Red, flame, and phoenix!
In the holy light, the red fire feathers flapped their wings and flew high. The phoenix was surrounded by golden flames, like a small sun hanging in the sky.
Duke raised his sword with his right hand and pointed it at the ground. The Phoenix flapped its wings behind him, and its tail feathers danced in the wind. The soaring sword energy intertwined with his unyielding will, and the combination of the two made his momentum even stronger.
Kenpachi showed ecstasy, Unohana smiled softly, both of them had experienced this move before and knew how terrible it was. This phoenix was just like Duke, no matter how many times it was killed, it would be resurrected from the abyss of death again.
In terms of pure swordsmanship, 'Wuming Shen Fengliu·Suzaku' has reached the pinnacle, like a god, looking down on all living beings from above.
but……
“That’s what makes it fun!”
Unfortunately, he was not Duke, and his severely injured body was too exhausted to move. His strong willpower allowed him to move slightly, but his dead nerves prevented him from moving forward, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
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Kenpachi laughed grimly, and without dodging, he raised his sword and chopped at the burning claws, the blade pressing against Suzaku's sharp beak. Under the scorching heat of the fire, his spiritual pressure was melting like spring snow under the blazing sun.
The earth was shaking, the sky was collapsing, and the giant blade chopped down straight, splitting the phoenix into two and falling to the ground, instantly stirring up endless strong winds and huge waves.
Can't be killed? Can't be defeated?
“Get out of my way—”
Duke pointed and lightly touched the flame, sending in a boundless spiritual pressure. Stars of fire suddenly ignited, the sparks burned more and more fiercely, and soon a huge flame ignited. In the overwhelming fire, the immortal Suzaku was reborn from the fire and flew again.
"It was such a wonderful battle, but I..." Kenpachi tilted his head and looked at the broken sword in his hand, feeling deeply lost.
"Xiaojian, are you unwilling to accept defeat?" Yachiru found a branch from somewhere and poked Kenpachi's face.
Kenpachi gasped, turned around, raised his sword and blocked the white tiger's sharp claws. His old strength had just gone and new strength had not yet been generated. Before he could even last a second, he was dragged by the white tiger and rushed a thousand meters away. Along the way, there were broken walls and long straight furrows plowed out.
However, the flames may be extinguished, but the hidden fire will last forever. On Kenpachi's shoulder, a cluster of red light continues to glow for a long time.
"That guy got stronger, but I stayed where I was. I finally met someone stronger than me, but I..." Kenpachi covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face: "I really want to get stronger!"
Duke's arms were bulging with veins. He held Kenpachi's sword with one hand and pressed the other on Kenpachi's shoulder. The latter's huge spiritual pressure actually suppressed the Phoenix's resurrection.
Duke swung his sword and chopped down, but Moon and Moon were blocked by Unohana, and a violent wind blew away the dust. Every time the two swords collided, a sharp sword energy fell like a rain curtain, and large areas of the ground around them turned over. The streets of Seireitei were in a mess, like a battlefield after intensive bombing, riddled with holes, with only crisscrossing cut marks.
"Of course!" Yachiru threw away the branch in his hand and reached out to touch Kenpachi's broken sword: "I know that you are the strongest, Xiaojian!"
The two swords wrestled in a stalemate, and the cracked ground cracked inch by inch, and the cracks instantly expanded to a hundred meters away. The spiritual pressure impacted the small area, and after rebounding, it destroyed all directions, and the ground was shaved off several layers.
Kenpachi raised his right shoulder high, and the long sword behind him danced in a semicircle and chopped down heavily. In an instant, golden spiritual pressure gushed out, surging several times, and a golden giant sword suddenly chopped down across the sky.
Kenpachi roared, and golden spiritual pressure surged into the sky, the spiritual pressure bursting out faster than the speed at which it was melted by the Phoenix. The momentum of the surge was invincible, and it seemed that nothing in the sky or on the earth could stop him.
"It's Yachiryu..." Kenpachi stared at the Zanpakutō in his hand in a daze.
The tiger roars in the sky!
Ding! Duke used his sword to hit the flaw in Unohana's sword moves, flipped his hand and slashed hard, pressing down with both arms. The huge force was like a mountain, and Unohana felt the bones in her body creaking and wailing, and the raised long sword was constantly pressed down until the new moon fell on her shoulder.
…
Ding!!! The crisp sound of two swords clashing, accompanied by the collision of Kenpachi and Duke's Zanpakutō! The two looked at each other, and saw the extremely burning desire to win in each other's eyes.
