Douluo Zhibo Madara

It was just dawn the next morning, and everyone in Shrek Academy had already gotten up early and gathered together to have breakfast.

They did not leave after breakfast, but remained firmly seated in their seats, each staring at the master sitting at the head with burning eyes.

"Play well! Don't think so much, your future is infinitely bright!" A smile appeared on the master's cold face, he glanced at the students he had trained by this name, and said with half emotion and half encouragement.

"Don't be afraid. I'll give them a good beating and let those guys know how powerful we are!" Liu Erlong waved his fist excitedly, like a bandit who was about to go out to rob. , then turned to look at Flanders aside: "Hey, hey, hey! You should hurry up and say a few words!"

"It's all thanks to you! Our Shrek Academy admissions office is almost full now! There's more money to be made!" Fred pushed up his glasses, showing off his money-obsessed light, and let out his trademark evil laugh.

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let him speak!" The master said with a slight headache while holding his forehead.

Others don't know, but how could the master not know that this profiteer has taken down all the shops near the gate of Shrek Academy in advance, and makes a lot of money from collecting rent every day.

Everyone's eyes froze, but they all looked at Madara who was sitting on the other side without eating.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Ban put down the bowl and chopsticks inexplicably and said with a cold snort.

"Brother Madara, we can reach this point without your efforts! All of us will remember this. Your help to us is no less than that of all teachers! Now tell us a few words to boost our morale!" Ning Rongrong He smiled slightly and winked playfully.

"Fight well, don't ruin my reputation! I don't want others to say that the people trained by me, Uchiha Madara, are useless!" Madara's face was arrogant and his tone was still not that good, but everyone could hear the concern contained in it, so They all smiled knowingly.

"Brother Madara said so, let's work hard there!" Dai Mubai stood up and stretched out his hand, and the Shrek Seven Devils put their hands on it knowingly.

Shrek, we must win this battle!

"His Majesty the Pope has arrived!" With a high-pitched shout, Bibi Dong, who had never seen a game before, officially arrived on the field.

Everyone knelt down to salute, only Shrek and his team stood there alone, extremely conspicuous, but the soul master who beat his chest with one hand did not kneel down like them.

Someone immediately jumped out to reprimand them, but Bibi Dong let it go without any care. The whole place was silent, and no one dared to refute the rising Pope.

Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne in the center, looked at the several titled Douluo listed on the left and right, nodded and said: "Let's begin!"

The game then started, and the players from both sides entered in an orderly manner. Unlike the two or three big cats and kittens on Shrek's side, when the Wuhundian team walked onto the soul fighting stage, the spectators immediately They let out cheers like a tsunami. After all, many people from Wuhun Palace must give this face to their own team.

"You are Tang San, right? Your brother owes me a little something, do you think I can collect some interest from you?" Yan stuck out his tongue and licked his scarlet lips, saying with some morbid excitement.

"That depends on whether the strength under your hands is strong enough!" Tang San retorted without showing any signs of weakness. Even though Yan was a six-ring soul emperor, he was not afraid of it.

The referee announced the start of the game only after the two teams on the spirit fighting stage finished their harsh words and completed the possession of their martial spirits.

"Boy! Are you ready? It's coming!" Yan, still wearing the mask, rushed over with blazing black flames all over his body.

"Act as planned!" Tang San glanced sideways at the people behind him and shouted, then rushed forward without hesitation.

"Within 5 minutes, drive the other four people off!" Dai Mubai glanced at the back of Tang San who was rushing forward and roared, then he and Zhu Zhuqing threw themselves together, transformed into a huge Netherworld White Tiger, and immediately headed towards Xie Yue and Hu Liena swept away.

"Boss Dai, Mistress, look at us!" Ma Hongjun soared in the air, like a phoenix bathed in fire with extraordinary power. He and Oscar Xiaowu attacked the other four without hesitation.

"You look so arrogant! I don't even need the support of my teammates when I'm fighting alone, just like that annoying brother of yours!" Yan raised his hand and swept a line of blazing black flames towards Tang San, but was caught by Tang San's mysterious ghostly figure dodged every step.

"But it seems that your strength is still far inferior to that of your brother!" Yan's eyes turned into a rich jet black, and after passing through the afterimages, he came to Tang San in an instant, and without hesitation, he used The third soul skill, his hands were like eagle claws and he fiercely grabbed Tang San in front of him.

Demonic Shadow Sky Claw!

Yan wildly stretched out his claws towards Tang San in front of him, and in an instant slashed out dozens of dense claws, overwhelmingly covering Tang San.

Tang San summoned the Blue Silver Grass in time to block in front of him. The mutated Blue Silver Grass's incomparable tenacity was not cut off, but even though it blocked the claw light, the huge force still hit the Blue Silver Grass in front of him. The twist hit Tang San's crossed arms in front of him, shocking him extremely: "What a powerful force! What a fast speed! I really underestimated him!"

While the bluesilver grass covered his sight, Yan appeared in front of Tang San like a fleeting flying leopard. The moment the bluesilver grass dispersed, Tang San's figure was revealed and he directly punched out: "Taste my power!"

Tang San did not hesitate to use his black jade hands to pinch the crane and catch the dragon to meet him, but he was knocked into the air like a kite with its string broken. After landing, his feet carved two deep ravines on the ground.

"Is this the Soul Emperor?" Tang San felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it alive, and a flush appeared on his face.

He knew that he must not spit out this mouthful of blood. Once he spit out this breath, it would be exhausted and he would no longer be able to maintain his fighting power.

"This person will definitely be killed in the future!" Ban saw Yan killing his brother and almost couldn't help but take action. The murderous intention in his heart overflowed uncontrollably and he secretly swore in his heart.

"Is this the plan you made? Not even giving Tang San any support from Ning Rongrong and Oscar, but letting him face a Soul Emperor alone?" Madara asked the master sitting next to him with an unkind tone. He asked.

"This Yan is indeed a bit beyond my expectations! But I believe Xiao San, don't you believe in your brother's ability?" The master stared at Tang San's battle on the stage with all his attention, and asked Madara slowly without looking back.

"Hmph! I have more confidence in Mistress than you do!" Madara snorted coldly and said no more.

It had already reached its climax just after the start. This spirit battle lived up to the reputation of the final, instantly igniting the hormones of everyone in the stands, and the cheers were louder than the waves.

"However, if you want to defeat me like this, you are still far away!" Tang San's Xuan Tian Kung was running at full strength, and the characteristics of endless life were brought into play. The purple light in his eyes stared at Yan who was laughing wildly.

Then give it a try!