In Soul Society, love and bond begin

This was the first time he had a wound on his body.

"Right leg!"

The moment her vitality was suppressed to the limit, the girl's other long leg also shattered and disintegrated, turning into the purest power.

She stabbed the blade into Yhwach's shoulder and slashed it downwards. Under the tremendous force, it tore a hideous wound, and then continued downwards!

"puff!"

A severed arm was cut off at the shoulder and fell to the ground.

The intense stinging sensation made Yhwach's expression tense to the extreme.

This is......

What a shame?!

At this moment, Saito was immortal, and the total amount of spiritual pressure he erupted was even close to that of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

However, in contrast.

The severe damage caused by the "sacrifice" has made it impossible for her to even maintain the most basic blood control ability.

Saito took a step forward with his right leg, which was barely made of blood, and swung the blade with all his strength, as if he wanted to chop the neck of the bastard opposite him again.

However, Yhwach just stood there quietly.

The next moment, the right leg collapsed on the ground.

Then the left leg and left arm.

Saito's pupils turned into pale voids the moment he swung the last knife, and even his consciousness became blurred.

With a "thump", she fell to the ground.

Yhwach stood quietly and looked at her.

After a long time, I heard him speak indifferently:

"Death."

"What on earth are you fighting for?"

Listening to his voice, perhaps as if it was a last burst of energy, a series of long, boring battle scenes flashed through Saito's immortal mind like a kaleidoscope.

Kill, kill, kill...

Interesting fights, boring fights.

It was not until an indeterminate amount of time had passed that my memory suddenly froze on a blurry figure that was barely visible.

She opened her mouth with great effort, and blood gushed out of it, but there was still a smile on the corner of her lips, and no one knew what she was laughing at.

Saito's voice was low and not very clear:

"..."

"Who knows."

Yhwach looked down at her, raised his blade with one hand, and said calmly:

"You are indeed the strongest among them."

But before the blade fell.

Suddenly, a frivolous sound came from behind him.

Yhwach and Saito turned their heads towards the direction of the voice at the same time.

Then, a thin young man was seen standing on the roof, waving at the girl lying on the ground, still with a smile on his face.

At his feet lay the corpses of three Quincy.

Fujimiya Makoto's tone is always so frivolous:

"Hey, Saito."

"I'm here to save you."

Chapter 160 Love Characteristics

Fujimiya Makoto half-knelt on the roof, looking down at Yhwach.

Saito Bakusui, who had originally thought that he was no longer afraid of death and whose breathing had become shallow, suddenly began to breathe heavier. His eyes, looking at Fujimiya Makoto, unconsciously revealed a bit of nervousness and urgency.

She opened her mouth, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of her teeth, and the pupil of her single eye contracted greatly.

This idiot! ?

At the same time, almost the moment he spoke, Yhwach recognized the man standing on the roof.

"Fujimiya Makoto...?"

Yhwach's hoarse and low voice fell, and his eyes from under his long hair fell on the three miserable corpses.

Pique, Laai, Metallu.

He solved all of them by himself?

This realization flashed through Yhwach's mind.

Fujimiya Makoto took a step forward.

There was a sudden rumbling.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but for a very brief moment, a murderous intent as sharp as a knife blade rose from the surface of Yhwach’s skin.

Subconsciously, he held the Quenching Cross across his chest.

When Fujimiya Makoto's figure appeared again, it had already passed by him.

In his arms, there was already the slender body of Saito Bulaobushi, which was mostly mutilated and covered in blood.

Pass by.

So fast.

This thought flashed through Yhwach's mind subconsciously, but his action had already swung the long sword in his hand at a speed faster than his brain.

The Cross Blade of Annihilation drew a ribbon-like trail of air in the air.

However, the Mifugyegi in Fujimiya Makoto's hand chopped down at a speed faster than his, and the two blades crossed.

"Zheng!"

The collision of metal created an extremely piercing buzzing sound in the ears.

