"It's just gravel, not half as good as me!" Madara was like a god, indifferent to this ant-like life, and said in a solemn tone.
In just this moment, the other Soul Master had gathered the courage to surround him, but when they saw the murderer slowly turning around, they subconsciously stepped back to clear an open space.
"He's only one person! Let's all come together!" Someone else began to deceive everyone without giving up.
Originally, those Soul Master who were frightened out of their wits by Ban began to get ready to take action after hearing such words. After all, there is only one enemy, right?
The person who dies may not be himself. If there is a chance to kill or capture Madara alive and force out the secret of becoming so powerful from his mouth, wouldn't that be true?
Thinking of this, some of the lively people's hearts became hot again, and the original fear in their eyes disappeared little by little, slowly turning into greed.
Finally, one person couldn't help but tentatively threw a Soul Skill at Madara. It was like a powder keg was lit, and all the new Soul Master started to act again.
"Kill him! Steal his secret to becoming stronger!"
A stern and restrained shout came from the crowd, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar.
"Kill!" The dense crowd of people on the snow were like ants of different sizes, all rushing towards Madara regardless of their own safety.
Madara stood on a hill made of corpses, looking at the crowd of people swarming towards him like ants, looking down at them with his head held high, like a god who ignored the world.
"An ant can be trampled to death with one foot. Since a group of ants cannot be trampled to death with one foot, then step on it a few more times!" Madara said this in a solemn tone, his eyes seemed to be gleaming with blood, and he did not hesitate to pounce towards the crowd below like a tiger descending a mountain.
Madara's feet moved slowly and nimbly through the hail of bullets, but none of them could scratch the corner of his clothes.
Madara's figure was like Gui Mei, and he appeared in the crowd like a flash, and he had already gained a life with one slash of his sword.
Under the horrified gazes of the Soul Master around him, Madara kept waving the sickle and War Fan in his hand, turning the surrounding area into a field of flesh and blood, and all enemies within three steps of him were turned into stumps and broken arms.
At this moment, a strong man with a big body held a big knife and slashed hard at Xian's neck with both hands.
But caught by Madara's sensitive perception, he just stepped back slightly to avoid this brutal blow, then raised his foot and kicked the man in the calf in the face.
Click!
The man's face was sweating in pain, and his ferocious expression was distorted by the severe pain in his legs. However, the knife in his hand could not be splashed by water, and he was obviously aware of his crisis.
Unfortunately, everything is just a useless struggle!
Madara's scythe was not afraid of confronting him head-on. With a bang, Madara's terrifying strange power caused the big knife Martial Soul in the sword-wielding man's hand to fly away.
Ignoring the horror in his heart, the reckless man quickly rolled around in an attempt to avoid Madara's and Death Pants-like scythes, but his speed was obviously too slow.
Stab!
A trace of blood spattered on the ground. As Five-Ring Soul King, the reckless man's eyes widened unwillingly. Until his death, he never thought that he could be killed so easily among those at the same level. However, the passing of his life force could only make him fall weakly to the ground.
"Haha! If you can force me to use Soul Skill, what if I spare your lives?" Madara laughed wildly like this, like an evil ghost climbing up from hell, greedily tearing apart the beauty of the world.
A silent sharp arrow silently drew a beautiful stream of light in the air, like a silent killer in the dark night brutally killing his target.
Madara felt a slight tingling sensation on his temple, and without even turning his head, he reached out and grabbed it in that direction.
The sharp arrow was tightly grasped in Madara's hand, but it was so strong that it slipped out of Madara's hand before it could stop, only a short distance away from Madara's temple.
"Soul Saint! Interesting!" Madara looked towards the direction of the arrow as if aware of it, as if he saw the Soul Saint hidden in the snow beyond the horizon and still maintaining an archery posture.
"He seems to have discovered me! How is this possible?!" The face of Soul Saint, who had just been attacked by a secret arrow, suddenly changed. He suddenly felt something bad in his heart and was about to get up and evacuate.
But before he made too many moves, he felt an inexplicable heat all over his body. He looked up at the sky and opened his mouth in surprise.
The sky that was originally occupied by ice and snow had now turned half red, and a blazing flame like the sun rushed towards him.
This scene, which was like a natural disaster, deeply shocked Soul Saint, the bow and arrow Martial Soul, and made him feel that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.
However, the furious flames had already arrived in front of him, and he had no choice but to escape in a direction where the flames had not spread.
But a domineering figure wearing blood armor blocked his way to leave. He was holding his arms and sneering at Soul Saint, who was running for his life as if he was the best choice.
Soul Saint's heart froze. Originally, his Martial Soul was suitable for assassination. As for offense and defense, it was relatively ordinary. This was why he left in a hurry. But the enemy in front of him will not let him go easily!
A fierce light flashed in Soul Saint's eyes. As he moved forward, he drew his bow and set an arrow, one or two Soul Ring's backs lit up at the same time.
First Spirit Skill, Eagle-Eye Aim!
Second Spirit Skill, Charged Arrow!
The distance to Madara was getting closer and closer, and the confidence of the bow and arrow in Soul Saint's hand was getting better and better. Seeing that the enemy was motionless, Soul Saint breathed a sigh of relief.
"Die!" Soul Saint let go of the bow that was stretched into a full moon, and the arrow instantly turned into a stream of light, leaving a long trajectory in the air, and shot away.
Looking at Madara who was motionless and seemed to be stunned, Soul Saint already showed a winning smile, feeling that he had made too much fuss just now.
Madara just watched motionless as the arrow shot towards him with a sound of breaking through the air, without even blinking, as if there was just a breeze blowing in front of his face.
The next moment, a blue translucent barrier had already enveloped Madara, and the outline of a giant's sternum was looming, which was Madara's Susanoo.
The originally crushing Charged Arrow was spinning like a drill bit, unable to make an inch forward as if it were hitting a copper wall, making a piercing sound.
"That's it?" Madara raised his eyebrows when he saw Charged Arrow, which had consumed most of its power, removed Susanoo with a light touch, changed its direction, and inserted it weakly on the ground.
That relaxed and carefree expression made Soul Saint, the bow and arrow Martial Soul, fall into deep despair.