Chapter 1043: Following nature and conforming to nature is called virtue! (3)

Chapter 1043: Following nature and conforming to nature is called virtue! (3)

"Sure enough...it's me."

The moment the man raised his head, a trace of bitterness appeared in Lord's eyes.

In fact, just as he expected, the man sitting cross-legged under the sword tomb had almost the same appearance as him, and even the fluctuations of his soul and the essence of his spiritual pressure were exactly the same.

From this point of view, they are the same person.

However, the only difference between them is the look in the man's eyes that have gone through many vicissitudes of life and bear endless suffering.

"Won't you introduce yourself?"

Lord calmed down his complicated mood and asked.

"I am you, you are me..."

The man casually picked up a blade on the ground and said calmly: "Since you choose to come back here, it means... you have made a choice, then... come and do it yourself End this!"

Are you going to take action if you disagree?

Lord raised his eyebrows slightly. He is an ordinary person now. How can he beat this guy: "What will end all this? Can you make it clear? I'm just here to find a memory that I once lost."

"I know."

The man slowly raised the blade, his eyes flashing with a blood-red killing light, and said: "If you want to take back your memory, then defeat me."

"Did you make a mistake?"

The corner of Lord's mouth twitched and he explained: "I just want to get my memory back, not to fight with you. Besides, I can't use the power of death now. You..."

Swish——!

A huge blue sword energy fell down like a broken waterfall.

In an instant, the vast sword energy roared past like a river, brushing past Luo De and flying into the distance. A cliff tens of feet wide split the entire city in two from the middle, and the void was filled with the terrifying roaring sword. meaning.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Lord's cheek.

He had never truly felt that death was so close, as if every inch of skin and pores on his body were trembling and standing upright, and the nerves in his brain were sending hysterical warnings to him.

Gudong...

Xu is an ordinary person's physique, which allows the perception of fear and danger to be expanded to the limit.

"Nonsense, that's it."

The man looked at him calmly and said, "Now, you only have two choices."

"Either, pull out the sword on the ground, defeat me, and take back your lost memory; or, give up resistance, just stand there and don't move, I will kill you with my own hands, and then wait for the next meeting."

"Tell me...your choice!"

When the voice fell, there was a boiling tide of murderous intent, swallowing up the front like a substance.

The strong winds visible to the naked eye, under the boiling cold murderous intent, swallowed up everything around them like a storm.

Lord, who was silent on the spot, was shaking uncontrollably.

It looked like...a big fish trapped in fear and helplessness, left to be slaughtered on the chopping block.

The man stared at him coldly, without saying a word, as if waiting for Lord to make a choice, but the chill in his eyes became stronger.

The next moment, Lord lowered his head and turned his back towards the city.

"Choose to give up..."

The man's eyes were full of disappointment, and there was a hint of violence in the depths of his pupils: "Once again, you chose to escape."

However, just when he was about to kill Lord, he saw the latter suddenly stop and pull out a rusty sword. The blade was covered with red rust, as if it had been corroded by time.

The blade is narrow and straight, with an upright center. It looks like a sword but not a sword, and looks like a knife but not a knife.

The special shape of the wide blade and thick back makes the whole knife very heavy, and it is already very laborious even just to lift it.

Clang!

The straight blade cut across the ground, plowing a long mark.

Lord took a long breath, stepped forward and lowered his waist, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and used all the strength of his body to lift the heavy sword, with a look of unyielding in his eyes: "Sorry, in my dictionary, Never give up."

“Courage is encouraged, but…not advisable.”

The man looked at him quietly, with a hint of joy deep in his eyes, but it was quickly hidden, and he said calmly: "With the strength of ordinary people, it is best to choose a lighter weapon. s Choice."

"It...is the best for me!"

Lord held the sword tightly with both hands, and a sense of familiarity calmed his restless heart.

"good, very good."

The man grinned, seemingly very happy, and said, "It's just that you can't even swing a knife freely, how can you end all this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The sharp blade was carried by the strong wind, like a vast lake pouring down. The terrifying weight made it difficult for Lord to breathe, and his momentum was completely suppressed. He could only rely on subconscious instinct to hold the sword across his head.

boom--!

The blades collided, and terrifying force poured down.

The ground with a radius of several hundred meters suddenly collapsed and shattered, and terrifying storms rose into the sky like tornadoes.

With an ordinary man's body, Lorde took the knife abruptly, and blood surged all over his body almost in an instant. His legs were almost submerged into the ground, the muscles of his two arms were torn, and his bones screamed hysterically.

"Let me... completely break your delusions!"

The man raised his leg and kicked Lord on the chest.

boom!

Lord immediately flew out, rubbing against the ground and plowing a bloody trail.

"Cough cough... cough cough..." Blood spurted out crazily, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken. Lord struggled to get up, his eyes were blurred due to blood congestion, and he could hardly see clearly. Ahead, the severe pain almost made him lose consciousness.

But...the man didn't choose to stop.

"You can't defeat me if you still have that boring fantasy."

The man approached forcefully, and the moment he drew his sword, a mighty sword light swept over him like a sea.

"Ahhh!"

Lord roared to the sky, desperately squeezing the body's potential, holding the sword and relying on the remaining instinct, he swung it to fight.

Even if he loses the blessing of spiritual power, he is still the one who inherits the name of Kenpachi!

He can be deprived of his spiritual power and his Zanpakutō, but the only thing that cannot be deprived is his past efforts!

Kendo, Eight Thousand Ryu, Underworld!

At this moment, Lord actually used his pure human body to show Huang Quan's sword skills!

Boom!

The two knives struck each other, sparks flying.

"Yes, that's it, this is the real you!"

The man's eyes became more and more excited, as if there were two flames burning, and the high-pitched fighting spirit ignited the surroundings.

The two fought fiercely like madmen.

Every time the blades collide, there will be a terrifying strong wind and flying blood.

Rather than saying it was a battle, it was better to say that Lord was being crushed one-sidedly.

The bones are trembling, the muscles are moaning.

Not a single finger or muscle fiber can be relaxed, otherwise it will be crushed in an instant.

He doesn't even have time to breathe or blink. As long as he is hit, his body and soul will be completely destroyed!

Under that almost crazy offensive, Lord could only hold on.

The injuries continued to worsen, with stab wounds being added one after another. Bones were visible in each wound, and the skin and flesh were rolled and dripping with blood.

But...the memories are coming!

Every slash on his body seemed to break the shackles that bound him.

"Very good, but... not enough!" The man's eyes flashed and he let out a thunderous cry.

He stepped forward, knocked Luo De away with the hilt of his sword, and then lifted him up. The extremely cold light shot straight into the sky like a broken waterfall.

Uh-huh!

Blood fell like a waterfall, falling under the ruins.

Lord took a few steps back, as if he had lost his last bit of strength, and lowered his head.

"Now, do you remember?"

The man held the long knife dripping with blood and stared at the motionless Lord: "Your name, your real name!"

"Ah...I remembered..."

Lord lowered his head, and the surging spiritual power visible to the naked eye surged out again, turning into a mighty torrent, impacting the world in all directions, and boundless pressure suddenly descended.

"Follow your nature and go with nature."

"The original intention is good, and there is no self, so it is called... virtue!"

"My name is...Lord!"

"It's not Lord Carr, it's - Lord!!!"