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Chapter 395: Sword Eight

"Did you succeed?" Winter Shilang looked at Francis in the iceberg, a few drops of sweat slid down the corners of his eyebrows, and the ice wheel pill he held tightly pointed directly at the black shadow in the iceberg. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Why is the breaking surface of the info ranking so low stronger than the previous ones...... He hadn't drawn his sword yet......

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In the shattered iceberg, Francis strolled out, casually patted the ice slag on his shoulder, and his calm and unbreakable smile made Winter Shilang and Ranju feel like great enemies. Although the spiritual pressure is deliberately hidden, it is more frightening to hide it than to exert it with all its might.

"Great Red Lotus Ice Wheel Pill!"

The ice dragon roared with his head held high, and after the second stage of the Ice Wheel Pill was liberated, he finally took out his most perfect form. The ice dragon armor covering Winter Shilang's body wrapped his back and limbs, and his right wrist directly turned into an emerald blue dragon head, and the dragon bit the sword in its mouth. Not only this ice dragon, but all the swastika of the god of death is the same, and after this liberation, the power of the knife will be fully and fully exerted.

......Seeing that the spiritual pressure of the Winter Lion Lang had suddenly increased by as much as five times, Francis couldn't help but put his hand on the slashing knife at his waist. His knife was black all over, a very ordinary one, and like a mass product, there was nothing to attract attention.

"Ranju, call the Corpse Soul Realm...... Ask for support!" After the dissolution, Winter Shilang was not arrogant. The more his strength increased, the more uneasy he felt, and Francis gave him the feeling of a mist, and behind the fog was a pair of unbridled scarlet eyes.

"I see...... Ranju glanced at Francis, then left the center of the battlefield in an instant, and after standing on the top of the building, he began to ask for support from the Corpse Soul Realm.

"Report...... In the present world, there is a ten-bladed level face-breaking ......"

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Hearing Winter Shilang's request, Francis was stunned for a moment, and then quickly pulled out his slashing knife. The people in the imaginary circle haven't appeared yet, but Aizen didn't notice it...... Or is he looking at himself now?

"Cunning guy...... I didn't want to go against you, so beware of what I do!" Francis brushed the blade of the slashing knife with one hand, and spent hundreds of years communicating with this knife, even a burning stick can be psychic, not to mention that this slashing knife is a part of his body.

"Icicles!!"

With the swing of the Ice Wheel Pill, countless cold ice turned into flocks of birds, striking the wings of ice, and rushed towards Francis head-on.

Hundreds of ice birds covered his vision, and in the face of countless flying ice cubes, Francis didn't care, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth hung up again. How could a straight-line attack work for him!

Bending over a bow and reaching out to the sword, Francis faced the birds and pinned the knife to his waist, only to swing it out until the birds approached.

The silver light flashed away, and the hundred birds were shattered by the silver sword qi in the mournful roar.

"Dragon's Shotrack !!"

Francis, who had broken through the birds, was about to take the initiative to attack, but he didn't expect that the Winter Lion had already waved his dragon wings and approached. A little silver light dissipated on the blade of the Morph's chilling blade, the moment Francis's slashing knife touched him. The raging cold instantly froze all the water, and Francis was frozen in the cross by the sudden cold.

The "Ice Sky Hundred Flowers Burial ......" hit successfully, and Winter Shilang had the slightest intention of stopping the attack. He knew that once he lost the initiative, he would be greeted by a stormy attack, and he would never stop the offensive until the support from the Corpse Soul Realm arrived.

"Open!!"

The cross iceberg was split in two by the silver mang, and Francis, who had an unkind face, was slightly dissatisfied. Obviously, it was only the first time they met, and Francis didn't think that he had shown his killing intent, why did the Winter Shilang seem to have eaten gunpowder, and the killing moves were endless?

"Little man......" was about to say a few more words, when a little white snowflake floated before Francis's eyes, and the petals of the hexagonal ice ridge were clean and flawless, falling on the tip of his sword.

The goose feather snow fell from the sky, and the moment Francis was touched by the snowflakes, the temperature of his body was instantly sucked away by the snowflakes, and then the ice flowers bloomed all over his body. The ice-blue snowflakes were like ice hangings, encircling the helpless Francis.

"When the ice flowers on your body bloom to a hundred, your life will come to an end!" said Winter Shilang, but he knew that this move would not be so effective against the strong, and it wouldn't be long before he could get out of trouble at Francis's level.

"Ranju ...... How long will it take for reinforcements from the Corpse Soul Realm!!" Seeing that there was silence in the iceberg for the time being, Winter Shilang raised his head and asked.

"It's going to take a while...... Be careful!!"

With a buzz, the heavy spiritual pressure spread out from the iceberg like a sea, and the squeaky iceberg seemed to seal a demon, and the ominous spiritual pressure carried endless despair, freezing the Winter Lion Lang in place, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Void Flash!!"

The scarlet beam pierced through the ice, and the void flash as thick as the thickness of the index finger condensed an extremely thick spiritual pressure. The void flash, compressed to the limit, broke through the layers of ice barriers, piercing through Winter Shilang's heart in the eyes of his distraction.

Syllable!!!

