The spiritual pressure was consumed severely, and Mao Zhihua Lie's death domineering costume was naturally broken. Duke secretly glanced at the seductive body. In his heart, he thought of the color as empty. Finally, he warned himself that this person was just looking at the emperor's sister. His real age was already the grandparents of the ancestors, so he reluctantly took back his rude eyes and took off his clothes and covered her.

"What a terrible ability. I instantly recovered all my injuries. If I hadn't felt the change of spiritual pressure personally, I would even suspect that this knife has the power to change time and space." Kasumiyaki sat up in Duke's clothes, put away his Zanpakura, and looked at the Chung-Yongyue with a little doubt.

"Where is, it's far worse than Captain Mao Zhihua's Bankai!" Duke put away the new moon and helped Mao Zhihuali up.

It seemed that he had noticed something. Maozhihua Lie touched his neck, which was smooth and delicate, and the scars there were also recovered.

"What's wrong, Captain Maozhihua?" Duke was holding the other party, and when he saw her stunned, he couldn't help but ask. Is there any remaining wounds? It's impossible, Chung-Yongyue wouldn't make such a low-level mistake!

"The scars here..." Kaori Urachi frowned and pulled down his collar. The white and soft flesh squeezed out an unfathomable gully.

"Captain, please respect yourself. I am an upright person!" Duke criticized him by covering his eyes.

"Then please sew your fingers a little..." Yuzhi Hualie twitched his lips, pulled his collar, and sighed after a while.

"Is there any problem... about that scar?" Duke couldn't help but curious when he saw that Hua Lie Shen of Mao was unpretentious.

"This scar has been on me for a long time and I have not healed it. For me, it is a shame and a crime that must be borne." Kaori Kaori said melancholy, not blaming Duke, after all, he was also out of good intentions.

"I'm very sorry, I don't know that scar is so important to you... Otherwise, if I stab you in the original position, do you think it's okay?" Duke said, and then he got the eyes of Kaori Kaori.

"Aren't you very confused why I asked about Mian Mu Jianba? And why is the captain of the medical team so addicted to war?" Kaori Urozuma stared at Duke's eyes and said without blinking.

"I'm a little curious. Everyone has a gossip! But this is your privacy after all, the captain. If it is inconvenient, you don't need to tell me." Duke said without caring, but actually raised his ears and waited for the other party to come to the next article.

"Before joining the Thirteenth Team of the Guardian, I became a crazy man. In order to pursue a strong opponent, I wandered around the Corpse Soul Realm. The dead souls that died under my sword were unknown. At that time, I was called an unprecedented evil man in the history of the Corpse Soul Realm! Through continuous battles, I gradually mastered countless schools of swordsmanship until I mastered all the swordsmanships of all schools. For this reason, I gave myself the name "Eight Thousand Littles". "Maozhi Hua Lie quietly told the past, his tone was plain and he spit out shocking secrets.

"The Flower of Mao... Eight Thousand Lifts..." Duke suddenly woke up, and Mu Jianba named the little girl Ba Qianliu. Could it be that there is any origin in it?

"Later, the captain of the 13th Team of Gu Ting, and I was invited to become the captain of the 11th Team, which is the first generation of Jian Ba!" Maozhihua Yu was not shocking and continued in Duke's shock, "The 13th Team of Gu Ting, at that time, was just a killer organization that could do anything, and we captains were just executioners full of blood!"

"Captain Maozhihua is the first generation of Jianba... The Thirteenth Team of the Guardian Team is a killer organization?" Duke was completely shocked. No wonder the swordsman skills of Maozhihua Lie are extraordinary. It turns out that it is the first generation of Jianba! And the Thirteenth Team of the Guardian Lingting An Ning and the Soul Realm of the Corpse was actually from a terrorist organization... This plot is unfolding!

Duke was speechless when he thought of the three opponents he had experienced along the way. Gengmu Jianba, Gui Yancheng Jianba, Maozhi Huajianba... Why are they all Jianba? Is it because they are not in line with their horoscopes and are born to be in conflict?

"Later, the purpose of the 13th Team of the Guardian Court changed, and we became law enforcement officers to defend the royal court!" Maozhi Hualie seemed to be trapped in memories, lowered his head and silently for a while, and continued: "A peaceful life is not suitable for a person like me who longs for fighting. Once, I went to Liuhun Street to find the powerful general I liked, and accidentally met the guy who accidentally met the young man... that is what you called Gengmu Jianba. Then we started a fierce showdown, and I was almost defeated, and a fatal wound was left on the sternum..."

"It's true that it's Gengmu Jianba... It's not surprising if it was him." Duke nodded. Mao Zhihualie's swordsmanship was the only one he saw in his life. He could hurt her. I think there would be no other person besides that beast.

