure enough, the power from the Zanpakura this time increased again, so strong that it was just a world compared to before.

‘Is this guy a monster? His power once again prevails…’

Duke was still amazed at the powerfulness of Jianba's slash, and a roar of wind could be heard in his ears. The moment Duke was distracted, Jianba's blocked knife was slashed down again.

‘The speed has also become faster…although it is not as exaggerated as the power, if this sign continues, I have no chance to win at all.’

Duke lowered his body to avoid it, allowing Jian Ba's sword to whistle past his head. A faint stinging sensation felt on his scalp. Although the blade had not reached its body, the sword pressure generated when swinging the knife had already tightened Duke's pores and sweated coldly.

Before Duke could think too much, he noticed a breath of death coming to his face and immediately jumped away. The next moment, Jianba's Zanpakura streaked across Duke's cheek, and the uneven serrated serrated marks were reflected in his eyes, and the lines were clearly visible. The next second, Duke only felt the stinging pain in his eyes, and his eyes were covered with red.

brush!

The blood spilled on the spot. Duke covered his right eye, and blood kept overflowing from the cracks of his hands. The pain hit his brain. Duke had no time to think about it, so he quickly turned his arm, held the Zanpakura and supported it on the ground. He twisted his waist and kicked Jianba who had no time to withdraw his knife.

Seeing the blood, Jian Ba ​​monster screamed, and before he could close the knife, he could hear the sound of breaking through the air. Without stopping, Jian Ba ​​just let Duke force kick his chest with a heavy kick, and his body was kicked away involuntarily.

Rolling on the ground for a few times, Jianba knelt on one knee and half-squatted. The kick hit the wound on his chest, almost causing him to breathe. He raised his hand and wiped some blood stains from the sword into his mouth, showing a ferocious smile: "I'm so sorry, I accidentally cut off one of your eyes. So now, can I let me see what the so-called "no room for counterattack?"

"You are the one who is blind. Have you forgotten the ability of my Zanpakura?" Duke took his right hand, and his eyes were blinded by Jianba, who was intact, and only a little blood was left.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! It's really hard to describe it in words..." Jian Ba ​​showed an ecstatic face when he saw this: "You are so great in this dream-loving ability."

"I dreamed... I didn't expect that a beast like you would also want such ability?" Duke raised the moon and said curiously. In his image, Jian Ba ​​seemed not to be such a person.

"Who would want this ability? If I didn't shed blood and had no death, how could I enjoy the fun of fighting? That was the most boring thing for me. Only by experiencing blood and pain and fighting between life and death can it be called real fighting. What I call dreaming is to meet an opponent like you, because in this way we can continue fighting." Jian Ba's voice was a little hoarse, and a fierce aura emanated as he spoke. Ordinary people lost their fighting spirit just by being affected by this aura.

"I just said that this is in line with the aesthetics of your beast. The Zanpakura of Death is made of its own soul. It is obvious that I am a person who is afraid of death. It seems that our interests are not in harmony!" Duke held the New Moon and looked at the Zanpakura of Kanba. He seemed to be able to hear what the knife was saying. But these are all illusions. The Zanpakura is the manifestation of the soul. In any case, it will only tell its owner. It is impossible for outsiders to hear its voice.
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