The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"As expected, it's him...Nimeiya Wang Yue!"

Yamamoto Genryusai just glanced at it, then slowly closed his eyes, leaned on crutches with a calm expression, turned around and left slowly.

As for the results...there is no need to look any further.

From the moment the Zero Squadron arrived, it meant that the battle was over.

The God of Swords, Ermeiya Wang Yue.

Reiban Riden, the master of the Phoenix Temple, is also the creator of the Zanpakutō. Since the founding of Soul Society, all the Shinigami's swords so far have been weapons forged by this man's hands.

In a sense, his importance and antiquity are second only to that of the 'Eye Monk', the Military Chief and the First Military Guard.

Now, according to the order of resurrection.

Nikaiya Oue is also the second member of Team Zero who was awakened by the Soul King himself.

Will you lose?

Yamamoto Genryusai didn't bother to think about it, it would be better to say that it didn't make any sense.

The bones of all Team Zero members have been reshaped by the power of the Soul King, and as long as the Soul King still exists, Team Zero will be immortal.

Even if the zombies can really defeat him, it will only be destroyed once. As long as the Spirit King is still alive, he can resurrect the dead again by calling his name.

So, it doesn't make any sense.

Just like Shen Dinghua who symbolizes the Zero Division.

Its flower language is: glory, immortality, immortality, joy, forever!

"Nimeiya...Wang Yue!"

Reed's face was gloomy, and in his blood-red eyes like a ghost, he reflected the man dressed as a hippie. From the depths of his throat that was crawling up and down, he let out a shuddering growl: "He is very powerful, let's all come together!"

Hyperion, who had been arrogant in the past, surprisingly did not refute Reed's proposal. Perhaps even the strongest of them felt a fatal threat.

Hoo ho ho!

Carol's whole body burst into brilliant light, burning like a flame, and the terrifying energy aftermath hit the void, causing ripples.

Dr. Pym controlled the suit, directly shrunk his body, and tried his best to get close to the edge of the atomic realm.

It is impossible to see it with the naked eye, it is smaller than a particle of dust.

The four corpses were extremely vigilant and slowly surrounded the man dressed as a hippie.

Don't blame them for being too cautious.

In fact, the result of this man's first attack was too shocking and strange.

The strongest fighting sword in the Shi'a Empire was actually split in two with just one sword strike. Its powerful defensive power was as if it was made of paper in front of that man.

This scene shocked them deeply.

Although the strength of sword fighting is unstable, most of the time it is very idealistic. The stronger the self-confidence, the stronger the strength, and vice versa.

But even the weakest fighting sword has a defensive power far beyond human imagination. Even nuclear explosions can't do anything to it. Only Hyperion can compete with it.

In its strongest period, sword fighting could even withstand a blow from Galactus head-on.

But no matter how weak you are in sword fighting, you won't be killed by someone's sword!

Or, the opponent is too strong.

Or, that weapon is too weird.

As for which result it is, just give it a try and you will know the answer.

"Hyperion, Carroll, you attack from the front, Pym and I will assist!" Reed finished his brainstorming and immediately issued the tactics.

The moment the tactics were issued, Hyperion's burly body suddenly accelerated to the point of being invisible to the naked eye, breaking through the layers of air barriers surrounding the sonic boom.

Bang bang bang!!!

In the vast open space of the square, it was as if a billowing wave of wind and air had been set off, and a thunderous and harsh explosion suddenly tore through the sky.

Hyperion almost turned into a stream of light, dragging a thousand-meter-long giant wave behind him, like a tsunami that covered the sky and sun, suppressing it towards Ermeiya Wang Yue.

"YO~ Such a big wave of air!"

Ermeiwu Wang Yue raised his left hand, put up a awning on his forehead, and stared at the huge air wave that destroyed the sky and destroyed the earth. There was no trace of panic on his face, and he still said with a smile: "But... my

The knife can even split the sky!"

Take half a step, slowly raise the sheath and bend down.

The tip of the knife pointed towards the sky. After a pause of half a second, it struck out from top to bottom, as casually as chopping melons and vegetables.

Danger!

Hyperion's heart trembled violently, and the hairs on his hair stood on end. An unspeakable terror was like the sickle of death on his neck.

Hyperion's strong fighting instincts, honed from years of wandering on the edge of life and death, made Hyperion subconsciously forcefully twist his body and tilt it to the left, avoiding the front of the blade.

Boom——!

Almost an instant, less than a thousandth of a second!

The moment Hyperion avoided it, a terrifying sword energy erupted, and the incomparably sharp sword energy split the huge air wave right in the middle.

After cutting through the air waves, the power of the sword energy remained unabated, as if it was about to split the entire world.

On the flat ground covered with green bricks, after the sword energy raged, a bottomless ravine was left, extending from the feet of Ermeiya Wang Yue to a place beyond the reach of the eye.

One of Hyperion's arms was cut off directly, but compared to the physical pain, what he cared more about was...the other one!

"The sky...is split open!"

Reed looked up at the sky, and then his pupils shrank to the tips of needles for an instant, shaking violently as if there was an earthquake.

On the blue sky, there is a deep chasm left by the sword energy.

Even, through that terrifying chasm, one can clearly see the chaotic space and chaotic space-time areas outside the world.

One sword, splitting the sky!

Like a scar in the sky, the gap has not dissipated for a long time. Even if you look at it with the naked eye, you can feel the dazzling burning pain.

"Oh, the response is very quick."

Ermeiya Wang Yue tilted his head, put the sheath on his shoulder, grinned with eight white teeth, and said: "Originally, I wanted to kill you with a knife, but I didn't expect that you dodged it."

Hyperion was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and there was fine sweat on his palms. His face looked as ugly as eating flies: "That knife... what on earth is it?"

Combined with the situation of the previous sword fight, even a stupid person should have guessed that there was something wrong with this sword at this moment.

What really split the world was not Nigewu Wangyue, but the seemingly ordinary weapon he held in his hand.

"You mean... Sheofu?"

Ermeiya Wang Yueping held up the sheath while the blade was shaking slightly, as if he could not hold it firmly: "It was supposed to be the most failed sword among all the knives I forged, and it will be forged again soon.

"

A failed work?

Hyperion's eyes flashed with light, he focused on the knife, observed it meticulously, and then took a breath of cold air.

The reason why the knife trembled was not because it was unsteady, but... it was just held flat, and the sharp blade could cut the space, so it showed this scene.

However, what is somewhat puzzling is that there are... fine cracks all over the blade.

If his eyes hadn't been able to distinguish at the particle level, he might not have been able to see the criss-crossing cracks all over the blade.

"Are you kidding?!"

Hyperion looked away, his voice mixed with fear and confusion: "Such a sharp knife is defined as a 'failed work'?"

"Just because...it's so sharp!"

Ermeiya Wang Yue shook his head and said calmly: "No matter how you slash, it will not be damaged. It is extremely sharp and smooth, so much so that it doesn't even have a scabbard. For a knife forger, how can it not be considered a failure?"

Reed, Hyperion, Carroll, Pym: "..."

Is this TM talking about human language? Because it is too sharp, it is the reason for failure!

That is to say, they are not swordsmiths, so they cannot understand what Ermeiya Wang Yue means, and even think that he is a bit... Versailles.

"Conversation time ends here!"

Ermeowa Wang Yue held the scabbard and approached them step by step, showing his white teeth: "It is your honor to die in this sheath!"