Douluo Zhibo Madara

The terrifying fluctuations that burst out in an instant turned everything around to ashes, and there was light everywhere that drowned everything. Everyone's ears were filled with a sound like the sky was shattering, as if time had lost its meaning at this moment. .

After an unknown amount of time, the vision of several other Titled Douluo finally recovered. A huge canyon-like sinkhole appeared where the Tailed Beast Jade had originally been bombarded, and a mushroom cloud slowly rose up like a nuclear bomb.

As for the figures of the two titled Douluo Qianjun and Jianglong, they may have been turned into powder, and not even a single fragment can be found.

The scene just now was like the world collapsing, it was really terrifying!

"Gudu!" Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who were lucky enough to escape with their lives, couldn't help but swallow. The cold sweat had already soaked the clothes on their backs.

"Is it your turn next?" Ban joked, looking at the several titled Douluo standing stiffly on the opposite mountain, but his voice was filled with a hint of coldness.

However, at this moment, a stream of gold and black light pierced the sky and landed with a dazzling light.

"It's been such a long time! Uchiha Madara!" Before the smoke and dust dissipated, the strange and arrogant laughter came from it.

"Yan! Why is it you, kid? Where is the pope? And the old man who is offering sacrifices is not here?" Ju Douluo breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that figure, but when he saw the man's face clearly, he suddenly My heart couldn't help but lift.

"Lord Ju Douluo, please rest assured! The Great Priest gave me this!" Yan confidently showed off a simple and exquisite long sword that he had been holding in his arms.

The long sword was about four feet long, and the blade shone with a bit of cold light. The guard was engraved with the wings of an angel, and even had a faint golden stream of light. There seemed to be countless rays of light surging in it.

"Is this? The phantom of the Angel Sword condensed by the Grand Priest himself! This is almost close to the real thing!" As a dark creature, Ghost Douluo's martial soul is naturally extremely sensitive to light elements. Seeing that it is almost the same as the real thing. Xuying couldn't help but exclaimed.

The Angel Holy Sword is an artifact of the God of Angels, but it is not stored in a holy place. Instead, it exists in the blood of the Angel Spirit clan. The more powerful the summoned shadow is, the closer it is to the artifact itself. Wait until this group If someone breaks through to the realm of God, then the real angel holy sword will naturally be summoned directly.

"No wonder you can fly before you reach the level of Titled Douluo! It turns out that you have found someone who is good at it!" Madara narrowed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips, his eyes slightly solemn as he said.

Seeing the familiar silhouette of the Angel Sword, a bold guess appeared in Madara's mind. Could it be that Qian Renxue came from the Spirit Hall?

If this is the case, it makes sense that Qian Renxue can also summon the phantom of the Angel Holy Sword. In the words of Tang San Jiao Ban, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. This move from Wuhun Palace is really beautiful!

"Don't you really think that you can kill me with a so-called artifact?" Madara watched these people silently like a god, and his movements of raising and lowering the knife became even more fierce.

Several titled Douluo and Yan fled from the small mountain peak they had just occupied, and then a waterfall-like cold sword light passed by silently. Everyone was stunned and the entire mountaintop actually tilted. It slid down along the incision made by the slash.

"Why can he actually become so strong? I have worked so hard! Damn it!" Yan's eyes became extremely dark, as if the malice of the whole world was settling in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth while avoiding it. Hysterical rage arose inside.

However, Madara didn't give them a moment to breathe. While slashing with his sword, another tailed beast jade began to condense in the mouth of the nine lamas.

"We can't delay it any longer! The two adults and the other four adults should use your trump cards! Otherwise, they will all die!" Yan was like a fly in the air, dodging countless flying rocks. In the battle that destroyed the world, he seemed extremely insignificant. Occasionally, Oni Douluo, Kikudouluo, and the others would fight back, but if they hit the blue armor formed by Susanoo, they would recover as before in a moment, posing no threat to Madara at all.

"Four banners rule the world! Seal the sky and lock the earth in all directions! Lock it to me!" The quadruplets of titled Douluo took a deep breath in unison, and then with an explosion of Qi all over their bodies, a voice like a Hong Zhong Da Lu echoed in the air for a long time. With.

But as they spoke, one after another four-color chains in the void condensed and formed out of thin air. They were intertwined and entangled with each other and soon formed a net that tightly enveloped Madara's powerful Susanoo.

