Douluo Zhibo Madara

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In the early morning in the Killing City, there was no bright sunshine shining from the sky like the outside world, but the city was still extremely groggy. At this time, the eyes of the walking dead showed a little more intelligence, and they were thankful that they had survived another day.

"How has your investigation been going in the past six months?" After finishing washing, Madara asked Keld inadvertently in his mind.

"There is definitely a big problem in the Killing City! That old bat may have rebelled! You must be careful today!" Kelder's voice was inexplicably low, and he responded to Madara in his mind.

Ever since Madara destroyed Blood Rain Douluo and Bloody Mary's workshop, the violent storm and revenge he imagined had not come, and he didn't even hear a sound from Wang Yuyue, as if nothing happened.

However, Madara could feel that Blood Rain Douluo would never be able to bear this breath of bad breath, and the most likely option would be to hide in the dark, looking for opportunities, waiting for an opportunity to strike, preparing for a fatal blow.

This makes Madara always vigilant in action, but today it is time for Madara to go to the Killing Arena for the 50th life and death match.

In the past six months, Madara would go to the Hell Killing Fields every once in a while to kill everyone, and for a while he also carved out his own name, that is King Shura!

With his rich killing skills and ruthless and decisive fighting style, he frightened the enemy in the fierce fighting, and used the enemy's blood to add a touch of terror to his throne.

There is a long-standing rule in the Killing City, that is, no one will appear in the same game for more than 50 games in the Hell Killing Fields. This is also a watershed in measuring the strength of everyone.

Therefore, as long as Madara passes today's battle, some extremely ferocious opponents will not be able to fight against Madara.

Others may feel extremely lucky about this, because this way their chance of survival will be greatly increased, but Madara is slightly conflicted, because this way he will not be able to fight against more than 50 other terrifying opponents.

"I hope I can have some interesting opponents today! Otherwise, I won't have such interesting battles in the future!" Madara was thinking in his heart with some regret.

"Look, King Shura is actually here today! Those guys who came to participate in the competition are probably in trouble!" Madara swaggered in front of the gate of the Hell Killing Fields, and immediately attracted the attention of countless villains, but none of them looked like before. They all have bad intentions, and every word is filled with reverence and fear.

"Then let me see what kind of things have been prepared for me today, right?" The corner of Madara's mouth turned up slightly, a trace of blood flashed through his eyes, and then he strode into it without hesitation.

"You have won 85 games in a row here! It can be said that the most likely person to go out in the city of killing is the God of Killing! If you can do this well, you will be the King of Killing, and you will naturally be rewarded!" The one who followed the killing The beautiful woman beside the king was standing in the long, narrow and dark corridor before entering the battlefield, with her back to a tall and muscular figure and she said proudly.

The man with a strong figure and muscles all over his body was like a three-dimensional black shadow like a marble sculpture. After hearing the beauty's words, he suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahahaha! Do you think I'm really here because of the benefit you gave me? Are you pretending?" What garlic? Little bitch!"

"Bold! It seems that you don't respect the King of Slaughter!" The beauty's face suddenly darkened, she pointed at the nose of the black figure and yelled loudly.

However, the next moment she was grabbed by the throat, and she was lifted up casually like a little chicken. Although he tried all his strength to pry open the person's hand, he found that she was as motionless as steel, and his eyes suddenly became plated. There was a layer of panic.

"Are you going to kill me? How do you explain it to the King of Slaughter?" The beauty squeezed out these words bit by bit from her throat, her eyes fixed on the long and narrow eyes opposite her.

"I'll spare you this time! There won't be a next time! You have to remember that there is a kind of person here who is not afraid of what you call the King of Slaughter!" The black figure loosened his fingers and immediately let the beauty rise from above. He fell to the ground and coughed violently. He looked down at her and said coldly, and then walked into the long and narrow corridor of the entrance without looking back.

"Compared to a little bitch like you, I'm very curious about what kind of person the King of Killing has arranged for me to be my opponent? Jie Jie Jie Jie!" The figure strode towards the only brightly lit exit. In the past, I still didn’t forget to laugh wildly and said.

"Ahem! In this city of killing, you are a desperado for everyone! If you are not afraid of the great killing king, I'm afraid there are only lunatics like you!" The beauty stood up unsteadily, looking at him with hateful eyes. The man, who was as strong as a beast, slowly disappeared from the entrance filled with dazzling light, muttering to himself.

"However, sooner or later, the King of Slaughter will clean up all of you lawless lunatics! You, the special one, are the most likely to leave, Fanma!" The beauty turned and left on high heels, and the rest of the corridor returned to its usual calm. The silence was eerie.

With a smile on his face, Ye Yu was wearing a staff uniform and pretended not to recognize Madara. He smiled and said, "Hello, sir! I am here to inform you in advance that your next match will be a formidable one in the Killing City." You're a man with a terrible reputation, winning 85 games in a row, I hope you don't die!"

There is no doubt that Wang Yuyue has already received the news that he sent his confidant Ye Yu in advance to warn Madara before he carried out this killing.

"Oh! That's really interesting! As for my death or immortality, it seems to have nothing to do with you, right? Are you thinking that I am a joke? Then you will be disappointed!" Ban said calmly. He responded, then stood up and turned towards the dark corridor. On the other side was the exit and the iron door was slowly opening.

"Sir, I hope you can be as confident as you are now after seeing that monster!" Ye Yu took a deep breath, waved goodbye to Madara's back with a chilling smile.

"Then let me see what the person you said is most likely to leave the city of killing is capable of!" The two masses of blood-colored light in Madara's eyes were burning, just as there was a war in Madara's chest. meaning.

By the time Madara had entered the killing arena, a ferocious villain filled with evil spirits also emerged from the other eight exits. They were old and young, male and female, but they all had an aura that was not easy to mess with.

At this time, they all ignored Madara's arrival, but looked at the only iron door that was still open with great fear.

"I seem to have been underestimated!" Seeing this scene, Madara did not feel afraid but became even more excited. Only by drinking the blood of the strong can he become stronger.

A tall and strong man as strong as a lion slowly took a step out of the dark passage, feeling a sense of oppression as if he were a natural enemy at the top of the food chain.

Wearing only a pair of underwear, she unscrupulously exposed herself. Her muscles were as strong as marble sculptures and her terrifying muscles. Her wild aura made people feel like she was a lion in the wild. Her light red hair was spread behind her. The moment she appeared, she was He began to look around as if no one was watching.

When that person's eyes were focused on Madara, he suddenly smiled, revealing his neat white teeth, and a biting light burst out from his eyes.

"Meet kids! My name is Fanma!"

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