Douluo Zhibo Madara

"This is the second level of assessment, the Ice Soul Dou Arena!" Madara followed the footsteps of the Ice God Envoy and soon followed a road to the back of the palace, where a huge ice building stood. this.

The more Madara looked at the huge building in front of him, the more familiar it seemed, and suddenly he found that it was very similar to the Soto Grand Fighting Spirit he was in before.

"This is a huge arena. You must defeat the gatekeeper here to pass the test!" The Ice God envoy introduced to Madara as he walked.

"Aren't there all Titled Douluo-level monsters inside?" Nine Lamas also interjected from the side.

"No! The function of this arena is that no matter what your cultivation level is before entering, you will all be at the same level after entering! If he enters, he should face a group of soul kings!" The Ice God Envoy was very patient. The answer to the nine lamas' doubts.

"It's just that those so-called soul kings all have the consciousness of Titled Douluo, right?" Snow Emperor also followed over, Bingxue said smartly.

"You're right!" The Ice God envoy glanced at the two soul beasts who were waiting behind to watch the fun, and nodded stiffly.

Looking at the stiff movements, Madara wondered inexplicably whether his body made of ice would be broken due to violent activities.

"Then let me see who is challenging me at the same level?" Madara stood in front of this dilapidated door and slowly opened it, feeling extremely proud in his heart.

The heavy door slowly opened, giving Madara a clear view of the empty scene inside.

Madara fearlessly stepped in step by step, while not forgetting to observe the battle site that obviously had ancient history.

It is also carved from ice and snow, but the yellow sand on the ground in the original fighting arena is replaced by layers of ice cubes mixed with snow powder.

From time to time, a biting cold wind blows by, lifting up a thin layer of snow powder on the ground, making people shiver involuntarily.

A resounding phoenix cry came from the sky of the arena. Madara looked at the huge shadow cast on the ground and couldn't help but raise his head to look at the flying phoenix above.

It was an ice phoenix. Each feather seemed to be made of countless ice and snow. The elegant shape was as perfect as described in myths. A pair of dark blue eyes scattered sharp light, and the whole body exuded an elegant and noble aura. , as if coming out of a fairy tale.

The ice phoenix landed and set off gusts of wind, mixed with countless broken ice and snow, blowing out and forming a small storm.But as soon as he opened his mouth, the perfect image was completely destroyed in an instant, which was even more shocking.

Arrogant shouting mixed with rebelliousness, as if he didn't care about the small figure in front of him, and laughed unscrupulously: "Hahaha! It seems that another unlucky guy who doesn't know how to live or die has come to ask me to send him to hell!"

"Are you a gatekeeper?" Madara asked with a calm face, standing in the cold wind stirred up by the ice phoenix, like a straight green pine that was not affected at all.

Ice Phoenix looked at the calm human in front of him jokingly, lowered his head slightly and said with a pity expression: "That's right! I am the gatekeeper here! As for the dead man, there is no need to know his name!"

Madara just looked at the ice phoenix in front of him with his teeth and claws open and expressionless. He felt inexplicably similar to the Kurama who had never met Senju Hashirama and himself in the ninja world before.

In short, it’s just a lack of money!

It just so happened that Madara was able to satisfy his small request!

Madara patted the snowflakes that had just been thrown on his body and said seriously: "Oh! Then I also have something to tell you. I am best at repairing arrogant beasts like you!"

As soon as Madara finished speaking, the ice phoenix became furious. Before it could take action, Madara had already struck first.

Dozens of shurikens turned into clusters of flowing light, like flying elves crossing graceful traces, shooting at the ice phoenix from all directions at tricky angles.

"Little trick!" Ice Phoenix sneered and waved its wings nonchalantly, setting off waves of extremely cold storms and blowing them away towards the ninja tool presented to them.

The ninja tools that flew out of the air were frozen into ice lumps and fell from the air before they were halfway out.

Seeing such a scene, Madara felt a little more energetic and thought to himself: "Is it also the ultimate ice?"

There were also many ninja tools that were caught in the extremely cold storm before they fell to the ground and shot towards their masters instead.

Madara retreated continuously, followed by ice spears one after another, and they couldn't wait to be nailed to the ground the moment Madara left the place.

"Little mouse! Keep running!" Ice Phoenix shouted viciously after seeing Madara escape unharmed.

"You haven't even touched a hair on my head, what are you so proud of?" Madara said sarcastically without any confusion, "I can defeat you even without using a soul skill!"

Ice Phoenix didn't say any more, with a cold look in his eyes. He raised one claw slightly and then stepped hard on the ground. Large cracks began to appear on the entire snowy ground, heading towards Madara's direction.

The crushed ice that was originally the size of a millstone on the ground was blown away, forming an unavoidable rain curtain with some small pieces of crushed ice, sweeping towards Madara ahead.

Madara was also slightly surprised that the Ice Phoenix's casual attack was so powerful, and secretly sighed that he was worthy of being the Ice God's darling.

Madara knew that the opponent's cultivation level was also around that of the Five Ring Soul King, so he didn't have the slightest worry in his heart.Because Madara has this confidence, he is definitely the strongest among his peers.

Just when the Nine Lamas who were watching the battle thought that Madara would either quickly fly away to avoid the attack, or also use attack to attack to resist, Madara made a reaction that surprised everyone.

All I could see was that Madara neither activated his soul ring to counterattack nor dodge backwards, but he was running towards the frenzy of broken ice that started in front of him as if he was risking his own death.

Madara's Sharingan has been opened, and the broken ice that was originally as fast as lightning has become extremely slow in his eyes, and he can even see clear tracks.

That's enough!

At this moment, Madara seemed to have transformed into a light butterfly, moving gracefully and flexibly through the violent storm. Every time, he clearly and clearly avoided the attack of ice cubes, vividly expressing the phrase "dancing on the tip of a knife".

"What an amazing reflex!" Even Hyokui, who was prejudiced against humans, had to admit Madara's terrifying reflexes.

When Madara passed through the broken ice barrier unscathed, Ice Phoenix's face was filled with disbelief. He never thought that someone could easily come to it from the hail of bullets simply by relying on speed and reaction.

"You've finished fighting, is it my turn now?" Madara's voice, which was dozens of times colder than his, sounded from Ice Phoenix's ears.