Shinigami Uchiha Madara

The competition between wills must not take a step back.

Once you retreat, you are forced into desperation. There is no retreat behind, only an endless abyss.

And once you fall into the abyss, you can only wait for the end to be swallowed by darkness.

This is the severity of this duel!

"Come on, Kisuke. You are the third place in the second division, so you can't lose the face of the second division."

Although Yoruichi watched the matchup from the perspective of an onlooker, her heart was ups and downs. Especially her eyes were staring at Urahara Kisuke.

There is only one chance. If he fails, it also means that he can become the captain of the 12th squad in half a year.

On the other side, the two flames finally burst apart.

A sea of ​​terrifying fire swallowed the two figures, and also occupied most of the underground space.

"I really didn't expect that the embodiment of Zanpakutō has such a powerful power. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine this scene.

Although Uchiha Madara's heart is calm, he has to be amazed. More importantly, he is even more looking forward to the scene where the Haoyan Extinguish Fan becomes manifest in the future.

"Madara, do you think Kisuke can succeed?"

Although Yoruichi is full of confidence in Urahara Kisuke, he also has some concerns. After all, from the situation, Urahara Kisuke has been suppressed.

"Well…"

There was another heavy muffled sound, and Urahara Kisuke's figure retreated embarrassedly.

To be fair, although the power of Zanpakutō is also the power of Urahara Kisuke itself. However, in normal battles, Shinigami had to rely on Zanpakutō to be able to exert all his strength.

Hong Ji's eyes were cold, and she said coldly: "Urahara Kisuke, you are careless. Hong Ji's offensive is more than just flames. Have you forgotten what flames can restrain?"

Hong Ji's voice fell, and his palm suddenly clenched. Suddenly, the flames scattered in the air instantly condensed into a red rope, which tightly bound Urahara Kisuke's body.

"Wow…"

Urahara Kisuke wailed in pain, his body was burned by the flame, and the black death tyrant was eroded by the flame, revealing his red skin.

At this moment, Urahara Kisuke is even more at a disadvantage. He couldn't even get rid of the shackles of the red rope, he could only watch Hong Ji approach step by step.

"Since you are not able to master the power of Master Honghime, that's it, Urahara Kisuke!"

Hongji waved Zanpakutō mercilessly, and stab Urahara Kisuke's body fiercely.

Puff!

The sharp blade pierced into the flesh and blood, causing scarlet blood to splatter.

Urahara Kisuke opened his eyes wide in shock, and his eyes were filled with despair. He kept muttering: "Is it really over here? I'm really unwilling."

"Hong Ji, I didn't use you as a prop, nor a weapon for killing, but I really regarded you as a companion. It's a pity that I overestimated my abilities, and I can't master you. strength…"

Urahara Kisuke closed her eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

After Hong Ji hesitated for a while, she finally set her heart cruelly and waved the blade again.

The blade keeps getting closer, which also means that Urahara Kisuke is getting closer and closer to death.

"No! Cheer up, Kisuke!"

Yoruichi screamed anxiously, she even wanted to rescue Urahara Kisuke, but unfortunately it was stopped by Uchiha Madara.

Madara said calmly, "Don't be impulsive, Yoruichi. This is Urahara Kisuke's duel and the most crucial step between him and Zanpakutō. If he can take this step, he will be able to successfully conquer Honghime and understand Bankai."

"But…"

Yoruichi could hardly control her emotions, but after some struggle, she finally endured it. After all, even if she defeated Hongji, it would only save Urahara Kisuke's life and could not help him. Get Bankai.

At this moment, an unbelievable scene happened for the two of them.

Urahara Kisuke, who was dying, suddenly opened his eyes. Not only did his face lose the slightest paleness, but his fighting spirit rose.

Urahara Kisuke stretched out his blood-stained palm, suddenly grasped the sharp blade, and smiled slyly: "It's not that I don't know Hong Ji, but that I am waiting for an opportunity. And now is such an opportunity!"

"Hong Ji, the person who cares is not me, but you!"

"Tangle it, Hong Ji!"

The same scene appeared on Hong Ji. Before Hong Ji could react, her body was tightly bound. Just as she was at a loss, Zanpakutō had already penetrated her body.

Hong Ji looked shocked and said in amazement: "How is this possible? Haven't you been seriously injured?"

Urahara Kisuke said slyly: "That's because we are too familiar with each other, so we need some means to deceive you. If you don't, how can you be fooled?"

Hong Ji was eclipsed, a strange color flashed in his eyes, he did not expect to be deceived by the cunning Urahara Kisuke. More importantly, as her wounds continued to bleed, the thousands of Zanpakutō all around disappeared, leaving only a handful of Zanpakutō standing beside Hongji.

"That's it!"

Urahara Kisuke's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he stepped out, casting Shunpo and instantly came to the real Zanpakutō. With a brushing sound, Urahara Kisuke lifted Zanpakutō abruptly, and the corners of his mouth raised a satisfactory arc.

This familiar power is the power of Hong Ji who used to get along with him day and night.

Urahara Kisuke came to Hong Ji and resolutely said: "I'm sorry Hong Ji, I won the battle in the end."

Puff!

The sharp blade pierced into the flesh and blood, causing scarlet blood to splatter.

A scene that seems familiar, but the result is completely different. This time it was Hong Ji's turn to be seriously injured, and her body gradually became dim and dim.

The corner of Hong Ji's mouth overflowed with blood, and she dyingly said, "Urahara Kisuke, you are as good as I thought, and even I was deceived by this hand. No matter what, you succeeded in doing it."

Hong Ji's figure quickly dimmed, and finally turned into a blank, completely disappearing in front of Urahara Kisuke's eyes.

A ray of red light poured into Zanpakutō, bursting into blazing light.

Urahara Kisuke clasped Zanpakutō tightly, his eyes burning: "I finally know your real name, Hong Ji."

"Bankai, Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame!" ..

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