Chapter 233 I Know Exactly How Far I Can Do It, and I Know More About the Limit

"Your satisfaction means nothing to me." Ishida replied coldly, drawing the bow with his left hand to lead the arrow, another spiritual arrow shot at Hongjiang's chest.

"Yeah?"

Unexpectedly, Hong Jiang greeted the arrow with a punch. Ishida never thought that there was such a person who could shatter his arrows with just the most ordinary fist without spiritual power fluctuations.

The smile disappeared from Hongjiang's face for the first time, and Ishida wanted to draw the bow again but found it difficult to do so. A hand that fell on the piano like an elf, but at this moment was tightly huddled and landed on him.

It was as if a bomb had been detonated in his stomach, and the impact burned his internal organs, and there was a creaking sound in his ears, as if his bones were also crying together with him.

Hong Jiang still had the same expressionless face, without anger, sympathy, or joy. The painful cries in his ears seemed to be the weakest wind to him, and he had long been accustomed to it.

Before Shi Tian even fell down, he was kicked in the chest and flew backwards. The wall behind him was as brittle as a layer of glass, and he did not know how many times he smashed it into pieces.

The gravel fell to the ground, yellow smoke filled the air, and a black shadow gradually became clear, like a giant eagle with spread wings catching its prey on the ground.

Ishida tried his best to put an arrow of spiritual power on the string, but before he, the hunter, could make a move, the claws of the giant eagle in the air cut through the dust, and pinched the arrow feathers that had just left the string into countless pieces. Flying dots of light.

As soon as the neckline was tightened, Ishida felt dizzy, and when the world returned to calm again, he was caught in mid-air. The only feeling in his body was pain, and his limbs hung down limply, like a dilapidated piece of clothing hung on a hanger. trench coat.

Words like barbaric and rude can't be associated with the man who is acting as a hanger at the moment. There is no sneak attack as imagined, and there is no ruthlessness that was expected before. He can completely smash everything from the front. He never thought of Die Tsuka Honge would have such a fighting style.

"If what you said about the dignity of the Quincy is unreasonable arrogance, then it is a joke. I am stronger than you, either admit my weakness, or prove to me that your dignity is useful, otherwise, Your assurances are only a deception to the weak, and let them squander their chances of survival."

"Tell me, kid." Hong Jiang stared into Ishida's eyes and asked word by word: "Do you have the dignity to guarantee it?"

"Heh, heh, I don't, need, to prove to you..."

Ishida replied intermittently. Hearing his indistinct voice, Hongjiang shook his head, threw a shoulder throw, and smashed the opponent to the ground, "I'm not very satisfied, this is more powerful than your dignity. More."

He couldn't even refute, no, if he could restrain himself and keep the blood from gushing out of his throat, Ishida didn't even want to make a sound.

"I'm most annoyed by you Quincy masters who talk about glory and dignity all day long. You can't do anything, but you always label yourself as a noble party. You say you hate the god of death the most, but you still come to save a god of death. Yes. By the way, that orange-haired kid is also a god of death, so you are vacillating even in hatred, aren't you?"

"Yi, Ichigo and Rukia are different from you gods of death."

"What's different, it's as if you know me very well, kid." Hong Jiang squatted down, grabbed Ishida's hair and lifted it up roughly, "Lie down here and point, I don't understand what you're talking about. Heavenly Puppet, you can still stand up, don’t think about simply dying, I will smash your delusions with one punch, one punch at a time, until you change your mouth and admit that you are unbearable.”

"Even if you don't dare to stand up, I will take you with you and let you see your companions fall one by one, begging for mercy in pain. Let's start with that orange-haired kid named Ichigo."

He said that and he would definitely do it. At this moment, Ishida finally understood Yumi's words. It would not be strange for this man to do any strange things. It doesn't matter if he wants to kill or cut, but the other two are related, and he doesn't tend to in any kind,

Is it just to subdue yourself? I couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all.

If you insist on describing it, is this a person who takes pleasure in destroying all good things? No, judging from Hongjiang's expression, Ishida doesn't think the other party is taking pleasure in this matter, maybe it's just that he wants to try what it feels like at this moment?

One ridiculous person, one uncorrectable mistake, it's all too bad...

It was really too bad, Ichigo was panting heavily, but this subconscious action of replenishing air did not make the situation better, instead his body felt heavier.

"Although any attack will become stronger and stronger, theoretically there is a limit to the number of times."

This is what Urahara said. According to Ichigo’s observations, Renji’s Sheweimaru does meet this conclusion. When it is stretched, it can attack twice. After three times, it will definitely return to its original appearance. , This is also the time when he will definitely show his flaws.

This has always been the case before, but when he seized this opening and was about to launch an attack, Renji did not take back the Sheweiwan, but instead gave him a sharp knife. If he didn't find something wrong, even if he dodged from the side, his intestines would probably be crushed. Scrape it.

"You are very good at observing, but you haven't observed carefully enough. Why did Sheweiwan attack suddenly? There is only one reason..." Renji said, and the Sheweiwan in his hand was like a long whip full of sharp thorns again. To Ichigo not far away, "That's because I made it only attack three times on purpose!"

In theory, any attack has a limit on the number of times, but first of all, we must understand that it comes from itself? Or external objective factors.

For example, a revolver can only shoot six bullets at a time, but if you can only accurately shoot three bullets due to the recoil, then the limit you can attack is three times.

First let your body support you enough to swing the knife in your hand, and then think about whether the knife is sharp and worthy of you.

Although Mr. Diezuka is strict, his teachings have benefited people throughout his life. It is also because of these teachings that Renji has never given up on polishing himself.

At the beginning, he could only simply extend and retract the Shewei Wan, which was equivalent to two attacks. Afterwards, after continuous training, he was able to support Shewei Wan to attack more and more times in the extended state, and now there are about fifteen times.

This has not yet reached the limit that Sheweiwan can reach.

At the same time, he also found that when it exceeds a certain range, the Shewei pill in the extended state will become his own weakness. At this time, choosing to retract it can make him respond faster.

I have been working hard, and I know exactly how far I can do it, but...

I also know...

Where is the limit of what I can do, Chozuka-sensei.