Yhwach's brows furrowed subconsciously, and the strength in his hands became several times stronger than at the beginning.

The clear blue spiritual particle fluctuations exploded like a sea of ​​fog at the intersection of the two swords. The violently spreading fluctuations passed forward along the path of the sword, drawing a straight path.

Fujimiya Makoto held Saito's body in one hand, but the blade in his hand caught it steadily. The traces left by his feet continued to extend backward for more than ten meters along the direction of the blade, leaving two long traces on the ground.

But his figure remained as still as a mountain.

"Has it gotten stronger again?"

Yhwach looked at him coldly, but the impression in his mind was still that of the bastard brat who was shouting like a pervert when they last met in front of the two armies.

Although I don't agree with his qualifications as a humanoid, but if I remember correctly, this guy should have only had the strength of a third-level spiritual power at that time, right?

Now, he has at least the strength of a second-class...even close to the strength of a first-class spiritual power.

More importantly, no matter which world the 'omniscient and omnipotent' has seen, he has never been seen.

The sense of threat brought by the "unknown" made Yhwach unable to control himself and he became a little wary of the guy in front of him, and even his eyes subconsciously revealed a bit of murderous intent.

"Fujimiya Makoto."

"What the hell are you?"

Fujimiya Makoto held Saito's body in one hand, looking at Yhwach without any fluctuation in his eyes, and curled his lips:

"Isn't your ability omniscience and omnipotence?"

"Then take a look with your invincible eyes."

"Or......"

"Have you completely lost those eyes at this moment?"

The biggest secret was suddenly revealed, but Yhwach's heart surprisingly did not fluctuate much.

Compared to someone who even the omniscient and omnipotent cannot see, Yhwach did not think he would have too much emotional fluctuation after being told this little secret, and even knowing that he was bound to die this time.

But how did he know?

Fujimiya Makoto.

This man has so many secrets.

However, because of this, no matter what they say now, it will be of no use.

As long as he is killed, all the mysteries and strange stories will be meaningless.

Yhwach extended his Quincy Cross Blade and pointed it directly in the direction of Fujimiya Makoto.

"It seems you know a lot."

"In that case."

"Then you should be very clear about this, right?"

"It's about my strength."

Hearing this, even Fujimiya Makoto, who looked frivolous, couldn't help but reveal a solemn look in his eyes.

He turned sideways and pointed the imperial purification ritual in his hand forward.

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could say anything, he felt his collar suddenly grabbed by a tiny force and gently pulled.

Fujimiya Makoto lowered his head.

Saito Furuo was held in his arms. His body, which had lost too much blood, was on the verge of collapse both physically and mentally.

However, he still used up his last bit of strength and grabbed Fujimiya Makoto's collar with his only remaining arm.

The bloody knife that the girl had held in her hand until she was on the verge of death fell to the ground at some point and lay quietly at Fujimiya Makoto's feet.

"...Makoto."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Saito's voice, which had for some reason dropped, now had a tone that was almost pleading. He begged him with an unprecedented weakness, blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth:

"Run away."

"I'm satisfied."

Saito's strength was running out.

Fujimiya Makoto didn't know whether the 'satisfaction' she said meant 'being able to see him one last time', or 'this life has been gambled in the most extreme battle, and she accepts defeat'.

However, at this moment, no matter what Saito was referring to, it had no meaning to Fujimiya Makoto.

It was the first time he saw such a gentle smile on Saito's face.

Therefore, the tone naturally became tougher and more resolute than ever before.

"What do you mean by satisfied?"

"What do you mean by run away?"

"My impression of Saito Furuyo was not that of a woman who would say such weak words."

Hearing his voice as steady as usual, Saito Fulaubushi couldn't help but raise his head with some difficulty, looking at Fujimiya Makoto's profile, and pulled the corners of his mouth with effort.

what.

Yes.

If it were Fujimiya Makoto, he would indeed say something like this.

"not to mention......"

"The person I love was chopped into this state, and I was left to run away alone."