Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Kill me! Our Wuhun Palace will not let you go!" Archer Soul Saint knew that he was not going to die soon, so he cursed viciously.

"Then I'll finish you off first, and then I'll settle the score with them!" Madara raised his knife and was about to take the life of the bow and arrow soul saint, but he saw the soul saint's face turned fierce and rushed towards Madara.

"Let's die together!" The Archer Soul Saint knew that his strongest attack could not break the opponent's defense, so he was ready to make a desperate move to die with Madara.

"Such a weak attack, you still want to drag me into the water!" Madara didn't wait for the opponent to rush over, and took the lead to dodge in front of the Archer Soul Saint with a strong wind, raised his scythe and swept across.

The Holy Spirit of Bow and Arrow who has reached this stage is naturally not easy to deal with. He took out his own bow and arrow spirit to block the path of the sickle. There was a flash of light in his other hand, and a sharp arrow appeared in front of him. hands.

Madara had long seen the small movements of the bow and arrow in front of him, and he was even more disdainful that a ranged person actually came to play close combat with him, Uchiha Madara. Who gave him the courage?

What Madara didn't know was how the defensive power he had just shown made the Archer Soul Saint despair. The only way to survive was to get close and shoot Sander at close range!

The sharp arrow in Soul Saint's hand was easily cut off by Madara's gray arm wielder's scythe, but this also delayed his next plan to take the opponent's head directly.

A ray of hope suddenly burst out in Soul Saint's originally despairing eyes, and he desperately activated his soul rings. The fourth and fifth soul rings shone with intense light.

The fourth soul skill, chain arrows!

The fifth soul skill, shadow hunting!

With a resolute look in the eyes of the bow and arrow soul saint, he let go of the bow and arrow that had been stretched into a full moon. The sharp arrow instantly turned into a stream of light, trailing a long tail flame, and flew towards Madara with a whimpering sound of breaking through the air.

The distance between the two was so close that as soon as the opponent's bow and arrow were released, they were already in front of Madara and headed towards Madara's face.

The magatama in Madara Sharingan's eyes had rotated to the limit and even left an afterimage, and everything around him seemed to have slowed down.

But the sharp arrow was still very fast, with the owner's murderous intention to kill the prey on the spot.

"Amaterasu!" The three magatama in Madara's eyes have evolved into a strange pattern, and he has clearly used his kaleidoscope ability.

All he saw was that the sharp arrow that was originally chasing the stars and the moon suddenly ignited with black flames, swallowing up the sharp arrow in the blink of an eye.

The sharp arrow continued to rush forward with unstoppable momentum, but when it was only a few feet away from Madara's face, it was destroyed by the power of Amaterasu.

"And you!" Madara looked up at the bow and arrow soul saint who was already on the spot. Seeing that his desperate attack was blocked, he suddenly felt despair.

"No!" The Archer Soul Saint howled unwillingly and summoned his own martial spirit avatar, but it had no effect at all.

Under Amaterasu's terrifying flames, everything was eventually burned, whether it was martial souls or soul masters.

Madara just watched indifferently. The enemy lost the power to resist and kept wailing and rolling under the burning black flames.

He will never be merciful to his enemies!Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!

"Martial Soul Hall?" Ban couldn't help but sneered as he thought of the words spoken by this soul master before he died, and when he thought about the traces of the golden generation of the Soul Master when he came.

As expected of flowers in a greenhouse, they are incredibly expensive. There are not only pathfinders in front of them, but there are also probably many who are secretly protecting them!

Madara's eyes gradually turned cold, and he couldn't help but hold his scythe and fan tightly. The cold feel made his murderous intention slightly lessen.

Then I’ll have to test you to see if you’re good enough!

Madara's index finger gently stroked the sharp edge of the scythe, feeling the cold touch, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

By the time Madara returned to the camp, almost all the soul masters had fled, leaving only a few. The seriously injured ones were lying on the ground wailing, and were about to die soon.

Seeing that Madara, the God of Death, actually left and returned, everyone who was still conscious carefully closed their mouths, for fear of attracting Madara's attention.

"Have you finished cleaning up?" Ninth Lama lay on the spot and yawned boredly. Although he was asking, his tone was extremely determined.

How strong is a hot man?Nine Lamas have absolute confidence!

"Do you still think that a few clowns can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?" Madara walked over slowly and snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay! You're awesome, okay?" Nine Lamas got up from the ground, found an unoccupied tent at random, got in, and said perfunctorily.

Madara didn't bring many supplies when he came, but now he has everything!

Madara looked at the several soul masters who were timid in the distance and did not dare to come closer. He didn't pay any attention to them and returned to his locked tent.

It's just a few ants, and it's not worth letting Madara take action.

Madara's next time was to wait, waiting for the people from the so-called Wuhun Palace to come and compete for this snow lotus.

A few days passed peacefully like this. Banpan was sitting in the tent silently adjusting his breath and practicing, when he suddenly felt a movement in the distance.

Madara opened his eyes suddenly, and a flash of lightning seemed to flash from his eyes. Then he immediately stood up, picked up his ninja tool, and walked out.

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"Brother, the place in front of you should be where the snow lotus is blooming!" Hu Liena teased the snowflakes from her hair and said with a smile.

"Great! This can be used as a birthday present for Master!" The usually steady Xie Yue also had an indelible smile on her face.

"Something's wrong!!" Yan, who was following carelessly behind, was about to interrupt when his expression suddenly changed as if he sensed something.

Several people felt the quiet and strange atmosphere. Looking at the silent and deserted camp in front of them, they suddenly felt that something was unusual.

"Someone is coming!" Yan was the first to notice Madara's bright red color and reminded his companion.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Madara slowly dragged the sickle and fan to the ground, plowing a long ravine in the snow, and said with a half-smile, but his eyes were full of coldness.

"I hope you can hold on a little longer!" Madara stepped forward step by step, his momentum rising steadily.

When they arrived in front of Yan and the others, Feng Xue seemed to be suppressed by the soaring will to fight.

"It's you!" Hu Liena looked at the familiar face and asked in a low voice, her face turned livid.

"It's me!" A bright smile appeared on Madara's face, but it looked particularly weird and bloody.

"Who are you?" Hu Liena quietly completed the possession of the martial spirit and asked vigilantly.

"Kill your people!" As soon as Madara finished speaking, his whole body suddenly disappeared, like a runaway train carrying a huge momentum. After he ran past, all the snow was kicked up.

The battle has just begun!