"It seems that I have to put in some effort!" Nine Lama roared when he felt that Madara's soul power was already a little weak. He struggled desperately in his heavy armor, which relieved some of the burden on Madara who was exerting his soul power.

"It's not enough! Stop hiding it, you two old guys!" The four titled Douluo stood in the void in all directions, stretching their hands forward to output soul power desperately, but it was still a drop in the bucket. The pupils that were originally black and white had become crazy due to The force was bloodshot, and the bulging muscles of the bite squeezed out these words from the roots of the teeth.

"Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Liangyi Stationary Domain!" After Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo evaded another slashing attack with great effort, they looked at each other as if they had a tacit understanding, and then shouted at the same time.

The next moment, the figures of the two people gradually blurred and disappeared. Instead, a golden light and a black light appeared entangled with each other. A huge Tai Chi pattern slowly formed, and rapidly expanded and fell from the sky towards the powerful Susan. go.

"It's actually a domain?" A hint of gloom flashed in Madara's eyes and he started panting violently. The powerful Susan, who was moving as usual, seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and his speed became slower and slower under the thick air around him.

"It's now!" The darkness in Yan's eyes seemed to have turned into a black hole. At this moment, the flames of darkness were burning all over his body. The expression on his face, whether it was pain or pleasure, looked abnormally crazy. He tried his best to move towards the six people. The spots on Susanoo's forehead that were controlled by the Titled Douluo flew away quickly.

"Watch me smash your turtle shell!" Yan's face was filled with the joy of getting revenge, which made his smile become distorted. The countless deep and shallow scars were like writhing centipedes, and he laughed maniacally.

With just one stroke, Susanoo, who was originally indestructible, was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the angel's holy sword. The gem where the spot on the Nine Lama's forehead was shattered, and Yan, who was already close to madness, jumped in without hesitation. Fighting with Madara.

Without hesitation, Madara picked up the sickle and fan behind his back to block Yan, who took advantage of the situation in mid-air and raised the angel holy sword with both hands to strike down hard. The two of them put their weapons together, and Madara looked at the twisted cheek so close, Even though he was still breathing heavily, he still sneered: "Do you think you can defeat me like this? Ridiculous!"

"You will definitely die here today!" Yan stared at the face that appeared in his nightmares countless times. It was this expression of ridicule, sarcasm, and contempt mixed together that cut through his heart like a knife every time. , like a wounded beast making its final roar.

However, the reality was extremely cruel. Even Ban, who had consumed too much, easily suppressed Yan within a few rounds, leaving several deep wounds on his body.

"Hahaha! Ban, let me let you taste the hatred I've had for so many years!" Yan was kicked to the side by Ban and flew into the air. After landing, he staggered back a few steps and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but all of this Yan couldn't help but He couldn't care anymore, but his already dark eyes could clearly see the utter madness that wanted Madara to eat his flesh.

Endless black viscous substance drilled out from the pores of Yan's limbs, and Yan instantly threw himself in front of Madara with a happy smile.

It's really sad, then I will finally finish you off!The strong one is always right!

With compassion for the weak in Madara's eyes, he held the sickle in both hands and swept it fiercely towards Yan's neck, who did not dodge.

puff!

Yan's head soared into the sky instantly, and countless blood spurted out from his neck like a bloody rain. Yan's head fell to the ground, but the weird twisted smile still hung on his face, and the body did not fall down. He grabbed Madara's hands holding the scythe strangely tightly, and the dark viscous substance instantly covered and stuck to him, immediately imprisoning Madara's hands firmly.

"Madara! Come and die with me! Hahaha!" The whisper was as ethereal as a ghost, but it really appeared in Madara's ears and finally slowly dissipated. That was Yan's voice.

How is this going?

Before Madara could be horrified, the angel sword that originally fell to the ground did not dissipate but burst out with endless light, converging into a figure composed of flowing light. A pair of vicissitudes of life and ruthless eyes swept across Madara, holding the angel sword as if he was making a desperate move. The assassin turned into a golden lightning and arrived instantly.

Those eyes revealed the majesty of a high position and could see through the vicissitudes of the world, but there was no trace of murderous intent, just a solemn indifference, as if they were just crushing an ant and not worthy of his attention.

This was the last scene Madara saw, and then he felt a pain in his chest, and all the strength in his body disappeared as if it had been drained. First, such an idea appeared inexplicably before falling into darkness.

Qian Daoliu!