Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

Since Hyoshubu Ichibei released Ichimonji, not only Hongjiang, but also Yhwach's eyes were focused on Ichimonji.

Is this the Shikai of the god of death that is older than Yamamoto, or is it Bankai? After all, the other party had previously cut off his name with a brush and weakened his power.

However, it doesn't matter whether it is Shikai or Bankai, because this must be Hyoshubu Ichibei's last trump card, and Yhwach is extremely sure of this.

From the appearance, it seems that only the original pen tip has turned into a blade. Although the blade looks very heavy, Yhwach did not feel anything like a surge in spiritual pressure.

And the blade is also stably embedded in the pen, unlike the sheath that Wang Yue took out before, where the blade is shaking and looks unstable.

Therefore, it can also be ruled out that the knife itself has the characteristics of unparalleled sharpness.

In short, no matter how you look at it or how you feel it, the Ichimonji released by Hyoshubu Ichibei seems to be just an ordinary knife that can't be more ordinary.

Just when such a thought came to Yhwach's mind, the broad blade turned into a brush again in his eyes, as if the broad blade before was just an illusion.

But how could this be possible? Yhwach's pupils shrank for a moment. He was very sure that his eyes would not have the so-called illusion, so what happened to the knife, how did it turn from a blade back into a brush under his eyelids?

"Why, can't you tell whether it is a brush or a knife at once?" The monk seemed to see through my heart through my eyes and joked.

Originally, the sword in his hand had no name, but now it is completely familiar in Yhwach's heart. It has no name, just like a sword carefully picked up from the battlefield.

Previously, this brush did not have the ability to cut off the enemy's name, so this one-word small change that turned into a blade also has that ability, or is it to weaken the enemy's strength, or is it a range-based weakening?

Seeing the smile on Youzhong Xinguan's face fade away, the monk grinned. I put my left hand to my ear, as if I didn't hear what the other party just said.

Youhabach drew the long sword from his waist and took the initiative to attack the other party, and Hyoshubu Ichibei seemed to think so. I waved the brush in my hand, and a circle of dark white ink splashed in all directions, and Youzhong Xinguan was also within the range covered by it.

The monk used the knife as a gun, holding the long handle with both hands and stabbing at the opponent's sword, blocking it directly on the ground, and at the same time, the ink flew out of the blade, almost completely dyeing the opponent's long sword white.

And I finally understood what the ability of this word is. It is indeed a weakening of the ability of Zhanming, but it is not a weakening within the scope of influence, but a weakening of the ability itself!

It is unworthy of being listed as one of the special combat forces in the name of wisdom. Hyoshubu Ichibei, that guy, hides a cerebellum that can be considered a missed plan above the rough appearance.

During the period, except for the white ink that always came out of the monk's Ichimonji blade, no other general moves were used, almost retreating to pure hand-to-hand combat.

Even if it was a means that the enemy himself would ignore, I would try my best to prepare the method to deal with it.

The opponent's behavior of swiping white ink seemed to be more inclined to the former, and it was not a weakening within the scope of his ability. After all, this brush can only cut off its name when it touches a person.

Hearing the other party's words, Youhabach realized that the other party only used this ink to dye my sword completely white, and also deliberately dyed the star and cross emblem on my chest white.

The two of them went back and forth like this, even if they pulled away, they would still exceed the range of ten steps, and then they would be entangled again.

Unfortunately, except for the unparalleled whiteness, those inks seemed to have no lethality. At most, Youhabach did not notice that there was anything wrong with himself.

No one interrupted You Zhongxinguan's words, but I actually knew how to say it. Chui Mu looked at the sword in his hand. The weapon that accompanied me in the battle suddenly felt unfamiliar.

But this knife is not sharp, even a little blunt. If the power is enough, it is estimated that even people will be killed.

I raised the long sword in my hand that was not completely stained white, and even dripping with ink, and said with a smile: "He, let you use that one..."

In the calm hand-to-hand combat, You Zhongxinguan was still able to separate his mind and analyze what kind of ability this so-called Ichimonji had.

But wanting to kill me means taking my life away, but I am Youhabach. No one can take anything away from me, let alone life?

Youhabach did not answer, and his heart quickly recovered. No matter whether the other party's subordinates were holding a pen or a knife, they must exist to kill me.

But Yhwach suddenly accelerated, dropped the ink splashing towards me in front of him, raised his left hand, and slashed the sword in his hand towards Ichibei, who was also rushing towards me.

Seeing Yhwach's silence, the monk laughed even more wantonly, and continued: "You know, yes, he should know now, whether this sword has a name."

Except for the initial sudden change back to a brush, the collisions were all in the shape of a blade.

"Huh? What? What is the name of this sword?"

As long as I hesitate, I still need to be afraid of the unknown, not to mention that what I am facing is not a complete unknown. At most, in my eyes, I have never seen the future of being killed by Ichibei, the military commander. !

The only thing worth paying attention to is that ink pours out from the same head, but this dark white ink contains neither spiritual pressure nor poison that is corrosive or can weaken or even kill. It seems to be just pure ink.

If you think of it as the first or swastika of the Zanpakutō, in particular, it is a weakening of its original ability.

Sure enough, the monk also revealed the answer at the last moment, "Things smeared with a word will lose their names, and things that are famous are powerful. A famous sword, a famous cross, can they kill you?!"

Ichimonji knew when it changed from a brush to a knife. The knife collided with the sword. While the spiritual pressure burst into the sky, white ink splashed out from the narrow and thick blade and fell under Yhwach's sword. , also splashed under me.

"Doesn't he just have those abilities, Ippei of the Military Chief Division?" Tomozhong Shingguan felt that he was not close to the truth yet, and his tone was full of joy and arrogance, "Even if your name or strength is cut off in half, you can't do it." It can be restored by giving, and his knife that only spills ink can defeat you. "

The swastika stolen from Yamamoto outside is stored outside - the residual fire sword. Although Yhwach has never thought about using that power, now that the name of the Star and Cross Emblem has been erased, he may have lost it. It must have the ability to seal the swastika.

The two of them each took a step forward, and then Yuhabach raised his left hand and tilted his sword downwards.