Nine suns stepping on the sky

The black shadow is a small pocket sword, about the size of an adult's finger, the whole body is black and smooth, but there is no reflection at all, it seems that the falling light is swallowed by it.

Its speed was astonishingly fast, and it appeared in front of Mo Yu in a flash, piercing through the center of his brow.

The corners of Wu Zhui's mouth curled up, revealing a ferocious smile, but he soon realized that something was wrong. There was no blood flowing out of Mo Yu's wound.

Like... a shadow.

With this thought in his heart, his body froze suddenly, and the hairs on his back suddenly rose, but it was too late to react.

A palm grabbed his neck, and a deep voice rang in his ears, "If you want to die, I will help you."

Wu Zhui's eyeballs shrank suddenly, and there was endless fear in his heart. Before he could open his mouth to speak, his big hand suddenly tightened.

There was a soft "click" in his ear, and his consciousness quickly fell into darkness. The last thought in his mind was: How dare he kill me!

At the gate of the courtyard, the faces of several sneering monks had turned pale. One of them frantically squeezed out the spell, and his body soon trembled.

"You killed Wuzhui's soul! You killed him completely!"

When the rest of the people heard this, their faces became even uglier.

"You really dare to kill him!"

"Damn it, even we will be implicated now!"

"Quickly report to Lord Wuzong, this matter has nothing to do with us!"

Mo Yu was expressionless, and suddenly threw Wu Zhui's body in front of them, "If you want to leave, take him with you."

Several people lifted the dead body of Wuchai, and left quickly with mournful faces.

"Cough...cough..." The monk who was beaten into the arena came coughing lightly, with a serious expression on his face, "You have caused a big disaster this time, alas, I will report the truth, but it may not be able to save you, so let's do it ourselves .”

After speaking, he took people away in a hurry.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, then calmed down, turned around and wanted to go to the room, "The matter is over, you can go too."

Concubine Ming shook her head, her pretty face was full of horror, "Don't drive me away, or if you come without a trace, you will definitely kill me! Please, let me stay here!"

Mo Yu's face darkened, and seeing her pleading face, he paused and said, "Who is Wujing?" From the words of several people, he naturally realized that all of this was related to this person.

Concubine Ming's body trembled, the fear in her eyes became heavier, and she said in a trembling voice, "He is Wu Zhui's elder brother, and he is also the strongest slave in the arena..."

From her mouth, Mo Yu knew about this person.

It turned out that Wu Zong practiced the way of killing demons, and he needed to fight for life and death in order to be brave and diligent.So many years ago, he took the initiative to join the arena with no pursuit, and constantly sharpened himself with the help of killings. It has already broken through to the realm of the gods more than ten years ago, and because of the practice of killing demons, his strength is extremely terrifying .

"Wu Zing's temperament is extremely tyrannical, and he takes people's lives at every turn, but he loves his only younger brother very much. If you kill him without chasing him, he will never let it go!" After saying this tremblingly, Concubine Ming thought of dying under his hands. The miserable appearance, can't help but become more frightening.

God.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed a trace of undetectable gloom. In his current state, it is still difficult to face this level of monks. If he is not careful, the recovered physical injuries will deteriorate rapidly again. If he wants to recover, he will become more difficult.At this critical moment, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

After pondering for a while, Mo Yu suddenly said: "Concubine Ming, your status in the arena should not be low. I want you to send a message to the person in charge of the arena, and give me three days. Then everything will be resolved. .”

Concubine Ming was startled, she understood what he meant, she couldn't help showing hesitation in her eyes, she quickly gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, I will try my best! Before Wu Zang responds, I will go now."

She quickly walked out of the courtyard and flew straight into the distance.

Mo Yu turned around and returned to the room, sat cross-legged, his mind slowly returned to calm.

Three days later, when he recovered some of his strength, he was nowhere to be seen, and there was no threat at all.

……

Guanshi Zhang came in a hurry, his face was full of solemnity, he bowed and said: "My lord, Concubine Ming will send a message for him, asking him to give him three days in the arena."

According to the ordinary old man, he pondered for a while, "Promise him."

"But, Wujing over there..."

"Tell him that's what I meant."

Manager Zhang felt relieved, "Yes, I will handle this right away."

When he left, the old man looked down at the drier palms, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, "It's about to reach the limit, it's time to compare and see who is more suitable to bear my strength."

……

High-level slave living area.

On the long street, there were densely packed figures, all looking at the monks standing outside the courtyard, with deep fear in their eyes.

"Master Wuzong, Mo Yu lives here." A monk said in a trembling voice, his eyes seemed to be full of pleading.

Wu Zing is an ordinary-looking young man with a medium build. Apart from his cold temperament, there is nothing conspicuous about him.

But he stood here like a huge rock, pressing on the chests of all the monks, making them feel unable to breathe.

Without opening his mouth, he flicked his fingers, and a red light shot out, piercing through the head of the monk in front of him, bringing out a red and white thing.

