Chapter 446: Sea Waterfall Buries the Holy Insect

"Is this our helplessness?" Harribel sighed in his heart, looking at Nnoitra who stood up again, and said without mercy: "You should know that you have no chance of winning."

"I'll explain it for the last time. I can not kill you, you immediately stop the action of that hollow."

"It's really annoying."

"This is not a sensory problem, but a fact. Give up, Nnoitra."

Herribel's words are undoubtedly an ultimatum. Although the words are arrogant, as she said, Nnoitra can't win, and can't even survive in her hands. This is the fact!

"Hahaha, give up? Okay!" Nnoitra said with a smile.

Although Harribel didn't expect it, his face was still happy. It would be the best thing to solve the other party as peacefully as possible.

Unexpectedly, Nnoitra suddenly changed the subject, "Okay, as long as you kill me, I will make him stop!"

The golden light ball condensed on the tip of his tongue, and the virtual flash belonging to Wang Xu quickly took shape and shot towards Harribel.

"Didn't you know this long ago, stupid woman!"

Hellibel finally gave up the last bit of fantasy, and his face, which had been a little happy just now, was now as cold as ice.

The giant sword was horizontal, and the same golden spiritual pressure was like lightning wrapped around the sword body, and finally condensed at the tip of the sword. The same golden spiritual pressure was shot out. Because the opponent attacked first, there was not enough time to condense. The two virtual flashes that looked almost identical only blasted out a storm, canceling each other out and neither of them got any advantage.

"I admit your strength, but you haven't killed me all the time. You are really a stupid woman!" Noitra didn't seem to realize what would happen after angering Helibel, "But don't think I'm the kind of waste who would beg for mercy, especially from a woman!"

"Kill me if you want to save those little ghosts!" Noitra said, and licked the sickle with his tongue, "But don't kill them too slowly. Those little ghosts probably won't last long in Desler's hands."

If there were others, they would think that Noitra was crazy. Who would ask their enemies to kill themselves as soon as possible?

But only those who are familiar with him know that this is Nnoitra. Even if he knows that he is not the opponent of the enemy, he still hopes to be defeated by the enemy in the strongest state, so that he can die without regrets!

No, this is not death without regrets. This kind of death is what Nnoitra has been pursuing. If someone can really kill him with a crushing force, he will be more than happy. If it is not a woman, it will be even better.

It is also for this reason that he hates Nel and Abraham. Those two guys, including the woman in front of him, are all hypocritical.

Since it is a battle, there must be a winner. Since there is a winner, isn’t it the right thing for the winner to live and the loser to die?

But someone just wants to violate the most reasonable rules of this Hueco Mundo. Nnoitra dreams of defeating Abraham and Nel, and then telling them what the correct battle should be like!

But it’s not bad now. It’s not bad to die in a grand manner. Nnoitra put on a serious look, and he looked like he was looking forward to the next battle.

Harribel's aura seemed to have changed, his cold face seemed to be about to solidify, he stood there with his sword pointed at him, but the air around him seemed to be about to boil.

"Maybe, you are right. I must kill to save more people." Harribel's eyes were like torches, and there was only the shadow of Nnoitra in his field of vision: "Kill you as soon as possible!"

She moved, faster than ever before!

Even with Nnoitra's strength that was at least comparable to the first six Espada, he could only see a shadow in a hurry, and his body could only subconsciously raise all six arms and put them in front of him to protect himself!

Ping! It is difficult to determine whether Harribel was slashed by the six sickles, or the six sickles just caught up and protected their owners.

The huge momentum made Nnoitra's waist bend back sharply, but he was unwilling to retreat, and he gritted his teeth and had a tendency to push back.

But since Harribel had made up his mind, how could he wrestle with him in this meaningless wrestling?

With a flick of her wrist, the giant sword that was originally slashing down actually turned over and slashed upwards.

At the same time, the shark gills on the sword once again gushed out a stream of clear water, and the hot steam almost instantly enveloped the two of them.

"Scorching Sea Stream!"

As the name suggests, the scorching sea stream gushed out from the giant sword, and as the sword tip lifted up, it suddenly lifted Nnoitra into the air. This sea stream was not only as hot as magma, but also had a terrifying impact. Nnoitra held it tightly with six hands, as if blocking a flying mountain, and could not move forward at all!

As soon as the move fell, Heribel's sword turned over and changed sides, and there was another sea stream flowing out from the gills, but this time there was no scorching steam before.

"War Shizuku!"

The water stream with the same huge impact was like a cannonball, bombarding various parts of Nnoitra's body!

Cold! Too cold! It was still water, but Nnoitra just felt cold. His arms that tried to swing his sickles seemed to be rusted. If you look closely, even his six sickles have one or two thin cracks.

"Scorching Sea Stream!"

It was the water stream that was hotter than magma again. This time, Nnoitra even felt a little weak. The water stream that he could barely resist before really tossed him around this time.

He finally understood what Harribel was going to do, extreme heat and extreme cold. Perhaps, the water flow from the second move was not particularly cold, but with the foreshadowing, his proud steel skin was becoming fragile little by little.

"War Shizuku!"

Sure enough, Nnoitra felt that his skin was cracking little by little, but in fact, he had not received any serious injuries. Although the powerful self-healing ability filled some cracks in time, the overall fragility of the steel skin was irreversible.

Only in this way can I not give myself a chance to recover and kill me cleanly with one move, right?

Harribel certainly didn't know what Nnoitra was thinking, but she thought that making the steel skin fragile by alternating hot and cold at extremely fast speeds was the best way to deal with the opponent's rapid healing ability.

Of course, who knows if this is not the last chance for the opponent?

After alternating several times like this, Harribel was sure that he could kill the enemy with one move, and Nnoitra seemed to have lost consciousness and had not made any sound for a long time.

Of course, he couldn't lose consciousness. He just expressed an attitude. Don't think I'll give in again. Kill me. I won't accept the second result!

Heribel understood all this, raised his giant sword and jumped high to Nnoitra. At this moment, the opponent was covered with cracks all over his body. Although he was healing quickly, he looked really embarrassed.

Even after seeing Heribel, this guy swung his sword desperately, but his arm broke by itself. It's a pity to imagine how fragile he was at this time.

"I'm sorry..." Heribel slowly closed his eyes, and a long wave surged from the sword. Following the trajectory of its swing, it completely wrapped Nnoitra.

The terrifying flow rate and huge impact of the waves, although they didn't touch anything else, made people hear the sound of a waterfall falling from ten thousand meters above hitting the rocks. Rumbling, just this sound made people feel a stone on their hearts!

This is Heribel's most confident move-breaking waterfall!

Just like a waterfall that could cut off the sky and earth, it instantly turned the already fragile Nnoitra into powder. The constant roar might be Harribel's final apology.

But Nnoitra's voice seemed to be faintly in the air, "Stinky woman..."

Perhaps this guy couldn't accept the fact that a woman was stronger than him until he died, but...

"Thank you..."

Being able to give him such a quick death, he must have no regrets.