Madara was sitting on the roof of the Shrek Academy's reception hall, holding the sickle between the tiles tightly with one hand, and carelessly tossing the blood-red Kunai with the other hand. He looked lazy, but in fact he was ready to commit murder at any time.
Madara glanced around at several buildings of similar heights at different distances, and felt the familiar or unfamiliar smells. There was no doubt that they were peeks from other colleges.
If you want to see it, you have to keep your eyes open!
Madara looked at the numerous black figures that were running and jumping from the rooftops in all directions and rushing towards Madara at high speed. He put away his appearance with a casual look, stood up slowly, and at the same time, a pair of red eyes also lit up with a captivating light in the long dark night.
The black shadows were obviously well-trained. The moment they arrived, they formed a formation and surrounded Madara with a tacit understanding, showing their terrifying qualities.
"Boy! If you are smart, get out of the way! Who are we? You should know!" A man in black, who was obviously the leader, took a step forward and threatened in an extremely arrogant manner.
"Who are you? You are just trash in my eyes!" Madara smiled coldly, glanced at everyone, and then said unruly, "And trash should be taken in the trash can!"
"Seeking death!" The black-clothed leader was immediately furious. With a wave of his hand, all the black-clothed men possessed martial souls and lit up colorful lights. The dense soul rings even illuminated half of the sky.
"Martial Soul Night Demon, possessed!"
The leader of the men in black also showed the eight Soul Ring behind him, which was a respected Soul Douluo. Among the remaining men in black, there was also one Soul Saint and several Soul Emperor. At this time, it was actually used as a test, which shows the terrifying background of the Spirit Hall.
"Go!" The men in black cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding, with a clear division of labor between advancing and retreating together, just like a black wave vowing to submerge Ban.
Those in the front row are all close combat Power Attack System Soul Master, or have powerful Beast Martial Soul or sharp swords Sword Martial Soul in their hands, and they can launch fatal attacks at Madara in an instant.
Well done!
Madara held an extremely heavy scythe in one hand and struck Sweep the Thousand Armies. The scythe, which should have been as heavy as Qian Jun, was as light as a feather in his hand, but when it landed on the men in black, it was so unusual that it simply swept them away one by one.
Before Madara could kill the defenseless Soul Masters in front of him one by one, the long-range Soul Skills in the distance were already in front of him, like a dense swarm of locusts covering them.
Madara dodged slightly, pulled out the War Fan pinned behind his back and held it in front of his eyes. He blocked these various attacks one by one. He flipped his wrist and held several ninja tools of different shapes between his fingers.
"Copy. Ninja Tool Explosion! Go!" The third Soul Ring behind Madara lit up, and then he threw it hard with one hand without hesitation. In an instant, it turned into several black lights and merged into the night with a screaming sound.
boom! boom! boom!
The ninja tool containing explosive power exploded in the Soul Master, which was almost defenseless. The remote Soul Master suffered heavy losses immediately, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
"A bunch of trash! Come with me!" Soul Saint, who was obviously his deputy, saw his leader's increasingly bad expression and immediately led his men towards Madara without hesitation.
"It's just a bunch of minions!" Madara looked at the group of Soul Master rushing towards them with their teeth and claws open, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up in a disdainful arc.
It was clear that only Madara was fighting alone on the roof, but his arrogant and domineering momentum made everyone feel that one man is in charge and ten thousand people cannot stop him.
The enchanting blood beads swayed in the air with the sickle, and the sickle of death hooked away the souls of the living one after another. One after another figures fell down and died with reluctance and fear, looking at the proud and independent figure looking down on the world.
"Shadow Vajra Claw! Die!" The original Soul Saint also became extremely embarrassed. The huge shield of the Dark Claw Bear Soulless Amplification slashed out huge claws one after another towards the front.
How proud he had been when he was caught just now, how frightened and embarrassed he was now. All his men had no resistance at all under the scythe raised high, and were slaughtered one by one like livestock.
Soul Saint was struggling with all his strength as if he was grasping the last straw to save his life. However, when faced with the terrifying Asura, all the struggle and resistance seemed so powerless at this time!
