Light and shadow intertwined, the two were tens of meters apart, Duke and Kenpachi Zaraki stood back to back with swords in hand, time stood still for a moment. Just a moment, a strong wind suddenly blew away the dust, and then Kenpachi's chest splashed with blood and sprinkled into the air.
"Did you hear it? That sound was like a divine wind!" Duke wiped the blood stains off the New Moon Sword and asked softly.
Wuming Shen Fengliu is the swordsmanship Duke learned in the Ghost Eye Mad Blade World. The sword is extremely fast and sharp, and it is a sword of killing that has reached the supreme realm. Let your heart be as brilliant as darkness, let your moves be as clear as light, and let your body be compatible with nature like a shadow... Listen to all the voices and cut off everything with the wind of God. This is Wuming Shen Fengliu!
This move, Jiaolong, is the signature swordsmanship of Wuming Shenfeng Style. It raises the basic movements of the sword, mind, skills, and body to the extreme. Only when the three are combined can a sword be used. The moment of death is wrapped in warm divine wind, but what follows is cold pain and fear, which cannot be avoided or blocked.
"This warm and gentle wind... is completely unavoidable. Is it the ability of your Zanpakuto?" Kenpachi gasped and coughed up a large amount of blood from his mouth. His face showed surprise and joy, and he looked extremely crazy.
"No, my Zanpakuto's ability is not like that. Mumei Shinfeng-ryu is a sword style, and Kamikaze is a sword move." Duke looked at his Zanpakuto, Sakumotsuki, with a strange look on his face. Sakumotsuki is very different from other Zanpakuto, not in terms of ability, but in terms of Bankai. Generally speaking, the Zanpakuto of the god of death must first undergo Shikai, then be in harmony with the sword, and finally be able to achieve Bankai. But Sakumotsuki broke this rule. Duke knew about Sakumotsuki's Bankai when he was Shikai, but he couldn't achieve Bankai. Sakumotsuki's Bankai conditions are very harsh, so harsh that Duke even feels that he will never be able to achieve the requirements of Bankai in his lifetime.
"Mumeishin Wind Style? It's not the ability of your Zanpakutō, but a style. I don't understand it at all! However, there is one thing I really care about...how many styles of swordsmanship do you know?" Kenpachi scratched his head and recalled with a bloodthirsty smile: "Because it reminds me of someone...she is also like you, who knows many styles of swordsmanship!"
"If that's the case, then use it! Let me experience what you call powerful!" Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit. He roared wildly, with an almost crazy expression on his face. He suddenly raised the Zanpakutō with a saw-like blade. At the same time, golden spiritual pressure suddenly burst out from his body, tearing the clothes draped over his body into pieces. The spiritual pressure wrapped this unyielding fighting spirit and washed in all directions. Even the ground full of broken soil and rocks was crushed by the violent spiritual pressure and turned into flying dust.
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"That won't work. If I really use it, you might not have any chance to fight back." Duke raised his sword and slashed down, splitting Kenpachi's suffocating spiritual pressure that was spreading around.
A golden slash cut through the smoke and slashed towards Duke's back. Duke did not move his feet, but turned his arms slightly to make a strange movement. The Zanpakutō in his hand drew an arc, and he put his hands behind his back, just blocking the slash from Kenpachi Zaraki. Duke staggered slightly after receiving this move, and took a step forward, and his heart was once again alert. Kenpachi's moves were still as open and closed as before, without a fixed routine, but Duke felt a great threat from Kenpachi's Zanpakutō. The appearance of Kenpachi's Zanpakutō had not changed, and it was still the same broken blade, but the person using the sword had become stronger, with speed and strength. After just a few exchanges, Duke could easily detect Kenpachi's amazing progress.
Before Duke could think about it, he felt a breath of death coming towards him, and he immediately jumped away. The next moment, Kenpachi's Zanpakutō passed by Duke's cheek, and the jagged marks were reflected in his eyes, and the lines were clearly visible. The next second, Duke felt a burning pain in his eyes, and his eyes were covered with red.
"Is this guy a monster? His power has taken over again..."
"Including the Fei Tian Style just now, you have already used sword techniques from two schools. Can I assume that... the remaining two schools are more powerful?" Kenpachi opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle. His blood was boiling, his pores were dilating, and even the hand holding the knife was shaking slightly. He could hardly control his excitement and excitement.
Kenpachi was like a Saiyan, improving himself every moment in battle. The gap between Duke and Kenpachi after his first release was being rapidly caught up by Kenpachi, and it would not be long before the gap was closed. However, what frightened Duke the most was that he could not feel the upper limit of Kenpachi's improvement at all. Kenpachi's power seemed to have no end, and the tattered serrated long sword in his hand was like the sharpest blade in the world.