The sun was still shining, the wind was calm, and the Zanpakutō remained indifferent.
Yachiru followed closely and walked to Kenpachi, squatted down and poked him: "Xiaojian, are you okay?"
"Come on! Let's fight——"
Unwilling to give up! "I want to fight, I want to become stronger..." For a war-loving madman like Kenpachi, watching others fight is nothing short of torture.
It doesn't matter, just chop it off first! Kenpachi leaped over the Phoenix's head, his super-fast speed distorted his face, his features blurred, and only his outline could be vaguely seen, looking as hideous and terrifying as a demon.
The dust settled, and Kenpachi stood up with the broken sword. There were two huge tears in his chest, and blood was flowing out. His shoulder bones and ribs were all broken. But there was no fear on his face, but he looked more excited. The more brutal the battle, the more excited he was. Blood was a catalyst for him, and this level of battle made him so excited that he could hardly control himself.
"Feel it! The vitality of the Phoenix..."
The Phoenix chirped softly, spread its wings in the air, and scattered sparks, heading towards the golden sword that spanned the sky. Red flames, golden giant blades, the sky was filled with gold and red, and the roar of the collision of spiritual pressure resounded through the night sky.
"Xiao Jian, if you want to become stronger so much, why don't you tell me her name? Her name is..."
Ding! Ding! Ding——————
roar----
The phoenix also flapped its wings and came together with the white tiger on the left and right.
Kenpachi roared, stomped his toes heavily on the ground, and his body was like a cannonball, leaving a trail of afterimage in the air, and instantly rushed in front of Duke.
Kenpachi reached out and wiped some of the blood on his shoulder, then put it into his mouth. The sweet taste of blood stimulated his taste buds, and the pleasure instantly hit his whole body, like pouring gasoline on a flame, making him so excited that he could hardly control himself.
Immediately afterwards, a white light flashed, a strong wind arose, and the white tiger roared, transforming into boundless sword energy, wrapping Kenpachi's whole body. The bombarding sword intent suddenly exploded, and the aftermath of the impact spread like ripples, and the surrounding buildings shattered like mirrors.
"Still not working!?" Kenpachi heard the fierce battle between Duke and Unohana in the distance and covered his face with pain: "Damn it, I really want to continue to become stronger and fight!"
Kenpachi's heart trembled, and he saw flames all around him. In the flames, the Suzaku, which had been reduced to ashes, was reborn, spread its wings and flew towards him like a meteor.
"I'll go first!"
"Can you tell me your name?" Kenpachi closed his eyes tightly: "That kind of pain without a name... I have forgotten it for a long time... Maybe you have your own ideas, but next tell me... your name!"
Spiritual pressure! In the instant of the explosion, it was like a vast sea of spiritual pressure, unfathomable and endless! The golden sword light blew away the Phoenix in an instant, and the red flames disappeared into nothingness, being extinguished once again.
"Really?" Kenpachi murmured, raising his broken sword towards the scorching sun in the sky. The sunlight left a deep shadow on his face.
"Wuming Shen Fengliu·White Tiger!!"
There was a flash of sword energy in Duke's eyes, and the sword light fell. A black and white tiger, wrapped in an endless gust of wind, with fangs and sharp claws as if tearing the sword energy, suddenly pounced on Kenpachi.
Kenpachi was not afraid of danger, and instead laughed wildly with excitement. He held the knife with both hands, raised it above his head, and took a step forward with one leg. Time froze, and the next second the blade had already fallen to the ground.
The sharp blade cut through the skin, and the blood stained the haori. Unohana's face remained unchanged, and she burst out spiritual pressure to resist it. Under those eyes as calm as a lake, there was an undercurrent, which seemed to be...excited! "Captain, you can't beat me! Whether it's swordsmanship or the ability of your Zanpakuto, I know you like the back of my hand." Fighting against two swordsmanship masters in a row, Duke's blood was boiling, and he couldn't help but talk back: "Why didn't you join forces with Kenpachi just now? In a melee between three people, shouldn't the strongest one be eliminated first?"
"When did you develop the illusion that you were the 'strongest'?" Unohana Retsu looked at Duke indifferently, and her slender arms actually lifted Duke up two inches.
"I haven't fallen behind in my training over the years!" A murderous look flashed in Unohana Lie's eyes. He held up the new and full moons, turned his wrist, and stabbed the long sword straight into Duke's heart.
Swish! The sword energy penetrated the distant wall. Duke took two steps back, touched the damaged Death Tyrant suit on his chest, and said with a malicious smile: "It was a close call. I was almost killed by my own captain."
(End of this chapter)