Uchiha Madara's Counterattack

"game over."

The gray-white world instantly returned to its original color, and the disdain on the young man's face turned into astonishment.

"what happened?!"

Slowly lowering his head, the boy looked at the blade inserted into his chest, and the gushing blood had already dyed the white robe on his chest red.

Such a speed... no, this is not the speed of body movement.Is it space?No, even space cannot be without the slightest pause, so there is only... time!

The guy in front of him stopped time!

"Time stop? I have to say that your ability is not bad, but do you think you can beat me like this?!"

The shock on the young man's face immediately turned into anger. He, who had cultivated the Great Tree of Bitterness for nearly ten thousand years, was actually injured by a human being who was countless times weaker than him. It was simply a shame and a great humiliation!

The surging demonic power on his body spurted out at a very close distance. The young man held his left hand empty, and endless white light quickly condensed in his hand. A bloody sword exuding strong killing intent was held in his hand.

"Use this divine sword to cut off your head!"

At the moment when the young man released his killing intent, Uchiha Madara pulled out the broken blade with the handle in his hand. The blade was mixed with traces of blood. Uchiha Madara swung it without thinking. Almost at the same time, the blood-colored sword had already slashed , with blood-red afterimages, the speed has already broken through the speed of sound.

The bloody sword and the broken blade collided with each other, and there was a huge sound of gold and iron clashing. The huge force from the hilt made Uchiha Madara's tiger's mouth a little painful.

"It was able to block my casual blow..."

The boy's handsome brows were deeply frowned. On the big sword in his hand, a strange red light suddenly flashed across the blade, and the broken blade that was in contact with the big sword suddenly let out a mournful sound, and the crack on the blade was actually expanding. .

"boom!!"

In the blink of an eye, the broken blade in Uchiha Madara's hand was suddenly shattered into metal fragments. The silvery and smooth fragments reflected the slightly trembling ripples in Uchiha Madara's eyes.

"you……"

At the moment when the broken blade shattered, Uchiha Madara's aura changed completely, the dark hook jade in the eyes of Samsara unfolded in an orderly manner, and all the killing intent in the eyes was unreservedly released.

"Do you know what you did..."

The blood-colored sword slashed towards Uchiha Madara's neck, but his right hand stretched out at will, reaching directly towards the blade of the blood-colored sword.

"Boom!!"

There was another deafening loud noise, and the wall under Uchiha Madara's feet suddenly collapsed, and the cracked gravel flew around, but Uchiha Madara's body remained upright, holding the sword of the bloody sword tightly in his palm, and even You can easily see the veins popping up on your palms.

"how can that be!!"

The boy's face once again showed a shocked expression. This time he made a serious shot, but he was still caught by the guy in front of him.

What's going on? Why did this guy's momentum suddenly change! !

Feeling the murderous aura surrounding Uchiha Madara's body that seemed to be materialized, a drop of cold sweat burst out on his forehead, and a trace of fear arose in his heart.

It's almost like a different person...

"You are the first person in this world who has successfully angered me."

There was no expression on Uchiha Madara's face, but the increasingly terrifying murderous aura on his body showed that he was in a very bad mood.

"Then I grant you death."

As soon as the words fell, Madara Uchiha moved, his body was like a thunderbolt, and he came to the boy's side in the blink of an eye, clenched his right fist and swung it out.

"boom!!"

Uchiha Madara's fist hit the boy's face heavily, the terrifying force distorted the boy's head, but the bloody sword in the boy's hand pierced Uchiha Madara's stagnant body directly like a ghost.

"The tomb of the wheel."

An illusory figure flashed out from Uchiha Madara's body, and punched the body of the blood-colored sword. The sword trembled suddenly, and the blood light on his body dimmed a bit, and then he was hit by a huge force fly.

"People like you have no right to dance."

Uchiha Madara stood quietly, but the illusory figure beside him suddenly rushed towards the boy who flew backwards.

"hateful!!"

There was a trace of blood at the corner of the boy's mouth, a scowl on his face, his eyes fixed on Uchiha Madara, and the terrifying demonic power in his body suddenly condensed in his hands.

"Give me death!!"

The space in front of the young man seemed to be torn open, and the tip of a giant sword protruded from the crack in the dark space, and then turned into a beam of extreme light, rushing directly towards Uchiha Madara, who looked indifferent.

"Ah."

Facing the light that was enough to turn him into ashes, Uchiha Madara showed a disdainful smile, and a dark crack slowly opened in front of him.

The extremely bright light rushed straight into the crack, but it seemed to be swallowed up. After pouring into the crack, it became silent again.

"This……"

The situation in front of him made the young man stunned, but he did not expect that his most powerful killing move would be resolved by the other party.

"Wait, that crack..."

As if thinking of something, the boy's pure black pupils shrank suddenly, his body began to tremble slightly, and even his voice began to tremble.

"How can you use Yakumo Murasaki's gap?!"

"Yakumo Purple!!!"

Hearing this name, Uchiha Madara's cold expression suddenly changed, a crack opened on the side of his body, and Uchiha Madara stretched his hand into it.

"Ah..."

On the other hand, the young man who hadn't recovered from the shock felt his neck was suddenly pressed down by a huge force, his eyes looked down, and a hand stretched out from the crack, tightly strangled his neck .

"Etc., etc……"

The young man spat out a few words with difficulty, his eyes filled with fear of death.

"Tell me, where is Yakumo Murasaki?!"

Uchiha Madara's cold voice reached the boy's ears, filling his heart with a glimmer of hope for life.

"She's right there... right there..."

However, before the boy could finish his words, a blazing fireball suddenly penetrated his brain, and the words he had not yet spoken came to an abrupt end.

"you!!"

Seeing the boy whose head had been burned, and whose life breath had begun to weaken, Uchiha Madara turned his head fiercely and glared at the golden-faced Vulcan standing not far away.

"This fellow Daoist..."

The golden-faced Vulcan had an apologetic smile on his face. Before he could say what he wanted to say, the smile on his face was instantly replaced by panic.

"Die!"

A gray-white bone spur pierced directly into the head of the golden-faced Vulcan. In the blink of an eye, his body turned into a piece of dust, floating in the air.

"Yakumo Zi, and Sasuke, we will meet soon."

Looking at the young man's body, Madara Uchiha said something abruptly, and then he combined his hands suddenly, and the eyes of reincarnation burst out with endless power.

"The art of reincarnation."