"But..." Kaori Umaru continued to recall: "In order to pursue the fun of fighting, Gengmu Jianba lowered his power seal to the same level as me, and I was lucky enough to win. It's really ironic! I, who claims to be Jianba... I can't let my opponents use all their strength in the battle..."

Duke was quite sympathetic when he heard this. This should be a great shame for a swordsman. No wonder the braided braids from Maozhi Hualie were unwilling to heal the scars. It turned out that this is the reason.

"In that battle, I experienced unprecedented joy and finally found an opponent who could take the Yiyue Sword..." Maozhihualie stared at Duke for a long time, and said silently in his heart: You are the second one.

"But Mu Jianba is different! Looking around, there are some miscellaneous fish, and even an opponent who can test the sword cannot find him. I am the first opponent who can be called an enemy... But I am weaker than him. He is afraid that once he kills me, he will no longer be able to experience the joy of fighting. In order to cater to me, he seals his strength bit by bit until he is comparable to me. At that time, I was desperate, and I was so incompetent..."

"If this is the case, the captain has nothing to worry about. I have fought with that guy, and his seal has been untied! It's so strong!" Duke spoke out to comfort her, trying to untie her heart.

"At that time, I thought that only he was called "Sword Eight"... and the meaning of my existence was to liberate him again, because no one was more suitable than me!" A gleam burst out from the eyes of Kaori Kaori, then went down dejected, looking at Duke and shook his head: "It was not until I met you that I realized how ridiculous my thoughts were! You are stronger than me, and your kendo proves that you still have great potential yet... Only you two are qualified to compete for the name of "Sword Eight"!"

"But... I'm not interested in the name of 'Sword Eight'!" Duke scratched his head and smiled awkwardly when he faced the scorching eyes of Kaori Mao.

"There will not be two sword eights in the same era. This is an unshakable iron rule and a fate that we swordsmen cannot escape." When Kaori Mao heard Duke's words, he was so angry that he grabbed him. His eyes were staring at him tightly, and he didn't care that his clothes fell off his shoulders. He continued, "Don't you have that kind of self-awareness? When you find another strong man, the sword in your hand is eager to... Kill the other party to cast myths, or be killed by the other party to achieve myths, the sword in his hand will definitely point to one of them! My scars disappear because of you, and my destiny will inevitably be inherited by you, because you defeated me!"

Duke pushed Maozhihualie's hand away, calmly pulled up her clothes, and quietly said under the other party's puzzled gaze: "Fate? The strongest? It's so naive. You want to give you these things. For a lifetime, the sword in your hand should be wielded for what you cherish! My sword has never been swung for boring things like "the strongest". My sword exists to be able to stand up straight after I die!"

"You are really... different from others!" When Hua Lie Mao heard this, his delicate body shook and his eyes looked at Duke deeply, as if he wanted to imprint his figure into his soul. Duke's words were written on her closed heart, and the unbreakable heart of swordsmanship broke a crack.

If someone else said this to Kaori Mao, she would only sneer, but Duke was different. This was a swordsman who was stronger than her. In the field of swordsmanship, Duke undoubtedly went longer and farther than her. His words were like a warning word to every swordsman, worthy of their deep thought.

"It's Captain, you're crazy! You should live in the way you think you are beautiful." Duke reorganized Maozhi Hualie's clothes, looked at his long hair and draped face, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "Captain is so beautiful now! I'm almost moved!"

"Stop lying!" Maozhi Hua Lie didn't believe it, and he curled his lips and spat lightly, feeling a little happy. As long as he was a woman, he would not mind being praised for her beauty.

"Has I been discovered?" Duke shook his head and said, "No wonder, his acting skills are too exaggerated. It's hard for me to get into the role of the captain. Who made the captain fall into memories from thousands of years ago at any time? It's so scary. Although he looks very young, he is a super old antique. It can scare people when he says his actual age. In the Soul World, the captain is probably older than you..."

Duke kept talking, complaining, and was puzzled by how she could still maintain her like a little girl in such a big grade. The captain of the captain was obviously a bad old man, so why could you still look so beautiful?

Duke, who successfully committed suicide, forgot a truth: women are always creatures who care about their age the most.

At first, Hua Lie of Mao could respond with a smile, but in the end he fell into a mysterious black air, with blue veins rising from the corners of his eyes, and his face was as gloomy as if it was fished out from water.

"Hey, there are mosquitoes on your head." Kaori Yuuzhi interrupted Duke's nagging and pointed at the top with a smile.

"[Wujian] Will there be mosquitoes? Is it a special breed?" Duke raised his head in confusion and lowered his head again, the final perspective was an enlarged fist.

Bang!

With a knowing blow, the Duke broke through and could not sink!

[Wujian] Outside the gate, Duke rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth. He was dragged out by the peaceful face of Mao Zhihualie. The guards were determined to ask, but were forced back by the look of Mao Zhihualie's eyes. He swallowed his saliva, silently salivated, and sent the two of them away respectfully.
Chapter completed!