Infinite Suicide to Dominate the Ninja World

On the battlefield that the explosion swept across, Tianwang Mountain had been razed to the ground and completely disappeared. Only where the mountain originally stood, there was a gentle dune composed of crystallized sand. .

The entire crystallized battlefield, although dazzling, was lifeless. Not only was there no life, even the sky was just a monotonous blue without a trace of cloud.

At the edge of the battlefield, the land here was not completely crystallized like the core of the explosion, but piles of crystallized sand formed the new ground.

A gentle breeze blew by, and some grains of sand were blown into the air, hitting a lonely figure.

Why, why was I deceived by the enemy so easily, without seeing through the opponent's tactics!

It is impossible for the enemy to have such a large-scale explosion without any warning and preparation beforehand. Why didn't I notice it?

Madara knelt on the hot ground, ignoring the blood flowing from the corners of his eyes. He opened his Sharingan eyes that were feared by the entire ninja world and looked at the entire battlefield, but did not notice the chakra of Senju Hashirama. .

Now even Hashirama can't find it, these eyes are becoming more and more useless!

Madara, who felt that it was impossible for Hashirama to survive, deeply resented his own incompetence, and resented the incompetence of his own eyes!

Gradually, Madara's high head lowered deeply and was buried in his chest. He looked at the hot and red sand on the ground without crying or wailing.

Gradually, Madara's strong back stooped, as if something was missing from his body, and something was added, exuding a palpitating aura.

Afterwards, Madara stood up slowly, stretched out his right hand and patted the black gown, then grabbed the red iron shoulder guard, broke it into pieces with force, and took it off.

Then there were the protective plates protecting vital parts such as the chest, abdomen and back, which were also silently removed by Madara.

These iron protective gears were affected by the aftermath of the explosion when Madara had just escaped from the explosion, and had become very hot and fragile. Not only could they not provide protection, but they would also affect Madara's movements, so they were abandoned by Madara.

At this time, a person walked in front. The heat rising from the ground distorted the light, causing the person's figure to distort with the illusion.

"Uesugi Teruhora..."

Madara looked up at the person approaching, reached out and pulled out the flame fan and sickle stuck on the ground next to his body.

"I didn't expect that Hashirama's idiot was really weak, but he was actually killed by you."

"But that's fine, no one will argue with me about the path to peace anymore! My ears are finally clear."

"In the end, I won. Hashirama is too idealistic. In this world, only powerful people can maintain peace, while weak people can only passively accept their fate."

Some pain is too painful to express, and some sadness makes people unable to shed tears.

At this time, Madara's face lost any trace of decadence, and he looked at the enemy in front of him with fighting spirit.

Hashirama, just watch, I will kill Terutora Uesugi, and then build the world in my heart.

You guy, you're going to lose!

Uesugi Teruhora's body has returned to its best condition, and his body is once again covered in armor made of concentrated flames. He holds the weapon in his right hand, and the tip of the knife draws deep cracks on the crystallized ground.

However, after experiencing a series of battles, he was also very tired. Calculating Hashirama was not an easy job.

Next, Madara is left. However, having good luck once is already a blessing from God. I really don’t have a good idea on how to deal with Madara.

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. It would be better if we could hold Madara off first and then kill him in a group fight. If we can't, it doesn't matter. Today's harvest is big enough.

After sensing the surrounding environment again and confirming that there was no breath of Hashirama, Uesugi Teruhora breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he raised his left hand and thrust it toward his own eyes.

Hiss... I haven't tasted this sourness for a long time.

The fingers inserted into the eyes, with a sharp squeeze, directly dug out the blurred flesh and blood, and then flicked the flesh and blood out.

In this case, he probably won't fall into the Sharingan's genjutsu.

Step by step, guided by the sage mode perception, Uesugi Teruhora slowly walked towards Madara, and finally stopped ten meters away from Madara.

His feeling told him that the person in front of him had transformed into a ferocious beast. He was about to step into his territory. If he took a step forward, he would be attacked crazily.

"Oh, are you trying to escape my Sharingan by destroying the body's vision? You really have a body that can be resurrected infinitely, and you can waste your organs without any scruples."

"I think this is why we were deceived by you. Although we knew your abilities, we were still influenced by our past fighting habits and did not think of your tactics immediately."

Madara stared at Uesugi Terutora, with a terrifying aura exuding from his whole body, and a certain amount of hatred in his eyes, but not much disgust.

"I was wondering if I could get the secret to your resurrection if I caught you."

"In this way, when my ideal comes true, I can resurrect Hashirama and let him know that I am the right one!"

"You talk too much nonsense! Flame Release·Fire Wind Scroll!"

Even if his eyes were blinded, Uesugi Teruhu did not dare to be careless in the face of Madara.

In the absence of mature tactics, Uesugi Teruhu decided to adopt a step-by-step conservative fighting method to gradually understand Madara's combat intelligence, and then wait for his own support to arrive before going all out to deal with Madara.

Taking advantage of Hashirama's good luck, Huihu didn't dare to bet that it would happen a second time.

Uesugi Teruhora stretched his hands forward and sprayed out rolling flames from his palms, forming two huge flame tornadoes, leaving deep ravines on the ground, and attacked Madara.

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous to use flames against me! Let me show you what real flames are!"

"Fire escape, the fire is extinguished!"

Madara looked calmly at the two flame tornadoes sweeping towards him, inserted the sickle into the ground with his right hand, made a simple seal, and suddenly spit out a massive amount of flames from his mouth.

As soon as these ferocious flames exited, they turned into a wall of flames nearly a hundred meters high and wide, pressing directly against Uesugi Terutora like a mountain.

"What! Such a thing could happen! Ah!"

Uesugi Teruhu saw that the other party's flame wall not only easily offset his own fire escape, but even fused with his own flame ninja, pressing towards him even more powerfully. The whole person was still in shock, but he was not suppressed by the flame wall. , only had time to let out a scream!

Madara, who succeeded with one blow, showed no joy on his face. He grasped the sickle stuck on the ground with his right hand, turned around and chopped!

With a choking sound, the scythe slashed through the air behind Madara, and unexpectedly chopped out countless black particles out of thin air!

"It's such a poor invisibility technique. It can deceive those weak people. How could it escape my eyes!"

The one killed by Madara was the ghost of Terutora Uesugi.

To be honest, Ghost has been growing as Uesugi Teruhu has grown over the years.

At this time, the ghost was covered in black warrior armor, and his hands had completely turned into two sharp swords, and their attack power was already very strong.

However, this is very strong for ordinary people or ordinary people. For Madara, it is not strong at all.

After all, the world of demi-humans is just a world of low martial arts compared to Naruto.