"Kill me! We Spirit Hall will not let you go!" Bow and Arrow Soul Saint knew that he was not going to die soon, so he cursed viciously.
"Then I'll finish you off first, and then I'll settle the score with them!" Madara raised his knife and was about to take the life of the bow and arrow Soul Saint, but saw Soul Saint's expression turned fierce and he rushed towards Madara.
"Let's die together!" Bow and Arrow Soul Saint knew that his strongest attack could not break the opponent's defense, so he was ready to make a desperate move to die with Madara.
"Such a weak attack, you still want to drag me into the water!" Madara didn't wait for the opponent to rush over, and took the lead to dodge in front of the bow and arrow Soul Saint with a blast of wind. He raised his sickle and swept it across.
The bow and arrow Soul Saint was naturally not easy to deal with when he reached this point. He took out his own bow and arrow Martial Soul and blocked the sickle's path. There was a flash of light in his other hand, and a sharp arrow appeared in his hand.
Madara had long seen the small movements of the bow and arrow in front of him, and he was even more disdainful that a ranged person actually came to play close combat with him Uchiha Madara. Who gave him the courage?
What Madara didn't know was how the defensive power he had just shown made the bow and arrow Soul Saint desperate. He could only stand a chance of survival by getting closer and shooting Sander at close range!
Soul Saint The sharp arrow in his hand was easily cut off by Madara's gray-armed scythe, which delayed his next plan to take the opponent's head directly.
Soul Saint's originally desperate eyes suddenly burst into a ray of hope. He desperately urged his Soul Ring, and the fourth and fifth Soul Ring flashed with intense light.
Fourth Spirit Skill, Chain Arrows!
Fifth Soul Skill, Shadow Pursuit!
With a resolute look in his eyes, the bow and arrow Soul Saint let go of the bow and arrow that had been stretched into a full moon. The sharp arrow instantly turned into a stream of light dragging a long tail flame and flew towards Madara with a whimpering sound of breaking through the air.
The distance between the two was so close that as soon as the opponent's bow and arrow were released, they were already in front of Madara and headed towards Madara's face.
Tomoe in Madara Sharingan has rotated to the limit and even has an afterimage, and everything around it seems to have slowed down.
But the sharp arrow was still very fast, with the owner's murderous intention to kill the prey on the spot.
"Amaterasu!" The three Tomoe in Madara's eyes have evolved into a strange pattern, and he has already used his Mangekyo ability.
All he saw was that the sharp arrow that was originally chasing the stars and the moon suddenly ignited with black flames, swallowing up the sharp arrow in the blink of an eye.
The sharp arrow continued to rush forward with unstoppable momentum, but when it was only a few feet away from Madara's face, it was destroyed by the power of Amaterasu.
"And you!" Madara looked up at the bow and arrow Soul Saint that was already on the spot. Seeing that his desperate attack was blocked, he suddenly felt despair.
"No!" Bow and Arrow Soul Saint howled unwillingly, summoning his own Martial Soul Avatar, but it had no effect at all.
Under the terrifying flame of Amaterasu, everything will eventually be burned, whether it is Martial Soul or Soul Master.
Madara just watched indifferently. The enemy lost the power to resist and kept wailing and rolling under the burning black flames.
He will never be merciful to his enemies! Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!
"Spirit Hall?" Madara couldn't help but sneer as he thought of the words Soul Master said before he died, and thought of the traces of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
As expected of flowers in a greenhouse, they are incredibly expensive. There are not only pathfinders in front of them, but there are also probably many who are secretly protecting them!
Madara's eyes gradually turned cold, and he couldn't help but hold his scythe and War Fan tightly. The cold touch made his murderous intention slightly lessen.
Then I'll have to test you to see if you're good enough!
Madara's index finger gently stroked the sharp edge of the scythe, feeling the cold touch, and couldn't help but think in his heart.
By the time Madara returned to the camp, almost all the Soul Master had fled, leaving only a few. The seriously injured ones were lying on the ground wailing, and were about to die soon.
Seeing that Madara, the God of Death, actually left and returned, everyone who was still conscious carefully closed their mouths, for fear of attracting Madara's attention.
"Have you finished cleaning up?" Kurama lay on the spot and yawned boredly. Although he was asking, his tone was extremely determined.
How strong is a hot man? Kurama has absolute confidence!
"Do you still think that a few clowns can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?" Madara walked over slowly and snorted coldly.
"Okay, okay! You're awesome, okay?" Kurama got up from the ground, found an unoccupied tent and got in, saying perfunctorily.
Madara didn't bring many supplies when he came, but now he has everything!
Madara looked at the few Soul Masters who were timid in the distance and did not dare to come closer. He ignored them and returned to his locked tent.
It's just a few ants, and it's not worth letting Madara take action.
Madara's next time is to wait, waiting for the so-called Spirit Hall to come and compete for this snow lotus.
A few days passed peacefully like this. Banpan was sitting in the tent silently adjusting his breath and practicing, when he suddenly felt a movement in the distance.
Madara opened his eyes suddenly, and a flash of lightning seemed to flash from his eyes. Then he immediately stood up, picked up his ninja tool, and walked out.
"Brother, the place in front of you should be where the snow lotus is blooming!" Hu Liena teased the snowflakes from her hair and smiled slightly.
"Great! This can be used as a birthday present for Master!" Xie Yue, who had always been steady, also had an irresistible smile on his face.
"Something's wrong!!" Yan, who was following carelessly behind, was about to interrupt when his expression suddenly changed as if he sensed something.
Several people felt the quiet and strange atmosphere. Looking at the silent and deserted camp in front of them, they suddenly felt that something was unusual.
"Someone is coming!" Yan was the first to notice Madara's bright red color and reminded his companion.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Madara slowly dragged the scythe and War Fan onto the ground, plowing a long ravine in the snow. He said with a half-smile, but his eyes were full of coldness.
"I hope you can hold on a little longer!" Madara stepped forward step by step, his momentum rising steadily.
When they arrived in front of Yan and the others, Feng Xue seemed to be suppressed by the soaring will to fight.
"It's you!" Hu Liena looked at the familiar face and asked in a low voice, his face turned livid.
"It's me!" A bright smile appeared on Madara's face, but it looked particularly weird and bloody.
"Who are you?" Hu Liena quietly completed Martial Soul Possession and asked vigilantly.
"Kill your people!" As soon as Madara finished speaking, his whole body suddenly disappeared, like a runaway train with the momentum of Qian Jun. After he ran past, all the snow was kicked up.
The battle has just begun!