Douluo Zhibo Madara

Madara was sitting on the roof of the reception hall of Shrek Academy, one hand tightly holding the sickle between the tiles, and the other hand carelessly tossing the blood-red kunai. He looked lazy but was actually ready to move at any time. Able to kill violently.

Madara glanced around at several buildings of similar heights at different distances, and felt the familiar or unfamiliar smells. There was no doubt that they were peeks from other colleges.

If you want to see it, you have to keep your eyes open!

Madara looked at the numerous black figures running and jumping from the rooftops in all directions towards Madara's direction. He put away his appearance with a casual look. As he slowly stood up, a pair of red pupils also lit up in the long dark night. Breathtaking light.

The black shadows were obviously well-trained. The moment they arrived, they formed a tacit understanding to surround Madara, showing their terrifying qualities.

"Boy! If you are smart, get out of the way! Who are we? You should know!" A man in black, who was obviously the leader, took a step forward and threatened in an extremely arrogant manner.

"Who are you? You are just trash in my eyes!" Madara smiled coldly, glanced at everyone, and then said unruly: "And trash should be taken in the trash can!"

"Seeking death!" The black-clothed leader was immediately furious. With a wave of his hand, all the black-clothed men possessed martial souls and lit up colorful lights. The dense soul rings even illuminated half of the sky.

"Martial spirit night demon, possessed!"

The leader of the men in black also showed the eight soul rings behind him. He was a respected Soul Douluo. Among the remaining men in black, there was also a Soul Saint and several Soul Emperors. But at this time, unexpectedly As a test, this shows the terrifying background of Wuhun Palace.

"Go!" The men in black cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding, with a clear division of labor between advancing and retreating together, like a black wave vowing to submerge Ban.

Those in the front row were all close-combat and attack-type soul masters, either possessing powerful beast souls or sharp sword souls in their hands, and they could launch fatal attacks at Madara in the blink of an eye.

Good to come!

Madara held an extremely heavy scythe in one hand and swept through thousands of troops with one strike. The scythe, which should have been as heavy as a giant sword, was as light as a feather in his hand, but when it landed on the men in black, it was so unusual that he simply swept them away one by one. .

Before Madara could kill the defenseless soul masters in front of him one by one, the long-range soul skills in the distance were already in front of him, like a dense swarm of locusts covering them.

Madara dodged slightly, pulled out the fan pinned behind his back and held it in front of his eyes. He blocked these various attacks one by one. He turned his wrist and held several ninja tools of different shapes between his fingers.

"Copy. Ninja Tool Explosion! Go!" The third soul ring behind Madara lit up, and then he threw it hard with one hand without hesitation. In an instant, it turned into several black lights and screamed through the air. The sound blended into the night.

boom!boom!boom!

The ninja tool containing explosive power exploded among the soul masters, who was almost defenseless. The long-range soul masters suffered heavy losses immediately, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"A bunch of trash! Come with me!" The soul saint, who was obviously his deputy, saw his leader's increasingly bad expression and immediately led his men towards Madara without hesitation.

"It's just a bunch of minions!" Ban Leng looked at the group of soul masters rushing towards them with their teeth and claws open, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a disdainful arc.

It was clear that only Madara was fighting alone on the roof, but his arrogant and domineering momentum made everyone feel that one man is in charge and no one can stop him.

The enchanting blood drops swayed in the air with the sickle, and the sickle of death hooked away the souls of the living one after another. One after another, the figures fell and died with reluctance and fear, looking at the proud and independent figure who looked down on the world.

"Shadow Diamond Claw! Die!" The original Soul Saint also became extremely embarrassed. The huge shield of the Dark Claw Bear's Soulless Amplification slashed out huge claws one after another towards the front.

How proud he had been when he was caught just now, how frightened and embarrassed he was now.All his men had no resistance at all under the scythe raised high, and were slaughtered one by one like livestock.

Soul Saint was struggling to the death with all his strength as if he was grasping the last straw to save his life. However, when faced with the terrifying Shura, all his struggles and resistance seemed so powerless at this moment!

