Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

"I'm not a gentleman, woman!" Suddenly, Nnoitra's blade was close at hand.

Although Harribel was reminiscing, she was not completely undefended. What she wanted to see was what Nnoitra would do.

In general, finding her a little distracted and then decisively attacking her could not be called aboveboard, and the unnecessary reminder at the end was really a bit of a self-comfort.

He probably didn't want to rely solely on sneak attacks to defeat a woman he despised the most. He was really deceiving her.

Harribel snorted coldly, picked up the short knife and swept away the two sickles in front of him. But the danger did not end there. At this moment, Nnoitra, who had six hands and six scythes, was closing his remaining four hands quickly, as if he was about to hug Harribel into his arms.

How could Harribel dare to let those four scythes hold her? While sweeping away the blade, he touched the ground with his feet and turned over backwards.

Nnoitra chased after him with a knife, and the eight scythes were swung by him like a net of knives. Harribel swiped left and right, attacking while retreating. Although he was at a disadvantage and looked a little embarrassed, he was not in danger. What harm.

"You're really quite capable, yet you haven't taken the initiative yet."

Neutra slashed with two knives at the same time, and Harribel raised his sword to block it. Unexpectedly, one of the opponent's hands suddenly turned, and the two sickles crossed Harribel's empty blade like a pair of pliers. Hold it firmly!

Harribel suddenly felt bad. Nnoitra was quite unforgiving at this moment. The remaining four hands were slashing from top to bottom and left and right. If the opponent did not abandon the knife and run away, this blow would be enough to kill the opponent. Wear a cross!

Harribel subconsciously wanted to break free from his opponent's control. However, although the opponent had six hands, each hand was stronger than before, so it was not so easy to break free.

If brute strength fails, then you have to use some cleverness. Facing the enemy's sword, Harribel did not retreat but advanced. The held short sword also followed the opponent's blade and slid towards one of Neutra's arms.

The broad double-edged sickle left a wound on Harribel's wrist, and the blood was like a scattered dandelion. It turned into little drops of blood and disappeared as soon as it left the body.

Has she given up, or is she thinking of simply breaking off an arm? No, although Nnoitra was arrogant, he was by no means stupid. Almost the moment Harribel moved forward, he roughly understood what she meant.

This is not about cutting off one's own arm, but cutting off one of his arms!

Yes, Harribel’s weird hollow dagger, the outer and inner rings are both blades! It was hard to believe that a blade with such a murderous aura could actually be her sword.

Nnoitra reacted quickly, and her movements were even more clean. The pain in her arm did not affect her at all. The inner circle of the blade accurately found Nnoitra's nearest joint - the wrist. The blade flashed, and a black The scythe flew out in a spin, with the handle still attached to the hand that had been holding tightly. With just one cut, one of Nnoitra's hands was cut off!

"Give you the last chance to stop that Arrancar just now, otherwise I can chop off your hands one by one and then kill you!"

Hribel threatened. The six arms behind the opponent's sword were not strong or weak. Once the close attack came like a wave, even the route of the attack was uncertain, and it was indeed extremely difficult to parry.

But this characteristic of returning to the sword is too obvious. The six arms strengthen Nnoitra's combat power, but as long as he has enough strength to cut them off one by one, the opponent will not be afraid at all.

It just so happens that Harribel has such strength!

"The last chance is really arrogant..." Nnoitra stuck out his tongue and rolled it slowly, as if he wanted to eat Harribel who was not far away.

I saw him walking up to the abandoned scythe and forcefully opening the hand on it. A golden light flashed on his bare wrist, and a hand that was the same as before suddenly grew out, as if to show off. Yes, you can swing the sickle twice after grabbing it.

"My return blade is very simple. The hardness of the steel skin is increased, and at the same time, the recovery power is also greatly improved." Neutra said with a smile: "Even if you cut off six of my arms at the same time, I can recover instantly!"

"So, woman, I didn't seem to hear what you just said~"

Nnoitra mocked Harribel wantonly, but at the same time he did not forget to remind him with "kindness", "I don't know how many imps Daisler has killed now, maybe he has killed them all.\

,""Hey Hey."

Harribel frowned. The super-fast recovery speed was really troublesome. This showed that his desire to force peace by restricting the opponent's fighting ability might be in vain.

The situation on the other side is not optimistic. Although the guy named Daisler is not strong, two of the original team have completely lost their fighting power. The remaining Silver City is half dead, leaving Yukio Island, Hribel is not I think he is a reassuring man.

But even Asido was sent out. Helibel knew very well that in a short period of time, his side would have no more reinforcements.

To save those four humans, she had to rely on herself. To make Nnoitra lose the ability to fight in an instant without giving the opponent a chance to recover would be equivalent to killing the opponent.

Thinking of this, Harribel finally made a decision. The short knife in her hand struck the ground hard. It was obviously a desert, but suddenly water waves surged out and rolled up, wrapping her up like a pearl oyster.

"Oh? Are you finally getting serious?" Neutra seemed very interested, and even waited for the other party to finish the killing in a gentlemanly manner.

The water that enveloped Harribel finally slowly parted. At this time, she had a pair of white boots on her feet, and her lower body was wearing a battle skirt similar to that of an Amazon warrior.

The upper end of the war skirt is connected with a bone rope that looks like a spine, extending to the armor of his upper body. The original hollow short sword in his right hand has changed its appearance, turning into a white giant sword with a handle like a flying fish. There are three lines on the sword body, just like Like the terrifying gill marks of a shark.

At this moment, Harribel's whole body is exuding oppressive spiritual pressure, giving people the feeling of facing a huge waterfall, continuously and continuously oppressing your nerves.

She raised her right hand, the sword pointed directly at Nnoitra, and something light blue like mist overflowed from the three cheek lines on the sword.

Nnoitra was ready, and the water mist on the sword suddenly condensed, turning into three arrow-shaped spiritual powers, which suddenly shot over like cannonballs. However, Nnoitra did not escape even one of them, and was hit by three arrows. He fired arrows from the spirit pressure and defeated them steadily.

And at this moment, Harribel opened and closed his teeth, as if he was making a declaration of battle.

"Conquer him, Queen Shark!"