I teach kendo in the ninja world

boom--

A big explosion that cannot be described in words happened. The space was first shattered into pieces, and then melted and evaporated by the scorching sun.

Immeasurable light and heat spurted out from the intersection of the two men's swords, and golden brilliance instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

Even the red-haired, Hawkeye, Zoro and others who were slightly behind had to raise their hands to half-cover their eyes in order to barely check the details of the confrontation between the two.

There was only one person who didn't have to do this, and that was Roger, who was holding a short sword and had an upturned beard.

In his ears, he could clearly hear the wail of space, and... the image of Whitebeard!

Therefore, when Whitebeard's huge body flew back, he was the only one who did not dodge, because he had already found the angle, held the knife in one hand, and jumped up.

The tyrannical domineering aura wrapped around the famous sword "Ace" in his hand, and he swung a slash at high speed that Araki could not avoid!

[God avoids]!

Although it is said that even the gods can only dodge the powerful attack, it does not look as shocking as the white beard that just directly tore the space apart.

But Araki, who was focused on the front, was no more relaxed than before.

In his perception, Roger's sword was too harmonious and perfect.

Along with the opponent's movements, the wind echoed him and gave him a boost. The air automatically moved out of the way to make way for him. Everything in the surrounding environment seemed to be helping him. The figure holding a knife in one hand seemed to It is the center of heaven and earth, the darling of the world.

And his enemy Araki was forced to become the enemy of the world.

This is a completely different feeling from Whitebeard's previous blow that split the space.

Whitebeard can cut through space because he is powerful enough, but this is only his own strength. Whitebeard cannot get any help from the surrounding environment.His overlord-colored domineering energy is just wrapped around the weapons here.

But Roger is different now. His overbearing domineering energy seems to have assimilated the entire world, turning the surroundings into his own domain.

Here, his strength will be brought into full play and even beyond its limits, while Araki, the enemy, will be severely restricted.

"Listen to the voice of all things? The territory of the Overlord?"

These two terms naturally flashed through Araki's mind.

These are all Roger's special abilities.

But at this moment, Roger had already heard the brief weakness that he had had before he had time to recover after he had just fought a big move with Whitebeard, and took the opportunity to use his more powerful attack.

Although Araki responded, he was not prepared after all. Therefore, he fell into a disadvantage in the new round of collision and was sent flying by Roger.

As soon as he flew, the space on the battlefield was instantly stretched, and the three great swordsmen behind him who had never been able to get the chance to fish out their mobile phones were finally happy.

Hawkeye held Ye, one of the supreme sharp knives, in both hands, and struggled to slash a green sword wave spanning a kilometer in the direction where Araki flew backwards.

Zoro, the green algae head, jumped up with his hands and mouth, holding three swords. Dark ghostly energy erupted from his body, and the three swords instantly turned pitch black.

"Nine mountains and eight seas form one world. When thousands of worlds are gathered together, they become the 'small thousand worlds'. This world is multiplied by three, and there is no self. This is the secret of the Three Swordsman Style... One big thousand world and three thousand big thousand worlds!!"

After a long chant, he sang a huge slash that was almost as powerful as Hawkeye.

The red-haired man's movements were simpler. He pulled out the famous sword Griffin from his waist with one hand and swung the sword in an unpretentious manner.

The slash with overlord-colored domineering energy went hand in hand with the other two sword auras, and flew towards Araki in the shape of a trident.

Araki's inverted flight didn't last long. He flapped his wings behind his back and quickly stabilized his figure.

Although it seemed a bit embarrassing to be cut away, it also allowed him to get out of the influence of Roger's strange ability.

After all, it's just an illusion, and it's impossible to control such a huge area like the real Roger.

However, the move just now also made him understand that with the strength he showed now, it seemed that it was indeed difficult to break through the world controlled by the opponent.

That's right, his first thought was not to learn the opponent's methods and fight for control of the world, but to defeat all the world controlled by the opponent!

One sword can defeat all means, this is the way a swordsman should think.

"I wasn't strong enough just now, so I'll get stronger!"

Araki did not rush to deal with the three slashes flying towards him, but slowly closed his eyes and called in his heart: "Unsheath, Kenpachi!"

hum-

In an instant, a huge aura spurted out from his body. It was a powerful spiritual pressure mixed with two completely different feelings of coldness and blazing murderous aura!

Wherever the spiritual pressure swept through, the entire space began to be covered with a faint layer of blood.

Because the soul is cast into the Zanpakutō, the soul power that Araki can call upon without freeing the Zanpakutō is relatively limited.

Now, is his true complete form.

In the scarlet blood mist, a beautiful shadow loomed, as if it was a symbol of killing and death.

Just relying on the explosive power of the spiritual pressure when it burst out, he was able to block the tentative slashes of the three great swordsmen Hawkeye, Zoro and Red Hair.

No, it can't be said to be blocking, but melting.

This blood mist itself seemed to have a strong corrosive ability. When the three slashes flew into the coverage of the blood mist, they became smaller and smaller, became weaker and weaker, and finally dissipated into nothing.

Then, the scarlet mist that almost filled the entire space began to shrink and condense, and the figure symbolizing killing and death in the blood mist became increasingly clear.

It's a pity that she couldn't truly transform before Araki could call her name correctly, so it all ended up condensing on the sharp sword in his hand.

The long sword [Eight Thousand Styles], which had previously turned golden due to celestial magic, had now completely turned into blood.

The crimson edge of the sword seemed to have been soaked in the blood of the mountain of corpses for thousands of years. Just by looking at it for a moment, one could feel a choking murderous aura and a chill on the hair.

Holding the brand new [Eight Thousand Styles], Araki raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the great swordsmen opposite who had become solemn since the appearance of the blood mist, and said with a smile:

"The second round has begun!"

In this round, Araki took the initiative.

Before he finished speaking, he appeared in front of Roger, who had just slashed him away, and held out a sword.

"God avoid!"

Roger once again connected heaven and earth and used his most powerful trick.

boom!

Rumbling--

The swords clashed, and the indescribable powerful impact erupted even before the two swords actually collided.

But this time, it was no longer Araki who was repelled.

clack clack-

As cracks appeared one after another, the world that was integrated with Roger was torn apart by Araki!

"This style will destroy everything! Everything in the world will be reduced to ashes!"