Douluo Zhibo Madara

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"It's really abominable! Lord King of Slaughter!" Blood Rain Douluo clenched his fists tightly and said indignantly.

"Is this why you and Xingfeng came to me?" The King of Slaughter on the throne was still so elegant and calm, with a pair of blood-red eyes flashing cold light, and he asked extremely coldly.

"Because of his evil behavior, hundreds of people were robbed and killed in the Hell Killing Fields when they went out! This is obviously because they don't take you seriously! He should be executed!" Blood Rain Douluo pointed to the side and knelt down. Wang Yuyue, who was on the ground, said this with embarrassment, as if he was doing it entirely for the benefit of the adults.

"Xingfeng, do you have anything to say about Madara?" The tall figure of the King of Slaughter stretched forward slightly and stared at Wang Yuyue, who was half-kneeling on the ground in front of the audience, respectfully.

"I think it's better for our law enforcement team not to take action! Because this is the city of killing and there are no rules! The boy named Madara was able to clean the onlookers in the Hell Killing Fields solely by virtue of his own strength! What can we do? What's the reason?" Wang Yuyue raised his head slightly and looked at the extremely oppressive figure, and suggested calmly.

"To kill hundreds of people with the power of one person, even when he was seriously injured and exhausted, he is indeed a talent!" The King of Slaughter slowly stood up from the throne. He was more than one foot tall and stood on the throne behind him. Against the background, he looked like a demon god standing tall and tall, and said in an inexplicable tone: "It's a pity that you can't use it for me!"

"But Sir..." Blood Rain Douluo opened his mouth unwillingly, but when he saw the slightly impatient eyes of the King of Slaughter, he immediately swallowed the words that came to his mouth unwillingly.

"You all go down! It seems that we have another killing god in our killing city!" The killing king casually waved his hand to signal them to retreat, raised his head and stared at the blood moon through the skylight and said with emotion. .

"Yes!" After the two people saluted respectfully, they slowly took a few steps back before turning around and leaving in a quick stride.

"It seems that the descendant of God Shura has really arrived! If you just want to obtain the realm of the God of Killing and leave, for the sake of your former colleagues, I can let you go! If you want the divine position, hum!" The entire hall It seemed extremely empty and gloomy, with only the majestic and burly figure of the King of Slaughter muttering to himself.

"Impossible! That King of Slaughter should be Old Bat!" After hearing Madara's speculation, Kelder said with a look of disbelief.

"But according to the information I got, it has not been more than a few hundred years since the King of Slaughter came to the City of Slaughter! How do you explain this?" Madara was not angry when he heard Kelder's rebuttal, but instead asked someone interested asked rhetorically.

"I don't know about this either! We can only wait until we see him! Your task now is to clear the Hell Killing Fields first!" Kaizi shook his head in embarrassment and immediately tried his best to change the subject.

"Then let me show you my true power!" A glimmer of light flashed in Madara's eyes, and he gently stroked the gleaming blade of the sickle that had been slightly repaired by the best craftsmen in the Killing City and could barely be used. His eyebrows were full of arrogance and rebelliousness.

The 59th game!

"King Shura! King Shura! King Shura!" Some people gradually began to chant Madara's name fanatically, looking at him with extremely hot eyes.

"Would you like to come together?" Madara stood alone and raised his fingers contemptuously at the other nine people who were vaguely united, showing his contempt for them with every move he made.

Several other people looked at each other and then roared and rushed towards Madara with various weapons.

"In the face of absolute power, these scum will eventually be crushed!" Madara laughed wildly, and the sound of the scythe in his hand sounded like the god of death calling out to the world.

The 76th game!

"Don't think that we will be afraid of you!" A bearded man who was obviously much more powerful than the others shouted inwardly as he walked towards the park step by step.

However, the next moment, Madara's figure turned into a stream of light and passed by with ease at a speed that they could not react. Behind him, there were muffled sounds of flesh falling to the ground one after another.

A red-light street in the Killing City was filled with red willows, green warblers, singing and dancing birds, but Madara's indifferent figure holding a sickle seemed out of place here.

"Are you the Ripper who won 69 consecutive games in the Hell Killing Fields?" Madara stepped into a luxurious private room step by step, looking directly at the scarred face who was hugging him from left to right and asked without hesitation.

"Friend! Those who come here are all looking for fun! What do you want?" Scarface pushed the beauty in his arms away, stood up slowly, and looked at Madara with fear, trying to fool him. Cross the border.

"What a coincidence! I'm here to relax too, but the way I relax is a little different!" Madara just watched quietly as Scarface picked up the weapon he had left aside and put it into position without stopping, but he said that A bright smile looked even weirder under those scarlet eyes.

There is only one way for me to relax, fight!

The 100th game was also Madara’s last game in the Killing City!

It has been almost a year and a half since Madara entered the Killing City, and it took him a full year to go from 50 games to 100 games.

It's not because Madara is so difficult. On the contrary, it becomes easier the further you hit him. However, King Madara Shura's name is getting louder and louder, causing more and more villains to subconsciously avoid this killer who is certain in everyone's eyes. god.

Only those who had lived in the killing city for a year and had to participate in the killing fields of hell were turned into cannon fodder and were continuously sent to Madara.

In the end, Madara almost lost his interest in fighting, just like a sleeping lion ignoring the little mouse that occasionally passed by in front of him.

In the end, Madara was so itchy that he couldn't help but visit the homes of those villains who had played more than 50 games. Except for a few that were eye-catching, all the others were a bunch of scum!

Madara has almost wiped out all the people in the entire Killing City for more than sixty or seventy games, and even fought with Blood Rain Douluo who couldn't help but take action, causing both sides to lose. That bastard was completely shameless and actually discovered Madara's weakness. Behind his back I can't urinate when there are people around.

But that bloody rain really pissed off Madara, almost beating him to the point of paralysis. If he hadn't been so quick, he might have even lost his life!

Madara was slowly about to walk into the long and narrow corridor that he had entered countless times. At this moment, he suddenly stopped. The stone wall of the corridor had handprints on it.

The next moment, after being tempered by countless battles in the Killing City, the horror could be seen by ordinary people's eyes. The surrounding temperature dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, as if it was the cold winter of March [-]th.

Countless murderous intentions gathered on Madara's palm, and when he slowly moved away, a bloody handprint was left behind, exuding endless killing intent. Through it, it seemed that a murderous god could be vaguely seen staring across the distance in time and space. With you.

"Just think of it as a souvenir here!" Madara said to the person behind him who appeared in the perception without looking back.

"Don't forget our promise!" Wang Yuyue looked at Madara with complicated eyes as he didn't answer him and was slowly swallowed up by the darkness in the corridor and disappeared.

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