Francis, who had broken through the ice, glanced at the fallen Winter Lion, and his index finger stretched out again, pointing at the iceberg behind him. Halfway through the virtual flash, the dragon-wielding Winter Lion reappeared, and the corpse just now was just his ice clone.

"How could you?" Winter Shilang was confident that he didn't show the slightest flaw, and even his breath was frozen in ice by Ice Wheel Pill, why would Francis see through it at a glance?

"Your doppelganger isn't professional enough...... You see, those dead fish eyes are not expressive at all!" Francis pointed to the ice phantom of the Winter Lion, who had a deep study of the doppelganger, and the Winter Lion was full of flaws!

"How many broken faces are you?" Most of the skills were taken out, and Francis only released two virtual flashes from beginning to end, and a huge wave turned in his heart, Winter Shilang didn't want to believe that Francis's number was only 57, if that was the case, where would there be a chance of victory in the corpse soul world, just surrender.

"Didn't you say it!Broken face No.57...... You see, my number is here. Francis pulled down the glove in his left hand, and on the back of his palm, the number 57 was written in small letters.

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"Look, I didn't lie to you!"

"Your number is five...... Or is it seven?" Winter Lion Lang didn't believe it, the previous broken No.11 couldn't even compare to Francis's finger, how could his number be 57!

"Stop talking nonsense, keep your eyes open and look closely...... Don't blink!" Francis stretched out his hand and brushed the blade, and under the reflection of the silver moon, the murderous aura reflected by the blade was cold and piercing!"My knife is the most merciful in the void!"

"What ......" Winter Lion Lang's eyes flickered, Francis's figure had disappeared, and only a silver ray fell from the sky. The silver light seemed to cut through the space, and there was not a single sound of wind in the waving!

Ding——————

Just as Francis was about to slash the Winter Lion, a broken thin knife intercepted Francis in mid-air, and the jagged blade seemed to have experienced countless battles and had a great record......

"Yo! I heard that there is a cut-resistant broken face in this world, is that you?" The flamboyant black hair stood on end, and a scar pulled from the right eye to the corner of the mouth. The left eye is covered by a black blindfold, the sinister smile at the corner of the mouth and the scattered anger, the whole person is like a Shura who has come out of hell, full of murderous aura!

"Captain ......" Winter Shilang was shocked, he didn't expect that the reinforcements from the Corpse Soul Realm would be him, but as the captain of the battle team, there was indeed no one more suitable than him.

"Boy, your battle is over. Next, change me...... If you bother me, I'll cut you together!" Kenpachi, who intervened in the battle, directly squeezed the Winter Shilang away, without the slightest concern for the delicate nature of the future flowers.

"I saw all the fighting...... It's really subtle, the captain of the Corpse Soul Realm is not as fragile as you think, even if he slashes a few more times, it won't get in the way. Come on...... Fight me!I'm pretty good at slashing, or let you try a few slashes!" After squeezing the Winter Lion away, Kenpachi focused his eyes on Francis, the pair of ...... Only one eye was full of fierce fighting intent.

"Little sword, come on......" was high, and a little girl with pink hair next to Ranju waved her arms. Although she is just an innocent and cute girl, Francis chuckles in her heart when she sees her, a terrible little girl...... More dangerous than Kenpachi.

"Why don't you talk back...... Then I'll be on it!" Kenpachi, who was full of excitement, didn't care whether Francis was willing to fight or not, and directly brandished the nameless slashing knife in his hand and slashed at his head.

Bite!

In the collision of sparks, Francis was shocked by Kenpachi's powerful force and retreated. Looking at his still trembling wrists, Francis couldn't believe it, although he knew that Kenpachi's power was great, but this level was too exaggerated.

"What are you doing? This kind of feeble battle is not fun!" Kenpachi laughed maniacally, and his wielding sword forced Francis to retreat. It was all a frontal attack, and each sword of Kenpachi was cut down in the same position, and he relied on brute force to suppress Francis.

"Captain Sagi, it's so powerful!" Ranju touched the white hair of the Winter Shilang and crumpled it into a ball, "Our little Shilang can't compare to him at all!"

"Stupid...... Look closely, that guy isn't that weak!" Winter Shilang stared at the battle below, his eyes burning, ignoring the chaos that was messing around on his head.

Bite!

Forced into a corner, Francis had no way to retreat, and Kenpachi's long sword pressed against his slashing knife and stuck to his shoulder, and the brute fight between the two Francis was temporarily defeated.

"Very hard steel skin... But ......" Kenbachi smirked, and his hand increased again, already pressing Francis to slash the knife into his shoulder. The splatters of blood left along the sword body, and seeing the scarlet blood, the madness in Kenpachi's eyes became even thicker.

"It's been a long time since I've encountered this kind of confrontation in strength, I'm sorry, I'm just getting used to it now!" Seeing the blood left on his shoulder, a trace of excitement flashed in Francis's eyes, it was the ** of the battle. Although the bloodline has long been sealed, it is impossible for the battle ** that has been integrated into the bones to be worn away.

Bang ——————

With a swing of his sword, Francis grinned and showed his white teeth, and Kenpachi was knocked away with all his strength and sank into the tall building opposite......