The mandala, a flower that is full of poison all over its body, is so deadly and dangerous unlike its beautiful appearance.

With the words of liberation chanted by the light bucket, the sword that belonged to the fifth floor light bucket revealed its original appearance, and the original ordinary shallow fighting style also changed significantly, the most obvious is that the blade has turned into the shape of a mandala flower.

Sanada thinks that he is fast enough, the tip of his knife is only a few centimeters away from the chest of the fifth floor light to, and he has even shown a smile of victory, he is about to solve everything here, even if the little ghost in front of him awakens the death slashing knife, what can he do?

The next moment, however, he stabbed into the air.

What's going on? I should have stabbed him right away, right? While Sanada was wondering, a black mandala flower appeared in front of him out of thin air, and then his vision was obscured by a hazy black, and gradually took away his sight.

The flower language of the black mandala flower, the unpredictable darkness, death and the upheaval of love.

The horror of being deprived of sight had made the famous swordsman lose his mind, and the dark nothingness filled him with fear, and he could only swing his blade around, the whirring sound of breaking through the air was like his heart, there was no peace and confidence, only noise and panic.

Light Dou was still gathering spiritual power, and his spiritual pressure was also rising, and he knew that these were all the powers that the mandala had brought to him.

Now, too, he has the strength to get back on his feet.

"Bloom flowers, white."

Hikarito whispered.

As the sound of the light bucket fell, another white mandala flower appeared out of thin air.

In Sanada's line of sight, an extremely conspicuous white light appeared in the infinite darkness, and he couldn't help but shift his attention to it.

Flower language of white mandala flowers, anesthetic.

What is that? Something touched my skin, was it the blade of that little ghost? Did he cut my skin? But I didn't feel it at all...... I should swing a knife, but ...... It's slow...... I'm running out of energy, I'm so sleepy, I want to close my eyes......

Sanada stopped all movements, and even his expression calmed down.

Just sink deeper and deeper, your slower and slower movements, your eyes that are about to close, and you can't feel the pain of being cut by me, so take them with you, and immerse yourself in the sea of flowers on the other side with death.

The fifth-floor light to swing a decisive sword, and Sanada's body also fell.

survived.

The joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe took over Hikaraoto's brain, and he wanted to shout about his victory, but he didn't have the energy to suppress his sudden dissipation.

On the fifth floor, Light Dou sat down on the ground again.

It's too reluctant, with my ability is not enough to use the mandala's ability too much, thinking of this, he can't help but hold the slashing knife in his hand tightly in his arms.

It's all a choice of fate.

After the joy, the fifth-floor light bucket felt tired like never before. It turns out that it is so hard to use spiritual power in an overdraft.

He was about to close his eyes and fall asleep when he keenly heard footsteps coming from the yard. Light Dou suddenly endured his tiredness as if he was facing a great enemy, and he didn't sleep.

Are there still enemies?

The door to the wooden house had already been broken in the scuffle, so the owner of the footsteps entered the house directly. It was close to noon, and the man walked in just in time to block out the sunlight shining into the room, and the light bucket couldn't even see the man's appearance clearly in the corner, and his nerves tensed. The next moment, the man noticed the light bucket, so he took a few steps closer, and the sunlight that had been obscured fell behind the man, illuminating her clothes and face.

Hikari wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, and he wanted to relax.

Uno Hanari, the captain of the fourth team of the thirteenth team of the Imperial Court, she should have a gentle personality and a dark past that few people know about, so it should be a good thing to be able to meet her at this time.

However, Hikari quickly noticed the sense of disobedience.

The person in front of him, his face is indeed a flower, but his hairstyle and temperament are completely different from his impression, there is no braided twist on his chest, and he does not have that approachable expression. Rather, it was the long hair and cold face that were casually draped, and the scar that exposed the collarbone.

Monsters that have killed countless people, and the flowers of Mao are eight thousand streams.

It turns out that I came so early.

It dawned on him. And then he also remembered the habit of the Uno Flower Yachiryu, is she looking for someone to fight her in the Soul Street? She's not going to kill me, is she?

The fifth-floor light fight in his heart, and even began to dodge the sight of the eight thousand streams of the flower of the U.

"Did you kill all these people? Child. ”

Guangdou didn't expect the other party to break the calm first, maybe there was some tenderness in her tone, but what she asked was a bloody thing.

Everyone spoke, and the fifth-floor light bucket asked himself if he had any qualifications to pretend to be cold.

"What can I say, I only killed one guy......"

Hikto said.

“…… But I made a bet with all of them, and in the end I won, so they died as a matter of course. ”

Looking at U no Hana's somewhat puzzled expression, the fifth floor light to regret it.

What do you say you pretend? So if you make a mistake, you are not afraid that the other party will not have the patience to cut you?

The frightened expression that Guangdou showed now was not pretending, he was really afraid, after all, he was facing the most terrifying villain in the Corpse Soul Realm.

But soon, he didn't have the heart to think about it.

The drying up of spiritual power finally defeated his will, and Guangdou fell to the ground with the sword in his arms.

Leaving only Uno Hana standing there alone, not knowing what to think.

……

The unconscious fifth-floor light bucket didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he regained consciousness, he found that he had come to the inner world again, the endless sea of mandala flowers. He looked around, but there was no mandala in sight, so he walked forward.

After stopping his steps, Guangdou bent down and stretched out his hands into the flowers, still lifting them up.

"Do you want me to take you out like this every time? Datura stramonium. ”

"I thought Hikari liked that."

The girl who has changed into thousands of flowers said.

"But I'm still very short, so it's uncomfortable."

The fifth-floor light bucket complained, placing the girl among the flowers.

The girl took advantage of her height above Hikaru and easily put her hand on the top of Hikaruto's head.

"Light Dou, I'll help you recover your spiritual power."

Mandala said.

……

The fifth-floor light bucket opened his eyes, and the previous tiredness was gone. He found himself lying in a strange room, which was clean and spacious.

"You're awake, little ghost."

A voice sounded next to him, and the owner of the voice was an adult man dressed in black.

"Where am I?"

Hikto asked tentatively.

"Lingting, the eleventh team."

The other party replied.