Douluo Zhibo Madara

Before Madara could rush in front of the three of them, the smell of bloody wind had already hit his face, like a dark wind with a fishy sweetness that was frightening.

"Go!" Yan has the most violent personality, just like his martial soul Fire Lord, he will rush forward and confront Ban head-on without hesitation.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena originally wanted to avoid the edge temporarily, but when they saw their companions rushing forward so recklessly, they had no choice but to follow them.

Yan took the lead, and his whole body seemed to be on fire after being possessed by the martial soul. His fiery red hair was blown by the wind like a real burning flame, and he looked majestic and majestic.

With a cruel smile on Yan's face, when Madara stretched out his bowl-sized fist to collide with Madara, the huge force coming from his arm caused his expression to change drastically. Before he could withdraw, he was clenched by Madara's other fist. The palm of his hand hit his abdomen hard.

Yan flew back faster than when he charged just now, like a kite with a broken string, powerlessly hitting the Xie Yue brother and sister.

The two of them saw their companions being knocked away, and subconsciously raised their hands to catch Yan. However, the moment they came into contact with Yan's body, their expressions changed drastically. They were knocked back two or three steps by the huge force, and their bodies were full of energy and blood. It was also shaken to the point of turbulence.

"On this level? It's ridiculous to be called the Golden Generation of Wuhun Palace!" Madara clapped his hands indifferently and taunted the three of them with a casual expression.

"You are not allowed to speak of our Spirit Hall like that!" Hu Liena said decisively with a look of sullenness on her charming face.

Hu Liena is the saint of Wuhun Palace. To her, Wuhun Palace is just like her home. When she hears someone looking down on them in Wuhun Palace, even if the person in front of her has unfathomable strength, she still wants to fight with him. Let him know that Wuhun Palace is not something to be trifled with.

Xie Yue, who had always been steady, could not suppress the anger in her heart. She looked at Madara with anger, clenched her hands tightly, and the veins on her hands were exposed.

Yan looked at each other and saw the firm look in each other's eyes, and nodded as if understanding.

They will never let others insult Wuhun Palace like this!

The second soul ring behind Yan flashed with light, and his entire figure suddenly grew taller, looking like a burly flame giant.

His second soul skill, Fire Demon Transformation, can increase his attack by 40, so it is perfect to use it at this time.

As if that wasn't enough, Yan's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and the fifth soul ring behind him also lit up.

Yan Yangtian roared angrily, running step by step with the momentum of landslides and earth-shattering, like a furious rhinoceros attacking.

"The fifth soul skill, Fire Fist!" Yan raised his fist like a sledgehammer, and smashed it with all his strength at the tiny Madara with blazing flames.

From a distance, it looked like an angry giant soul beast that was about to smash the little dot in front of her that had offended her into a meat pie.

"It's so slow!" Ban still had a disdainful smile on his face. He just took a step to the side and dodged his body slightly, as if he easily dodged Yan's blow.

Yan's huge flaming fist just rubbed the tip of Madara's nose in front of him, and the scorching temperature on it even made the broken hair on Madara's forehead curl slightly.

Yan looked at this scene in disbelief, and immediately pulled out his fist from the deep pit that was blasted on the ground, changed the hammer to a sweep, and swept it fiercely from side to side.

All the snow on the ground was lifted up by Yan's powerful attack, and rolled towards Madara overwhelmingly.

But Madara was still as if he was strolling in a garden. He jumped slightly and easily avoided Yan's sweep. He stood behind Yan and looked like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Is this also the golden generation? It seems that the geniuses of the Wuhun Palace have always been bad! The short man is the general!" Madara saw the behemoth in front of him, and the casual words in his mouth pierced the golden generation's heart as if he had seen it. Heart.

"You die!" Yan's eyes were red, and he was so arrogant that he had never been humiliated like this before. He could not even touch the corners of his enemy's clothes and was teased like a pet.

"If that's all, then you can die!" Madara said in a contemptuous tone as he looked at the giant flaming fist swinging towards him.

All I saw was that Ban did not dodge Yan's devastating attack. He raised his foot and kicked the sickle on the ground, and it collapsed from the snow. By coincidence, it hit Yan Lun's moving arm.

As if he had rehearsed beforehand, Yan stretched out his fist at just the right time, allowing Madara's fallen sickle to hit the elbow joint impartially.

Although the sickle lacking the blessing of Madara's power was too powerful to even scratch Yan's skin, it hit the bones under Yan's skin.

As we all know, there is an acupuncture point on the elbow of the human body. Once it is hit, the entire forearm will become numb.

Naturally, the same was true for Yan. He felt a sudden numbness below his elbows. The strength he had continued to gain suddenly dropped by three or four points, and his original power was no longer there.

Ban took advantage of this gap to grab Yan's wrist, and before Yan could react, he slammed into his arms.

Yan was immediately at a disadvantage. He felt like his chest had been hit hard by a hammer, and a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat.

Madara was unyielding and grabbed Yan's outstretched weak arm. He threw the transformed giant over his shoulder and smashed it to the ground, causing countless spider web-like cracks to explode with a loud bang.

Although Madara defeated the menacing Yan in such a simple and devastating manner, every step was supported by rich combat experience. If he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss.

After Yan was hit hard on the ground, he was actually awakened by the pain in his body. Feeling the sense of life and death crisis, he quickly tried his best to push his fourth soul ring as quickly as possible.

Madara felt a huge repulsive force suddenly coming from the person he was stepping on, and a raging flame burst out, directly flying away Madara who was about to be killed.

"Yan, leave it to us!" A voice that sounded like a man and a woman, as if two people were blending together, sounded from Yan's ears.

Yan opened his eyes, looked at the figure blocking the sun in front of him, and grinned: "If you lose, you won't survive!"

The half-human, half-fox man in front of Madara wielded a pair of scimitar-like martial spirits, which successfully aroused Madara's interest: "Who are you?"

"Kill your man!" The fox man's voice sounded like two people speaking at the same time, and the next moment he brandished two weapons and attacked Madara.

Do you have the ability?

Madara looked at the fox-man in front of him who looked like the fusion of Xie Yue and Hu Liena. All the distracting thoughts in his mind were eliminated, leaving only endless ridicule and ridicule.

Is this your trump card?