With a sneer on his lips, Madara walked step by step in the direction of Soul Saint. He used his scythe to fly away the flying claws easily and freely, just like an adult teasing a young child.
Suddenly, a phantom shuttled past Soul Saint like lightning. Madara, who was originally walking slowly, magically appeared behind Soul Saint. Without looking, he carried his sickle and War Fan towards the direction of Soul Douluo in front of him.
"Ho!" Soul Saint covered his throat, which was constantly spurting out blood. His eyes widened and he felt incredibly unbelievable. He fell to the ground helplessly, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.
"Now, it's your turn!" Madara, who had broken through the blockade, arrived first, and a cold, water-like light from the sword quickly magnified in Soul Douluo's eyes.
"You underestimate me, don't you?" Soul Douluo Night Demon Jiejie smiled strangely, trying to block Madara's inevitable attack with a pair of sharp claws.
However, just when the sickle was only a short distance away from his claws, a cluster of bloody flames appeared on the sickle out of thin air and quickly ignited it, making the originally mediocre slash suddenly become more powerful.
What?
Night Demon was also caught off guard by the scene before him, but it was obviously too late to stop at this time, so he could only grit his teeth and use his Second Spirit Skill.
Second Spirit Skill, Netherworld Ghost Claw!
The Second Spirit Skill of Night Demon can increase the attack power and defense power of his claws by 30. This pair of Iron Claw is his magic weapon to defeat the enemy.
However, Iron Claw, who had always been unbeatable, was frustrated at this moment. Not only did Madara's sickle not block him, it was cut off at the root like a hot knife cutting through butter, and blood spattered and fell to the ground.
This is Madara's other Sharingan ability Soul-Cutting Blood Slash. It's okay if Martial Soul is not used. Once Martial Soul is used, it can definitely cut off all Martial Soul and is the nemesis of all Martial Soul!
"Ah! Stop me!" Night Demon felt the sharp pain on his wrist and couldn't help but cry out in pain, but he still gave the order in time to try to stop this demon like Asura.
Another wave of colorful long-range Soul Skill came in like a tide, forcing Madara, who was originally preparing to pursue the victory to capture the head of Night Demon, to temporarily avoid its edge.
Madara looked at Night Demon who had fled in embarrassment, then turned to look at the long-range Soul Masters who were still preparing to attack him and said coldly, "You have attracted my attention! I really don't know whether to call you ridiculous or pathetic?"
"Quick! Kill him as soon as he doesn't move! Otherwise we will all die!" A remote Soul Master looked frightened and shouted boldly while urging Soul Skill.
Madara looked at the Soul Skill that were raining down on him like raindrops. He actually stood on the spot and slowly stretched out his arms in front of everyone, saying, "Should I not move? Then I will be merciful and fulfill your little wish before you die!"
Many Soul Master who were already in despair but were cut off by the leader's order suddenly felt hope for life deep in their hearts, "Hahaha! How arrogant!"
What a pity!
The strong wind brought by the dense Soul Skill came to the Buddha's face, blowing Madara's hedgehog-like long hair, covering his eyes like blood gems, but the mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth gradually enlarged, and Uchiha Gunbai was unknowingly held in Madara's hand.
This is a lie to you! You are not so stupid as to believe what your enemies say, are you? Hahahahaha!
The almost boiling Soul Power covered the entire fan, and then Madara, who was laughing wildly, held it with both hands and threw it recklessly towards the torrent of Soul Skill in front of him.
The unstoppable torrent not only seemed to hit a copper wall, making a heavy thud, spreading throughout half of the city in the silent night, but also rebounded and surged in the direction of their original owner.
"Hahahaha! How ridiculous! You actually put your own survival in me, the enemy!" Madara pinned his scythe and War Fan behind his back again, turned around and looked up at the bloody moon rising into the sky, the moonlight filling the entire courtyard like blood.
All the colleges who were watching in the dark saw at this moment, under the light of the blood moon, a Asura was standing in the sea of blood and corpses he had created with his own hands, with a disdainful sneer, looking down on everyone.
The bloody Asura defeated the Spirit Hall elite led by Soul Douluo like a single enemy, and his reputation will be spread throughout the continent!