A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 536 Li Gui hits Li Kui (6)

"Boring battles..."

Zaraki Kenpachi seemed to have lost interest, and planned to end the farce: "Instead of wasting time with you, it's better to find other guys."

sizzle...  

There was a clear sound of metal rubbing, and the zanpakuto, which was shaped like a sawtooth and full of incisions, was dragged by him on the ground at will, splashing a series of firefly-like dots of light.

The burly body gradually approached, casting a huge shadow. With that heavy pressure, it seemed that several mountains were pressing on his shoulders, making Frank feel unable to breathe.

The air seemed to be freezing!

Under the pressure of that huge momentum, the ground wailed unbearably, and the solid stone slabs were covered with terrifying cracks, which spread from the feet of Saraki Kenpachi to the high wall bricks around the street.

Every time he took a step forward, the ground sank and collapsed an inch, and the momentum became heavier and heavier, and the spiritual pressure became more violent like a tsunami, hitting Frank wave after wave, as if it would crush him at any time broken.

Such a strong coercion...

Frank's eyes widened, and he couldn't even move a single finger. All his nerves were stretched to the limit, and the roots of his teeth were almost crushed. He tried his best to maintain the last bit of will, so that he would not be crushed by the momentum.

This is the Thirteenth Division of the Guarding Army, the ultimate power to protect the world of corpses and souls, above all the gods of death, the leader rank that is unique in thousands!

And there are at least twelve other terrifying existences like him in the entire Soul Soul Realm!

Can they really rescue Tony Stark from this group of monsters safely with these few stinky fish and rotten shrimps?

Although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, it turned out that it had nothing to do with hard work. Unless these captains fought among themselves, they would have no chance at all!

But expect infighting among these captains?

Frank's heart was gloomy and desperate, and the odds were better than buying a lottery ticket.

Clang——

The heavy knife cry suddenly reverberated.

Frank looked up, and saw the sawtooth-like blade raised high and pointed to the sky. Under the faint sunlight, it reflected a palpitating edge.

"Goodbye, travel disaster."

Zaraki Kenpachi held the blade of the sword, and slashed down head-on.

The broken sword blade was full of gaps, and when it fell, there was a sharp wind, like a torrent of huge waves.

Frank's two rows of teeth rattled, and a roar erupted from his throat. Under the threat of death, he forcibly broke free from that momentum, and crossed his arms at the last second, and the two silver-gray gun blades formed a cross-shaped defensive posture. in front of you.

Click!

Hearing a crisp whine, Pale Justice immediately stopped.

The blade was full of gaps and seemed to be broken, without any trace of being blocked, it easily cut off Frank's Zanpakutō, and the blade slashed on his body, leaving a huge bone-deep wound.

Blood splashed out like a fountain, and severe pain invaded the brain.

For a moment, Frank seemed to lose his center of gravity, and fell to the ground with a heavy plop, and the gurgling blood soon stained the nearby floor red.

Are... dying?

Frank's pupils dilated slightly, and the things in front of him became blurred.

The death knell of death echoed in the ears, the heartbeat slowed down a little bit, and the limbs became cold and stiff, like a living dead body.

"Boring battles..."

Zaraki Kenpachi's eyes were full of disappointment, he had no interest in fighting, and he planned to leave with his sword in his hand: "I hope the remaining few accidents can make me feel a little bit of joy in fighting."

Call ~

The breeze stopped suddenly.

The things in front of me suddenly slowed down.

The falling zigzag blade, as if the pause button had been pressed at this moment, stopped straight in front of him.

Frank didn't understand what was going on for a while, but he saw a lonely and vicissitudes figure, walking towards him from the position behind Jianba with steady and slow steps.

Is that... pale justice?

Frank recognized at a glance that the lonely and vicissitudes of life were exactly what he had seen before, the embodied image of his Zanpakuto.

"Already planning to admit defeat? Frank."

Pale and righteous looked down at him condescendingly, his coat fluttering slowly like a banner.

"Stop... stop joking, Pale Justice!"

Frank, who was in a pool of blood, raised his unyielding head, stared stubbornly at the pale justice, bit his blood-soaked lips with his teeth, let the fishy smell reverberate in his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice with a trace of unwillingness: "I am Frank. .....When... have you ever admitted defeat?!"

"Indeed..."

Pale and righteous, noncommittal, nodded slightly and said: "With your character, you have never bowed your head and admitted defeat."

Before becoming a god of death, when he was active as a punisher, he failed countless times, but no matter what kind of danger he faced, this man never gave up hope, and even if he knew he was dead, he would launch a final counterattack.

Just like those ferocious beasts in nature that bite their prey and don't let go, even if they die, they will tear a piece of flesh from the opponent.

Be tough on others, be tough on yourself.

The Punisher tortures his foes with brutal means, and is equally capable of withstanding the cruelest of tortures.

"Do you... still want to continue fighting?"

Pale and justice's deep and dark eyes seemed to be questioning Frank's heart: "Facing such a powerful enemy, you can't hurt him with all your strength. The gap is completely irreparable. Even so, we must continue to fight." ?"

Frank opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

But there was a faint voice deep in his heart, which kept telling him that he must never choose to give up.

"You have two choices, Frank."

Pale and righteous eyes softened, and his tone slowed down slightly: "The first choice is to accept failure and lie here without moving. The effect of dying until you die will keep you alive, and you don't need to worry about that person finding out."

"What about the second...choice?"

After a slight silence for half a second, he said palely and righteously: "The second option, I still have the last bullet, which breaks through the limit blockage of the spirit and body, and explodes in a very short period of time. Make a final counterattack before."

The last bullet?

As expected, Frank smiled wryly as if mocking himself as the last resort to counterattack.

"Frank, you are a veteran. You have experienced the cruelest battles and the darkest and most desperate battles. You should understand that that choice is the right one, right?" The pale, righteous and gentle tone seemed to be persuading him Choose to give up.

"Ok, I know."

Scenes of memories flashed through Frank's mind until it stopped at the night when his wife and child died tragically.

It was the belief in revenge and punishment that supported his decayed body, and survived one hell after another. Since the darkness has not dissipated, how could he shrink back?

"I choose...to fight!"

Frank's will defeated his dying body, and a fiery war ignited in his eyes.

"In that case, let me help you one last time."

Pale and righteous slowly closed his eyes, as if he had anticipated this scene, with a look of sadness on his face: "Let that arrogant guy see how terrifying a beast that is dying to fight back is, Frank."

boom!

The last bullet is called to die together!

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