Lu Li stood barefoot on the bumpy tatami, blood gurgling on his body, like a bloody man. Mao Zhihua's sword skill specialization level must be much higher than his. In just ten minutes of fighting, he had already lost more than half of his life source value. There were stab wounds all over his body, and there were a few deeper stab wounds that faintly injured his muscles. He stepped forward and slowly walked towards Unohana, who was standing against the wall in the middle of the room. He felt as if he was climbing a steep snow peak. The peak he looked up to was the powerful sword skill that fell on him. The falling snow on his body is the icy cold murderous intention. Dying? It’s really frustrating. It’s obviously the first time for such a fun fight, but it’s going to end so soon? No, he hasn't fought enough yet, he has to keep climbing! His martial arts journey has just begun. Lu Li glanced at the shallow blow in his hand. Aizen once said that he was resisting the power, but even now he is not sure whether this is the case. But after entering that purgatory many times and trying to communicate with the demon-like figure, he seemed to have some clarity in his heart.
Why ask Him for His real name? Shouldn't it be me who decides the name of my Zanpakutō? Right, prisoner demon. … The aura has changed. Mao Zhihua, who was about to step forward for the final fight with Lu Li, paused because she noticed that Lu Li's aura had changed. The rays of the setting sun shone on Lu Li's back through the paper window that had been cut by a knife, and blood slid down the knotted muscles, like a ghost crying blood. Blood dripped at the man's feet, creating a purple-black dream on the tatami. From Unohana's perspective, the man stood in front of the huge portrait, with the light of the setting sun behind him, and above his side were the tiger's eyes in the painting. The man spoke, and his deep voice knocked open the heart of Mao Zhihua, opening the door to purgatory. "Break the chains, prisoner demon." Along with the sound, purple-black mist rose from Lu Li's body, fluttering to the side and upward due to the breeze. For a moment, the tiger on the giant painting seemed to come to life, because its eyes were filled with energy. Its muscular tiger arms were ready to attack, facing the ferocious evil ghost with a pounce attitude, its tiger eyes ignited with purple-black flames, just like the rising fighting spirit of the man standing under it. roar-- The vibration caused by the spiritual pressure is like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, as if the demon god who has been imprisoned for countless reincarnations is cheering and pouring out his anger! The man stood there, holding the reborn Zanpakutō in his hand. There is a hollow blood groove in the middle of the pitch-black blade, with purple-black twisted vine-like lines all over it. The lines extend to the handle of the knife, turning into purple-black chains that wrap around the man's arm. Purple-black mist wrapped around the man's body, looking like Shura against the blood. Lu Li slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if he was reborn. His spiritual pressure temporarily rose again, truly reaching the same level as Maozhihua, and he also felt the suppressive force acting on him, which meant that His reiatsu could have been increased even more.
At this time, all his combat attributes have increased by 1 point, and the original lowest strength attribute has increased by 2 points! Not only that, he felt that his facial features were sharper and his nerve reflex speed had also been greatly improved. As for the prisoner demon in his hand, compared with the previous shallow strike, its sharpness is not at the same level. Looking at Lu Li after he had just solved it, Mao Zhihua said with a dangerous smile, "Have you just solved it? Student Lu, it seems you can please me even more." She was holding the Nakashizuku Sui, but did not perform the initial release, because her Zanpakutō is a biological Zanpakutō. After the initial release, the Zanpakutō will turn into a huge and flat one-eyed monster similar to a manta fish, which is very important to her current situation. The fight was of little help; rather, it would affect her enjoyment of the fight. "It's the end of the semester..." Lu Li turned to hold the knife in both hands, lowering his lower body, fighting intent rising in his purple-black eyes, "...it's time to hand in the paper to the teacher!" As his voice fell, the tatami flipped backwards and took off, air waves arose, and the purple-black mist stretched out into long strips, like a line in front of a giant painting. When the flesh beast intersects with the prisoner demon, the fire is like iron trees and silver flowers. In the blink of an eye, both sides had executed dozens of blows, and Mao Zhihua's eyes were filled with murderous intent and joy. Yes, that's it, come and please me! Qi Mo slashed his sword from top to bottom. Mao Zhihua held the sword with one hand and pressed the back of the sword with the other, blocking Lu Li's blow. Under Mao Zhihua's surprised gaze, Lu Li unexpectedly had no back-turning force. Instead, he further increased his force when the swords intersected, and used the powerful counter-shock force to lift off. He shot towards the ceiling like a bullet, adjusted his body in the air and stood upside down, and then he found his footing again. The muscles of his legs were like a tiger on a giant painting, and his bare feet gripped the ceiling like claws. In the next moment, Lu Li shot downwards like a cannonball, his jet-black knife carrying purple-black mist, slashing towards the opponent's head. bite-- Mao Zhihua couldn't help but lower her body after blocking the sword, and took several steps back to offset the force. Thousands of years of combat experience allowed her to move quickly and avoid Lu Li's follow-up sword. The two sides increased their speed again, and the light of swords and blood flew together, outlining a painting of violence and killing in the misty fog. The floor, walls and even the ceiling have become the foothold of the two, and their battle has been upgraded from a plane to a three-dimensional one. In the sparks caused by the friction of the Zanpakutō, the eyes of madness and madness collided, and the killing intent and fighting intent intertwined. After another collision, the two jumped backwards with great force and stepped on the wall at the same time. boom-- With a loud noise, the wall behind Lu Li shattered, and his extremely fast thrust turned him into a purple-black stream of light. The Maozhihua's sudden advance was silent, but it contained a breathtaking murderous aura, turning into a cherry-white phantom at top speed. The two met at the midpoint, then passed each other. Blood-colored arcs sprinkled on the giant painting like splashing ink, dyeing the devil red, and slowly slid down from her chest, like a strange rain. Lu Li turned around and glanced at the arm that had just landed in mid-air. It was his left arm, which was almost cut off at the root. Lu Li swung his sword with blood, drawing an elegant arc on the ground, and looked at the Mao Zhihua standing under the evil ghost. "Hahaha……"
Mao Zhihua turned her back to Lu Li and let out a slightly crazy laugh, "Student Lu, do you want to join the Fourth Division?" Lu Li raised his hand to perform emergency treatment on the wound to stop the bleeding. He shook his head, "Although Teacher Uozhihua's proposal is very tempting, I want to go outside to see the bigger world first." "Really... That's a pity, but you're right, the Fourth Division is not suitable for you." Mao Zhihua slowly turned around. At this time, there was a wound on her chest, from her left shoulder to her lower abdomen, just like how she usually killed Lu Li when teaching him how to return. She lost. If her spiritual pressure hadn't been extremely high, Lu Li's sword could have cut her off with the power of his sword. At that last moment, Lu Li was not only one point faster than him, but he was also better at making decisions. As a result, Lu Li lost an arm and she suffered a "fatal injury." With her fighting experience, she could certainly tell who would lose and who would win. Lu Li's knife could be said to have brought her to consciousness. She could continue to fight and enjoy the fight until Lu Li died, but when she became more sober, she felt that it was not only irresponsible for the assessment, but also a waste like a cow chewing a peony. She stared at the man with a broken arm in front of her, her eyes shining with longing for the future. I really want to fight with you...in peak condition.