Chapter 491： Huatian Crazy Bones·Hei Song Heart (3)

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The third game, Yangui.

Whoever cuts the color he said will win.

To describe it in plain and easy-to-understand terms, the two parties involved in the game choose to name a color. Both parties can only attack the area covered by that color on the other's body. If it cuts to the area of ​​other colors, it will be invalidated.

The color read by one party, the larger the area of ​​the color caller, the stronger the slashing power of the color caller. But at the same time this also means that the larger the area that can be attacked by the opponent, the more dangerous it is.

Conversely, the less the color called, the less area covered by the color caller, the weaker the color caller's slashing power will be.

The larger the area of ​​the color, the stronger the power of the slash, but at the same time the more dangerous; the smaller the area of ​​the color, the smaller the power of the slash, but this also means that the smaller the area of ​​the attack. , The safer.

What Lord called before was ‘white’.

Kyōraku Chunsui is just wearing the captain Haori, and he himself is also wearing Haori, so the slashing power and area are very large.

Within the rules of Huatian Crazy Bones, he won this round of the game.

Jingle Chunshui, who was the loser, withstood a slash with maximum power in the ‘white’ area.

"Ahem..."

Jingle Chunshui half-kneeled on the ground, coughing blood out of his mouth.

That knife didn't mean any mercy, and it directly cut his chest flesh and bones apart. If it wasn't for the quick reaction at the last moment and leaving the young man in time, I'm afraid he has been chopped in two now.

It was the first time in a hundred years that I was hurt to such an extent by my own ability.

Jingle Chunshui's face couldn't help but a touch of bitterness appeared. He didn't expect that he would have this day. If Fuzhu saw his embarrassed appearance, he would have to be laughed at when he returned.

Those who play with the rules will be played with the rules sooner or later.

The so-called rule is Zhanpakudao, once it is figured out, such a problem will occur.

On the other hand, the **** of death taking Uozhihuareel as an example, even if someone knows the Zanpaku Sword's ability, he should not be defeated or defeated. There is no possibility that the weak will win the strong, and there is no possibility of opportunism.

To a certain extent, he was unlucky.

"Ghost!"

Lord did not intend to give him a chance to breathe, and once again launched the game of mad bones.

When falling from a high place, the slashing power will increase dramatically, and depending on the height difference between the two sides, it is enough to make the enemy deadly!

Instant step!

Jingle Chunshui, who was seriously injured, reluctantly took an instant step and moved out.

But the moment he landed, Lord had already grasped the opportunity, and the turbulence of the spirits condensed and formed when he raised his hand. A huge blue arrow, almost in the blink of an eye, struck a stern light in the air!

Large-scale sacred arrow!

Instant step!

Jingle Chunshui strongly supported the severely injured body, and once again dodged the arrow that struck him in an instant.

"Don't try to escape!"

Lord's eyes drenched, and the blade pointed upwards!

The golden canopy covering the sky burst out with a earth-shattering roar, descending the boundless thunder and raging waves!

The offensive formed by countless thunderstorms fell, and the intensity was called frenzied, almost filling the entire area of ​​the space, following the footsteps of the spring water of Beijing, like a squally rain, it will never stop!

Even though Jingle Chunshui's strength is superb, he can barely lift his head due to a wrong step. He can only drag a seriously injured body. Under such intensive thunder bombardment, he can even dodge left and right with instant steps. It's like ants living in a crack.

For a time, the afterimages of Shunbu joined together.

It's hard to imagine that Jingle Chunshui was injured so badly that he could still use such a rapid pace.

Moreover, the position of each instant step is exactly the position where the lightning strike will not fall. Jingle Chunshui's almost abnormal insight has allowed him to find the safest position repeatedly under the stormy thunder.

This is the captain of the eighth division, one of the most proud students of Yamamoto Motoyanagi, and the top five strength in the entire corpse soul world!

Within a moment, the lightning stopped.

The golden canopy is slightly bleak, and the thunder reserve in it is already insufficient.

The space in which the Spirit King Palace is located is a bit strange. The celestial phenomena formed by the dominance cannot hoard and gather thunder indefinitely. In some respects, it can be regarded as a slight weakening of him.

"This time...it's not good."

Jingle Chunshui clutched the wound on his chest and looked at Lord breathlessly: "I didn't expect to be fooled by you. I deliberately pretended not to know my ability, and then launched a fatal blow when I was careless."

"That's right, but unfortunately there is no reward."

Lord missed a hit, and swiftly struck him in an instant step. The blade was entwined with a dazzling thunder light: "Yan ghost, black!"

This knife is aimed at the heart!

As the captain of the Shinigami, Kyōraku Chunshui has two colors on his body the most.

One is the white Haori who symbolizes the identity of the captain; the second is the black death tyrant inside.

Within the scope of Huatian Crazy Bone Relief, it is difficult to end a childlike game once it starts. Both parties must follow the rules of the game and'play' in a fair and just environment. This is the advantage of Huatian Crazy Bone. , But it is also its fatal shortcoming.

Because once someone knows the rules of the game in advance, it means that the advantage of being a ‘master’ disappears. Lord took this opportunity to make Jingle Chunshui misjudge this, and he turned against him as a general!

The masters fought for only a moment.

The misjudgment of misinformation caused him to make mistakes one step at a time, and finally swallow the bitter fruit of failure!

"Don't forget, although black hurts the most, it's the same for you!" Jingle Chunshui did not retreat but moved forward, dragging the two swords on the ground, splashing sparks, facing Lord from the bottom up, cutting out diagonally. Two sharp blades: "Yangui, black!"

when--

The blades collided again, and the gold and iron slammed in all directions.

The two simultaneously called out the color covering the largest area on each other's body. The power between the two knives was almost equal. The messy knife aura spread wildly, ploughing the surrounding ground into the ravines and scratches, and the atmosphere of the spirit was stirred and burst.

Fortunately, neither side was harmed by this knife.

But before the injured Jingle Chunshui, the force of the knife collided back shocked, but his wound was torn and blood was spilled again, and the surrounding ground was spilled.

The half-fan-shaped round table that was originally pure white has now been dyed with a bit of bright red plum blossoms, and it looks like scattered petals, with a sense of indescribable poignancy.

"The young people nowadays are really scary."

Jingle Chunshui slowly exhaled, with a bitter smile on his face, sitting weakly on the ground, looking up at Lord who came with a knife helplessly said: "I am, anyway. Your predecessor, can't you let me catch my breath?"

"Excuse me to refuse."

Lord said blankly: "The gentleness given to the enemy will only hurt himself in the end."

"Eh......"

Looking at Lord as he approached step by step, Jingle Chunshui sighed: "I didn't want to use this trick, but now it seems that there is no way. Since you are so familiar with my initial solution, I must be clearer... .My swastika, right?"

"Don't think about it!"

Lord's pupils moved slightly, and at the same time he took a half step, a huge sword energy burst out of the air.

"It's too late, young man."

Jingle Chunshui, who was half sitting on the ground, plunged his double knives into the ground, and a hoarse magnetic voice suddenly echoed between the heavens and the earth: "Swastika-Huatian Crazy Bones·Heisong Heart!"