Jing Ling Ting, the first new market street.

"Honestly, in the face of a powerful guest like you... I'm still apprehensive. ”

On the long empty street, Ichimaru Silver stopped and led the way... When he turned his head, he still had that squinting smile.

"Didn't anyone tell you... Are you smiling ugly? ”

The black knife that took off the hood of the black robe, the white messy hair, and the delicate face that would make women jealous, and the charming smile... Two smiles stood tall at this moment.

"Oh, what a merciless person."

Ichimaru Gin's palm is on the hilt of the sword... The black knife also slowly drew his weapon: it was a pure black broad-bladed two-handed sword.

Although the weapon didn't seem to "match" the thin figure of the black knife, Ichimaru Silver still made a judgment... This is an opponent with both speed and power.

"There's no need to show any mercy to the enemy, right?"

"That's right."

The black knife bathed in the pressure of the pitch-black spirit moved, and the two-handed big sword slashed diagonally... Bite!

Ichimaru Gin, who drew his slashing sword, was knocked away by this powerful blow... The next moment, the stretched spear pierced through.

The black knife had expected this situation, and he swung it away with a light pick with both hands... The body is approaching again!

Bell, bell, bell... Just the second face, Ichimaru Silver was suppressed under the opponent's continuous attacks.

He couldn't even find a chance to stretch the sharpshooter again... This opponent was as strong as he had guessed.

"Gun yarn rain."

"Hundred slashes."

Ichimaru Gin, who found an opportunity, unleashed a sharpshooter... The rain-like continuous spears burst out in an instant, and hundreds of afterimages burst out in an instant.

But the black knife coped with it easily... Just by relying on the shaking of his wrist, he used a slash that exceeded the frequency of his attacks at the same moment.

Snort, snort... Although Ichimaru Silver, whose moves were crushed, retreated as soon as possible, the death tyrant suit was still drawn out of a few wide openings.

"It's dangerous..."

This is a Senjumaru product... If he was wearing the clothes built by his own spiritual power just now, I'm afraid he would already be covered in scars.

"The clothes are good."

The black knife of praise smashed the ground, and it was met with a blow and both hands slashed.

Ichimaru Silver also stepped on the feet and flew up... Bang!

This blow obviously can't be hard-wired... In the battle just now, he also understood: the hardness of the opponent's weapon is constantly chopping.

But his slashing knife was already trembling... Hard fighting is not the best choice.

The huge crack swept through most of the long street, and Ichimaru Gin, who was hiding on the left, narrowed his eyes: "Solution, God Killing Gun." ”

Swish... Bite!

The moment the spear shot out, the black knife slashed the broad blade in front of him... It's like foresight.

But the tremendous force carried by the spear still sent his body flying into the distance.

Ichimaru Gin, who opened his eyes completely, once again aimed at the body of the black knife... Elongation!

Sneer... The piercing sound of grinding against the blades of the two-handed swords rubbed against them.

Under the darkness, the black knife's body began to move irregularly, and quickly closed the distance... With just the second hit, he got used to the 500 times faster shooting speed that had increased since the sharpshooter was disarmed.

Ichimaru Gin, who jumped backwards, looked serious, and once again the figure of the black knife... Bang!

Not surprisingly, the third shot was nimly dodged by the black knife... But the attack is not over!

The Ichimaru Gin, which swings horizontally in his right hand, takes the length as a cross-section, and sweeps straight at the black knife on the right.

Boom... The black knife violently lowered his body and increased his speed again in a swooping posture.

Soon the two collided again... The sound of the symphony of gold and iron instantly filled the uninhabited street.

"Foreknowledge? Wrong... It's intuition."

The first blow that the other party blocked in his chest in advance flashed in his mind, and Ichimaru Silver had an understanding... His opponent is a real powerhouse.

Any subtle movements of his own will be reflected in his eyes... And then rely on this intuition to make the most correct judgment.

"What a gut feeling."

"You can do it if you die a million times."

The black knife who replied casually was a few points faster, and the slightly distracted Ichimaru Silver added a few bloody wounds to his body.

Ichimaru Silver stopped talking... He's heard of hell, and death and torture are a daily occurrence for them.

People who were able to survive in this environment and keep their sanity... It is not surprising to have such an intuition.

"No stepping blades."

"A Thousand Blades."

Ding Ding Ding Ding... Once again, the Black Knife showed his agility and sharpness.

The ultra-retractable spear, none of which has been able to break through this blockade of his... But the distance between them widened again.

