Douluo Zhibo Madara

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Without hesitation, Madara drew out his scythe and held it in front of him to block. Then he was hit hard by Norma, who was like a crazy bull. The terrifying power was instantly transmitted through the scythe to Madara's hands. On the arm, Madara's arm felt numb due to the shock.

Madara's feet dug deeply into the ground, leaving two deep and long ravines that could withstand Norma's powerful crushing impact. However, before Madara could take a breath, Norma slapped him with a palm the size of a leaf fan. He had already swung it down hard.

The whimpering sound of the wind was obviously only a human hand, but it was far more powerful than Madara's usual waving of the fan.

"It's simply not human!" Madara relied on the explosive power generated by the sixth gate of the Eight Gate Dunjia, Kagemon, and leaned his scythe down on the ground. He kicked forward desperately with his feet in the air, and met Noma's iron palms head-on.

"It doesn't look like a human being at all!" Rao Shiban's body has been tempered for many times and has far surpassed the same level. However, when faced with Fan Ma's monster-like power, the blood in his chest was still shocked.

Fan Ma's hands were slightly curled up to ease the pressure, and his body was like steel nails stuck in the ground, trembling slightly without taking a step back. His eyes were filled with stars, like a liger that had been hungry for a long time, looking greedily at its prey.

Don't let me underestimate you!spot!

Madara seemed to also see the provocation in Norma's eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned stronger and stronger, and he strode forward with his scythe behind him at a faster speed than when he retreated just now.

Norma saw this scene and still did not dodge. With his bare hands, his most powerful weapon was his body. One arm was like a steel whip and he whipped towards Madara and even made a sound and exploded in this open space. The battlefield was extremely loud.

Madara was already very close to Norma's iron arm, but at this moment, Madara's speed did not slow down at all. He knelt on his knees and used the momentum to slide forward like a stream of light. The scythe held tightly in one hand carried a huge Inertia was swung by Madara regardless, and he whipped Noma's knee hard.

Norma was also caught off guard by this blow, and only felt a slight pain in his knees. It turned out that the blade of Madara's scythe hit the side of his knee, and the blade of the scythe was being tilted towards Madara. Then he pulled hard, hooking towards Fan Ma's leg like a hook.

As we all know, a person's knee joints, especially the leg bends, have the least amount of muscle coverage due to the need for frequent flexible activities. Even for a horse, as long as it does not transcend the category of a human being, it must be one of its weaknesses.

"How are you going to face it? Norma!" Madara thought excitedly as he looked at the shimmering sickle blade getting closer and closer to the crook of Norma's leg.

Norma's heart trembled, and he also knew that Madara's attack was so cruel and subtle. Once the tendon in the crook of the leg was severed, the leg would be useless, and Norma's strength would be greatly reduced.

Then the scythe blade with a huge force was hooked on the crook of Noma's leg, and it seemed to have been cut on a very tough piece of cowhide. The wrinkles had been torn out, but it was not cut open as Madara expected. .

At this moment of being blocked, Norma's legs bent according to the power of the scythe and he squatted down. Under Madara's gaze, the scythe was clamped directly and unable to move.

The blood from the crook of Noma's leg flowed down drop by drop along the angular calf muscles. It turned out that Madara's attack was still effective.

"No one has hurt me in a long time! You are the only one in recent years!" Noma did not dodge, allowing Madara to raise his foot and kick him hard on the chin, making him slightly shake. Leaning back, Fanma actually closed his eyes slightly and said with great enjoyment.

"Might as well let it flow more!" Madara sneered slightly. The iron chain wrapped around the sickle and the fan had been untied at some point, and it was put around Noma's neck. The veins on Madara's forehead showed as he moved his left foot forward. He stepped heavily on the ground, his center of gravity sank slightly, and then he held the iron chain in both hands and suddenly threw Lijiang Fanma's body, which was as heavy as a ton, into the air.

"Is this your trump card?" Noma was extremely surprised in the air. He turned his head slightly in the air and glanced at Madara who appeared behind him as if he was teleporting.

"Remember the name of this move, Pyo Lianhua!" Madara smiled slightly, revealing his neat white teeth, which for some reason made people shudder.

Nouma, who was stranded in the air, was unable to resist Madara, who had high strength of mobility. In other words, he had no intention of resisting, so he watched helplessly as Madara used slender chains to create a fine net around him, and then Came in front of him.

"Let me see if you are strong enough to see this lotus flower bloom!" Madara, with his black hair flying freely, released an indescribable momentum all over his body. His eyes were only white, but they gave people a feeling as sharp as knives. Before he finished speaking, Ban grabbed one end of the iron chain and pulled back suddenly, causing the originally loose iron chain net to tighten suddenly and tie up Fan Ma firmly.

At this time, the two of them had reached a height of three or four floors. Madara was attached to the back of Norma's huge body, which was wrapped like a mummy. The direction he adjusted was like a meteorite. Under the gravity of the earth, It fell towards the ground under the influence.

"Hahahahahaha! Let the strongest body that I am proud of collide with your years!" Noma was clearly at the end of his rope, but he did not struggle, still smiling with joy and letting Madara lead him to fall to the ground. , the speed was so fast that he could only hear the whining wind in his ears.

Like an asteroid hitting the continent, Madara was seen clinging to Noma's body, dragging a long bloody tail flame and falling heavily to the ground with an unstoppable momentum.

boom!

The spectators only felt the ground shake violently, and spider web-like cracks appeared one after another, just like the branches of trees spreading crazily from the field, and even tearing apart the thick protective wall.

The vast aftermath made them stand up involuntarily, supporting the handrails of the guardrail with both hands, leaning forward and looking down into the smoke-filled field, their eyes filled with morbid excitement and curiosity.

"Is this lotus beautiful?" The smoke dispersed slightly, revealing a thin black shadow. Just the size of the figure told people that it was not Fanma but Madara who could stand.

"Look, it's really beautiful! I really hope that person can be smashed to pieces so that this flower can be beautiful enough!" The sharp-eyed onlookers have already seen the general shape through the thin smoke and dust that has not yet dissipated. , pointing down and shouting loudly.

Under the haze of smoke, the cracks that originally spread on the ground were faintly transformed into rough lines depicting the lotus poured with blood.

In the sinkhole created by the impact in the middle part, sputtering scarlet blood spread all over every corner, and the bright stamens of a lotus were so dazzling.

Fan Ma's body was densely covered with wounds, lying motionless and silent in the center as if he had become a corpse.

"You don't think I'm going to die like this, do you?" Noma grabbed Madara's ankle and smashed him to the ground as if he were pretending to be a corpse. It was obvious that blood was flowing from all the seven orifices, but his momentum did not weaken. Instead, it became more brutal.

Madara held his head slightly to cushion the impact of the impact when he landed, and finally took this opportunity to break free from Noma's iron-clamped hands. After landing, he rolled several times before the terrifying force was relieved.

At this time, both of them were covered in blood and looked extremely miserable and embarrassed, but a bright light called fighting spirit flashed in their eyes. These small pains would not only not affect them, but would make them stronger.

The two of them roared and rushed toward each other with an incomparable tacit understanding. Whether it was Norma's iron fist or the scythe that Madara had just landed on the ground, they had already formed afterimages, dazzling the spectators in the stands.

The sound of gold and iron clashing and the muffled sound of flesh colliding from time to time are like the beautiful music of killing on the battlefield. The waves are louder than the waves, and there is a little blood splattered from time to time, which further elevates this performance. Toward the climax.

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