How to wear clothes?
Forget it.
As an excellent swordsman, you shouldn't care whether the opponent is wearing clothes or not.
Urahara Jiro wiped slowly and gently until his arms were sore. Finally, he wiped the last tip of the sword. He held the blade vertically in his right hand and forged a sword with neat fish scales. The bright and neat fish scales on the sword were reflected in his pupils, making him want to move his tongue, wanting to add a touch to the blade. There was a behavior of wanting to show his perversion and make others afraid.
But this was very ungraceful and unbecoming of a club leader and a swordsman master, so he tolerated it.
His eyes suddenly glared, and he exuded the murderous aura that had killed hundreds of people. He held the sword vertically and turned the blade from the side to face He-El. He was kneeling with his legs straight and the insteps of his feet arched. His whole body carried the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. As he stood upright, the overwhelming force spread towards He-El.
Looking directly at He-El, Urahara Jiro felt a chill in his heart.
He-El just held the handle of the knife downwards with his right hand. His palm seemed to be barely able to hold the handle of the knife, and he was dragging the entire Cherry Blossom Fall half. The tip of the knife was dripping with blood on the ground as he walked.
Urahara Jiro felt that his momentum, which had killed hundreds of people, was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushing past, but it did not affect He-El, who had a plain face, at all.
He-El seems to have walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, holding the sword, staring at the starry sky, overlooking everything, and feeling calmly facing destruction and rebirth.
Seeing this, Urahara Jiro was wondering how this guy could not be affected by his own aura. After all, he was a famous Hundred-Man Killer in this area. He once had a record of killing hundreds of people. Once he glared at any gangster, the aura he exuded was enough to scare people into pissing their pants.
It must be that this kid doesn't understand how scary he is.
In terms of killing power, when He-El traveled to Pacific Rim for the first time, he had already killed more than eight million extremely evil people. The second time he traveled to Transformers your universe, The production of Sevenfold Golden Barrier has affected the death of more than 100 million people, and finally took the initiative to crush Krypton, killing all the people on the entire planet. So far, the number of people killed has exceeded one billion.
Urahara Jiro, who just killed a hundred people and thought he had some murderous aura, was no better than a breeze in front of He-El.
At least the breeze could caress He-El's face, giving him a cool feeling.
"Do you know what kind of sword this is?"
If there is no reaction, then there is no reaction.
You can't blame the child for his slow reaction.
Urahara Jiro softly chanted, with an expression on his face that made others look up and down, and his light eyes revealed his cherishment and pride for his beloved sword.
"Is this... Zanpakuto!" He-El said with a serious face as he moved forward without any delay.
If it is really Zanpakuto, then this guy is really not simple.
You must be prepared to test the distance between this body and Zanpakuto.
If not, why are you bragging to me?
"Choke·········"
Urahara Jiro suddenly felt a breath welling up in his heart, which was held in his heart and throat, unable to flow freely.
Do you kid know what Zanpakuto is?
That is Zanpakuto, which was trained by Asauchi issued by Seireitei, the highest authority of Soul Society. It is a weapon that only Bleach has.
It is a symbol of status and nobility, and is not something we poor people have at all.
What Urahara Jiro wants to say is that this knife is a weapon made for him by his elder brother who was promoted to Bleach. It is indestructible and so sharp that it will be cut if the tongue does not reach the blade. It is such a sharp and beautiful knife that is worthy of me, named Great Long Heaven.
After being asked this question by He-El, Urahara Jiro couldn't continue to introduce his favorite knife.
After all, compared with Zanpakuto, this knife of mine is indeed a lot better.
"Ignorant child!"
Urahara Jiro snorted coldly, and the suffocated anger in his heart turned into anger. He walked towards He-El with a knife, "There is no need to talk too much to you. Let me, Great Long Heaven, send you to be buried with Dongdu."
After speaking in a cold tone, Urahara Jiro narrowed his eyes and slashed diagonally towards He-El with Great Long Heaven.
"It turns out it's not Zanpakuto."
He-El was slightly disappointed, thinking that a handful of Zanpakuto would be lost in this remote area.
He slanted his body and avoided Urahara Jiro's slashing attack. He had no intention of fighting for three rounds. Seeing that Urahara Jiro also had some strength, He-El used a little more force and wanted to resolve the battle quickly.
Cherry Blossom Fall lifted up from below and met Urahara Jiro's contemptuous and indifferent smile. In an instant, it trembled into a phantom halfway, as if there were countless Cherry Blossom Fall in front of Urahara Jiro's eyes.
Just like the name of the sword Cherry Blossom Fall, it is as ethereal and scattered as cherry blossoms. It is beautiful and diverse, making people feel like they are among the falling cherry blossoms, and they fall together with the falling cherry blossoms.
Urahara Jiro's eyes were confused, as if he saw himself dancing among the cherry blossoms. He felt the cold light of the knife shaving off his clothes, and the cold touch cutting open his flesh. He woke up with a start, feeling horrified.
'Instant!'
When Urahara Jiro was in danger, he used the Bleach stunt taught to him by his Bleach brother Urahara Ichiro. Shunpo instantly broke away from He-El's Cherry Blossom Fall knives. He stirred up a burst of air and stepped back to stand on the straw mat.
Urahara Jiro looked down and couldn't help but be horrified. He saw white fibers and flesh being cut out of his chest and abdomen. Blood was flowing out from the bone-breaking wounds. His clothes had become strips of cloth and stuck to his body. The clothes on his left and right shoulders were not spared either.
This knife, Cherry Blossom Fall, is a knife technique that completely blocks the left, right, up and down. The only chance of survival is to retreat, and you have to retreat quickly. If you don't have the unique skill of Shunpo, if you retreat quickly, you will be completely cut into pieces.
"Use the escape just now again."
He-El's eyes lit up, and he saw Shunpo from Urahara Jiro, which was a technique to utilize the energy of Reishi.
I happen to lack the understanding and utilization skills of Reishi energy.
He held Cherry Blossom Fall and stepped forward calmly.
Although we just saw Shunpo performed by Urahara Jiro, He-El's focus was not on Urahara Jiro's use of Shunpo. We just wanted to kill him quickly to solve the problem. We did not fully see the skills performed by Shunpo, which was quite a pity.
Urahara Jiro raised his head and looked at the oncoming He-El, feeling chilled in his heart. He already knew that he was no match for this kid just by relying on his swordsmanship skills.
The Cherry Blossom Fall sword technique that blocks the upper, lower, left and right sides is completely beyond his ability to resist.
Which sword master in World of the Living died and came to Soul Society? But the child in front of me is only seven or eight years old. With such swordsmanship skills, it is ridiculous!
The rolling skin and flesh on his chest stimulated Urahara Jiro. With a sullen face, he held up his sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the oncoming He-El. He said coldly, "You angered me. This is a skill that only Bleach can possess. Anyone who sees it will die."
"You have no life left."