Douluo Zhibo Madara

"It's just gravel, not half as good as me!" Madara was like a god, indifferent to this ant-like life, and said in a solemn tone.

In just this moment, other soul masters had gathered their courage to surround him, but when they saw the killing god slowly turning around, they subconsciously stepped back to clear an open space.

"He's only one person! Let's all come together!" Someone else began to deceive everyone without giving up.

Originally, those soul masters who were frightened out of their wits by Ban started to get ready to take action again after hearing such words. After all, there was only one enemy, right?

The person who dies may not be himself. If there is a chance to kill or capture Madara alive and force out the secret of becoming so powerful from his mouth, wouldn't that be true?

Thinking of this, some of the lively people's hearts became hot again, and the original fear in their eyes disappeared little by little, slowly turning into greed.

Finally, one person couldn't help but tentatively threw a soul skill at Madara. It was like a powder keg was ignited, and all the soul masters with new evil thoughts began to take action again.

"Kill him! Steal his secret to becoming stronger!"

A stern and restrained shout came from the crowd, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar.

"Kill!" The dense crowd of people on the snow were like ants of different sizes, all rushing towards Madara regardless of their own safety.

Madara stood on a hill made of corpses, looking at the crowd of people swarming towards him like ants, looking down at them with his head held high, like a god who ignored the world.

"An ant can be trampled to death with one foot. Since a group of ants cannot be trampled to death with one foot, then just step on it a few more times!" Madara said this in a solemn tone, his eyes seemed to be gleaming with blood, and he did not hesitate like a tiger. He rushed downhill toward the crowd below.

Madara's feet moved slowly and nimbly through the hail of bullets, but none of them could scratch the corner of his clothes.

Madara's ghost-like figure appeared in the crowd like a flash, and he had already gained a life with one slash of his sword.

Under the horrified gazes of the surrounding soul masters, Madara kept waving the sickle and fan in his hand, turning the surrounding area into a realm of flesh and blood. All enemies within three steps of him were reduced to limbs and arms.

At this moment, a strong man with a strong stature was holding a big knife and slashed hard at Ban's neck with both hands.

But caught by Madara's sensitive perception, he just stepped back slightly to avoid the brutal blow, then raised his foot and kicked the man's calf in the face.

Click!

The man's face was sweating in pain, and his ferocious expression was distorted by the severe pain in his legs. However, the knife in his hand could not be splashed by water, and he was obviously aware of his crisis.

Unfortunately, everything is just a useless struggle!

Madara's scythe was not afraid of confronting him head-on. With a bang, Madara's terrifying power made the sword-wielding man's sword fly away from his hand.

Ignoring the horror in his heart, the reckless man quickly rolled around in an attempt to avoid Madara's and the Death Pants-like scythes that followed, but his speed was obviously too slow.

Stab it!

A trace of blood spilled on the ground. As the five-ringed soul king, the reckless man widened his eyes unwillingly. Until his death, he never thought that he could be killed so easily among people of the same level. However, the passing of his life force could only make him powerless. fell to the ground.

"Haha! If you can force me to use my soul skills, what if I spare your lives?" Madara laughed wildly like this, like an evil ghost crawling up from hell, greedily tearing apart the beauty of the world.

A silent sharp arrow silently drew a beautiful stream of light in the air, like a silent killer in the dark night brutally killing his target.

Madara felt a slight tingling sensation on his temple, and without even turning his head, he reached out and grabbed it in that direction.

The sharp arrow was tightly grasped in Madara's hand, but it was so strong that it slipped out of Madara's hand before it could stop, only a short distance away from Madara's temple.

"Soul Saint! Interesting!" Madara looked towards the direction of the arrow as if aware of it, as if he saw the Soul Saint hidden in the snow beyond the horizon and still maintaining the archery posture.

"He seems to have discovered me! How is this possible?!" The face of Soul Saint, who had just been attacked by a secret arrow, changed drastically. He suddenly felt something bad in his heart and was about to get up and evacuate.

But before he made too many moves, he felt an inexplicable heat all over his body. He looked up at the sky and opened his mouth in surprise.

The sky that was originally occupied by ice and snow has now turned half red, and a flame like the sun is burning and rushing towards him.

This scene, which was like a natural disaster, deeply shocked the soul saint of the bow and arrow martial arts, and made him feel that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

However, the furious flames had already arrived in front of him, and he had no choice but to escape in a direction where the flames did not spread.

But a domineering figure wearing blood armor blocked his way to leave. He was holding his arms and sneering at Soul Saint, who was running for his life as if he was the best choice.

Soul Saint's heart froze. Originally, his martial soul was suitable for assassination. As for offense and defense, it was relatively ordinary. This was why he left in a hurry.But the enemy in front of him will not let him go easily!

A fierce light flashed in Soul Saint's eyes. As he moved forward, he drew his bow and set an arrow. One or two soul rings behind his back lit up at the same time.

The first soul skill, eagle eye aiming!

The second soul skill, charged arrow!

The distance to Madara was getting closer and closer, and the confidence of the bow and arrow in Soul Saint's hand was getting better and better. Seeing that the enemy was motionless, Soul Saint breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go to hell!" Soul Saint let go of the bow that was stretched into a full moon, and the arrow instantly turned into a stream of light, leaving a long trajectory in the air, and shot away.

Looking at Madara who was motionless and seemed to be stunned, Soul Saint already showed a winning smile, feeling that he had made too much fuss just now.

Madara just watched motionless as the arrow shot towards him with a sound of breaking through the air, without even blinking, as if there was just a breeze blowing in front of his face.

The next moment, a blue translucent barrier had enveloped Madara, and the outline of a giant's sternum was looming, which was Madara's Susanoo.

The originally devastating charged arrow was spinning like a drill bit, unable to make an inch forward as if it were hitting a copper wall, making a stabbing sound.

"That's it?" Madara raised his eyebrows when he saw the charged arrow that had consumed most of its power, removed it from Susanoo, changed its direction with a light touch, and stuck it weakly on the ground.

That relaxed and carefree expression made the soul saint of the bow and arrow spirit fall into deep despair.