Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1025: The king and the mount (3)

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Lord's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the depths of his heart, a certain memory slowly awakened, suddenly stirring up a storm.

The secret that has been reluctant to tell is now exposed by the **** of the underworld in the most cruel way.

Who is the real... Lord Carr?

Is it the traverser from the earth who has the memory of the past life, or the man who has become the Spirit King in the future timeline?

Actually, after merging half of the flowers, Lorde faintly felt that he was fundamentally different from the future Spirit King.

It's like two souls in one...

He has the memory of a traveler in his previous life, but Lord Lord of the Spirit does not have that memory.

From this point of view, the real Lord Carr should actually be the future Lord, not the current him.

But...is that true?

He doesn't know, and he doesn't know either.

In the past, he was deliberately avoiding, but now he can't avoid it. When the question is raised, he is destined to never go back.

Lord looked complicated, and now he finally understands what the question the Underworld God has been asking means.

He and he, Lord and Lord, past and future, both of them are almost identical in terms of posture, ability, and strength.

The fusion of half of each flower determines that one day in the future, they will eventually go to opposite sides.

The victorious side will be the king to dominate the battle; the losing side will become a mount to increase the combat power.

This is destiny, there is no escape.

"Looks like you've figured it out."

The **** of underworld waved his arm and shook his sword.

Then, his aura suddenly changed, the depths of the boy's eyes were smudged black, and the killing intent spewed out like a tide: "Then, I'll ask you again, it's the same question just now."

Hoo!

The killing intent like a frenzy caused countless ripples on the sea, and the cold bytes shook the void like thousands of swords.

"Whether it is posture, ability, or strength, two people are exactly the same. Which one can become the king decides how to dominate the battle, and which one becomes the mount to increase the combat power."

"In your opinion, what is the fundamental reason for the difference between the two?"

"After all..."

The Underworld God paused, took a deep look at him, and then said meaningfully: "Only a real king...is qualified to control, us mounts!"

Shhh!

As soon as the voice fell, the God of the Underworld swept to Lorde in a flash, with a ripple in the bottom of his eyes, raised the Zanpakutō, and pointed to the sky: "Before you get this answer, you... .Not worthy to use her powers!"

The next moment, Lord's expression changed dramatically.

He felt very clearly that the connection between himself and Guan Canghai seemed to be cut off by some kind of force.

"Why, I can't use the swastika..." Lorde was stunned.

"Didn't I say so?"

The underworld **** said: "Until you get your answer, you can't use her power, which is what I mean and what she means."

What are you kidding? !

Lord was suddenly shocked by Tong Kong, and he was actually rejected by his Zanpakutō...

However, the Underworld God did not give him extra time to think, and the pure white blade slammed down.

Boom!

With an indomitable power, there is no hesitation, let alone any retreat.

One strike, no turning back.

When!

Lord put the knife horizontally in front of him, blocking the slash, with a look of confusion and entanglement on his face, and gritted his teeth: "So, you are testing me and him, who is qualified to be a king? ?"

"Oh, it seems I said nothing."

A trace of disappointment flashed on the face of the God of the Underworld: "It's all said and done, don't you still understand?"

"What the **** do you want to ask?"

Lord is even more confused. He doesn't understand at all now, what is the answer the Underworld God wants!

"The answer is in your heart."

Unwilling to say more, the Underworld God suddenly took a half-step, swung the knife up, swinging Lord's knife away, and then took advantage of the situation to squat.

"No, I'm careless!"

Lord was powerless to resist, and could only let the cold sword light in front of him gradually enlarge.

Pfft-

A touch of blood blooms.

Lord took a few steps back, the shirt on his chest was torn, his flesh was chopped up and rolled, and blood dripped dripping.

It hurts...it hurts...

However, not from **, but from the most trusted person, the pain of betrayal!

"I understand...you chose him and gave up on me, right?"

Lord coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, with a cold light in his eyes, and said solemnly: "Since you insist on asking, then I might as well tell you that he is the real Lord Carr."

"Unfortunately, this is not the answer I want, nor the answer that guy wants, nor the answer I want from watching the sea..." The disappointment in the eyes of the **** of the underworld thicker.

The next moment, several projections of the underworld gods appeared on the river of time.

The rushing Reiatsu stretches across the sky, and the mighty coercion flows down from the nine heavens with irresistible majesty.

"The solution: the residual fire is too sword!"

"Solution: Dahonglian Binglun Pills!"

"Answers: Huang Huang and Yan Ling leave the palace!"

The strongest three-handed Zanpakutō of the elemental system, with the presence of the heavenly aspect, dominates the elements between heaven and earth in just an instant.

"From this point of view, it's the first time for you to see the **** that once belonged to you, right?"

The underworld **** lowered his head, like a **** overlooking all living beings in the world, and said in a daze: "Since you have forgotten, then let me... wake you up!"

"Even without her, I'm still me!"

Lord let out a low roar, his whole body was surging with spiritual pressure, his sharp sword intent broke through the sky, and the blade swung horizontally, "You can take away my swastika, or you can seal my quince power, but the only thing you can't It was my sword that was taken away!"

He still has a sword!

As long as he has the sword, he can fight!

"Kendo · Baqianliu · Crescent Moon!"

Lord pressed the knife with one hand and stepped out diagonally, like a ghost passing through the void, and the moment the knife was unsheathed, it was like a cold and cold moon.

"Yes, this is you!"

The **** of underworld was ecstatic in his eyes, and with a long whistle, he drew his sword and went up to fight with Lord.

"Instinct?"

"Faith?"

"Soul?"

"No, neither."

In the sky, silhouettes flicker.

In less than one breath, the two figures have already crossed hundreds of times.

The two knives collided, sparks flying.

In an instant, fireworks like a midsummer night exploded continuously in the sky.

Nearly identical forces ~IndoMTL.com~ collide with each other and interweave, the most terrifying destructive force.

The storm is centered on the two of them, like a huge ring, spreading in all directions, and the sea water is set off by layers of huge waves.

The sky is full of water, like a torrential rain pouring down.

The two of them were all wet, clinging to their skin, and their eyes collided, but they had completely different meanings.

"What I want to know is the simplest and most primitive answer."

The sharp eyes of the Underworld God, like a sharp knife, pierced Lord's heart: "Who are you... who are you?"

“…Who am I?”

Hearing that, Lorde was struck by lightning, his brain was blank, his memory seemed to break through the blockade, and in a moment of insanity, his chest was pierced by a blade.

The severe pain dragged him back to reality.

What catches my eye are the sad eyes of the Underworld God and his complicated look, as if asking him:

Why... forget us? !