Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Do you still have to take care of these? It's really troublesome!" After Ban left Qian Renxue, he heard shouts of killing outside Emperor Xue Ye's palace, and one after another wolf-like soul masters frantically attacked the imperial guards. The defense line is already at a critical moment.

Madara looked at the soul masters of Wuhun Hall who were scurrying like ants under the city wall with expressions neither happy nor sad, except that there was a large circle of ripples in space behind them.

Groups of Ninja disciples were teleported here, including Huo Wu and Shui Binger who were already gearing up.

To deal with such little miscellaneous fish, of course Madara doesn't need to personally take action, and he just happens to use them as a whetstone for Ninja disciples.

"Go! Kill them all!" Madara slowly raised his hand and waved it forward gently.

The wolf-like and tiger-like Ninja disciples who had been cultivated behind him took action upon hearing the wind, turning into an unstoppable torrent and sweeping away from the melee battlefield below.

"Fire Escape. Fireball!" Almost all the disciples of the Fire Department Academy formed the seal in unison, and then opened their mouths, mixed with the fire soul power that was close to boiling, and spit out a huge fireball towards the crowd in the Spirit Hall on the battlefield.

In an instant, it was like fire coming from heaven. The fireball of G203, with terrifying high temperature, hit the crowd in the Wuhun Hall who was caught off guard. There were violent explosions one after another, and the remaining limbs were flying everywhere in an instant, and blood was splashing everywhere.

"Go! Kill them for me!" But the commander of Wuhun Palace quickly noticed this new force that had rejoined, and shouted loudly to the surrounding soul masters who had been stunned by this series of attacks.

The Wuhun Palace was so large that a group of ferocious soul masters with nearly a thousand people soon formed and charged towards them in a menacing manner.

"Ninja attack!" Feng Xiaotian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he roared at the same time.

As soon as Feng Xiaotian finished speaking, the disciples from the four major colleges who had been prepared threw various ninja tools one after another, and for a moment they were like locusts and even made the sky darken.

The soul masters of Wuhun Palace did not expect that the opponent would attack like this, and they were caught off guard and suffered a lot of casualties. Then, their indomitable momentum was suddenly gone, and they were hit head-on by the thunderous disciples of the Lei Department. , looking down from the sky, cutting slits like a hot knife slicing butter.

"Lei Dun. Let's go!"

"Fire escape. Ghost lantern!"

"Wind Escape. Gale Break!"

The Ninja disciples on the field also used all their strength, using various ninjutsu like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep to kill everyone in the Soul Hall. There were only a few hundred people, but they suppressed enemies several times their size. Beat them until they can't lift their heads.

"Don't panic, hold on tight!" The commander at the center was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He thought to himself why there was no movement from the two titled Douluo masters. It couldn't be...

The leader no longer dared to think about it any more, because that would be a real disaster for the soul masters who came to support them from the Spirit Hall!

"Your opponent is me!" Feng Xiaotian relied on the agility of his martial spirit to arrive in front of the commander as if teleporting, and without hesitation shot a spiral pill out of his hand.

The commander was also a seven-ring soul saint, but Feng Xiaotian relied on his soul skills to keep up with Feng. The fight was back and forth, and the fight became so entangled that he couldn't concentrate on commanding.

"Save King Qin! Kill me!" At this time, Flanders and other teachers finally arrived with reinforcements from Shrek Academy. Shrek's other five monsters were also mixed in, and they were quite capable of blocking the way of killing gods and Buddhas. The feeling of Buddha.

Without the guidance of a commanding officer, the Wuhun Palace was now in chaos, and its momentum was retreating. However, within a short time, the army was defeated like a mountain, and they were defeated one after another.

Seeing that the victory was certain, everyone else noticed the figure on the palace wall that looked like a god looking down at the world. He still had such a flamboyant style, and his long hedgehog-like hair was fluttering in the strong wind. He just stood there, It was as if he had become the focus of attention on the battlefield.

"Brother Madara, you're still alive. It's great!" Oscar looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and his voice was choked and even trembled.

"It's really Brother Madara, am I not dreaming?" Ma Hongjun rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he was afraid that Madara in front of him was just an illusory phantom.

"Hmm! Long time no see!" Madara jumped down from the palace wall. After landing, the impact immediately shattered several floors. His eyebrows were still so cold and arrogant, as if his appearance had not changed at all.

"Shouldn't you be killed by Wuhun Palace? Why are you still here now? Even they..." When the master saw his old friend who could be said to have been friends for many years, his clouded face became a little brighter. , opened his mouth and asked the questions in everyone's mind.

"If you die, can you still be resurrected?" Madara said nonchalantly, as if this shocking event was not worth mentioning in his heart. Then he looked at the four academy leaders who were half kneeling on the ground and clapped his hands slightly. While signaling them to get up, he said naturally: "As for them, I think with your intelligence, you can't guess it, right?"

"I just can't believe it! I didn't expect that the mysterious cloaked man who has stirred up troubles on the mainland in recent years is actually you!" The master rubbed his chin slightly and said in surprise.

"Anyway, it would be great if Brother Madara can come back!" Ning Rongrong said with great joy, expressing everyone's thoughts.

"Brother! Welcome home!" Tang San's face was still pale, and the white gauze wrapped around his body was still soaked with traces of blood, but with Dugu Bo's support, he still held Xiao Wu's hand with one hand and walked unsteadily to Ban. said with a smile in front of him.

"I'm making you worry!" Madara subconsciously raised his hand. He originally wanted to pat Tang San on the shoulder, but suddenly he froze in the air again, because at this time, Tang San's body was covered with bruises and there was no good piece of flesh on his body.

Just when Madara was about to calmly withdraw his hand, Tang San's pale cheeks burst into a bright smile from the bottom of his heart, and he slowly lowered his head slightly in understanding.

Madara was stunned for a moment, but he felt as if another warm current passed through his heart, and he understood with a faint smile.

Madara touched Tang San's long sea-blue hair very gently with his hand. It was as if time had flown backwards at this moment. In a daze, they seemed to have returned to the carefree and happy time when they were children.

"I am the elder brother, and you are the younger brother!" Madara, with a tender face, rubbed the helpless Tang San's hair vigorously, revealing a doting smile, exactly the same as his current posture.