In this underground space made of murderous stones that insulate spiritual pressure, Luo Ya and U no Hua Lie are far away.

At this time, Mao Zhihua Lie is no longer the captain of the Fourth Team Rescue Team, nor is he a medical saint who saves lives and helps the wounded, but a great villain who has been unprecedentedly in the corpse soul world for thousands of years, and Mao Zhihua is eight thousand streams!

Luo Ya's eyes were sharp, he didn't release the spiritual pressure, he just simply held the Thousand Illusions in his hand, and released the sword intent of his great swordsman wantonly, and the ground under his feet seemed to be a little unable to withstand this sword intent, and there was a slight crack.

Although Mao Zhihua Lie is familiar with the sword path school of the Corpse Soul Realm, and when it comes to kendo alone, he is the strongest person in the Corpse Soul Realm, but even so, under the pressure of Luo Yan's great sword intent, she actually felt a heavy pressure!

Even.

It was as if she had seen the hallucinatory image of herself being split in half by a sword.

Under the pressure of Luo Ya's sword intent, Mao Zhihualie suddenly smiled, that smile was very different from the usual smile, it was an excited and trembling smile!

Sou!!!

Mao Zhihua Lie drew his sword, and the whole person took a step forward, and in an instant, it was a sword light, slashing towards Luo Yadang's head.

Draw your sword and slash!

As a master of the sword school in the corpse soul world, the self-proclaimed eight thousand streams of the U no Hua Lie, for the most basic sword slash of the sword, naturally is skilled can no longer be skilled, this sword swinged, flawless, almost impeccable, as if the world has turned into a picture scroll, dividing this picture scroll into two.

And as the opponent of Mao Zhihualie, Luo Ya also stepped forward and bowed down to draw his sword at the moment when Mao Zhihualie made his move.

The same is the drawing of the sword!

If the sword of the flower is full of a fierce and vicious momentum, as if it wants to slaughter everything, then Luo Ya's sword is so natural that it is difficult to describe in words.

The spiritual pressure of the flower flame had already been released, and it was superimposed on the blade of the sword, forming a strong sword pressure, like a landslide.

And Luo Ya was under the twinkle of his eyes, and he also released his spiritual pressure, and adjusted this spiritual pressure to a level similar to that of Mao Zhihualie.

Bite!!

Their swords collided in the air.

It was just a subtle crisp sword sound, as if there was no strength at all, but Luo Ya and Mao Zhihualie both knew that the collision of this sword was a powerful condensation!

If it is slashed above the ground, it is enough to cut the earth open an abyss!

A sword collided, seemingly equal to each other, but Uno Hanari felt his fingers vibrate violently, and he almost failed to hold his sword.

In this blow, the flower of Mao, who fell into the downwind, suddenly brightened his eyes.

Why?

Why is his spiritual pressure similar to mine, but his sword is stronger than mine?!

As if seeing a new world, Mao Zhihua Lie shouted in a low voice, holding the sword in both hands, his fingers were violently forced, and the whole person's spiritual pressure was completely violent, swinging his sword towards Luo Ya and slashing down.

Ding Ding Dong Dong!!

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of moves.

Among these dozens of moves, the vast majority of them were Mao Zhihua Lie's attack, and each of her swords was extremely fierce and fierce, which was diametrically opposed to her usual gentle and elegant appearance, and was almost not inferior to the madness of Kenpachi.

But.

Even if she didn't care about whether she would get hurt at all, she went all out and used her most fierce attack, but she still couldn't get the slightest advantage from Luo Ya's hands!

Luo Ya's expression was solemn, but the whole person had a feeling of lightness, obviously the spiritual pressure of Mao Zhihua Lie was extremely close, no matter up or down, but every sword he used could easily suppress Mao Zhihua Lie!

Laugh at!!

Seeing that the strong attack could not gain the upper hand, Mao Zhihualie immediately changed the attack, and the swordsmanship changed to flexibility, like a stream of water, constantly winding up, wanting to slowly tighten and strangle Luo Ya.

However.

Under the attack of her flowing water sword, the sword in Luo Ya's hand was as thick as a mountain, and it was not penetrated by any water at all, and every time the sword suppression fell, it shattered her flowing water sword technique.

At this time, Mao Zhihualie could no longer describe her state of mind in words, and she thought that she knew all the kendo schools in the corpse soul world, but she couldn't see through Luo Ya's kendo at all!

Even she felt that if Luo Ya took the initiative to attack, she would probably not be able to catch a few moves, and she would be injured, and the gap between the two in terms of kendo was simply like an abyss, insurmountable!

"Why, why is there such a big gap between my kendo and him. ”

Mao Zhihualie's whole person was in a state of extreme excitement, she thought that she had reached the apex of the corpse soul realm in terms of swordsmanship, but now she suddenly saw that the position she was in was not the apex, and at that higher place, there were unreachable clouds!

Ding Ding Dong Dong!!

Uno Hanari began to constantly change his offensive and displayed all of his most proficient and self-confessed most ferocious kendo swordsmanship.

She held the sword in both hands, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be like a phantom, and the curved slashing knife in her hand crossed a strange arc in the air with the transformation, as if it was impossible to avoid it at all.

"Instant Ghost Slash!"

In the face of her sword moves, Luo Ya simply made the thousand illusions too high and fell suddenly, without any special sword moves, some just suppressed people with power!

What is a great swordsman?

Every move, every style, can burst out with the strongest power, integrate all swordsmanship, and finally sublimate, under one sword, kill everything!

Qiang!!

Under Luo Yan's heavy, landslide-like sword, the ghost slash of Mao Zhihualie was instantly cracked, and she was forced to swing her sword to resist, and under one block, her wrist shook violently, and the whole person involuntarily took a step back.

"Almost. ”

A sword knocked Mao no Hua Lie back, and Luo Yan's serious expression disappeared in an instant, and it turned out to be in the middle of the battle, and he smiled casually at Mao no Hua Lie.

Mao Zhihua was stunned, and a feeling that could not be described in words surged in her heart, she had been immersed in this battle, all she thought about was how to fight, and at this time, she was awakened by Luo Ya's words, and she finally reacted...... She is no match for Roya.

Lost?

No.

How long has it been since I realized such a battle, how can it end like this, it is absolutely impossible!

Mao Zhihua Lie took a deep breath, shook the sword sideways, and the spiritual pressure of his whole body suddenly exploded, rising into the sky, dyeing the background behind him into pitch black and blood red!

"Solve it, do it all!"

Rumble!

The terrifying spiritual pressure rises to the sky!

Mao Zhihua Lie is one of the strongest captains of the thirteenth team of the first generation of the court, and she is also the first captain of the eleventh team, and her strength is close to the peak even among the strongest first-generation thirteen teams, and under the explosion of all her spiritual pressure, she seems to be much stronger than the average captain.

Even if it's not as good as Yamamoto Motoyanagisai, it's not far off!

However.

Just when Mao Zhihualie broke out with all his strength, intending to shoot without reservation and enjoy this battle, even if he died in battle, Luo Ya shook his head slightly.

"Alas...... In that case......"

In the face of the swastika of the swastika of the swastika of the swastika of the swastika of the swastika and the swastika of the swastika and the swastika of the swastika of the swastika and the swastika of

Bite!!!

With a crisp sword roar, the fierce sword of the flower flew out of his hand, fell far away dozens of meters away, and was inserted into the ground.

And the thousand illusions in Luo Ya's hand were against the chest of the flower of Mao.

One move.

The winner is decided!