Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Next, there will be an absolute offensive and defensive combination that has completed eight consecutive victories, the Blue Poison Frog and the Iron Snail, facing off against the newly formed indifferent combination." The original host's tone hesitated when he read the word indifferent, thinking that he had read it wrong. , and then smiled stiffly and wanted to continue reading, but was interrupted by bursts of ridicule.

"Hahahahahahaha I'm laughing so hard. It doesn't matter. The name really doesn't matter." The blue poison frog, who looked thin and tall and exuded a sinister aura, covered his stomach and laughed until he couldn't breathe.

"Hahahahaha, just, just, that's it." The soul master named Iron Snail, who was as fat as a giant tortoise, laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out.

Led by the two of them, the entire spirit fighting arena rang with sighs and even laughter. All the audience couldn't help but look down upon this combination of weird names.

The host wanted to introduce him several times, but when he saw the two people's arrogant attitude, he took out a tissue and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He looked down at the name that represented bloodshed in the spirit fighting arena again, and ran away as if running for his life. Off stage.

"Laughing, why don't you keep laughing?" A cold voice with a slight echo sounded suddenly from another entrance. In the eyes of everyone who was shocked or even horrified, Madara's voice slowly came out of the exit.

At this moment, in the Soul Fighting Arena, both on the Soul Fighting stage and in the auditorium, there was an audible silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on that blood-red figure.

"Blood, blood, blood," the armored snail pointed at Madara with a trembling finger, and still stammered, but the original ridicule in his tone was replaced by a trembling of fear.

"Why don't you continue?" Madara seemed as relaxed as walking into his own home, and glanced at the audience who were like a duck being strangled by the neck.

Under the gaze of those blood-eyed eyes, everyone lowered their heads with guilty conscience. No one dared to look into those murderous eyes.

"Is it absolutely ridiculous to be absolutely offensive and defensive?" Madara mocked mercilessly.

"Brother Madara, these are two soul masters." Oscar next to him tugged at Madara's body, displaying the word cautiousness vividly.

The two soul masters are so ridiculous. Even the Asuka wouldn't dare to laugh at him like this, Uchiha Madara.

"Brothers, can we discuss it?" The blue poisonous frog squinted its eyes. It was clear that the frog's martial spirit was like a hidden poisonous snake.

From the Blue Poison Frog's point of view, no matter how powerful Madara was, it would be impossible for him to forcefully kill the two of them one on two. After all, the food-based soul master was a burden to Madara.

As everyone knows, the reason why Madara came to fight souls in Oscar is because it is more challenging.

"What qualifications do you have to discuss with me, Uchiha Madara?" Madara laughed, and then suddenly stopped and stared at them without any emotion.

"Keep your martial arts food and get out." Madara was still staring ahead, but stretched out his hand to the stunned Oscar, and said with a finger.

"Brother Madara, can I stay?" Oscar looked expectantly in his eyes, and Ma looked at Madara hopefully: "I want to help you too."

"Help me" Ban silently dismissed, holding the scythe behind his back and the fan that had just been repaired by Tang San, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and said: "What can you help me with?"

When Oscar heard this sentence, he was struck by lightning, and his body trembled slightly. His energy seemed to have been drained from his whole body, and he suddenly became completely lost.

"I have a big sausage, I have a small sausage." He Wei chanted an obscene spell, and several sausages of different sizes appeared in front of the Oscar audience, and then were handed to Madara's hand.

And Oscar said it was the endless loneliness of the figure who silently walked down from the Soul Fighting Altar.

All this was seen in Madara's eyes, and his eyes flickered constantly, as if he was thinking about something.

Do you want to become stronger? Maybe you have to see if you have the capacity to become a strong person.

Such thoughts flashed through Madara's mind, and then he began to immerse himself in enjoying the battle again.

"Okay, let me let you, the blood-eyed Shura, know that our two brothers are not vegetarians." The blue poison frog originally wanted to sneak attack the food soul master, but he didn't expect to be kicked out of the field by Madara, but he was angry enough. At some point, he even dared to threaten Madara.

"Yes, yes, yes" it looked like a stuttering armored snail struggled to squeeze out these words.

"Go" The blue poison frog was the first to be unable to bear it any longer, and roared as the martial spirit possessed him. At the same time, his body was like a frog, constantly shooting towards Madara.

"Sure enough, it's just a toad." Ban Leng looked at the blue poison frog rushing towards him, as if he was looking at a jumping clown.

"Poison Tongue Ejection" The first spirit ring behind the blue poison frog flashed, its big mouth opened its long tongue, and it shot towards Madara who was standing in the camp like a sharp sword.

"It actually worked." The blue poison frog couldn't help but be overjoyed as he watched his tongue accurately wrap around Madara's motionless arm.

This is the famous God of Killing in the Blood-pupiled Shura Factory. If the driver can defeat or even kill him, can he also do it?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the Blue Poison Frog's mind. This easy success made his ambitions inflate in an instant.

The blue poison frog looked at Madara with fiery eyes, with evil intentions in his eyes, as if he was treating Madara as a delicious meal.

"What a disgusting soul skill." Madara's arm was pulled up by the blue poison frog. He looked down at the mucus on his tongue and frowned.

"Come here." As an agility-attack soul master, Blue Poison Frog usually strikes as fast as lightning and is caught off guard. He immediately drags his tongue and yanks back hard.

But what is unexpected is that the blue poison frog's turn not only did not have the expected effect, but was staggered by the reaction force.

On the other hand, Madara remained motionless, standing tall and straight like a rooted green pine, without being affected at all.

"It's my turn next." The slightly crazy smile on Madara's face gave Blue Poison Frog a bad feeling in his heart.

"Enjoy it." Madara grasped the blue poison frog's tongue tightly, removing the mucus and fishy smell on it, and then swung it away like a sledgehammer.

"Woo!" The blue poison frog just wanted to pull back the nearest tongue, but was instantly pulled away. He felt that the person facing him was not a human soul master at all, but a giant soul beast as strong as an ox.

boom

The blue poison frog was lifted up by Madara, and then violently thrown to the ground. In an instant, a large crater was made on the floor, and countless fragments were splashed.

The blue poison frog was smashed to pieces in an instant, and his body was in burning pain, as if all his internal organs had been displaced.

The blue poison frog, which had not yet reacted, was swung again in an instant, and Madara's disdainful voice could be faintly heard in his ears.

"Absolute offense and defense is really ridiculous"