Douluo Zhibo Madara

When Madara quietly returned to Shrek Academy alone, he found that the master was packing his luggage, looking like he was going to leave as soon as possible.

"Are you leaving?" Although Madara's words were a question, his tone was extremely determined.

"Since you know Haotian Douluo, you should also understand the grievances between the Tang family and Wuhun Palace! Wuhun Palace will never let Xiao San go, and I am going to find a way out for him!" The master packed his luggage. He didn't look back, as if he had anticipated Madara's arrival.

"No one can hurt Xiaosan before I fall!" Madara just leaned at the door and watched the master pack his bags, his calm tone seemed to be stating a fact.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your lover?" Madara asked with a raised eyebrow.

The master's movements were obvious, and then he tried his best to hide his unnaturalness: "Forget it! It's not like I won't come back!"

has a problem!

The master is gone, but where did he go?Madara didn’t know and didn’t ask!If the master said he would seek a way out for Tang San, then he would definitely do his best. There is no doubt about this!

As for how to make Wuhun Palace, the overlord of the entire continent, give up the pursuit of Tang San, that depends on the master's ability!

But before that, Tang San's safety had been handed over to Madara's hands!

This was the last match in the Tiandou sub-field. After Shrek Academy finished, they stayed in the field to participate in the award ceremony hosted by Emperor Xue Ye himself.

"Master, you have left!" This is what Madara said truthfully to the returning teachers and students from Shrek Academy.

As for what to do when you leave?Those of us from Shrek already knew this!

However, under Madara's observation, Liu Erlong seemed to be slightly abnormal, and his whole body was filled with a terrifying low pressure, which made everyone stay away for fear of suffering.

Even though they represented Shrek Academy and completed an unprecedented 12-game winning streak in mainland history, they were not so happy about it, but rather frowned upon.

Because the storm is coming!

Clang!

Madara put down the last sharpened kunai, and took off the sickle and fan from his back that never left his body. In front of him were various ninja tools neatly arranged in rows and rows.

Madara suppressed his rising aura of terror. What he was sharpening was not the ninja tool but himself!The original him is slowly waking up in his current body.

With each sharpening of the knife, Madara's fighting and killing intent would become larger and purer. The man who once stood on the top of the mountains and despised the entire ninja world slowly walked towards this place, and was far away. Getting closer.

Dai Mubai and the others were just standing outside Ban's gate, and they could already feel the thick scarlet aura that seemed to be suppressing something constantly coming out of Ban's back.

"As far as I know, Brother Madara has only sharpened his knife so carefully twice!" Oscar lay down by the door and swallowed. Even with his strong body, he felt a little cold for no reason.

"When?" The fat man put his plump head on top of Oscar's head and asked pretending to be calm.

"Once was when I met the Titan Giant Ape! Once was when I was fighting Dugu Bo!" Dai Mubai answered this question for Oscar with an extremely serious tone.

"Is the matter really that serious?" Dai Mubai walked in with a few people, but as soon as he stepped in, he felt as if his body sank suddenly, as if he had entered the realm of gravity.

The beast that has been sleeping in Madara's body for so many years is gradually waking up, activating itself and eager to try for the fierce battle that will follow.

This battle is inevitable, not only because of the responsibility as an older brother, but also because of the burning flame of excitement in Madara's body.

Madara slowly turned his head without opening the Sharingan. Those black and white eyes were full of indifference to life and disdain for all living things: "What do you think?"

Tang San had not arrived at this moment. At this time, he should have endured the severe criticism from Flandreau Erlong and other teachers, and he could not escape at all for a while.

"We seven monsters are one, and we should also contribute if Tang San has something to do!" At this time, Zhu Zhuqing came in with Xiao Wu and other girls, and said righteously as he walked.

"Just you? Who do you think you are?" Madara sneered, and the aura that seemed to be hiding something was released without any scruples, making everyone feel as if they were immersed in an illusion like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

In his ears were the cries of the dying people, and in front of his eyes was the lingering resentment. It was as if the air here had become thicker, with a strange sweet smell of blood.

In this scarlet world with a blood moon hanging high, a demon holding a sickle and a fan slowly approached them with a bloody smile. In spite of their helplessness and even pleading, he swung the sickle of death with all his strength, cutting off Break their throats.

Who do you think you are?

Madara's words were like thunder exploding in their ears. The bodies of everyone present felt as if they had been struck by lightning and became paralyzed. Even moving a finger became extremely difficult.

They all underestimated Madara, thinking that just because their strength had improved, their cooperation was more tacit, and they had more people, they could stop Madara?

Are you kidding me?That was Madara Uchiha who could be the enemy of the entire world and defeat it!The man who made the whole world taste pain!

"Go back and have a good rest tonight! All you can do is stop the mistress for me!" Madara said lightly, letting everyone struggle out of the illusion of having their throats cut by the man in front of them. They all took a few steps back, looking shocked at Madara who didn't even move and was just sharpening his sword.

The clanging sound of sharpening sickles seemed to resound in everyone's hearts. This was the whisper of Shura's minions.

This time, Shrek's people didn't say anything more, but quietly retreated.

Is this the opponent I originally chose?It’s no longer possible to describe him as terrifying!

Dai Mubai left at the end of the crowd. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at the streak of blood that cast a long shadow under the sunlight. He couldn't help but think rather self-deprecatingly.

Some ancient doors were slowly closed by Dai Mubai with a creaking sound, and the last ray of light before the blood-like sunset disappeared into the courtyard.

"I once said that my brother, Uchiha Madara, cannot be touched even if he is a god! Whoever touches him? Then who will I kill?" Madara said to himself as he caressed the blood-red kunai in his hand.

Madara doesn't want to experience the pain of losing a loved one again, that's why Madara pursues power so persistently.

Now, just like in the ninja world decades ago, someone has extended their claws to Madara's younger brother, so Madara has no choice but to chop them all into pieces!

Madara was wearing a blood-red battle armor. Not only the storage ring, but also the former ninja tool bag was neatly filled with ninja tools. The sickle and fan were pinned behind his back with a cold light, and his hedgehog-like long hair was The hair and domineering face make him look extremely unruly.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky seems to be as white and flawless as a white jade plate, crystal clear, but soon it will be stained with blood by such a night!

Just eat some appetizers tonight, and the real feast will begin tomorrow on the way to Wuhun Palace!

So, how about trying some dessert before the meal?

The dark night is coming, wake up, it’s time to hunt!