Douluo’s Uchiha Madara

Dai Mubai was a little bored walking on the bustling streets of Tuocheng, thinking about his future, and couldn’t help feeling confused and irritable.

“Little Handsome Brother! Come on!” Dai Mubai, a beautifully dressed woman from the wind, waving her handkerchief towards her, said with a lovable smile.

Dai Mubai was very impatient to get rid of the entanglement of these many enchanting females, and the heart that had finally calmed down started to be impetuous again.

Dai Mubai doesn’t know how long he can escape, or how long he will have to face his inevitable fate.

That’s how people are, when they are in a bad mood, they always want to vent!

Dai Mubai came to the sparsely populated suburbs and rose to the sky. It was a depressed wave of claws scratching the poor trees in front of him.

“Why? Why?” Dai Mubai seemed to be stunned at this moment, repeating this sentence repeatedly.

“Wake up!” With a shouted, it sounded like a muffled thunder in Dai Mubai’s ears, which also exchanged his lost mind.

“Who?” Dai Mubai jumped forward very alertly, looking towards behind him defensively.

I saw a youngster wearing a red Kinoe, leaning on a big tree, gazed himself somewhat disdainfully.

“Really loser!” Madara shakes one’s head, mockingly said.

“Dare you dare to say it again?” Dai Mubai was furious when he heard it, like a cat who has blown up her hair, and she is about to give Madara a good look.

“Isn’t what I said clearly enough? Rubbish!” Madara just happened to pass by here and saw a spirit master who had lost his mind and awakened him.

But the person in front of him seems to be a little uncomfortable, instead he wants to draw his sword to his benefactor.

Madara never considered how destructive this sentence would sound in the ears of a self-doubt.

Madara would not care too much even if he knew it. When would Uchiha Madara care about the thoughts of a little-known junior?

“Yeah!” Dai Mubai was obviously a little fly into a rage out of humiliation, his face flushed, and even a little ugly straight towards Madara.

Dai Mubai waded a line directly on the dense grass in the suburbs, as if it was almost pulling out the afterimage at the speed of a gust of wind.

Expert swings the knife to be more expert, weakling swings the knife to be weaker.

In Madara’s point of view, Dai Mubai has pinched himself as a pushover today.

A person who evades in an accident, even a weak one among them, is undoubtedly far from the limit in Madara’s impression.

Madara squatted slightly, made a powerful posture, and then went out without evasiveness.

Dai Mubai dreamed that he would not think that a person he met on the road would be so powerful.

Madara, who rushed up, simultaneously threw a fist and collided with Dai Mubai’s tiger claws, making a dull noise.

Dai Mubai retreats three steps in a row before barely holding the figure, while in contrast Madara retreats step by step, even one step further to pursue the victory.

Madara fist is a bit sore, and a little surprised at the power of the kid with a different pupil, but still sneered at me: “Who gave you the courage to punch me? “

Does even Madara feel a little sore in her hands? How can Dai Mubai feel better?

Dai Mubai regretted when the two punched each other. The whole left arm seemed to be shattered by a punch. He was almost unconscious and could only move barely.

“Come again!” Madara didn’t give Dai Mubai Spirit a chance to possess her body at all. She bullied herself and drank at the same time: “Let me see your tolerance!”

Dai Mubai is also having unspeakable bitter suffering. In ordinary Spirit Master battles, Spirit must be possessed to play a serious game. He just thought he was dealing with a lively bitter, so he underestimate the enemy careless.

If Dai Mubai is given time to react and let the White Tiger Spirit possess his body, it may be entangled. After all, the spirit of the class will not have any amplification of the main body. And Dai Mubai’s White Tiger Spirit can be called one of the Douluo Continent Top Rank Beast Spirit.

Madara’s interest in fighting was also hooked out by Dai Mubai. He originally thought that he encountered rubbish that could not be supported on the wall, but he did not expect it to be a sandbag.

Madara is interested, no one can stop it, he wants to repair the Dai Mubai opposite.

“Not bad, good! Keep coming!” Madara laughed wildly, even nervous, but the subordinate’s punch was not slow at all, one punch slammed.

Dai Mubai can only stand in the middle of Madara ****’s attack at this time.

Because of a defensive failure, sooner was hammered into the chest by Madara before and flew out like a sack with blood.

“I take back what I just said!” Madara’s expression was happier than before, as if the child had encountered the toy she wanted: “It’s really not rubbish! It can be regarded as the value of a faint trace! “

Dai Mubai staggered and wanted to struggle, but was kicked back by Madara directly.

“If you want to find me revenge next time! Go to the Arena of Souls!” Madara put one foot on Dai Mubai’s chest, and looked down at Dai Mubai as the loser.

“Who the hell are you?” Dai Mubai stood up swayingly, and shouted incompetently at Madara’s leaving back.

Madara did not answer his interest at all, and walked towards the town without looking back.

“Little cat! Next time, you won’t be so lucky!” Madara waved her hand back to the barrage, her tone full of contempt.

Dai Mubai lowered his head, his golden hair was hidden, his expression was not visible, only his hands could be seen, and the veins above his fists were exposed.

“Hair of Souls?”

……

As for Dai Mubai’s later reaction, Madara did not see at all. Even if he did, Would not care.

The reason why Madara left this sentence is because it seems that the Dai Mubai strength is not bad. If you practice and beat it, it is another toy that can last a long time.

Madara is so boring, I can only create some low hands for myself to increase the fun!

This may be the loneliness of expert!

Madara, who just came to Soter City, just started to participate in unrelenting soul fighting after having dinner.

The battle will always make Madara and other impatients!

“Are you ready?” Jerry whispered beside him.

“Are you looking down on me?” Madara sneered, as if he had heard some big joke: “Such a playhouse, you still need to prepare?”

” Whatever you do!” Jerry is obviously immune to Madara’s choking words, but there is still an urge to beat someone.

No way, Madara has been here all the way, come and fight if you are not satisfied! Just hold back if you can’t beat it!

So far, no one really can educate Madara.

Madara closes the eyes lightly smelling, feeling the refreshing aura brought by the light rain tonight.

What’s the disadvantage of this kind of rain and this kind of aura?

Madara suddenly opened his eyes, the blood red tomoe in his eyes turned, and the sneaked at the corner of his mouth also climbed onto his cheek.

I remember, what is missing is the scream and the smell of blood!