Douluo Zhibo Madara

The bright light bullet bounced back in the direction of the armored snail at a faster speed, causing him to be in chaos in an instant.

The armored snail knows how powerful his third soul skill is. This is what he calls the strongest attack and defense.

"Snail Armor Bronze Residence" The iron-clad snail faced the light group with its back, struggling desperately to use its second soul skill. The huge snail shell on its back grew crazily, and shone with a brass-like luster.

At this point in the battle, the overall situation has been decided, and the defeat of the two absolute attackers and defenders is inevitable.

And in the case of Madara being annoyed, it is self-evident that the two absolutely offensive and defensive scenes are there.

boom

A huge explosion sounded, and a large crater was blasted out of the area where the armored snail was. The dust was flying and it was difficult to see what was going on inside.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the armored snail was lying on the ground in a bloody state, with no good piece of meat on its body. On the mountain, the snail's shell was also shattered, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground. It lay quietly on the ground, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

"Author bloodline Shura, invincible." The audience on the stage cheered for Ban, and the fanatical atmosphere spread in the spirit fighting arena.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't kill me." The blue-red frog was far less courageous than before, stuttering as if he had inherited the stammer from his partner, the armored snail.

"I won't kill you." Madara walked towards the Blue Red Frog step by step and said with a playful look on his face: "Is there any value in keeping you?"

"Please, please, please, I can follow you and work as a horse for you." The blue-red frog knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Madara, begging for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

"Oh, do you still want to follow me?" Madara finally squatted in front of him, reached out and patted the blue-red frog's cheek, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Really?"

"Yes, yes," Lan Chi Frog seemed to have grasped the last straw and nodded crazily, not caring about the boos from the audience.

"How dare you follow me, no matter what trash?" Madara suddenly changed his face and said with a cold face, and at the same time slapped the blue and red frog away hard.

Madara didn't even look at him, turned around and walked away, as if looking at him one more time would dirty his eyes.

Even the gravel of the ninja world in his previous life would not kneel down and beg for mercy like this. Such a person actually trying to follow him. Uchiha Madara is really the biggest joke in the world.

He thought that the people who followed him in his previous life were either Uchiha Obito or Black Zetsu. They were all ruthless people. If he accepted this piece of trash, it would be a complete loss of face for him.

The blue-red frog slowly got up from the ground, half of its face was swollen, but a malicious light flashed from the tiny slits in its eyes, and then it stood up quietly.

"Go to hell!" With twisted pleasure on the face of the blue-red frog, while shouting this sentence, his flexible tongue went straight towards Madara's head.

"Brother Madara, be careful!" Shrek and everyone on the stage couldn't help but exclaimed, and hurriedly reminded Madara, who had his back to the blue-red frog.

But Uchiha Madara, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, learned to fall here so easily

Madara didn't look back, and continued to walk forward step by step with an expressionless face, but when he turned his wrist, a bloody kunai appeared in his hand.

Just when the frog's tongue was about to touch Madara's neck, Madara's hand held the dagger and slashed back as fast as lightning.

puff

The blood-red kunai was originally made of iron essence, and coupled with Tang San's exquisite craftsmanship, Madara had always kept it like a treasure, and now it showed a side that was as sharp as cutting iron as mud.

The disgusting tongue of the blue-red frog was directly cut in two, and a section of the tongue fell to the ground and twitched, looking extremely disgusting.

"Woo!" Lan Red Frog took a few steps back and covered his mouth, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing, making him scream.

"I've given you a chance." Madara turned around, his eyes were cold and murderous, and his voice seemed to come from the cold winter: "Killing you really makes my hands dirty."

Those ungrateful things, even if they can survive, why do they always want to provoke someone without knowing what is good or bad?

Madara felt that killing such a toad would dirty his hands, so he didn't do it just now, but now he had to do it

Madara didn't say anything more, he just casually threw a kunai to deal with the flash of the third soul skill, the moment the kunai hit the blue-red frog.

The same huge explosion shot up into the sky. It was the explosion of the ninja tool that Madara copied, blowing the annoying toad into pieces.

While the blood was flying, Madara's blood-red armor seemed to be integrated with the permeating blood, as if he had walked out of the bloody hell.

"Blood-eyed Shura, Blood-eyed Shura," the spectators all slapped the railings and waved their fists, shouting enthusiastically.

"Is this the prestige of Brother Madara?" Xiao Wu looked around at the enthusiastic audience and sighed sincerely.

"Yes, this is the Blood-eyed Shura who has never lost a round in the Zongheng Soul Fighting Arena." At this time, Flanders emerged from nowhere and nodded in agreement.

Blood Eye Shura, ever since this name was applied to the Soul Fighting Arena, no matter how fierce the battle, he will defeat many powerful enemies and win the final victory, creating his current prestigious reputation.

"After all, I made a lot of money this time." Vlad's eyes were shining with money, he rubbed his hands and smiled broadly.

"I knew it was like this." Ma Hongjun lowered his head and covered his face, looking helpless.

At this time, Oscar also stood up excitedly, clenching his hands into fists and looking at Madara with burning eyes, his eyes unabashedly lusting for power.

Then he seemed to think of himself as a powerless food-based soul master, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

Just when Oscar was stunned, Madara had already stepped down from the stage and walked into the dark corridor at the exit.

"Oscar, you seem to have something on your mind." Xiao Wu was the first to notice the abnormality of his companion Oscar, and couldn't help but expressed concern.

"It's good without me." Oscar could only scratch his head and said with a heartless smile.

"Really?" Ning Rongrong tilted her head and glanced at Oscar, as if she felt something was wrong, but she didn't care.

What Ning Rongrong didn't see was that there was a trace of emotion in Kawan's eyes, which then turned into decisiveness, and then he quietly left the crowd and rushed towards the exit.

"Brother Madara, I want to become stronger, please teach me." On the way back to rest, Oscar suddenly appeared behind Madara and bowed 90 degrees to Madara.

"If you want to become stronger, do I have to teach you?" Madara turned around as if he had expected it and uttered these words coldly: "Do you have the qualifications?"

"Then what should I do so that you can make me stronger?" Oscar asked unmoved, his eyes full of determination.

"Let me see your measure." Madara raised three fingers and replied with great interest: "Go outside the spirit fighting arena and walk three times while standing on your head."

Without saying a word, Oscar rushed towards the exit of the fighting spirit arena quickly.

"Do you have the will to become a strong person? I'm really looking forward to it."