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Odin ran away.

Over there, the guards who were waiting at the entrance of the palace were all dead. The corpses lying on the ground, even hanging on the wall, were pushed into the wall by Juli, silently telling those who came after them how fierce their resistance was.

to no avail!

Malekith slowly pushed open the door of the bedroom, his movements were firm and powerful.

What greeted him was a cold sword light.

The sword light has three elements: fast, accurate, and ruthless.

If this is a pure cold weapon duel, then the outcome is already divided, this sword will undoubtedly penetrate Malekith's forehead and pass through his brain.

At this moment, a hand appeared in front of the sword's edge out of thin air. The pale and bloodless hand stretched out unhurriedly, and the **** lightly tapped the silver tip of the sword, and the whole space seemed to be shaken slightly.

Countless black line segments spread out from the contact point between the finger and the sword tip. These black lines are intertwined with each other, constantly shrinking and expanding, like a small black heart.

The sword stabbed the little heart fiercely, and at that moment the heart seemed to become a balloon again. In the small hole pierced by the sword's edge, the black air flow spurted out like a storm formed a scream.

Black engulfs all colors around at this moment!

At the same time, the sharp Divine Sword flew back together with its owner.

The sword, of course, is the divine sword that Odin bestowed upon magic.

It is a pity that it is not the most top-level artifact after all, and it cannot pose a threat to Malekith, the super-powerhouse who fought against the former king of Asgard, Boll.

If it wasn't for the Asgardians taking advantage of the Rainbow Bridge's cross-space raid and taking the ether first, it's hard to say who would win. Without the ether, Malekith was beaten into a dog by Bohr, which is also true.

The top powerhouse will not be shaken by a relatively weak second-generation **** like Sif, not to mention that Sif's current situation is not good. Weak, she doesn't even have 50% of the usual combat power.

Sif was blasted out, breaking several pillars of the bedroom, and finally embedded deeply into the hard wall.

Sif, who was stuck in the wreckage, tried several times to get out of it, but in the end, she couldn't get out of this embarrassing situation.

Malekith raised his head forty-five degrees, looking at the ether holder in front of him indifferently and with a proud attitude, as if overlooking. He clearly noticed Sif's insignificant struggle, and he was already reluctant to do it himself.

The dark elf guards behind him rushed over him, trying to surround the poor creature in his eyes.

A dazzling light shone in the bedroom, and the bodies of the dark elves at the front were immediately torn apart.

An old female voice spread throughout the audience.

"Retreat! Monster!"

"If you **** off now."

"I can still spare your life."

The goddess Frigga made a majestic appearance. She was wearing a long blue dress and carrying a standard-length divine weapon long sword in the most graceful and luxurious dress.

She kicked off the high heels on her feet and walked slowly between Malekith and Sif with her bare feet, blocking Sif firmly.

"Queen of God..." Sif was sad, she couldn't bear to let this kind goddess who had been taking care of her for the past few thousand years stand in front of her. This made Sif feel extremely ashamed, feeling that her efforts in practicing martial arts over the past two thousand years were ruthlessly wiped out at this moment.

Feeling the awe-inspiring aura of non-anger and self-righteousness on Frigga's body, Malekis turned his head sideways, grinned, and even bowed slightly in the mood: "You are..."

"Don't think that I can't lift a sword when I'm old! I'm Frigga, the goddess of Asgard!" Frigga's eyes slammed: "Report your name. I won't kill the unknown under my sword. generation!"

"I am Malekith, the destroyer of Asgard. But my life is very big... old woman." The final title of Malekith's sentence is the greatest contempt for Frigga, not the As a goddess, but as a worthless old woman: "Let me get my things back. I can spare you the life of an old woman."

Malekith has been suppressed for more than 10,000 years. He has seen the turbulent and violent Asgard army in Bol, and he is a little disdainful of the current Asgard.

From the clumsy response of the Asgardians just now, he could see that Asgard was weakened a lot.

This is inevitable.

Even Odin himself must admit that the latest generation of gods such as Thor, Sif, and Heimdall are indeed inferior to the generation of gods of the Aesir tribe. Hela, the only one who can reach the level of a generation of gods, has to seal it.

Such as Tyr, the **** of war, Balder, the **** of light, Hoder, the **** of darkness, and Mimir, the giant of wisdom, all fell into a series of events such as war, civil strife, or failed alliances.

So much so that today's Asa Protoss, the gods are withered, and the strong are insufficient.

When the power pyramid structure of the Protoss was destroyed, the level of the middle and lower levels declined. UU reading www.uukanshu.com After all, there are too many divine arts and god-level martial arts that have been lost.

This is the price of competing for the universe.

Malekith was careless after all.

Any master at this level absolutely needs his full strength.

If it weren't for the warning signs in his heart telling him that if he didn't dodge backwards next, he would definitely die.

Maybe Frigg's sudden attack would kill him.

It was a long, narrow light from bottom to top.

As fast as lightning, facing the blue sword full of divine power, Malekith was so frightened that he almost bit his tongue.

Fortunately, his rich combat experience allowed him to escape this catastrophe.

It's just that the price of being careless this time is a bit heavy, and the hot stinging pain from the right side of his face let him know that his cheek was slashed with a sword.

Frigga's divine power spread out on his right face, causing intense pain scorched by fire.

As soon as the sword light appeared, the continuous second, third, and fourth swords came.

Malekith is an extremely strong man of both magic and martial arts. He obeys his fighting instinct, lets go of his perception, and allows himself to have a beast-like intuition.

Several dodges dodged Frigga's continuous slashing and stabbing attacks.

But one move loses, every move loses.

The opponent took the lead, and Malekith was quite embarrassed.

His heart was full of astonishment. If he was a little disapproved a moment ago, at this moment he already understood that the strength of the old woman opposite him was at least at the peak level of planetary level.

He even guessed that the opponent's strength level must be more than that, at least it used to be more than this level, and it is likely that it has regressed to this level because of old age.

When the other party was at his peak, he was definitely a sub-tian father comparable to his peak state.

Not just the level of strength.

And experience.