The body of this person fell to the ground normally, and his soul had been strangled into countless pieces by the evil spirit contained in the crimson light.

"Run away!"

"Escape!"

The few monks who came here with Wu Zhui that day were already in panic, but now they were terrified when they saw this, they turned around and fled separately, screaming.

Wu Zing remained silent, but a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, and a few blood shadows suddenly appeared in the air, directly burrowing into the bodies of several people.

After a burst of chewing sounds that made people's heads tingle, all of them fell to the ground, their limbs and faces were all twisted in pain, and they had no breath at all.

"My brother is dead, how can you still be alive." Wu Zing said calmly, without too many ups and downs in tone, as if describing something that should be taken for granted.

With a step on his feet, several corpses were thrown into the air at the same time. With a wave of his sleeve, several black shadows flew out, directly pierced through the chest of the corpses, and were nailed to both sides of the courtyard gate.

Throughout the long street, countless monks restrained their breathing and did not dare to make a sound.

Wu Zing pulled Concubine Ming, stretched out his hand to pinch her smooth chin, looked at the courtyard door that was still open, "You need three days for him, and I will give it to him. I will kill him before sending you on your way. , to accompany my poor brother."

While speaking, he leaned close to her temples, took a deep breath, felt the slight trembling of her body, and suddenly raised his head and laughed.

in the room.

Mo Yu opened a gap in his eyes, and his expression was calm without any disturbance.

"act recklessly."

After speaking softly, his eyes slowly closed.

It was just a blink of an eye, when Mo Yu opened his eyes again, it was already the third day.A low, muffled sound suddenly came from his body, like a gap in the embankment, countless rivers gushed out, and there was a "rumbling" sound as it flowed.

It got louder and heavier, and finally the whole ground trembled violently.

Mo Yu suddenly raised his head, the black robe on his body fluttered without wind, and an invisible energy burst out immediately, shaking the whole room into countless pieces.

Feeling the long-lost power, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but soon he seemed to have noticed something, and the breath in his body quickly restrained.

His eyes paused for a while somewhere in the distance, Mo Yu turned thoughtful, turned and walked outside.

As for the outside of the courtyard, those distorted corpses left without a trace failed to attract his attention at all.

Several arena monks stood in the distance, with deep shock in their eyes.

Seeing that Mo Yu left on his own, they didn't dare to stop him at all. Seeing that he was heading towards the arena, they breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed him.

……

Douchang Wujing, who hadn't made a move for many years, appeared on the stage again, and his cultivation alone was enough to attract too much attention.

Outside the fence, there is already a sea of ​​people, every pair of eyes is full of excitement, and there are roars in the mouth.

"Master Wujing, I am your loyal supporter, please show the most exciting bloody feast today!"

"Kill that kid, he made me lose a lot of Baojing recently!"

"Crush his legs first, then go up a little bit, and finally crush his head!"

"Master Wuzong is invincible!"

No one is optimistic about Mo Yu, even if he has shown enough strength in the previous battle.

Because his opponent is the Murderer Wujing.

In the entire Beiya Star, except for the big figures hidden behind the scenes of the Beiya Arena, no one dared to say that he was his opponent.

Wu Zing's hands were naturally lowered, his cold face was indifferent, there was no excitement about killing the enemy at all, and he was still calm at this time, which showed his fearfulness even more.

He swept his eyes darkly, and felt those gazes were falling on him, and a strong belief could not help gushing from the bottom of his heart.

In this battle, not only must you win, but you must win beautifully, revealing your strongest strength. Only in this way can you be favored by them.

Suddenly, the voices outside the arena suddenly became more intense. With a heartbeat, Wu Zing slowly raised his head, and saw a figure in black robes had entered, walking towards him.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a hint of a smile, exuding a ruthless indifference, which made the dangerous aura around him soar wildly at this moment.

A thick and disgusting bloody smell emanated from Wujing's body, staining the surrounding space with a faint blood color at this moment.

"Mo Yu, you are finally here."

A slightly hoarse voice, like the neighing of a poisonous snake, drilled into his mind with an extremely uncomfortable tremor.

It feels like a snake's forked wet tongue, licking and moving on the body, extremely frightening.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, but he frowned secretly, and he noticed that a few special eyes fell on this place.

Today's fight does not seem to be as simple as it appears on the surface.

Thoughts turned quickly, and a vague conjecture emerged in my mind, but it didn't reveal the slightest bit on the surface. I glanced at it and said, "Don't waste time."

Wu Xing was slightly startled, then laughed out loud, louder and louder, and finally turned into a wild laugh.

Very abruptly, his laughter stopped abruptly, and his voice became even deeper, "I will kill you first, and then I will kill the little girl over there to avenge me, and use your blood to open a new life for me .”

The sound was still vibrating at the eardrums, and the figure disappeared without a trace.He didn't really disappear, but the speed was too fast, beyond the sight and even the capture of the soul.

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[There will be an update in the evening. 】