Byakuya's son

There is almost no light in the dark space, only the sparks erupting when the blades collide in every corner and the cold light flickering from the sharp blades floating around. Fight in a small space.Neither of them had the slightest distracting thoughts in their hearts, and neither of them dared to relax easily. The nerves seemed to be tightly stretched by the bowstring, and it seemed that greater strength would erupt at any time, or the bowstring would break at any time.

New blood is constantly being left on the ground, some white and some transparent.The fighting methods of the two sides can be described as ferocious, there is no defensiveness at all, and they would even trade injuries for injuries to cause the other party to be severely injured.But Tongming didn't have the slightest scar on his body at this moment. Almost at the same time he was injured, his super-speed regeneration physique allowed him to recover again, so he didn't mind exchanging an arm for Bai Zai even if he felt the annoying pain. A little bloodstain.

However, even though Bai Zai obtained the power that he didn't have before, he was still the god of death in essence. Even if he had the noble blood of one of the four nobles, he still couldn't bear the heavy bleeding in a short period of time, let alone the blood in his body. A violent force is wantonly destroying his body.

However, the massive loss of blood didn't seem to make him feel weak. Instead, he hesitated to lose weight, and the speed became faster and faster. From the beginning, he couldn't adapt to Tong Ming's almost demon speed, and now he has gradually caught up with his fighting rhythm. , and abandoned the kendo moves that have been practiced for a hundred years, and just fought with the same instinct as Shi Xian and Tong Ming.

There is no trace of the elegance of the nobles in the past, but only a more distinct persistence.

A scoop of blood splashed out from the left shoulders of the two of them again. As the two retreated quickly, a footprint was drawn on the ground, and the dark red liquid was also sprinkled on it.

But the two sides did not continue to fight as before, but finally stopped.The transparent clothes were tattered, revealing fair skin without scars. He stared intently at the man in front of him who would never fall no matter how injured he was, which made him feel a faint sense of fear—why is he still alive?

Most of his clothes were already soaked in blood, and the warmth of the blood had already turned into the unique coldness of liquid, sticking to his body made Bai Zai's numb body feel a little uncomfortable, his pale face, slight Panting heavily, feeling powerless at the same time, I actually felt a relief that I didn't even want to admit.

As expected of Fei Zhen's son...

"I approve of you." Bai Zai said, with a serious face, he didn't even notice that his voice was starting to become hoarse and weak, "So, I won't let you live in such a shameful way."

Slowly raised the drooping blade, and clenched it with both hands. The body that was already almost overdrawn actually burst out a spiritual pressure at this moment, and the back gradually began to light up, and the cherry blossom petals began to dance around the body again, and gradually solidified. , from the weak light to dazzling, the original reddish light was completely covered by white.

The moment the wings made up of these light spots spread, Tong Ming's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his fear finally began to spread uncontrollably, but the curiosity still persisted—he was obviously stronger than the other party, but why? Is he the one who is afraid?

"The Final Scene of Thousand Cherry Blossoms·Baidi Sword."

The move has not yet been released, but the momentum is still astonishing. Tongming knows that he cannot retreat, because there is no place for him to retreat here. The only consequence of using dodge to face this kind of move in this limited space is death, so he entered , and the moment his body moved, Bai Zai also moved...

"Pfft..." Blood splattered everywhere.

In Bai Zai's pupils, a small dagger was reflected...and pierced into Tong Ming's chest.

……

Tongming felt as if he had had a very long dream. He dreamed ridiculously that he became Aizen's subordinate and obeyed him like a dog raised by a hunter.So he felt very ashamed and very angry, but because it was a dream, he could only vaguely feel this kind of anger while being a dog.

Fortunately, he is awake now.

Then he saw the scariest scene so far - the blade in his own hand pierced Bai Zai's chest.

It's far scarier than being a dog.

He wanted to cry out in horror, but found that he was still unable to make a sound as in his dream, and he didn't even have the strength to move his hand to pull out the sword. He was a little confused to see Bai Zai's little sword gradually melting on his chest , he didn't feel any pain, but only felt a warmth spread in his chest, and some familiar memories began to wake up, and he seemed to read the memory again, which was extremely profound.

Even the blurred face of the mother in the memory seemed as clear as before.

"It looks...cough! You seem to have woken up." Bai Zai, who was pale, looked at Tong Ming, who was also pale, and deduced from his expression that what he had done was not in vain. He rarely blamed Tong Ming. The crystal liquid that began to appear in the middle at this moment, just snorted softly, then retreated sharply, forcibly pulled out the sharp blade that pierced his chest, and then threw the sharp blade aside casually, suddenly found that his knees were soft.

Bai Zai knelt down on one knee, covered his chest with one hand, and supported his body tremblingly with the other.

"Kisuke Urahara... deduced that it will take some time for you to reply, so there is no need to panic." After confirming Tongming's condition, Bai Zai finally sat down. His breathing also began to be a little short, so he suddenly felt a little unhappy, "There is a problem, I have always wanted to correct you, but I have never had a chance to say it, or... I didn't want to say it, but now I have to explain."

"...I'm afraid I won't have the chance to talk about it in the future."

After all, Tong Ming's tears still didn't stay in his eyes honestly, and stayed. He made some noises "ah... heh...", but he still couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Bai Zai didn't care about his reaction, and continued talking on his own. At this moment, he rarely had more words than usual. It seemed that he held back these words for a long time, "I asked you about that marriage. Opinion, I am very dissatisfied with your answer."

"You asked me what I would do, and I told you I would get married, and then you agreed..."

The surrounding pitch-black space began to see light, and cracks appeared.

"I once asked you, what kind of person do you want to be called, and you said you wanted to be like me..."

The blade that was originally suspended in the air began to fall powerlessly, and before it hit the ground, it had turned into petals and fell to the ground.

"And the truth is... there's no way you can be like me, so I'm disappointed."

The cracks around the pitch-black space began to expand continuously, and Bai Zai's swastika began to gradually collapse.

"I'm very disappointed... A man named Kuchiki Tomoaki set his goal in life to become a copy of Kuchiki Byakuya."

The pink petals gathered in Bai Zai's hands, forming a sword, and then he stood up again holding the sword, and then Bai Zai took off the silver and white wind flower gauze that had been dyed red around his neck, and threw it away. To Tongming, the pink petals dragged the treasure passed down from generation to generation of the Kuchiki family, and draped it on Tongming's shoulders, "From today onwards, you are the No. -kill."

As soon as the words fell, Bai Zai's swastika finally completely collapsed into petals, flying in the air and dissipating continuously, and finally gathered on the blade in Bai Zai's hand.Then Bai Zai turned around and saw Jianba's figure lying in a pool of blood, and three opponents of different shapes outside.

Then he tore off the cuff of his left hand with his teeth somewhat indecently, and made a thin strip of cloth, which entangled his right hand and the handle of the knife—he almost lost the strength to hold the knife.

Naturally, he was not interested in looking up at Jian Ba ​​on the ground. He had no interest in such an embarrassing comrade-in-arms who fell in front of the enemy, so he only asked the opponents in front of him a word.

"Who will die first?"