The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King!

The jailers of Yama are like living beings walking on the scorching burning earth.

When the huge blade fell at a terrifying speed of hundreds of meters per second, the blade became red and hot due to the violent friction in the atmosphere, carrying a terrifying blade force that was extremely ferocious and violent, as if even the world would be cut open by this blade!

Even though they are thousands of meters apart, everyone can feel the throbbing of their souls.

The rolling violent wind flowing down from the sky is like a waterfall with a height difference of thousands of meters. The majestic gravity squeezes the body crazily, causing a tooth-piercing bone roar. People with weaker constitutions almost

He fainted immediately.

Rumble——!

The blade fell, and the world was shocked!

The boundless sky was torn apart by the blade, revealing a crack that stretched for thousands of miles. The clouds and mist around the sea roared like angry waves, and the roar of wind and thunder resounded throughout Asgard.

The nearly a thousand sharp-edged warships that the dark elves relied on were almost all destroyed by this sword.

Only one main ship, with its energy shield fully activated, barely managed to survive the earth-shattering blow. However, the energy shield had become shattered, and there were many parts where the battleship was hit, blooming with brilliant colors.

Sparks and dazzling lightning.

With just one blow, the dark elves were almost wiped out.

This is the true meaning of one against ten thousand, without any false or exaggerated description.

Under the watchful eyes of the Asgardians and Dark Elves, Lord's sword destroyed not only thousands of battleships, but also Malekith's ambition and arrogance to conquer the nine realms.

At that time, it was officially declared over.

Usually some people praise that the courage of ten thousand against one is better than the force of one against ten thousand.

But it is a pity that in the face of the powerful force of one against ten thousand, how many people can still cheer up and muster the courage to move forward resolutely and courageously towards the road that they know is death?

It's obvious.

There seems to be no such brave people among the dark elf race.

This sword almost frightened Malekith out of his wits. Even in the dark ages of his rule, he had never seen such a terrifying strong man, and his power even far exceeded that of the first generation Asgard God King Bol.

The wreckage of nearly a thousand battleships was wrapped in flames and passed by like a beautiful meteor shower.

However, in Malekith's eyes, this scene was one of unspeakable pain and anger, which meant that after thousands of years of revenge, the opportunity he finally got had slipped away from his hands once again.

Already.

"Damn it!!!"

Malekith's angry roar spread across the sky through the battleship.

Anyone can tell from the almost angry roar that the king of the dark elves is feeling hysterical and crazy in his heart at this moment.

Malekith, who was sitting on the Corrupted Throne, could clearly see the culprit who destroyed his ambition through the light blue display screen of the battleship. The Midgardian was walking towards them leisurely and comfortably as if on an outing.

His calm expression made people feel that everything that just happened was just something he did casually.

Especially the corners of the Midgardian's lips, which seemed to be slightly raised, seemed to be mocking them.

Humiliation! Anger!

The two extreme negative emotions instantly swallowed up Malekith's sanity.

Thinking about him, the majestic king of the dark elves, who once competed with God King Boer for dominance, and even ruled nearly half of the nine kingdoms, his proud heart had never been so humiliated, and he was still so close to crushing him.

The way to press!

"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Malekith, filled with anger, directed the battleship to aim its main guns at the Midgardian.

The center-axis cannon of the Dark Elf main ship has the terrifying power to destroy the continental shelf with one strike. Even when Viking Thor saw the orange-yellow muzzle of the cannon that was charging, his eyelids jumped crazily and he subconsciously wanted to give a warning.

That person.

But before his reminder came out, Malekith pressed the launch button.

Rumble——!!!

An orange-yellow laser beam was like a raging torrent, occupying half of the sky.

The entire sky seemed to be burned by the blazing high temperature, and the main weapon of the interstellar battleship, which had reached the ultimate destructive power, roared and roared wantonly at this moment, releasing a terrifying power that could destroy the world, just like God sprinkling brilliant flames to purify the world.

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A harsh sonic boom resounded through the sky.

One after another, gas rings arranged so compactly that they were almost unrecognizable exploded continuously from the space passed by the laser beam.

The dazzling glare blooms with brilliance comparable to that of the sun. Looking directly at the halo at such a close distance can permanently blind a person in just a few seconds, or even burn the cornea and eyeballs.

Lose.

Viking Sol and others subconsciously closed their eyes and retracted, enduring the heat and pain on their eyelids.

Now they have no way to help, they can only pray silently in their hearts that the Midgardian can predict in advance and avoid the dark elf's fatal blow.

The speed of laser in air is 300,000 meters per second.

This speed has greatly exceeded the nerve reflex speed of most creatures. Even Viking Thor, who has half-stepped into the realm beyond the Heavenly Father, thinks that it is impossible to avoid this situation. The best result is nothing.

He was so seriously injured that he was on the verge of death.

Although the possibility is slim, it does not mean that it does not exist.

At least at this moment, they are more willing to choose to believe in an outcome that can be avoided.

But it's a pity that they don't understand this man.

There is only one choice for him from beginning to end, not whether he can avoid this laser, but how to split it from the front!

Why retreat? Why avoid?

The reason why organisms choose to retreat is because they perceive danger.

So here comes the question...

A towering ancient tree with lush branches and leaves, how could it care about the mayflies trying to shake the tree?

So, there is no need to avoid it.

It's just a laser beam, just smash it, there's no need to dodge it.

"Just in time, you can try the power of that move."

Lord held the pitch-black blade, as if immersed in his own thoughts, and took a step calmly and calmly, as if he didn't see the incoming orange laser beam, let alone the terrifying danger.

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Click click click...

There was a heavy sound after the metal peeled off and hit the ground.

I saw the mighty warrior standing between heaven and earth, wearing black armor and wrapped with black rope, suddenly taking off the heavy armor.

A pair of ferocious horns curved from the head toward the sky.

The dark flames of hell are burning in the eye sockets. There is no skin covering the exposed bones of the cold teeth in the mouth. The face is as terrifying and ferocious as an evil ghost. Under the heavy armor, there is actually a skinny body. Eight

A black hemp rope was tied into a knot, revealing a large dark and bright red hole in front of his chest.

Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King——Broken Armor Rope!!!

Kashiwamura Zuozhen sacrificed his heart and gained tremendous power by taking off his armor. This is a secret technique not passed down by the werewolf clan.

Legend has it that in the Great Black Rope Hell, one of the eight hot hells, the soul will be tied with black rope into eight, sixteen, or thirty-two sections by the jailer depending on the severity of the sins it committed during his lifetime. This is the black rope.

One of the origins of the name of King Tianshu Ming.

The jailers responsible for executing punishments are said to be shaped like burning firewood.

Shaped like firewood, the prisoner of Yama!

The jailer who looked like a dead demon stepped forward with his sword, and the heaven and earth suddenly shook, causing the mountains and rivers to collapse.

The dazzling brilliance of thousands of galaxies suddenly became dim at this moment, and then was replaced by the unparalleled sword light, and the vast and vast billowing force swept across the entire territory of Asgard.

The jailer raised his sword and slashed, causing the sky and the earth to move.

Invincible, fierce, domineering, any adjective cannot describe it at this moment.

The brilliance and momentum of this sword seemed to split open the boundless sky above our heads, the continent under our feet that had stood for thousands of years, and even the eternal stars.