A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 541

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The breeze picks up.

It blows up the petals on the ground and dances gracefully in mid-air.

The three were divided into two camps, facing each other tens of meters apart.

Steve's giant right arm was clenched into a fist, and the spiritual pressure in his body gradually began to rise, exuding a powerful force, sharp and firm eyes, firmly locked on the seemingly sloppy man.

Sensing the seriousness shown by the American team, Peter immediately put on a fighting stance.

The atmosphere became extremely solemn in an instant, and the huge spiritual pressure filled the empty area. It was obvious that the action had not yet been started, but the momentum was already surging like a storm, cutting the flat bluestone slabs around it into countless dense lines. crack.

"Really..."

Jingle Chunshui, who was wearing a colorful coat, sighed softly while pressing the round hat on his head, and said helplessly: "I just hope to solve the problem in a peaceful way as much as possible. Why do you always choose to fight?"

"Because violence...is the best way to solve the problem." Steve seemed to be recalled, with a faint pain in his expression, and said deeply: "The best way to seek peace in a way that can only be achieved through extreme violent checks and balances."

What he said was actually a metaphor for the situation in this world.

It is ironic that human beings can maintain a fragile peace under the check and balance of the most destructive weapons in history.

"I appreciate you more and more."

Jingle Chunshui's eyes lit up slightly, and he said with a light smile, "Why don't you come and join my team?"

"So can you let me go?" Steve asked.

"Then can you wait three days later?" Jingle Chunshui asked back.

The two are not talking, and the answer shows that they cannot.

Steve couldn't wait for three days, and Jingle Chunshui couldn't let him pass.

Since contradictions cannot be mediated through negotiation, the only resort is violence as the last resort.

"Peter, get out of here quickly."

Steve raised his hand and stopped Spider-Man who was going to fight together.

Under the puzzled eyes of the latter, he explained in a deep voice: "The one standing in front of us is a captain. With the strength of the two of us now, it is absolutely impossible to be his opponent. You leave here immediately, and then To find other lost people."

"Then... What about you, captain?" Peter asked in a panic, his heart startled.

"I'm going to stay here and hold him back."

Steve's eyes were deep, his tone seemed a little heavy, and he said hurriedly: "I don't know how long it will take, so you must be fast, don't look back, and bring the news of Tony's imminent execution to other scattered people ,Do you understand?"

"But......"

Peter's lips parted, wanting to say something more.

"Haven't you found out yet?!"

But Steve turned his head suddenly, bloodshot eyes in his eyes, as ferocious as a ghost: "We are already under his spiritual pressure attack, if I didn't stand in front of you, you wouldn't even be able to stand arrive!"

boom--!

The huge and heavy spiritual pressure fell on his shoulders like a mountain.

Almost just for a moment, through the coercion released by Steve, Peter's whole body exploded like fried beans, and his knees directly knelt on the bluestone board, sweat oozing from the pores crazily, directly That red spider suit is wet!

Until this moment, he suddenly realized.

It turned out that it was Steve who had endured this terrifying spiritual pressure for him.

The captain of the eighth team, Jingle Shunsui, just stood still and released the spiritual pressure, which made the two of them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their limbs were stiff and cold, the pores on their bodies shrank, and their hairs stood up one by one.

This is the captain-level god of death.

Facing such a terrifying existence, not to mention fighting against it, even breathing is a luxury.

"Go! Let's go!"

The veins in Steve's temples bulged, and he shouted with all his strength: "Be sure to pass the news...to others!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Peter bit his lip, turned and ran out.

It is useless for him to stay here, it can only add unnecessary pressure to Steve. Instead, it is better to follow the captain's order and pass the news of Tony's execution in three days to other people who don't know.

"Are you going to hold me back alone, so that my companions can find a way out?"

Jingle Chunshui put his hands in his sleeves, looked at Peter who was leaving with a smile, and didn't mean to stop him in the slightest: "I appreciate your courage and character, which are very rare among human beings. In other words, you really don't plan to join the eight Fan team?"

"Huchi...huchi..."

Steve panted heavily, raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were almost wet with sweat: "If you want me to join the Eighth Division, the premise is that you let Tony go."

"It's broad daylight, don't dream."

Jingle Chunshui smiled, spread his hands and said helplessly: "I dare not disobey the orders issued by Room 46 of the Central Committee."

"Then there's nothing to talk about!" Steve concentrated the Reiatsu on his left arm in one breath, grabbed the flaw that Jingle Shunsui showed when he spoke, and punched with all his strength: "The blow of the giant!"

boom!

The sky-blue spiritual power was released from the fist, rushing out like a roaring huge light dragon.

I saw countless flat bluestone slabs in front of me, which were instantly torn apart by the mighty spiritual pressure fluctuations, plowing out a deep ravine, and with the strong winds blowing up, they all rushed towards Jingle Chunshui.

"It's really nerve-wracking..."

Jingle Chunshui had a calm expression on his face, and stood still in place.

The patterned cloak shook violently, watching the fists getting closer, he held down the round hat on his head that was about to be blown away, then slowly raised his right hand, and opened his palm in an ordinary way.

boom!

The atmosphere shook violently and exploded with a loud explosion.

I saw the huge light dragon formed by the condensed spiritual power, and Jingle Chunshui easily caught it with his bare hands. With a slight force on his wrist, he hit the giant swung by Steve, changing the attack trajectory. thrown to the side.

The wall of a Que Pavilion connected to Chonglou was immediately blasted with a huge gap by this punch.

Before the rising smoke completely dissipated, Jingle Chunshui was slightly taken aback, and found that Steve's second punch had arrived, and the speed had been greatly improved compared to before, and the destructive power had increased a lot for no reason.

Swish!

The light dragon with condensed spiritual power fell into the air and rushed straight to the rear.

The front of the gorgeous five-story Chonglou city wall was directly collapsed by this powerful punch. The vermilion roof tiles and pure white bricks and stones were shattered, and fell like raindrops on the bluestone slabs below.

"I see......"

Jingle Chunshui suddenly appeared on the side, pressed the round hat and said with a smile: "First use a weaker first punch to confuse me, and then use a faster and more powerful second punch to attack, I have to say what you think very nice."

Steve's eyes narrowed slightly, and he exhaled a foul breath from his lungs: "But you still avoided it, didn't you?"

"Your punching speed is very fast, you should be regarded as the best among human beings." Jingle Shunsui said modestly: "But unfortunately, if it's only at this level, I can easily dodge it with Shunpo."

It is true that his punching speed is very fast, and the general death god can't react at all.

But in the captain's eyes, Steve's proud punching speed is like a movie slowed down several times.