This Zhongzhou team is ridiculously strong

Chapter 220 I am Fei Yuanhua!

The sword presses vertically and horizontally, and the blood shines through the air.

Zhao Yingkong's sword pressure was like a stormy sea, and the overwhelming spiritual pressure slammed into Zhao Zukong fiercely.

A steady stream of spiritual power was released at the fastest speed in the form of sword pressure, and criss-crossing slashes spread across the world. Once anything touched the traces of the slashes, they would be crushed to the size of dust particles.

Zhao Yingkong's fighting style is completely reckless.

Crescent moon clashes in the sky! Crescent moon clashes in the sky! Crescent moon clashes in the sky!

He is simply a replica of Ichigo Kurosaki, with no other moves except Getsuga Tensho.

"What kind of assassin is this?"

Zhao Zukong was speechless. Having so much energy is not such a waste.

Regardless of whether Zhao Yingkong's energy was wasted or not, Zhao Zukong didn't have enough anyway. Zhao Yingkong had Bengyu, but Zhao Zukong didn't. He quickly retreated, facing Zhao Yingkong who was chasing after her, Zhao Zukong walked around her.

Secrets of the Assassin - Limb Song.

Zhao Zukong lowered his body and when the Zanpakutō slashed off his head, another Zhao Zukong had already passed under Zhao Yingkong's leaping body and slashed at Zhao Yingkong's feet with the knife, tearing off Zhao Yingkong's hocks. Bones cut off.

With three rapid collisions, Zhao Yingkong, holding a knife in one hand, slashed Zhao Zukong's body backwards. Zhao Zukong smoothly dodged behind Zhao Yingkong, inserting the bright red dagger into the back of his head.

The pain did not give Zhao Yingkong any hesitation. She fell backwards and her body rotated under the support of her uninjured left foot. Like a sharp sword dance, her Zanpakutō slashed out, still hitting the empty space.

Zhao Zukong did not fight with Zhao Yingkong. He stayed close to Zhao Yingkong. Zhao Yingkong swung his sword and immediately hid behind Zhao Yingkong. He used clever footwork to find the blind spot of Zhao Yingkong's attack. If he really couldn't avoid it, he would use inch steps. move.

"Clang clang clang!"

Zhao Yingkong's strengths are spiritual pressure and strength, while Zhao Zukong's strengths are skills. He has stayed at the fourth level for too long, and his skills can be called invincible at the same level.

The sword pressure released by Zhao Yingkong mostly hit afterimages. It is difficult to distinguish Zhao Zukong's main body and mirror image, because he adopts the tactic of avoiding fighting. If he only dodges, both the main body and the mirror image will have the same sensitivity, even if they are attacked. If there is a breakthrough, Zhao Zukong will quickly make up for it.

The Zanpakuto and the dagger were exchanged. At that point between the blades, the conflict of power spread to all directions. A mighty hurricane roared past, destroying all the afterimages and mirror images.

Because of the single shield's defense, Zhao Zukong's attack was blocked and only pierced his scalp. Zhao Yingkong jumped forward and slashed at Zhao Zukong with a volley and reverse spinning strike.

"clang!"

A technique that Zhao Yingkong had abandoned long ago, he used the slowness of his steps to create an afterimage. In conjunction with the mirror skill, Zhao Zukong divided his body into ten pieces, and the phantoms walked in all directions without colliding head-on with Zhao Yingkong's sword pressure.

Zhao Yingkong seemed to be surrounded by dozens of Zhao Zukong. She slashed her Zanpakutō in all directions. In the end, the circular slash was not more efficient on one side. Zhao Zukong walked towards Zhao Yingkong step by step. The afterimages and The mirrors were shattered one after another, leaving him unscathed.

Fixing the fighting range within three meters, he moved around, his forehead, throat, back neck, chest, waist, shoulders, wrists... Zhao Yingkong's body continued to explode with blood.

Zhao Zukong created his own domain. In this kind of melee combat domain, even the fourth-level intermediate powerhouse could not do anything to him.

Zhao Yingkong's brain became chaotic. Because he suffered a large number of minor injuries, Bengyu's energy had to be diverted to heal the injuries. It could not completely suppress the negative energy that invaded the body. The negative energy lurking in Zhao Yingkong's body began to exert its power, and the curse was like a curse that penetrated the body. It gnawed at Zhao Yingkong's internal organs like a scarab and eroded her brain tissue. "It really disappoints me, Yingkong, haven't you completely forgotten the assassin's fighting method? Your companions are very good to you and are willing to help you strengthen your S-level attributes, but isn't this counterproductive? You simply dominate Without your strength."

Zhao Zukong's voice floated from afar, full of disappointment and murderous intent. Zhao Yingkong's throat was cut open, and a sharp dagger was inserted into her neck.

Even if one is pregnant with a broken body, such an injury is a serious injury that can drag a person to hell.

Zhao Yingkong only felt that his body became very heavy and his mind became very light, as if his body and soul were about to separate.

In an instant, her thoughts disappeared.

One second, one minute, one hour, one day, one month... I don't know how long it took before Zhao Yingkong's consciousness woke up.

"Wow..."

The water from the waves slapped on the beach and Zhao Yingkong's face.

Zhao Yingkong opened his eyes, and in front of him was a twelve-year-old girl with a mischievous smile. He held clear seawater in his hands and slowly poured it on her face.

"Are you awake? King."

Seeing Zhao Yingkong wake up, You Yingkong spread her hands and spilled all the seawater onto her face. She put her hands behind her back as if she had done nothing, and stepped back with a smile.

Zhao Yingkong got up and looked for Fei Yuanhua, but on this beach, there were only Zhao Yingkong and her.

Zhao Yingkong said coldly: "Stop making such jokes with me. Where is Feiyuanhua? I need power, the power of Swastika."

Zhao Yingkong did not expect to beat Zhao Zukong in terms of skills. Since her current strength could not crush Zhao Zukong, she would have to use more powerful power.

"Don't you understand yet? The Scarlet Wish Flower you are talking about refers to the one in your hand? Or is it the one in my hand?"

Young Yingkong pulled out his Zanpakutō. The slender Zanpakutō was completely black. The original snow-white blade was covered with black runes. The raised blade was very different from the knife in Zhao Yingkong's hand.

So thin...?
Zhao Yingkong subconsciously glanced at the bright red sword in his hand.

"Do you want to know where the Scarlet Wish Flower is? I'll tell you, I am the Scarlet Wish Flower!"

The slender blade left an afterimage on Zhao Yingkong's retina. The muscles on Zhao Yingkong's chest were cut open, and the strips of cloth wrapped around her body turned into pieces and floated up. She tried her best to escape, pouring all her strength into her legs. , ejected backwards and fell to the beach in the distance.

Zhao Yingkong got up from the ground, she covered her chest, glared at You Yingkong, and shouted angrily: "I told you, don't make such a joke with me, this is not a comic! Where is the Feiyuan Flower? I need it strength!"

There was still a smile on Young Yingkong's face, and she smiled lightly and said: "I have repeated it, Yingkong, I am the Hoshiganka, and your Zanpakutō is me."

Looking at You Yingkong's face, Zhao Yingkong suddenly realized that she had seen this smile in the real world.

The smile that had been hanging on Zhao Zukong's face was very similar to the smile of the girl in front of him. It was just a disguised mask and did not reveal any real emotions.

(End of this chapter)