Looking up at the high Jingle Spring Water, the lark really had an uncomfortable feeling, but he didn't have much time to think about this problem, just like he said, Jingle Spring Water would not give the lark time to prepare. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was like an axe slashing down from the sky, with an unstoppable momentum.

Of course, the lark who has suffered a loss will not be fooled, and in its current form, it is impossible to take this blow head-on.

The whole earth trembled, and the smoke and dust filled the center of the battle, and everyone wanted to know the outcome inside, whether the lark had dodged the blow or not.

"You can bite me back in this situation, it's a good job, Skylark Kyoya." The smoke and dust slowly cleared, and what appeared in front of him was Jingle Chunshui carrying the long knife in his left hand on his shoulder, while his right hand was pulling without the slightest strength, apparently his arm was broken by the lark.

As for the lark, everyone can't wait to see what the lark looks like now.

The blood fell to the ground "ticking" along the left arm, and it also drooped weakly, the whole arm seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, and the torch pulled the shadow of the lark for a long time until the feet of Jingle Chunshui.

"Captain Skylark is also injured, is it a draw, what happened just now?" Qixu helped his glasses.

"I see, your knife can be ・・・・・・ from the shadows," the lark made his hypothesis with great interest.

"Well, it's okay to know, there's no need to say it, and it's not a big deal. Jingle Chunshui interrupted the lark's speech with a smile, and also proved that the lark's conjecture was correct.

The unknown crowd looked at the two captains in the center of the field, trying to find some clues from their words, but it was useless, and everyone still didn't know what was going on, huh? No, there seems to be something wrong, Captain Chunshui's short knife and the duckweed in Captain Skylark's left hand turned somewhere, everyone's eyes swept tightly across every corner of the ground, and finally found the short knife in his right hand at the foot of Jingle Chunshui, because the blade was all submerged into the ground, the black handle was not so obvious under the shroud of the night, but it was even more weird, and the duckweed of the lark was lying quietly in the collapsed wall of the Yaban team, emitting a cold luster under the light of the fire.

"There's still a knife missing!" the lark said with a smile, lowering his weight to adjust the balance of his body, his body rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground like a gust of wind blowing through the ground, and the white captain Haori shuttled through the night like a white butterfly.

I really don't know why I was so impulsive at the time, if I really wanted to go back to my youth, and I sighed for a moment: "Now is not the time to hand it over to you young people." His eyes narrowed into a straight line, and the knife in his left hand was raised high: "Ghost, white." ”

Once again, smoke filled the field, followed by the sound of blades slashing across bodies and blunt objects hitting bodies.

"Ahem, ahem, did you keep your hand, but the lark seems to have kept a hand? There is no way, the movement of the two is too big, and it is impossible to pay attention to it, Fuzhu has white hair, his eyes are like electricity, and he has watched the whole process from beginning to end.

At the moment when the spring water slashed, the lark dodged the unstoppable blow with an instant, but then the spring water used the faint fire light to accurately insert the short knife shadow ghost in his right hand into the shadow of the lark on the ground.

And what is surprising is that the lark faced a blow that could not be dodged, and used the instinct of his body to throw the duckweed out, and came to exchange injuries for injuries.

Then the lark charged again, and Chunshui slashed at the lark's chest with the ability of the ghost.

Faced with illogical trauma, the lark used a crutch to slam Chunshui's back a second before he lost consciousness, and exchanged injuries for injuries again.

If the lark knew Chunshui's ability in advance, he believed that the victory or defeat could be said, at least he had his own way of dealing with Chunshui's double knives, after all, what he was holding in his hand was also a rare pair of slashing knives.

"Hey—isn't it going too far, but hopefully it won't affect the plans in a few days." Ukitake shook his head and looked at the smoke and dust dissipated and the two people who fell on the field sighed helplessly, if he encountered this situation, it must have been this kind of ending.

"Captain Uno Hana looks like he's going to trouble you. Chunshui lay on the ground and said quietly.

The gods of death obediently gave way to Mao Zhihua and walked over step by step: "Captain Chunshui's duty to treat the wounded is just the duty of our fourth team—" Mao Zhihua glanced at the messy field and collapsed walls: "Should you give me an explanation, this seems to be something extra, right?"

"It's just ・・・・・・ rare to be infected by the blood of young people. "In the face of the blackening of the flower, how many people dare to face it alone, I really envy you, the lark faints, so I don't have to worry about anything, hey, the old man has to find a way to explain it."

Chunshui didn't know that the corners of the lark's mouth were slightly upturned behind him, even if the lark was injured and faced thousands of troops, he didn't want to face the blackening of Sister Split.

"Has the strength of the lark-kun reached this point? It's really exciting, but for now, you're still far behind. "Ichimaru Silver is like a silver-gray fox squatting in the corner of the house and watching the whole competition.

"Oh, why do you regret it?" Aizen stood higher up in the house and looked down at Ichimaru Gin.

"Regret? What is that?" Ichimaru Silver squinted his eyes and stood up: "What should you do if your play tomorrow is ruined?"

"Are you referring to the lark?" Aizen turned around and left a back, "just a poor creature who doesn't understand anything." ”

Watching Aizen walk away, Maruyin jumped down: "I don't know anything, I know everything, right, don't you think so in your heart." ”

The lark and the spring water were sent to the stretcher, and the flower of the moon smiled vigorously beside him, of course, the life of the lark was still very good, after all, he was now "unconscious", and the spring water went in the other direction completely, not only lying on the stretcher, but also looking at the slightly upturned corners of the mouth of the flower of the hair, until the medical room of the fourth team ended.

"Hey Skylark-san, shouldn't you get up and explain to Captain Uno Hana." ”

"There's nothing to explain, it's just a plan, isn't it?" The lark was no longer in a state of fainting to the ground, and he sat up in an instant, moving his body as if nothing happened.

"I knew it wouldn't hurt you. Chunshui sat up as if nothing happened, but the next second Chunshui let out an earth-shattering scream: "-Ah!"

U Zhihua put his dislocated arm back on, in fact, Mao Zhihua saw it as early as the beginning, after all, she is the captain of the medical team, how can she do it without this ability: "Captain Chunshui, I have already treated your injury, and it will be your turn next for the lark." ”

The lark was clever, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on it in his sleep for no reason, "Bang, bang" The sound of the window breaking came and the lark stood quietly on the other side of the window: "Captain Chunshui, I also know that I can't hurt you at all, it's a pity, but goodbye." In the sound of Chunshui gritting his teeth, the lark disappeared from the sight of the two, but the rolls of gauze in the lark's hand before leaving proved that he had not forgotten his business, at least the play continued.