Douluo Zhibo Madara

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"You look so strong! This really excites me! What about you?" Fan Ma's eyes lit up and he said as he walked, not caring that the other eight people's gazes had merged into one.

It's been a long time since I've felt such a passionate feeling.

Madara looked at Norima who was walking towards him with long strides, as if everything around him had disappeared and became no longer important. At this time, his mind could only accommodate this man who could be called his old enemy.

There is mutual induction between strong men, and Fanma felt like another lion appeared in his own territory. Even if he was far away, he could feel his tyrannical aura from a distance.

"Do you have a Norima? We should be considered the same kind of people!" With everyone stunned, Madara walked forward unprepared and stretched out his hand to grasp the palm-sized palm extended by the muscular beast in front of him. .

"Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to kill you?" Norma lowered his head and looked at Madara, who was almost half younger than him in both head and age, and grinned, revealing his pale fangs.

"Don't be afraid! I believe you won't do this!" Madara looked up and looked at this iron tower-like figure blocking the light in front of him, his eyes flashed, and he said with great determination.

Madara had already smelled the same kind of smell from the man named Norma as early as he entered the field, and the other party should also do the same.

People like them are usually called madmen. Invincibility has long been their norm. They desire victory but also enjoy the process of fighting. Without that hearty process, no matter how sweet the fruits of victory are, they will be tasteless.

"Boy, don't hold back! I can feel the energy that is about to boil suppressed in your body! Show your strongest state!" Fan Ma twitched his nose and said with a slightly tangled brow in displeasure.

"As you wish!" Madara's eyes were bright red, so bright that a normal person would die from the murderous aura and blood inside if he looked directly at them. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sinister smile, and he slowly spat out four words. .

The next moment, blood-red steam spurted out from every pore on Madara's body and gathered together, as if it had transformed into a blazing torch, making it particularly dazzling in the entire dark killing arena.

Eight Gates of Dunjia, the fifth gate of Dumen, open!

The flame phantom formed by the blood expanded several times in an instant, and the abyss-like dignified momentum swept from Madara's body like a tsunami, setting off countless waves of earth surging towards the surroundings, and surrounding Madara with tiny gravels. Floating slowly as if it had escaped gravity.

Fan Ma looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter reverberating like a bell throughout the entire Hell Killing Fields, even overpowering the noisy discussions in the audience.

Noma's red hair was blown wildly by the strong wind set off by Madara. He slowly lowered his head, with excitement and fanaticism in his eyes that could not be concealed. Looking at Madara in front of him, he solemnly declared, "Hahahaha! I really didn't make this trip this time." It’s all for nothing, it’s my greatest honor to be able to fight you or even kill you with my own hands!”

"Me too!" Madara quietly unloaded his burden, and his soul power was activated and stirred up to maintain the strongest state. The fighting spirit that was already boiling in his chest seemed to be impatient and even ready to come out, and he was always ready. Ready for the next battle.

"Hey, do you want to fight or not? I didn't pay to see you acting here!"

"Hahaha! If it doesn't work, give up the resistance quickly, and you will die faster!" The people who came to watch the game had their hands stained with countless blood in the killing city. Even if gods came to the world, they would still dare to fight hard. Fighting, at this moment, shouts and curses were directed towards Madara and Norma.

"Shut up!" Hearing these chirping sounds, the muscles on Fan Ma's face twitched slightly and suddenly became slightly ferocious. He turned his head towards the idle people in the audience and let out a hysterical roar like a lion. .

It's so disappointing!Idle people like them have no idea what this battle represents to Fan Ma?

"There are really annoying flies! Madara, why don't any of us who can finally walk out of the hell killing field alive go and clean up these flies?" Fanma's roar like a lion instantly silenced the entire field, and then he actually took care of himself. Zi Zi complained to Madara like an old friend, "Before tasting the delicious meal, seeing them is really off-putting!"

A lion can only have another lion as its friend. It was obvious that Madara and Noma had met for the first time, but they were as familiar as old friends for many years.

"After eating the big meal, of course you should clean up the flies attracted around you! I strongly agree with this!" Madara nodded happily and also smiled slightly.

"But let's play a little game to warm up! Let's see who can kill more?" Only then did Fan Ma remember that there were other people in the field, and he turned around to look at their forest-like forest. The aura of the strongest beast king made their hair stand on end.

"That's what I meant! Save me from being in the way for a while!" Madara licked the corner of his scarlet mouth slightly and said, flipping his wrist and the heavy sickle came into his hand. The sickle buzzed as if to celebrate the upcoming fight between dragons and tigers. .

The next moment, the two figures, one large and one small, turned into two cannonballs. With unstoppable momentum, they rushed towards the eight people like two speeding trains, cracking and shattering the floor and sending smoke and dust flying wherever they passed.

"Stop looking down on others! Go to hell!" It was a gangster who was as thin as a monkey but as agile as a monkey. When he saw the two men being so powerful, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. Madara rushed over.

This seemed to also wake up the other seven people. Their eyes were covered with a layer of scarlet, and they roared and rushed towards their respective targets while waving various weapons.

"How ridiculous! Do you think you can stop me like this?" There was a hint of disdain in Madara's eyes, and his speed did not slow down at all. Only the sickle that had been dragging behind him was thrown forward fiercely.

The thin monkey-like figure watched as Madara's sickle was thrown over with a whimpering sound, and he didn't even think about raising the knife to resist.

A long knife of his height was inserted deeply into the gap in the stone slab in front of him. He clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and stared at the rapidly enlarging sickle, preparing to resist the huge impact.

Close!too close!

The sickle was about to collide with his long knife, but to his surprise, the impact he imagined did not come. His own knife actually snapped like paper. Under his horrified eyes, The sickle was castrated on him who was unable to dodge, and instantly cut him into two pieces.

Madara's figure just happened to pass by him at this time, and he picked up the scythe stuck on the ground. He continued without even slowing down his pace, rushing forward as if his death was so insignificant, Such overestimation of one's abilities!

On Fanma's side, when encountering No. 1's oncoming attack, he did not resist at all and completely ignored it. The muscular body was like an indestructible tank. While the swords and weapons were approaching, countless sparks were wiped out. With a horrified look in his eyes, the man slammed into him and crushed him without any pause.

The two men were killing each other like tigers entering a flock of sheep. It couldn't be called a battle, it was a one-sided massacre. In an instant, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and the air was filled with an indispensable smell of blood.

In front of Madara and Norma, who have turned into killing machines, all resistance is almost in vain and will only increase their despair!

No matter how powerful the attacks are, they have no effect on them. The two of them are like Shura and demons sent by the gods to the human world to punish the sinful people.

"I killed four!" When everything had settled, Madara flicked the blood on his sickle, turned to Noma and raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that we have no winner in this game!" Fan Ma also shrugged slightly, threw a frightened-looking head on the ground and rolled it around a few times, saying with a trace of regret on his face.

The game is over!

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