With a sneer on his lips, Ban walked step by step in the direction of Soul Saint, and he used his scythe to easily and freely fly away the flying claws, just like an adult teasing a young child.

Suddenly, a phantom shuttled past Soul Saint like lightning. Madara, who was originally walking slowly, magically appeared behind Soul Saint. Without looking, he carried his sickle and fan and attacked in the direction of Contra in front of him. .

"Ho!" Soul Saint covered his throat, which was constantly spurting out blood. His eyes widened and he felt extremely unbelievable. He fell to the ground helplessly, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

"Now, it's your turn!" Madara, who had broken through the blockade, arrived first, and a cold, water-like light from the sword quickly magnified in Contra's eyes.

"You underestimate me, don't you?" Contra Night Demon Jiejie smiled strangely, trying to block Madara's inevitable attack with a pair of sharp claws.

However, just when the sickle was only a short distance away from his claws, a cluster of bloody flames appeared on the sickle out of thin air and quickly ignited it, making the originally mediocre slash suddenly become more powerful.

what?

Night Demon was also caught off guard by the scene in front of him, but it was obviously too late to stop at this time, so he could only grit his teeth and use his second soul skill.

The second soul skill, Netherworld Ghost Claw!

Night Demon's second soul skill can increase the attack power and defense power of his claws by 30%. These iron claws are his magic weapon to defeat the enemy.

However, the iron claws that had always been invincible were frustrated at this moment. Not only did Madara's scythe fail to block it, but it was cut off at the root like a hot knife cutting through butter, and blood spattered and fell to the ground.

This is Madara's other Sharingan ability, the soul-cutting blood cutter. It's okay if you don't use the martial spirit. Once the martial spirit is used, it can definitely cut off all martial spirits. It is the nemesis of all martial spirits!

"Ah! Stop me!" Ye Yao felt the sharp pain on his wrist and couldn't help crying out in pain, but he still gave the order in time to try to stop this demon like Shura.

Another wave of colorful long-range soul skills came in like a tide, so Madara, who was originally preparing to pursue the victory and take the head off the night demon's neck, had to temporarily avoid its edge.

Madara looked at the night demon who had fled in embarrassment, then turned to look at the long-range soul masters who were still preparing to attack him and said coldly: "You have attracted my attention! I really don't know whether to call you ridiculous or pathetic?"

"Quick! Kill him as soon as he doesn't move! Otherwise we will all die!" A long-range soul master shouted boldly while using his soul skills with a horrified look on his face.

Seeing the soul skills that were raining down like raindrops, Madara actually stood on the spot and slowly stretched out his arms in front of everyone: "Can't I move? Then I will be merciful and satisfy your little ones before they die. Make your wish!”

Many soul masters who were already in despair and had only cut off their retreat under the leader's orders suddenly felt hope for life deep in their hearts: "Hahaha! How arrogant!"

pity!

The strong wind brought by the intensive soul skills came to the Buddha's face, blowing the long hair like a spotted hedgehog, covering the eyes like blood gems, but the mischievous smile at the corner of the mouth gradually enlarged, and Uchiha fanned Already unknowingly, Madara was holding it in his hand.

This is a lie to you!You are not so stupid as to believe what your enemies say, are you?Hahahahaha!

The almost boiling soul power covered the entire fan, and then Madara, who was laughing wildly, held it with both hands and threw it recklessly towards the torrent of soul skills in front of him.

Boom!

The unstoppable torrent not only seemed to hit a copper wall, making a heavy thud, spreading throughout half of the city in the silent night, but also rebounded and surged in the direction of their original owner.

"Hahahaha! How ridiculous! You actually put your own survival in me, the enemy!" Madara pinned his sickle and fan behind his back again, turned around and looked up at the blood rising into the sky. The moon, the moonlight filled the entire courtyard like blood.

All the colleges who were watching in the dark saw at this moment, under the light of the blood moon, a Shura was in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood created by himself, with a disdainful sneer, looking down on everyone.

The bloody Shura defeated the elite Wuhun Hall led by Soul Douluo like a single enemy, and his fame will be spread throughout the continent!