Duke was still marveling at the power of Kenpachi's strike when he heard a roaring sound of wind. In the moment when Duke was distracted, Kenpachi's blocked sword chopped down again.
Kenpachi rushed forward with his sword raised, slashing fiercely. The golden sword light that could destroy the heavens and the earth swept down, moving forward without hesitation. This sword was definitely the most dazzling sword Duke had ever seen. It seemed to cut the space in half, and even the sky and the earth changed color.
"You are the one who is blind. Have you forgotten the ability of my Zanpakuto?" Duke took off his right hand, and the eye that should have been blinded by Kenpachi was intact, with only a little blood left.
Duke ducked and let Kenpachi's sword whizz past his head. He felt a slight stinging sensation on his scalp. Although the blade had not yet reached his body, the pressure from the sword swinging had already caused Duke's pores to tighten and cold sweat to flow.
Seeing the blood, Kenpachi screamed, and before he could put away his sword, he heard the sound of a kick breaking through the air. Without blocking, Kenpachi let Duke's powerful kick hit his chest, and his body was kicked away involuntarily.
After rolling on the ground for a few times, Kenpachi knelt on one knee and half squatted. The kick landed right on the wound on his chest, almost suffocating him. He raised his hand to wipe some of the blood from the sword and put it into his mouth, revealing a ferocious smile: "I'm so sorry, I accidentally cut off one of your eyes. Now, can you show me what it means to be completely defenseless?"
Duke was startled by the question, not knowing who Kenpachi was talking about, but he didn't think much about it and replied directly: "If I have to say which school there are, there should be only four. Four swordsmen taught me their swordsmanship."
"How dare you say that! I'm going to try what it means to... not be able to fight back."
Kenpachi's sword slashed down on the ground, and the violent spiritual pressure spread out like mercury leaking out of the ground. Wherever the hot golden spiritual pressure passed, everything seemed to be burned. The devastated ground cracked one after another and melted in the spiritual pressure of Kenpachi Zaraki. The scattered spiritual pressure formed an encirclement around Duke. Duke, unwilling to be restrained, immediately burst out white spiritual pressure to compete with it. The spiritual pressures of the two people collided at close range, which immediately aroused a violent friction. The burst of energy dissipated and sank the surrounding ground several meters deep.
boom------
"In terms of destructive power, their sword moves are all average... One is strong in the realm of swordsmanship, and the other is strong in the heart." Duke pointed to the beating heart in his chest and said proudly: "Thanks to them, I didn't get lost in killing. I am extremely honored to inherit their swordsmanship!"
"The speed has also increased... Although it's not as exaggerated as the strength, but if it continues at this rate, I have no chance of winning."
Swish! Blood splattered on the spot, Duke covered his right eye, blood continued to flow out from the cracks in his hand. The pain attacked his brain, Duke had no time to think, and hurriedly turned his arm, holding the Zanpakutō on the ground, twisted his waist, and kicked Kenpachi who didn't have time to put away the sword.
The Zanpakutō in his hand chopped down from top to bottom, and the two swords collided violently. Duke's shoulders trembled slightly, and he felt pain in his palms. He almost couldn't hold his Zanpakutō. As expected, the power transmitted from the Zanpakutō was strengthened again this time, so strong that it was a world of difference compared to the previous one.
Unbeatable! Duke had a flash of thought in his mind, and he moved his body slightly to avoid it. The knife grazed his body and fell, cutting off a few strands of hair. Duke could even feel the stinging sensation of the raging spiritual pressure cutting his skin.
"Hahaha! Hahaha! It's really hard to describe it in words..." Seeing this, Kenpachi showed an ecstatic face: "You are amazing to have such a dream ability."
"I've always dreamed of it... I didn't expect a beast like you would want such an ability?" Duke raised the Moon and asked curiously. In his impression, Kenpachi didn't seem to be such a person.
"Who would want this kind of ability? If I don't bleed and don't die, how can I enjoy the fun of fighting? That would be the most boring thing for me. Only a battle that involves blood and pain, and hovering between life and death, can be called a real fight. What I mean by my dream is to meet an opponent like you, because then we can keep fighting." Kenpachi's voice was a little hoarse, and a fierce aura emanated from him as he spoke. Ordinary people would lose their fighting spirit just by being affected by this aura.
"I told you, this is what you, a beast, like. The Zanpakutō of the god of death is made from the shape of his own soul. It's obvious that I'm afraid of death. It seems that our interests don't match!" Duke held the Moon and looked at Kenpachi's Zanpakutō. He seemed to be able to hear what the sword was saying. But this was all an illusion. The Zanpakutō was the embodiment of the soul. No matter what, it would only speak to its master. Outsiders could not hear its voice.
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