what happened!?
At that moment, Akaza's brain had not yet understood what was happening, but when his torn head fell, what was reflected in his eyes was his body being torn into pieces by the sudden flash of a knife!
The Nichirin Sword in Rengoku Kyojuro's hand was like a gust of wind wrapped in flames. It cut through Akaza's body at a speed so fast that only the shadow could be seen. The gust of wind it brought up almost crushed all the obstacles in front of it!
It's hard to understand, this is definitely not a power that Rengoku Kyojuro can use.
The scene before his eyes was too horrifying. Rengoku Kyojuro, who was suppressed in the previous second, seemed to have his little universe exploded at this moment. He stabbed Akaza's body into pieces with thirteen strikes in one second.
"How is that possible!"
Akaza knew very well that Rengoku Kyojuro was in no condition to use such a speed, nor was it possible to cut him off so easily.
And in ten seconds, Rengoku Kyojuro, who had swung the sword a total of 130 times, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly lowered the pair of arms that were originally pushing straight out.
A hint of pain flashed across the originally expressionless face. The next moment, pink cracks gradually spread from the connection between the arm and shoulder, and then crimson blood mist burst out from these cracks, lingering around Rengoku Kyojuro in the form of blood mist.
Although he held the hilt of the knife tightly, what was drained away as the cracks appeared was not only his blood, but also his strength.
Clang!
The Nichirin Sword hit the ground with a crisp sound, and Rengoku Kyojuro himself also knelt on the ground. Although his lips were tightly pursed, the blood overflowing from his mouth still showed that the current situation was not good.
Although Akaza had been cut into a pool of minced meat, the remaining half of his eyeball still had a pupil, which was able to capture the scene in front of him. Rengoku Kyojuro was shaking uncontrollably, like a sieve.
Only Rengoku Kyojuro himself understood that just now, he stuffed the BUFF in his pocket, which Suwey called "only useable once for you", into his body, and this BUFF, obviously exceeded the limit he could bear now.
This BUFF is different from similar BUFFs. It allows the user's body to break through the limits and reach heights never reached before. The attack speed achieved by strengthening the body will naturally require the user's body to meet the standards.
Currently, the only one in this world who can withstand the reaction force is Muzan Kibutsuji. Everyone else, even someone like Akaza who has extremely strong regenerative abilities, will temporarily lose their combat capability due to the negative effects of this force.
This type of wound is difficult to regenerate because it is a rupture caused by pushing the body to its limits. Even Akaza's rapid regeneration ability cannot clear the critical value that the body has reached.
Even if it were, it could only heal the current injuries on the body at one time. It had no way to deal with the injuries that kept coming because the body was about to collapse, unless it used those more precious BUFFs.
Now, in order to successfully delay Akaza's escape, Rengoku Kyojuro chose to use this trump card, because he had no other choice.
But he also understood that Akaza no longer had the weakness on his neck, and apart from the Taiyang, he had no other way to kill Akaza.
However, the same is true for Akaza. Although he has a strong regenerative ability as a demon, when he was cut into pieces, he also realized his limit. That is, in his current state, it will take a long time for him to recover to the point where he can fight.
"Ahem!"
Just as the battlefield was gradually becoming quiet, a violent coughing sound suddenly came from a dusty corner.
Akaza, who had regenerated his head and neck, looked in the direction of the voice and saw Rengoku Kyojuro slowly standing up from the ground. He supported one arm on his knee and pressed the other arm on the ground. His five straight fingers were tightly clasped around the handle of the knife, holding it and the wood chips in his palm.