"Something is wrong...... Tezuka watched Hyamohiko Omi, whose chest was pierced, slowly fall down, and a strange feeling spread through his heart, "Captain of the Kyoto band, we seem to have been tricked."

In fact, there is no need to say Tezuka that at this time, Kyoraku Harusui is standing by his side, and the other one keeps the moment when he stabs the knife into Omi Momohiko. It seemed that the time had stopped, but he couldn't figure out why there were two selves now.

"I call this the end of time," Momohiko Omi leaned on his other self, his face extremely calm, "This is another timeline that is completely different from reality, and no matter who dies, it doesn't count." As he spoke, he scratched his head and thought for a moment, "I heard what Hayami-sama meant, you guys have changed reality, right, this is similar to that feeling."

"You say...... None of this is real?" Jingle Chunshui turned around and looked at her vice-captain, who remained motionless in the posture of reaching out to grab herself.

"Don't think about it," Omi Momohiko spread his hands, "You and I in this timeline can't interfere with anyone else."

"So, it's similar to a ghost path that pulls you and me out one-on-one, right?" Kyoraku Harumui understood quickly, "but only if you and I don't die."

Hyamohiko Omi nodded with satisfaction, "It's worthy of being the captain, so you don't have to say anything to make it clear."

"Then since you can't die anyway, and the outside world can't intervene," Jingle Harusui looked at himself frozen in place in front of him, "What's the point of such a duel."

"Of course it makes sense," Momohiko Omi chuckled, "only time is constant here, fixed at one node. Everything else will be consumed, such as...... Spiritual pressure."

"I see," Kyoraku Harumi nodded in understanding, "As long as the spiritual pressure is exhausted, he will die, right?"

"Almost." Omi Baiyan suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his palm that had been blurred into a claw, and stabbed straight at Jingle Harusui.

Jingle Chunshui dodged the opponent's attack very easily, the long knife in his hand turned over the knife flower and slashed at Omi Baihiko's neck, and the other party withdrew his hand to cover the bleeding wound and let out a few meaningless "hoho" sounds and fell to the ground.

"It hurts," Omi Momohiko touched his neck and raised his foot to kick himself who had fallen to the ground, "I said Captain, can you do it lightly."

Jingle Chunshui spread his hands and put on a helpless expression, "Don't be so harsh, isn't it all because you suddenly made a move, I thought you were hiding some moves."

Hyahiko Omi didn't answer, but showed a very weird smile and stretched out his hand again.

He's getting faster! Jingle Chunshui obviously felt that Omi Baihiko's speed was a little faster than just now, but he was still not his opponent, and he raised a knife and slashed from the bottom up, Omi Baiyan did not resist, but fell to the ground with a blank face.

"There's more to this space than that." Jingle Chunshui looked at himself who froze on the side, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Did you notice?" Hyamohiko Omi moved his neck, "Every time I die, my ability will be stronger." He stretched out his hand and knocked on himself who was already like a stone statue, "In this time field, your and my abilities will be automatically adjusted, if you kill me, you will be the strongest in this time, and your strength will decrease if you tend to balance it." And I'm the weakest," Hyamohiko Omi pretended to cry and chirp, "There is no way to do this time field, so I can only adjust me to be a little stronger."

"You're saying that every time you die, you're stealing a penny of spiritual pressure from me?" Jingle Chunshui was very unexpected, this ability was unheard of by him.

Hyakhiko Omi clapped his face, "I really want to applaud you for your understanding, really." He raised his hand, "It's still far from us, let's go on."

"Then it's good if I don't kill you," Jingle Chunshui put away his knife, "Let's talk about something else, I'm quite interested in your ability, normally you will strengthen your own combat ability, you are very maverick."

Hyamohiko Omi sighed and shook his head, "It seems that you are still a little naïve, Captain Death." He vomited a mouthful of blood, "Do you know why I call this the end of time?"

Jingle Chunshui wiped the corners of his mouth in disbelief,

A touch of bright red quietly bloomed on the back of his hand.

"This is a timeline that is about to end, cut from the time you shot and the time you killed me." Omi Momohiko looked at himself who fell to the ground, "If we don't decide the winner during this time, time will stop, and we will kill you and me at the same time, and at the same time judge the choice of spiritual pressure."

Kyoraku Harusui silently looked at the many dead Omi Hyamohiko in the field, "It seems that this is a dead end, only for you to kill me, there is no other way to break this cut timeline."

"I'll just say you don't have to bother talking to smart people," Momohiko Omi approving, "So, what do you want to do now?"

"To be honest, I was really surprised by your ability, it's really a bit incredible that this ability would appear in a human being," Kyoraku Harusui put down the knife in his hand, "Your ability is more like a drama than my first understanding."

"Prizes have been awarded." Momohiko Omi smiled, in his eyes Keiraku Harusui had given up.

"It's just that you ignored a point," Kyoraku Harusui didn't move, a stream of blood flowing from his nose, "How can you be sure that it's only the two of us who you've locked up in this timeline?"

I saw a touch of pale blue Lingzi slowly seeping out from Jingle Chunshui's body, including those Jingle Chunshui whose bodies were already stiff, and a stream of blue gushed out of their bodies.

"It's ......" Momohiko Omi was stunned, even though blood kept pouring from his mouth. You're Tezuka's ......, ahem, Aizen's agent of death!" He naturally recognized Tezuka, and when he first wooed the butterfly of Twilight Murano, he deliberately avoided Tezuka.

"Speaking of which, if someone else falls into this barrier of yours, they may be helpless." Countless blue spirit children gathered together, "It's a pity that you met me. I have no life, so I can't be affected by this power of yours. And the more you reincarnate, the more I will only increase my spiritual son."

Momohiko Omi fell to the ground with a look of surprise.

"Since it's not part of the current timeline, it's okay to shatter it." Tezuka clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and slowly crossed his two palms to ninety degrees, "The one hundred times that break the path is more than one, and ten thousand stars bite."

Tezuka's figure slowly faded, and several cracks opened on the ground, from which a large number of white spirit seeds gushed out, enveloping the surroundings with a violent impact.