Death of Douluo

Although the Zanpakutō in the hands of Mo Fan in black looks exactly the same as Mo Fan's Zanpakutō, the color is exactly the opposite. Unlike the snow-white color of Mo Fan's Zanpakutō, the Zanpakutō in the hands of Mo Fan in black is pure black.

"It's been so long, we meet again. We haven't talked to each other once. Why are you asking me to come in now? Let me go out. I don't have time to talk to you today." Mo Fan looked at Mo Fan in black in the distance. He looked like him today. Don't want to talk to anyone.

The cold voice of Mo Fan in black sounded, "Hold your knife!"

"Let me out, don't you understand?" Mo Fan glanced at the Zanpakutō beside him, his eyes a bit cold.

Mo Fan in black raised his Zanpakutō and pointed it at Mo Fan, "If you beat me, you can get out!"

"I don't want to say my words a third time!" Mo Fan's voice turned completely cold.

The expression of Mo Fan in black in the distance did not change at all, and he directly ignored Mo Fan's words. As soon as he stepped out, the figure of Mo Fan in black disappeared immediately, and a cold light flashed past.

Mo Fan tilted his head, and a black cold light appeared on the side of Mo Fan's cheek.

Even though he dodged, the speed of Mo Fan's Zanpakutō was too fast. The black Zanpakutō directly drew a bloody scar on Mo Fan's fair cheek, and blood overflowed.

"If you die here... you will really die!" Mo Fan's indifferent voice in black recalled in Mo Fan's ears.

As he finished speaking, Mo Fan in black held his backhand, and the black Zanpakutō that had just scratched Mo Fan's cheek instantly turned and slashed horizontally towards Mo Fan's neck, sending an icy chill.

when!

The white Zanpakutō was already standing in front of Mo Fan. The white and black swords were intertwined. The huge power coming from the black Zanpakutō directly pushed Mo Fan's figure away.

"If you die here, you will really die." Mo Fan recalled what Mo Fan in black had just said, his pupils could not help but shrink, and his expression kept changing.

fear?No, it was anger. Mo Fan, who was already alone, wanted to kill him even with his power at this moment. Madness and endless anger instantly filled Mo Fan's mind.

Boom boom boom.

The heavy rain in the sky became even more crazy, and the lightning accompanied by the low sound of thunder made the entire manor feel like it was in doom.

Mo Fan, who was knocked away, stood up slowly. There was no emotion in his deep black eyes. He raised the white Zanpakutō, ticking, raindrops fell on the blade. The sound of rain and thunder seemed to be at this moment. Disappear, quiet, extremely quiet.

The madness and anger made Mo Fan look like a piece of ice at the moment.

Tapping.

As the footsteps passed by, water splashed everywhere, and Mo Fan's figure disappeared immediately. The cold sword light streaked across the sky, and Mo Fan did the same in the blink of an eye.

when.

Mo Fan didn't show any mercy and slashed straight towards the chest of Mo Fan in black. Mo Fan in black didn't panic at all. He held the knife in his back and stood on his chest. A violent impact sound could be heard, and the raindrops around him were violently beating. They all shot out in all directions under the impact.

The four eyes faced each other, and there was no emotion at all in either Mo Fan's or black-clothed Mo Fan's eyes.

Will Mo Fan in black hold back?The next action has been told to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan in black, who was holding the sword behind his back, raised his hand and raised the black Zanpakutō upwards. While the huge force knocked back Mo Fan's Zanpakutō, the black Mo Fan changed his hands and turned the high-standing Zanpakutō. , from top to bottom, with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain, it suddenly slashed towards Mo Fan.

Mo Fan didn't panic at all. While steadying his Zanpakuto, he held the sword in both hands and stood above his head.

Dang, that was the sound of two knives intersecting, and boom, that was the sound of Mo Fan kneeling down on one knee.

The force of the counterattack was such that even though Mo Fan was holding up his hands, he was still suppressed. The black Zanpakutō pressed firmly against Mo Fan's Zanpakutō, sizzling, and the symphony of long swords continued, which was a bit harsh.The huge force pressed Mo Fan's Zanpakutō back continuously.

Just one face to face, the terrifying pressure brought by Mo Fan in black made people breathless.

wow.

The black-clothed Mofan's Zanpakutō fell, and an outline several meters long appeared on the smooth ground.The indifferent eyes of Mo Fan, who was dressed in black, looked not far away.

Although Mo Fan avoided it, he could still clearly see that a corner of Mo Fan's clothes was missing in the distance.

Mo Fan looked at the corner of his clothes, his expression did not change at all, but his hands tightened on his Zanpakutō.

In one face-to-face meeting, Mo Fan clearly understood that no matter in terms of strength or speed, he was suppressed by the black-clothed Mofan in front of him, and the death inheritance he relied on was even more familiar to the black-clothed Mofan than him.

"Hahaha!" Crazy laughter, at this moment, the fear seems to have been forgotten, and there is only excitement and enthusiasm for fighting, which is the catharsis of Mofan's madness and anger.

Step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, Mo Fan's pace became more and more urgent, running like crazy. Mo Fan did not choose to use Shunpo. The Zanpakutō in his hand stood behind him. Since he can do it, Mo Fan in black can do it. , then you don’t play according to common sense and fight with instinct!

Seeing this, Mo Fan in black in the distance raised his mouth slightly and rushed towards Mo Fan in the same manner. His posture was exactly the same as Mo Fan's.

Mo Fan's expression did not change, he still held the knife in both hands, and slashed forward from behind, using the force of the knife to suppress the person.

Mo Fan in black did the same. The two swords collided violently together again. The rain scattered in all directions, the ground collapsed instantly, lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder sounded.

The lightning reflected the two figures, and the smile on Mo Fan's lips became even crazier.

With the advantage of strength, Mo Fan's figure was repelled again. This time, Mo Fan in black did not stop and continued to pursue Mo Fan while repelling Mo Fan.

The long black knife was about to harvest Mo Fan's soul like the scythe of death.The powerful slash seemed to cut Mo Fan in half.

Mo Fan had just stabilized his figure and advanced instead of retreating. The Zanpakutō in his hand met the black Mo Fan's long sword again. Knowing that his strength was not as strong as the black Mo Fan's, Mo Fan did not retreat at all. With one slash, Mo Fan's figure was knocked away again.

After being knocked away, Mo Fan stabilized his figure again and once again waved the long knife in his hand and slashed crazily towards Mo Fan in black.

boom!

when!

boom!

when!

The sound of rain, lightning, thunder, and the sound of long knives interlacing were like a symphony. Under the crazy attacks, Mo Fan was repelled time and time again, but Mo Fan continued to attack again and again as if he was crazy. Mo Fan, dressed in black, attacked.

The long knives crisscrossed, collided, and slashed wildly. The manor continued to collapse, and the battlefield continued to change from one corner of the manor to another.

There was no skill in this fight, but it gave people a feeling of a struggle between barbarians. Both of them seemed to be immersed in the feeling of the collision of long knives and the collision of forces.

Calling it a battle, it feels like a catharsis...