Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

Kendo · Huangquan!

Of course, this Yellow Spring is not that Yellow Spring.

Once wielded the sword, it was to kill; now, the sword is used to protect life.

When the blood-colored blade was raised, Mao Zhihua stepped on the sole of his foot hard, and the whole person was like a glimpse of the aurora. On the ruins intertwined with the black mist and the sea of ​​blood, a barely visible blood-colored shimmer like a thread of fate was pulled out.

The boundless sword qi, like the momentum of the mountains collapsing, slammed into the galaxy.

This sword embodies all her beliefs.

There are no superfluous moves, just the simplest, simplest, and most basic slashing, and there is no subtlety at all.

But with such a simple action, under the blessing of his lifelong belief in killing and grinding, Reiatsu, soul, killing intent, and sword skills were perfectly integrated, and an unprecedented, extremely brilliant sword erupted.

That incomparably strong killing intent, like a deafening roar, echoed in the sky above the ruins.

"kill!!!"

Brutal!

overbearing!

Cool!

Just like a moth to a fire, he will burn everything down and swear to achieve his goal!

In a trance, the dark man stepped back half a step, and intuitively the sky was split.

But soon, a touch of shame appeared on his face. The incarnation of the dignified three-pillar **** was actually scared half a step back by humans. What kind of shame is this?

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

When the sea of ​​blood was churning, the person who bore the brunt of the darkness spoke indifferently.

I saw dozens of black tentacles covered with weird patterns and sticky liquid, suddenly drilled out from his trouser legs and cuffs, tore the human skin off, revealing a crazy and indescribable appearance.

The appearance of that form is distorted and crazy, completely beyond the scope of biological cognition!

"Dark Magic Soul Corruption!"

The man of darkness, who had completely turned into a monster, released a black mist that was even larger than before, and the viscous flow gathered and formed, like a wave and tsunami, hitting the sea-like sword light.

Chong——!

It was less than a thousandth of an instant, and the sword light rolled up in a sea of ​​blood and crashed.

However, unexpectedly, when the two collided, there was no sound of collision, only faint ripples spread out, from near to far in the form of concentric circles.

But the next second, the violent mutation was caught off guard.

Almost in an instant, the invisible ripples spread to the entire area of ​​the god's head.

Anything that comes in contact with the ripples is crushed to the extreme, be it hard metal or decaying buildings.

Boom! ! !

A moment later, a huge sound wave could not stop reverberating on the ruins.

Under the slaughter of the blood-colored sword light, the destructive power of the vertical and horizontal smashed the ruins layer by layer, like an unstoppable heavy-duty road roller, breaking down and dissipating anything that dared to block the front into the basic spirit.

But the long thick black fog showed amazing tenacity.

It is like a group of living creatures, even the extremely powerful blood-colored sword light can gnaw, and push the sword light forward little by little.

"You...you can't beat me."

In the thick, viscous black mist, an extremely indifferent voice came out.

Immediately afterwards, in the black mist, hundreds of sticky tentacles suddenly emerged, and if thousands of vertical lights penetrated the sea of ​​swords, they were defeated.

boom!

In the collapsed sea of ​​blood-colored swords, the figure of a woman was revealed.

"I know I can't beat you."

Mao Zhihua took a light step, like a flying butterfly, dodging the tentacles gracefully: "From the beginning, I didn't plan to win you."

The blood-colored sword edge swam away, pulling out blood-colored silk threads, accompanied by the graceful figure of the woman, like a deadly dance, stepping on the boundary between life and death, dancing in the black mist and tentacles.

Tentacles were cut off one by one, and then more tentacles grew again.

Gradually, the tentacles became more and more, as if the boundless ocean trapped the flying blood-colored butterfly in the center.

"I know... I'm weak."

"I know I can't help him."

"I know I can't beat you."

"But... so what?"

The black death tyrant attire hung like a thread, and a long black hair floated down, and the eight thousand flowers of the flower were like electricity, ignoring the invading tentacles and rushing straight to the center of the black mist.

"madness......"

In the dark mist, he spit out a sarcastic smile.

As He said, rushing into the black mist from the front is a foolish choice.

With the corrosion rate of this black fog, even Edman alloy can be swallowed, not to mention a mere flesh and blood body, I am afraid that the flower of Mao will be turned into a pile of bones before it can rush to him.

Stupid?

Maybe it is.

But it was the only way she, now, could stall for time.

laugh--!

The moment he broke into the thick black fog, it was like falling into a pool of concentrated acid.

In almost less than a second, the eight thousand streams of the flower of the 卯zhihua were corroded completely, and the skin festered and melted, leaving only the bright red flesh and blood, and the whole person became unrecognizable, like a terrifying ghost.

Soon, after the flesh and blood were corroded, Bai Sensen's bones were exposed.

Almost 80% of the body has turned into a skeleton with white bones. It is hard to imagine that just a few seconds ago, this was still a beautiful beauty.

But even so, she did not stop moving forward.

It's like a moth that knows it will be shattered, but still pounces on the flames.

"court death......"

The dark man sneered, standing in the center of the black fog, looking at the figure with contempt.

"Everything!!!"

Sen Leng's hoarse voice, like a thunderstorm, spit out from the skull's mouth.

The blood-colored ocean that had long disappeared spewed out again, covering the body of the white skeleton, like the last layer of defense, forcibly under the corrosion of the black mist, allowing the slow growth of flesh and blood to recover.

"Do you want to use the recovery of the blood sea to support the corrosion of the black mist?"

The man of darkness sneered and said, "But can you really hold on to the moment you come to me?"

This idea is too naive.

Not to mention the recovery speed of the sea of ​​​​blood, whether it can catch up with the corrosion speed of the black mist, just the pain of being corroded and restored is not something normal people can bear.

And as the distance gets closer, the speed of black mist corrosion is not an order of magnitude.

"Alright, I'm standing here and won't move half a step."

The man of darkness has his pride, and his eyes are cold: "I would like to see if ~www.NovelMTL.com~ mortal swords can touch me."

But in the next second, He was slapped in the face.

I saw that the speed of the Eight Thousand Streams of Uzhihua suddenly increased, forcibly ignoring the corrosion of the black mist, and rushed in front of him.

When he looked up, what caught his eye was the flower of Mao Zhi who had turned into a bone.

Its figure is like a blood-colored rainbow, like cutting through thorns and thorns, piercing through the thick black mist, turning into a ferocious ghost and rushing to kill!

Suddenly, a cold light bloomed, and the blood was monstrous.

It was weak at the beginning, but it was like a tidal wave, and in less than an instant, the entire head of the **** was already stuffed.

With an extremely ferocious and terrifying trend, everything was submerged.

"Now....."

"My sword can touch you!"