Uchiha Madara pushes the heavens

Chapter 245 Didn't eat?
Seeing Madara approaching step by step, the old man of the Wang family didn't panic, he was just a young man, although he didn't know how he escaped from the Fengyi secret realm before, and he didn't know where he obtained such powerful power so quickly.

However, this is just a young man after all, compared to his own combat experience, this young man is hard to beat.

Therefore, just having great strength, without enough combat experience, can't make any waves.

After killing this little bastard, he can quickly extract the holy medicine that hasn't fully melted in that little maidservant's body, and maybe there is another holy medicine in this little bastard.

"Hey! Thank you for traveling thousands of miles to deliver the medicine. But now, go to hell!"

The old man didn't dare to be careless, Madara's power was superior to him after all, so he had to be careful.

His left hand squirmed, and a three-foot-long black spike pierced out from the palm of his hand. It was covered with small white bone inscriptions, which looked very sharp.

"Ordinary techniques are probably useless to this little bastard. Just take it by surprise and make him incapacitated with one blow."

Thinking in his heart, he pretended to rush forward to fight with Madara.

But in fact, gray runes were quietly mixed into the white runes on his body. These gray runes are extremely evil. Just looking at them will make you want to vomit. It seems to be the most filthy rune in the world. things.

Madara's Sharingan also exudes a golden light mixed with red light.

It was the embodiment of evil, but now it looks a little holy.

Madara had seen the black spike in the old man's hand more than once, the mysterious old man who chased and killed him in Jielin, the spirit king who was killed by him.

They have all practiced this method.

It seems that the source is this old guy. Runes are attached to the bones of the whole body to stimulate the potential of the bone marrow and sublimate the physical fitness. This is the so-called Rune Bone Battle Body.

While thinking about it, the old man rushed over, holding a black spike in his hand, and drew a long and thin space crack in the air, vowing to pierce the spot in front of him.

That thing could indeed threaten Madara, and it was indeed the bottom of the box for a monk with a silver body storing energy. The sharp breath could make Madara's chest feel a little tingling even from a long distance away.

The old man arrived at a high speed, heading straight towards the thorn, the thorn directly pierced the void, the air was torn apart, and endless void storms surged in it.

It is conceivable that if this blow is stabbed on a person's body, what kind of consequences will there be.

Madara stretched out his right hand, and Shura's magic fire emerged, and a large amount of detachment force condensed on the palm of his hand, grabbing at the stabbing thorn.

"Sure enough, this little bastard is so big that he looks like a baby at first glance."

The old man was slightly happy.

Just when Madara's palm was about to catch the spike, the figure of the old man suddenly disappeared, and what appeared at his original position was a bloody severed palm.

He actually performed the same witchcraft and supernatural powers as when the Spirit King fled.Swapping positions with the Halfhand, you can hit the enemy by surprise.

And just now, he had already secretly controlled Halfhand, making it walk through the ground, and came behind Madara. When Madara thought he had successfully grabbed the spike, he immediately exchanged positions with Halfhand, and then stabbed Madara's back.

In fact, he succeeded. After appearing in the position of Broken Palm, he stabbed Madara without hesitation. At such a close distance, it was too late for this little bastard to cast the space rune, so Madara must be hit by the spike, and must suffer. Curse on Spikes.

Madara only had time to turn around and face the sudden attack head-on.

"Haha, it's just right, it's more comfortable to pierce from the front."

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"laugh!"

His spikes thrust forward with a sound that pierced the air.

At the same time, the old man's smile stopped abruptly.

"How...how could it be? I am a strong man with a silver body in the realm of Qi storage, how could I stab it crookedly?"

He was holding the spike in his left hand, which was next to Madara's right hand.

"Impossible, what's wrong with me?"

He thought hard, but he couldn't think of the reason. The little bastard didn't have time to move at all, and he stabbed it crookedly.

Must be an illusion!

He withdrew the spikes, and continued towards the thorns.

Ten times, a hundred times...

He pierced the air all over with a sonic boom.

"No... Impossible? Could it be that my eyes are dazzled."

The old man's eyes were red, he didn't understand what was going on, why he kept stabbing crookedly.

He looked at Madara viciously, and as a result, he happened to see Madara's exquisite and strange pupils, and three comma-shaped things were slowly turning.

The old man seemed to hear a rumbling sound in the dark, as if the three ancient worlds were rotating.

Moreover, on the three comma-like black things, there are countless golden lines. If you look closely, you will find that there are all living things such as flowers, birds, fish and insects.

It seems to be able to absorb people's soul, the old man just observed it carefully, and then sank into it.

"These eyes..."

Madara blinked, and suddenly, the old man woke up, and his mind returned to his body.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his spirit trembled a little.

What kind of eyes are these?Can control his mind?
Then I always stabbed in the empty space just now...

Spotted smiled disdainfully.

"What? Didn't you eat? Or, do you like to prick the air?"

The old man's face flushed slightly, he was indeed stabbing the air like a fool just now.

"You...have a crooked way, I don't believe you can still interfere with my mind."

He lifted the thorn, intending to pierce Madara's heart. Originally, he wanted to save the little bastard's life first, and figure out the origin of his holy medicine.

But now, he is getting a little hairy. This young man is too weird. He has a pair of scary eyes and has many dreams at night. It is better to kill him directly.

However, this time, Madara's right hand directly grasped the spike, and no matter how hard the old man tried, he couldn't shake it.

"You are too weak, the weak are ugly, and, I gave you many chances, but unfortunately, you didn't get stabbed even once.

Is it my turn now? "

As soon as the words fell, Madara's left hand grasped a pitch-black sickle, with a cold light shining on it, and it was unusually sharp.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the old man always felt that the sickle was licking his tongue, as if he wanted to drink blood.

"What the hell?"

Not allowing him to think any longer, Madara's left hand was raised high, and it fell at a high speed. At the same time, Madara's right hand suddenly pulled, and the terrifying force directly made the old man stagger, and his body involuntarily leaned forward.

"not good?"

The old man's hair stood on end for a while, the hairs on his neck stood on end, and there was an illusion of separation of body and head.

"Father!"

The middle-aged man in the distance screamed anxiously. He saw that his father was about to be decapitated.

(End of this chapter)