"Mao, Flower, Eight, Thousand, Flow!"

The name Madara called out contained a history that Mao Zhihualie didn't dare to look back on, and she couldn't help but change her face when she had always maintained a gentle and lovely attitude.

"What? Now that you've come to the Void Circle, you're ready to become the Eight Thousand Streams of the Flower of the U to become enlightened," the smile on Madara's face deepened, and he kept saying, "Then why do you still show such a face?" ”

"Hmph," but Uno Hanari didn't seem to have the intention of letting Madara continue, and directly pulled out his own slashing knife with his backhand, and put it on Madara's neck between the lightning and flint: "You just need to know that I'm here to kill you, and that's enough."

"Oh?" Madara raised his eyebrows, looking with interest at the Uno Flower Lie, who suddenly looked extremely gloomy and exuded a terrifying and murderous aura on his body, as if he didn't care that his little life was in the hand of the Uno Flower Lie, "Kill me?" What kind of confidence do you have to say such nonsense? ”

"Of course it's the knife in my hand!" Uno Hanari said coldly, but Madara was keenly aware of the faint fluctuations in the spiritual pressure on Uno Hanariu's body, showing that her heart was not as calm as it seemed.

"Is it because it is difficult to save Kenpachi and I have a sense of identity again with my identity as the 'original Kenpachi'?" Madara muttered, and then his lips opened slightly, wanting to say something. But Uno Hanari didn't want Madara to continue to show his mouth.

"Ahh Madara took a step back and dodged at the last moment. Madara then retreated, his figure flickering rapidly, dodging the stabbing that followed like a storm of stabbing from Uno Hana.

"Zheng~" Then Madara flicked his wrist, and a black rod with a sharp tip shot out of his cuff, and he opened the sword of the flower of Mao.

"Brush,"

After Bange opened the attack of the Flower Lie, he threw his hand and continued to shoot a black rod towards the Flower Lie, but as the first generation of Kenpachi, the Flower Flame naturally would not be hit by Madara's simple attack, and when she saw the knife in her hand swing slightly, she blocked Madara's attack.

"It's good, it's exactly what I want." After a few rounds of fighting with Uno Hanari again, Madara's face remained unchanged, but there was a slight wave in his heart. Although he had been prepared for the strength of the U no Hua Lie for a long time, he didn't expect the U no Hua Lie's tricks to be so subtle.

"It's worthy of being a woman who claims to master all the schools and sword schools in the world, and named herself 'Eight Thousand Streams'." From just now to now, the two have fought hundreds of rounds in just a few tens of seconds, but even in the chaotic Warring States Period, Madara who has experienced a hundred battles can't get a favor in her hands, so Madara can't help but exclaim.

"Your sword is even weaker than when you were in the Corpse Soul Realm." For Madara's praise, Mao Zhihualie didn't take it to heart at all, but said coldly, not saving Madara a little face.

"Really?" Madara laughed at Uno Hanari's mockery, and then replied with a powerful blow, watching Uno Hanari take three steps back under his own blow, Madara said with a haughty smile, "What now? ”

"No, you haven't understood, have you?" Although U Zhihua Lie took three steps back, his face did not change at all, and he continued to say coldly, "Although your spiritual pressure has changed drastically compared to the beginning, your sword-wielding heart has long been corroded. ”

"Long-winded!" Madara frowned, the speed of the black rod in his hand suddenly accelerated, and for a while, the black light flickered, and even several stabbing blows were against the cheeks of the flower of the U no Hana.

In the face of Madara's sudden outburst, Uno Hanari was not surprised and rejoiced, knowing that the other party had been made a little impatient by his own words, so he calmed down and avoided Madara's stormy attack, and then grabbed Madara's flaw, and the knife flashed.

"Poof,"

The sound of flesh tearing sounded, although it was not large, but it sounded like a thunderbolt to Madara, and he was a little dazed and at a loss.

Although Madara had experienced a hundred battles in the Warring States Period, and had developed a super strong body and sword skills that were one against one hundred enemies, but Mao no Hua Lie was still surpassed, and she who had mastered almost all the genres of tricks in the world definitely surpassed Madara in terms of sword skills. In addition, Madara was a little anxious at this time, so it was inevitable that he would be injured.

"How... How can it be? How could I..."Madara, who was injured for the first time in hundreds of years, seemed to have a hard time accepting this fact, and muttered as he clutched his right shoulder.

"You're sluggish for fighting, Madara." Uno Hanari slowly approached Madara and said lightly. However, although her mouth was relaxed, her vigilance had not diminished in the slightest, and she did not believe that the King of the Void Circle, who dared to be an enemy of the Corpse Soul Realm, would be unsettled because of her injury.

However, Uno Hanari was sure that the knife he had just pierced Madara's shoulder blade, and Madara should be unable to move his right hand now. So Uno Hanari's attention was all on Madara's left hand, preventing him from striking with his left hand.

However, Uno Hanari's judgment was wrong, and Madara saw that Uno Hanari was close enough to him and his right hand made a lightning move, although Uno Hanari reacted in time and turned sideways, but Madara still stabbed the black rod in his hand into Uno Hanari's left arm.

The situation had changed between the flashes and flints, and the Uno Hanari retreated with an injury, while Madara took advantage of the victory to pursue, and with a shake of his left hand, he grabbed another black stick and slashed towards the Uno Hanari. However, Mao no Hua Lie is so rich in combat experience, he has already begun to retreat as early as when Madara has just made a move, so Madara's blow is helpless, and it only cuts the rope that binds the oil black braid on Mao no Hua Lie's chest.

Madara still wanted to continue the pursuit, but the flower of the flower had already withdrawn and gone to the distance, so he gave up the intention of attacking again. And U Zhihualie, who spread her hair to reveal the scar on her neck, was also relieved, and after taking a breath, she wanted to temporarily suppress the wound on her left arm with spiritual pressure, and at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, knowing that the injury on her left arm would not have too much adverse effect on herself with a knife in her right hand.

It's just that when Mao Zhihualie just wanted to mobilize the spiritual pressure, he was surprised to find that his spiritual pressure at this time was extremely chaotic, and he couldn't mobilize even the slightest. I can't help but feel that I can't even listen to my body, and I can't move!

"This is? U no Hua Lie's heart surged, but her face did not change, only a slight frown showed that her heart was not calm.

"Do you feel like your body is out of control and it's hard to move?" Madara slowly approached Uno Hanari, and said with an irrepressible smile on his face, "This black rod is a product of my will, and when it enters the human body, it will disrupt the spiritual pressure in the human body, causing it to lose control of the body. ”

Uno Hanari listened silently to Madara's explanation, but did not speak. Madara seemed to see through her intentions and said, "You don't have to work in vain, why should I bother to punch it into your body if you can break free from its control." You'd better stay here. ”

After several failed attempts to mobilize spiritual pressure, it seemed that she had given up on trying, and looked up at Madara's handsome face, who was already close to her at this time, and she could even feel the strange sensation of Madara's burning snort hitting her bare neck.

The thousand-year-old virgin Mao Zhilie, who had never had the love of men and women, couldn't help but blush, and her heartbeat was unconsciously faster, but she immediately exhaled a few mouthfuls of the alluring fragrance of the female body, and then forcibly calmed her heart and asked faintly, "Is it?"

"Swastika! Untie! ”