Urahara Ichiro held up the arm that was scorched by Hadō No. 4·White Thunder. The scorched and bloody arm was flying on his back as he stepped on Reishi in the air.
There was fear on his face, and his eyes were indescribably terrifying.
Before coming here, he had never imagined that the child who killed his brother would have such a perverted ability. He could successfully perform Hadō just by watching him perform it with the naked eye, and the speed was faster than his own, and he immediately made improvements.
What kind of monster is this? What kind of perversion is this?
Reiatsu couldn't suppress him, Reishi's energy control was not as good as his, Kidō's singing was not as fast as his, his kendo skills were not as strong as his, Urahara Ichiro's back was dripping with cold sweat.
He turned around, glanced back, and saw He-El running in the air on Reishi, with an expressionless face, calmly chasing behind him, not nervous at all, as if he was going to consume all his strength before killing himself completely.
After all, an official Bleach has quite a lot of spiritual power in his body, and can even be considered to be much more than He-El.
It can be said that the strength and spiritual power of an official Bleach is at least 60 times more powerful than that of He-El.
But it was because of this that Urahara Ichiro felt desperate.
Even with such a gap, he couldn't beat him. He could no longer understand how well He-El controlled Reishi and what kind of control skills he had to defeat a man with fifty years of training experience who had persevered and never stopped training because of one day's storm.
"What do you want to do?" Urahara Ichiro couldn't help but turn his head and look at He-El again, frightening the dead soul.
He-El is closer to him than before.
He couldn't help but roared angrily, and once again used a large amount of spiritual power to use Shunpo to distance himself.
"Asauchi is in your hand." He-El responded without hesitation.
He has a great interest in the shallow attack made by the master of the Phoenix Palace "Sword God" Nikaiya Wang Yue, and which he calls "the most powerful weapon with unlimited development potential".
This prototype of Zanpakuto was written by its owner with his own spirit and beliefs, thus becoming the only Zanpakuto.
Weapons that have developed all kinds of strange and special abilities are extremely special existences.
He-El also wants to know what his Shikai is.
Although I felt it vaguely, I still wanted to confirm it in advance.
Originally, he planned to teach Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku while passing through Rukongai, heading to Seireitei, and entering Shin'ō Academy, to learn more about Kidō and the analysis of the energy of Reishi, of course you must get a Asauchi and start your own Shikai.
Now it's okay for him to get a Asauchi in advance.
As for the life of Urahara Ichiro, there is no need to exist.
You offended yourself and still want to run away?
"Asshole!" Urahara Ichiro burst into anger in frustration.
The Asauchi in his hand has been instilled in his spirit, belief, and desire for decades. It is the Shikai that he looks forward to day and night, the hope of becoming the chief officer. Even if he dies, he cannot give up.
The longing for Shikai has become his inner demon-like obsession.
He would rather die than let go of this Asauchi.
He-El coveted his Asauchi, which made Urahara Ichiro so frustrated that his anger soared. He held Asauchi tightly with one hand and gritted his teeth, just as He-El was about to catch up.
"Hadō No. 11·Tsuzuri Raiden!" Urahara Ichiro chanted quickly, and the thunder flashed with intense lightning on Asauchi.
He turned around and struck He-El with his knife.
The Hadō 11·Tsuzuri Raiden wrapped around Asauchi exploded and spread like hundreds of pythons spreading in the air, and the chirping sound of thunder was like the chirping of thousands of birds.
This is Urahara Ichiro's most proud, most familiar, and most powerful move. He has trained it for more than thirty years. No ordinary officer can resist the power grid spread by Tsuzuri Raiden.
In his expectant eyes, He-El was directly entangled by thunder and surrounded into a ball.
"Hit!"
Urahara Ichiro was overjoyed, and when surprise rose in his eyes, he saw thunder passing through He-El's figure like a snake net.
He-El's figure disappeared in the thunder.
Cherry Blossom Fall's sword tip penetrated from Urahara Ichiro's chest, with a trace of blood.
He-El was behind Urahara Ichiro, stabbing him with a sword with a plain face.
Urahara Ichiro's fighting skills are actually not very good. What he relies on is the skill of Kidō and the way of swordsmanship.
But for me, it's just delivering food.
"You... you... how could you..." Urahara Ichiro was very unwilling, with blood gushing out of his throat, and he looked down at the tip of the sword that pierced his chest.
This time, he didn't even touch the corner of Haier's clothes, so he used his most powerful and skillful move in vain.
He-El shook his head, "It's just using the Reishi spilled from Shunpo to contact the sun to create a light and shadow effect, leaving a phantom."
He-El explained it a little bit, and there is nothing too strange about it.
But the operability is just straight up.
When Shunpo erupted in an instant, Reishi had an uncontrollable overflow. It was simply impossible to do what He-El said.
Urahara Ichiro knows the principle of Shunpo, and can directly understand how high the operational component between He-El's words is.
"So that's it! The gap... cough~~~"
Is the difference so big?
You can even do this kind of thing!
Urahara Ichiro coughed up a lot of blood, his face leaned forward in misery, his body twitched from the Cherry Blossom Fall sword, his whole body Reishi lost control, he could no longer Skywalking Technique, and fell from the air.
He held Asauchi tightly in his hand, and when he fell, he turned to look at He-El.
Suddenly, he pushed the Asauchi in his hand toward He-El with force, and he dropped it with blood dripping from his lips as he laughed miserably.
"See for me... the scenery of Shikai."
He laughed miserably, fell down, hit the tree trunk repeatedly, and fell on the stone wall. His body lay on it, his eyes were bleak as he died.
He-El looked down at him indifferently, then took the Asauchi and held it in his hand. Asauchi trembled slightly, which eliminated all the spirit and belief that Urahara Ichiro had poured into it, as well as the strong desire to want Shikai.
Everything about him left with his death.
Asauchi was docilely held in the hands of He-El, and was baptized by his Reishi, which was slightly glowing.
A feeling almost like a direct dialogue between the soul and oneself arose in He-El's heart.
He held the Asauchi upright in front of him, looked at it briefly, put it down, and walked back towards the village with his footsteps in the sky.
After a while, we arrived at the village.
The location where the battle took place formed a black and scorched pit, and many villagers watched He-El's return worriedly from a distance.
"Huh?"
He-El looked at the arrow left by Ichimaru Gin with slightly sharp eyes.