"Do you still have to take care of these? It's really troublesome!" After Madara left Qian Renxue, he heard shouts of killing outside Xue Ye's palace. One after another, wolf-like Soul Master frantically attacked the defense line formed by the imperial guards. Qian Jun was already in danger.
Madara looked at the Spirit Hall and Soul Masters who were scurrying like ants under the city wall with no expressions of joy or sorrow, except that there was a large circle of ripples in space behind them.
Groups of the Ninjutsu Sect disciples were teleported here, including Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er who were already gearing up.
Of course, to deal with such little miscellaneous fish, Madara doesn't need to take action himself, and he just happens to use them as the whetstone for the Ninjutsu Sect's disciples.
"Go! Kill them all!" Madara slowly raised his hand and waved it forward gently.
The wolf-like disciple Ninjutsu Sect who had been cultivated behind him moved upon hearing the wind, turning into an unstoppable torrent and sweeping away from the melee battlefield below.
"Fire Release. Great Fireball!" Almost all of the Fire Department Academy's disciples said Hand Seals in unison, and then opened their mouths, mixed with the almost boiling fire element Soul Power, and spit out a huge fireball towards the crowd of the Spirit Hall on the battlefield.
For a moment, like Heavenly Fire Descends, G203's fireball, with terrifying high temperature, hit the crowd of the Spirit Hall who were caught off guard, setting off violent explosions one after another, and the stumps of limbs flew everywhere in an instant, and blood splashed everywhere.
"Go! Kill them for me!" But the commander of the Spirit Hall quickly observed this new force that had rejoined, and loudly gave orders to the surrounding Soul Master who had been stunned by this series of attacks.
Spirit Hall was outnumbered, and soon a group of nearly a thousand men formed, and the ferocious Soul Master rushed towards them in a menacing manner.
"Ninja attack!" A sharp light flashed in Feng Xiaotian's eyes, and he roared at the same time.
As soon as Feng Xiaotian finished speaking, the disciples of Four Great Academies, who had been prepared, threw all kinds of ninja tools one after another, and for a moment they were like locusts and even made the sky darken.
The Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall did not expect that the opponent would actually attack like this, and they were caught off guard and suffered a lot of casualties. Then, their original indomitable momentum was not so strong in an instant. They were hit head-on by the powerful Lightning Department disciples, looking down from the sky and cutting gaps one by one like a hot knife cutting butter.
"Lightning Release. Earth Walk!"
"Fire Release. Ghost Lantern!"
"Wind Release. Great Wind Break!"
The Ninjutsu Sect disciples on the field also used all their strength, using various ninjutsu Spirit Hall like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep to kill all the Spirit Hall crowd. There were only a few hundred people, but they suppressed enemies several times their size and beat them until they could not hold their heads up.
"Don't panic, hold on tight!" The commander at the center was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He thought to himself why there was no movement from the two Titled Douluo adults. It couldn't be...
The leader no longer dared to think about it any more, because that would be a real disaster for the soul masters who came to support them from the Spirit Hall!
"Your opponent is me!" Feng Xiaotian relied on Martial Soul's agility to come to the commander like Teleportation, and without hesitation shot Rasengan out of his hand.
The commander was also a Seven-Ring Soul Sage, but Feng Xiaotian relied on Soul Skill, and the fight was back and forth for a while. The fight was so chaotic that he couldn't distract from the command.
"Save King Qin! Kill me!" Flender and other teachers finally arrived with the Shrek Academy's reinforcements. Shrek The other five monsters were also mixed in. It felt like the gods were blocking the gods and the Buddhas were blocking the Buddhas.
At this time, Spirit Hall lacked the guidance of a commander and was in chaos. Their momentum was retreating, but within a short time, they were defeated one after another.
Seeing that the victory was certain, everyone else noticed the figure on the palace wall who seemed to look down on the world like a god. He still had such a flamboyant demeanor, and his long hedgehog-like hair was fluttering in the strong wind. Just standing there, he seemed to have become the focus of the battlefield.
"Brother Madara, you're still alive. It's so great!" Oscar looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and his voice was choked and even trembled.
"It's really Brother Madara, am I not dreaming?" Ma Hongjun rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he was afraid that Madara in front of him was just an illusory phantom.
"Hmm! Long time no see!" Madara jumped down from the palace wall. After landing, the impact immediately shattered several floors. His eyebrows were still so cold and arrogant, as if his appearance had not changed at all.
"Shouldn't you be killed by the Spirit Hall? Why are you still here now? Even they..." When Grandmaster saw his old friend who could be said to have been friends for many years, his clouded face became a little brighter, and he opened his mouth to ask the questions in everyone's minds.
"Can't you still be resurrected after death?" Madara said indifferently, as if this shocking event was not worth mentioning in his heart. Then he looked at the four academy leaders who were half kneeling on the ground, clapped his hands slightly to signal them to stand up, and said naturally, "As for them, I think with your intelligence, you can't guess it, right?"
"I just can't believe it! I didn't expect that the mysterious cloaked man who has stirred up troubles on the mainland in recent years is actually you!" Grandmaster rubbed his chin slightly and said in surprise.
"Anyway, it would be great if Brother Madara can come back!" Ning Rongrong said with great joy, expressing everyone's thoughts.
"Brother! Welcome home!" Tang San's face was still pale, and the white gauze wrapped around his body was still soaked with Sisi's blood, but he still held Xiao Wu's hand with Dugu Bo's support, and walked staggeringly to Madara's face and said with a smile.
"I'm making you worry!" Madara subconsciously raised his hand. He originally wanted to pat Tang San's shoulder, but suddenly he froze in the air again, because at this time, Tang Sanzang was covered in bruises and there was no good flesh on his body.
Just when Madara was about to calmly withdraw his hand, Tang San's pale cheeks burst into a bright smile from the bottom of his heart, and he slowly lowered his head slightly in understanding.
Madara was stunned for a moment, but he felt as if another warm current passed through his heart, and he understood with a faint smile.
Madara touched Tang San's long sea-blue hair very gently with his hand. It was like time was flowing backwards at this moment. In a trance, they seemed to have returned to the carefree and happy time when they were children.
"I am the older brother, and you are the younger brother!" Madara, with a tender face, rubbed the helpless Tang San's hair vigorously, showing a doting smile, exactly the same as his current posture.