Douluo Zhibo Madara

After not seeing each other for a while, the Shrek Seven Monsters have already sprinted to the Fourth Ring Soul Sect realm. Originally, it should have been impossible in just a few months, but the immortal herbs Tang San brought back allowed them to develop their qualifications to Extreme, out of control.

As for Madara, he did not form a group to hunt souls with them because he had to take Mumu with him. At this moment, the Shrek Seven Monsters finally returned.

"Brother Madara! We are back!" Oscar walked in the front. When he saw Madara standing at the school gate, he waved vigorously and ran over as fast as he could.

According to Tang San, Oscar liked Ning Rongrong very much, but due to the rules set by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, he had to hold a stick of incense in the hands of a titled Douluo, which made Oscar work harder. The fair and clean body like noodles has now begun to be replaced by pieces of angular muscles.

Ban Jian raised his eyebrows, took a step forward, and grabbed Oscar's stretched out wrist, which caught him somewhat off guard.

However, when Madara's steady force acted on Oscar's wrist through his palm, Oscar loyal to his instinct and wanted to break free, so he had to fight with Madara.

"Let me try, how good are you now?" Madara said with burning eyes.

"No problem!" Oscar responded confidently, his words revealing a masculinity he had never had before.

As Oscar opened the Eight Gates of Escape, silver-gray soul steam spurted out from the pores all over his body, and a strong wind suddenly arose between the two of them, clearing away the fallen leaves around them.

I don’t know if it’s due to changes in the world or something else, but Madara’s rumored Secretary Eight Door Dunjia will change in color according to his individual martial soul personality. Just like Madara’s blood red, Oscar’s soul power vapor has also turned into silver gray!

Oscar's grabbed wrist was trembling slightly, and veins were exposed on half of his forearm. It was obvious that he had used all his strength.

Perhaps Oscar's power is enough to rival other soul kings, but he is obviously no match for a monster like Madara who wears the soul king's skin but can fight Contra back and forth.

"Is this all you can do? Keep going!" A disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Madara's mouth, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring at the red-faced Oscar in front of him, and he did not forget to stimulate him with words.

Looking at Oscar who had tried his best and even screamed, Ning Rongrong's eyes showed a hint of distress, and he wanted to step forward to stop him, but unexpectedly, Xiao Wu next to him gently grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother Ban will be measured! You have to learn to trust Xiao Ao! He will definitely be able to do it!" Xiao Wu looked at the worried Ning Rongrong with burning eyes and comforted her thoughtfully.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip and looked at Oscar, who was squeezing every ounce of strength, standing there in confusion, but those worried eyes never moved away.

"I can continue!" Oscar's eyes were filled with tears. His chewing muscles protruded and he gritted his teeth to squeeze out these words bit by bit from between his teeth.

I will never fall down like this!

Oscar now has no extra energy to respond. There is only a voice in his heart that keeps urging him to persevere, even though his own strength has obviously been exhausted.

"Break it for me!" Oscar almost screamed, his eyes were bloodshot, like a desperate gambler.

Click!

Eight Gates of Dunjia, the fourth gate, the injury gate is open!

The originally weakened silver-gray steam that was about to extinguish took on new life as if it had been refilled with lamp oil. Even if it could not resist the flood of blood-red breath, it was still tenacious, emitting a ray of light of its own.

You are qualified!

Madara didn't say a word, but through the pleased look in his eyes, Oscar understood what he meant.

"Brother! Let's go in and talk first!" Tang San supported Oscar very considerately, but he didn't expect that he pushed him away and secretly winked at Tang San.

Tang San helplessly watched Oscar fall into Ning Rongrong's arms with a weak look on his face, and couldn't help but have a hint of helplessness on his face.

Afterwards, the tired people finally returned to the academy. After washing and resting, they gathered together for dinner.

"This time, Xiao Ao's soul skill is Hyperactive Pink Sausage, which increases all attributes by 5 within 10 minutes, and there are no side effects afterwards!" After everyone had had enough wine and food, Tang San began to introduce it to Madara and the others.

"It's a pretty good skill!" Madara also nodded, feeling that Oscar's soul skill was a perfect complement to the team.

"And our Zhu Qing, why don't you introduce him to his newly acquired fourth soul skill, Netherworld Shadow Clone?" Dai Mubai patted the table and showed off, ignoring the dark-faced Zhu Zhuqing, licking his face and sitting next to her. .

Ban found that Dai Mubai seemed to be becoming more and more shameless, and less and less domineering like a tiger. Instead, he looked like a sick cat with a strict henwife, which made Ban despise him very much.

He didn't know what he was thinking at the beginning, that he actually wanted to train such a boy as his opponent.

"Shadow clone?" Madara's ears keenly caught this familiar word, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his face became serious as he looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

Madara's eyes were burning, and he asked with a rare serious look: "Can you demonstrate it to me?"

Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't understand what Ban wanted, he still nodded slightly. The next moment, his martial soul possessed him, and his fourth soul ring lit up.

"This is my fourth soul skill, Nether Shadow Clone. The temporarily condensed clone has offensive power and can touch the real body!" Zhu Zhuqing still had a cold look on his face, but considering that it was Madara, he said calmly He opened his mouth and explained.

The next moment, three identical figures appeared in front of everyone, with no difference in appearance in all aspects.

"Wow! Boss Dai, you are so lucky!" Ma Hongjun suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he touched the obsessed Dai Mubai with his elbow with a vulgar expression.

Oscar just wanted to coax him, but suddenly he felt a cold feeling on his back. He turned around and saw Ning Rongrong's plain and scary eyes. He immediately shrank his head and did not dare to say anything.

Maybe this is the pain of having a girlfriend!

Perhaps in the eyes of others, there is no difference between these clones and the real entity, but in Madara's Sharingan and Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes, they have nowhere to hide.

"Great!" Madara felt that this came too soon, so he used his third soul skill to copy it without saying a word.

As a ninja in his previous life, Madara was indispensable for the Three Body Technique. However, perhaps because the world has changed, the Three Body Technique is not applicable in this world. Now with Yongfeng Ginseng as a supplement, Madara can finally be even more powerful.

"It's not bad!" Madara looked at a dozen more identical versions of himself in the field. Even though their power was scattered again and again, each one exuded a strong aura that was at least far superior to the soul kings of the same level, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, in the restaurant, one of the Shrek people couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva when he looked at the dense spots.

This seems a bit scary!