That's right, if it's not, how can it be called a battle?

Time has come and gone for too long, and even Madara who has experienced the difference between life and death no longer has many ordinary people's emotions... The so-called eye of the moon, the so-called plan, and the so-called powerful seem to be all fantasies of the previous life, passing by...

But looking at the wood giant in front of him, exuding a terrifying intimidating power, he felt the true meaning of returning here after such a long period of time - yes, it was precisely because there were still such people in this world, and it was precisely because of that powerful and unrestrained power that he was brought back here by his fate in the underworld, and he was brought back here by his fate to the death, to realize his unparalleled ambitions, and to show his strength beyond common sense!

Yes, it's not like that, it's not okay without such an opponent!

They are the best proof of each other's existence in this world.

…

Draw the knife!

The blue giant warrior slowly drew the blade hidden at his waist.

The completely embodied reality, but his face was obscured by the armor, and only the eyes that revealed depth and anger remained, silently telling people what kind of great power the Uchiha clan possessed!

And the huge blade that seems to be able to divide the world with a single slash, accompanied by the shell that seems to be burning, adds a bit of ferocity! The ghosts and ghosts that are wrapped around the blade of the knife are like foam on the sea, disappearing, reappearing, repeating, as if eternal, only the terrible howl that suddenly resounded in the depths of people's hearts gave the opponent a little warning - this is not hell, but a place more terrible than hell!

The sword is unsheathed, and when it is unsheathed, it will drink the blood of the enemy!

Everywhere Madara Uchiha looks, everything is destroyed...

The strength of the strong is only because it is surging on the battlefield, the blocker is invincible, and the invincible sword is only the difference between life and death!

…

And on the other side of him, Zhenyong's closed eyes finally opened, and the eyes that were solemn and inky because of the immortal mode calmly watched everything that was happening in front of him... The giants are like that, the mountains are like that, the destruction is like that, the destruction is like that... All vanity, all tangible and intangible things, can no longer move him.

At that moment, it was as if he had become a real immortal!

As if in response to their master's ability, the two immortal deities let out a low roar and a Buddha chant from their throats, and the magic weapon and the iron fist were clenched at the same time.

The language of flowers is ethereal, and the sound of Buddha is long.

In the bell and Buddha singing that seems to have crossed the past of all beings, the black Ming King is more powerful, and the ink-colored Buddha is doubly magnificent.

It is compassion, it is patience.

It's grief and indignation, it's anger and killing!

Up to now, avoiding war is equivalent to death, and it is a violation of one's heart, even if it is bent on going its own way, it is absolutely impossible for Zhenyong to retreat here!

Heaven and earth, I am the only one.

Facing the samurai's giant sword head-on, the two Dharma Ministers showed their strength without hesitation!

In the face of the attack that seemed to destroy everything, Zhenyong was fearless and went against the current.

Save, or kill.

The way of heaven contains all things, and in the palm of his hand, it can also destroy all things!

The Buddha is merciful, but in the face of earthly demons, he will also be angry!

…

Unlike the previous battle with Yahiko Nagato, where each had a subtle plan, the duel between Madara and Mayu is more like a martial arts duel with all their might, but each with its own foundation!

There is no elaborate design, but it is dignified and upright, and it is inevitable to oppress people!

On the other hand, under this level of power, relying on stratagem and strategy falls into the bottom line...

"Knock !!!"

The devastating sound of heaven finally sounded, and from beginning to end, this battle only made this loud noise.

… The winner is decided.

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"Na, Mom, I just learned to make mung bean cake with Brother Yueyin~"

The milky little Chinatsu held the delicate food box and pushed open the door in a bouncy - in the Thousand Hands House, there has never been such a habit of locking the door, not to mention, the eagle is just sitting quietly in the bedroom... It was noon, and of course the woman would not rest at this time.

The vulture, who had healed from his injuries, furrowed his brow slightly, and did not say anything more, but opened his arms and hugged his daughter in his arms.

"Mom, try it~"

The pink little hand carefully pinched a piece of snack, and then smiled and brought it to the eagle's mouth... The eagle originally had no appetite, but how could he bear to go against Chinatsu's thoughts?

She lowered her head, took the slightly sweet mung bean cake into her mouth, and then happily touched Xiao Qianxia's head...

During these days, the little princess has been doing her mother's ideological work, and now, although the eagle is still angry, it is no longer as absolute as it was at the beginning... It's just that the clouds in my heart are increasing unabated... She and Zhenyong have already passed through the death together more than once, and that subtle induction is really unreassuring.

-- Looking into the distance, beyond the clear sky, there seemed to be a faint thunder...

PS: I'm a little busy today, first of all, the first update! Rest assured, what has been said will not be broken and ask for everything!!!