Ichimaru Silver understands... Although he had been promoted to the level of ninth-rank spiritual pressure not long ago, he was only at the same level as the enemy in front of him.

With the same strength... The opponent's fighting consciousness has surpassed him by a level, and he will be defeated sooner or later if he continues to do so.

"There's still a chance... As long as it hurts his body."

Ichimaru Gin, who squinted his eyes, began to wait for the time to be ripe... As long as the fragments of the Slayer Gun can be left in the enemy's body, the toxins that dissolve the cells will help him win.

But there's only one chance... You can't hurt the other person's limbs.

With the sharp instincts of your opponents... If there is an abnormality in the hands or feet, I am afraid that I will not hesitate to cut off the limbs to avoid the toxins that have not had time to spread.

"Even if you push me away, so what? The difference in strength between you and me is already obvious. The words of the black knife who were forced to retreat were full of confidence.

"Oh yes, that's really underestimated. In my opinion, there is a gap, but it is not necessarily obvious... Gunshots. ”

Ichimaru Gin, who squinted his eyes, smiled... What is a shower?

The intensity of rainfall can vary greatly if it is not long... The spear that shot out quickly burst into the air in an instant, catching people off guard.

"All said it, you're smiling ugly... Ten thousand blades. ”

As he spoke, the figure of the black knife retreated, and the hands holding the sword were raised flat on his chest... In an instant, a "black waltz" that covered the whole body spun out.

Ding Ding Ding... The sound of the handover of the sword and the sword was formed in an instant, playing a magnificent symphony of magnificence and destruction.

The aftermath of the collision alone destroyed everything in its path... But as Black Knife said, there is a slight gap between the two of them.

And the opponents of equal strength often win or lose in this "difference"... As the attacker, Ichimaru Gin, not only did not suppress the black knife and retreated.

On the contrary, the black knife under the sword curtain kept narrowing the distance between the two.

This gap made Ichimaru Gin's squinted eyes gradually open, and a gloomy color appeared... It's time to decide who you won.

The corners of the black knife's mouth that captured this scene moved slightly... Just know the gap between each other, and the victory will be his.

Close, close... As the figure of the black knife continued to closer, the attack distance of the spear stabbed like a storm became shorter and shorter: in close combat, Ichimaru Silver was indeed not an opponent.

Although he didn't hurt the other party once, he had many wounds on his body... But he is a "snake": if he does not move, he will follow, and if he moves, he will divide life and death.

Bite... A crisp exchange of fire sounded: Ichimaru Gin's spear no longer extended.

As if it had triggered some kind of signal, the black knife's wrist moved slightly... But before he could give his opponent a fatal blow: it was extremely cold, and the breath of choosing people to devour lingered in the body first.

No sound, no warning... Ichimaru Gin's spear, which was supposed to only shoot straight twice, was bent like the soft body of a snake.

The blade that should have bounced off after the sword collided made a beautiful arc: like the horns of an antelope - there was no trace to be found.

Poof... The black knife, which is adapted to attacking in "fixed" mode, did not expect such a situation: as if he was "kissed" by a snake, the tip of the knife pierced his body.

Even if it is attacked first, it can rely on a strong reflex nerve... The black knife of the backhand sword still left a deep wound on Ichimaru Gin's body.

The two who exchanged blows opened up at the same time, and Ichimaru Gin's eyes were completely open for the first time since the battle... Under the sapphire pupils, the smile that comes out of it is so innocent and natural.

"I didn't even aim at the heart..."

The black knife who tried to lift the sword frowned... His body began to dissolve.

"Guest, go slowly." Ichimaru Gin pointed to the gap that appeared on the blade of his sword.

"A snake that kills with one blow... It's insidious. ”

Although it was not pierced through the heart, the black knife still had no time to stop the dissolution inside the body.

"Well, I've paid a big price... Farewell. Shoot him, sharpshooter. ”

Poof... Aiming at the head of the black knife, Ichimaru Silver struck a blow, and his arm fell down and split him in two.

The toxins that dissolved in his body devoured his body unrelentingly... Click.

There was a crisp sound, and the spear that had completed its mission broke in two from the middle... This was Ichimaru's decision.

If this blow is dodged, he will 100% lose the Slasher... But this "if" did not happen, and he won the battle by "self-inflicted eight hundred".

"Sorry, man."

Ichimaru Gin, who picked up the broken blade, glanced into the distance and rushed in the direction of the Technology Development Bureau... He was seriously injured, there was not much spiritual pressure left, and the knife was broken, so what he needed to do now was to recover as soon as possible and then do support.