Douluo Zhibo Madara

A few days later, a stern young man wearing a red armor stood in front of a dilapidated town. He felt the vague and strange aura and said to himself: "It looks like this is it!"

This young man is none other than Madara after he parted ways with Tang Hao, and the town in front of him is the only way to go to the Killing City, the destination of his trip.

Madara, who had just stepped into the town, felt several malicious eyes peering at him. Although noon should be the busiest time, the slightly shabby shops on the street were empty, and the occasional pedestrians walking by were in a hurry. , the pale sunshine shines here but does not bring any warmth to people. From time to time, a black raven sits on the dead trees beside the street and makes an unpleasant cry, lingering in the entire dilapidated and depressed town. Something ominous.

Every pedestrian coming and going has a fierce look, as if they should not be approached by strangers. It is more accurate to say that this is a bandit's den than a small town.

Madara felt that the people he was following were becoming more and more unscrupulous, and he couldn't help but frown and snorted, as the tyrannical aura of forest swept towards the surroundings with Madara as the center.

It was as if the temperature had dropped by more than ten degrees in a matter of seconds. The biting winter wind blew against their faces and contained a deep murderous aura. Their expressions suddenly changed and they fled in a hurry.

Most of those people were just ordinary people, and occasionally there were a few soul masters whose cultivation was extremely low. In Madara's eyes, they were no different than small stones on the roadside, and he couldn't even look at them.

"This is it!" Madara's footsteps finally stopped in front of an ordinary tavern at the end of the long street. He looked up at the sign and reached out to slowly push the door open.

The hustle and bustle of the tavern, which was originally heard outside the door, became audible the moment the door was pushed open. The drunken patrons who had just exchanged cups and drinks instantly focused their eyes on Madara. He looked at this boy who looked like he was still young.

When Madara cast his indifferent gaze, those people were all pretending to be drinking or whispering, as if it was just his illusion.

interesting!

Madara took off his sickle and uchiwa fan and placed them on the table, and a waiter stood in front of him with a menu.

"Guest, do you need anything here?" the waiter asked politely with a gentle fake smile on his face.

"I heard that you can go to the Killing City here?" Madara looked at the waiter who was full of strange aura and asked bluntly.

Madara's voice was not loud, but it seemed to spread throughout the entire tavern in an instant, and the eyes of those vicious people instantly fell on Madara.

"You actually want to go to the Killing City?" Someone sneered disdainfully, shook his head, took a sip of the scarlet liquid in the cup, and looked at Madara as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Guest, if you want to go there, you must first try the store's signature Bloody Mary. This is the rule!" The waiter's eyes changed instantly, and he brought a glass of suspicious scarlet liquid on the table and slowly pushed it in front of Madara. He stared hard in front of him and said slowly in a tone that could not be refused.

"Oh?" Madara glanced at this person with a half-smile but not a smile. Just going in was already so interesting, which made him look forward to the destination of his trip more and more!

Madara slowly raised his glass and looked at the translucent scarlet liquid in the glass through the reflection of the flickering candlelight, frowned and took a tentative sip.

"Pfft!" The blood that Ban just drank sprayed onto the waiter's face in one sip. The bloody smell of rusty spots in his mouth corroded his taste buds, making his expression gradually become dangerous.

He had tasted this rusty smell countless times, but it was always his own. It was the smell of human blood!

"Hahahaha! You're still a baby? If you want to go to the killing city like this, you'd better take a pee and take good care of yourself! You have the right to do it!" Someone whistled and shouted, and everyone in the venue roared. laughing out loud.

"What qualifications do I have?" Madara said in a hoarse and deep voice as he slowly wiped away the scarlet liquid left at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Besides, do you believe that I will kill you?" A trace of blood flashed in Madara's eyes, then he raised his head and coldly glanced at everyone in the tavern, saying with murderous intent.

Those who drink human blood in such a tavern are obviously a group of heinous criminals. How can they endure the provocation of a young boy who usually kills people without blinking an eye, so they stood up one after another.

, with ferocious faces and aggressive eyes like evil beasts, as if they want to tear Madara into pieces and eat them. They can do such a thing.

"This kid actually dares to seek death like this. Let me send him on his way!" A bald man with a sinister face pointed a huge scimitar at Pan and said with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, a huge scythe whirled towards him with a whimpering sound. Under the terrifying force, the tip of the blade directly penetrated the chest of the bald man and came out, and then took him away without being seen. The evil man's body was nailed to the wall.

"Ho! Save me!" The evil man's body with dilated pupils was convulsing and hung on the wall. Although blood overflowed from his mouth like a fountain, his survival instinct made him cry out for help, but unfortunately he died soon.

silence!Deathly silence!

The original hustle and bustle in the field disappeared without a trace and became audible. It was so quiet that you could hear everyone swallowing saliva with difficulty. Everyone was sweating like rain. They were shocked by Madara's strength and turned around tremblingly. He turned his head and looked at the blood-red figure who was still sitting casually on the chair as if it had nothing to do with him.

"No matter where you go, why does the little mouse in the gutter like to show off his power in front of the lion so much!" Madara held the blood-red kunai in his hand and gently wiped it on the cold body with his fingers together. The aura of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood burst out from Madara's body without concealment, as if the tavern was filled with a blood-colored mist.

puff!puff!

The next moment, Madara's voice disappeared in front of everyone as if teleporting, and like a bloody stream of light passing through most of the lobby, it teleported to the other side, and everyone on the road appeared on the other side. Both ordinary people and soul masters seemed as motionless as time stood still.

Tick!

A stream of blood fell on the blood-red kunai held by Madara in his backhand and fell on the floor. The sound of blood drops falling to the ground was covered by the dull collision of corpses falling to the ground.

The people who originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak attack Madara were now like chickens being strangled by the neck, covering their mouths with both hands for fear of making any noise to attract the attention of this demon.

"Go to hell and have a good drink with your companions!" Madara's unruffled voice was like the death's scythe that cut through the hearts and minds of every living person present.

All of a sudden, there were all kinds of begging for mercy, cries, howls, and howls. The boiling sound was like it was about to knock off the roof of the tavern, but just a few breaths was like a beautiful and slightly weird piece of music. After a climax, the ending usually ends abruptly.

Madara, who smoothly pulled out the scythe from the corpse, walked towards the bar step by step, and then swung the scythe across the entire army. The wood chips flew in all directions, revealing a dark entrance under the bar that seemed to swallow up all the light.

"Check out!" Madara glanced at the waiter who was as stunned as a wooden sculpture and didn't dare to move. He raised his arm and used his thumb to pop out a gold soul coin and landed in front of him.

After the gold coin hit the ground, it kept spinning on the ground and made a crisp sound unique to precious metals. It instantly seemed to call back his mind, causing the waiter to collapse to the ground and cry loudly as if to vent his anger.

That's a devil!