Nine suns stepping on the sky

Outside the arena, there were countless shouts of excitement.

"This is Master Wuzong's stunt!"

"In the legend, under the king's rank, no one can crack the instant kill technique!"

"Wu Zhui's death seems to have really angered Lord Wu Ting, there is a good show to watch."

"I guess, Lord Wuzong will cut up the flesh and blood of Mo Yu little by little. He has done this before."

"I didn't expect to be able to see this scene today. It's really wonderful."

In an inconspicuous corner, several monks sat quietly on chairs, not affected by the frenzied atmosphere around them, and their expressions were calm.Their behavior is undoubtedly extremely abrupt here, but the strange thing is that the surrounding monks seem to have ignored them unintentionally, without noticing it at all.

"The strength is good." A man among several people suddenly said.

A giant man nodded and said in a buzzing voice, "This speed is enough to be selected."

"Then when it's over, ask for someone from the Beiya Arena." A fan group of female cultivators said lightly, and when they mentioned the Beiya Arena, they also had an indifferent expression, without the slightest awe.

After a short pause, several people nodded at the same time, and the resolution was passed.

Another place.

Zhang Guanshi showed admiration on his face, "In the past few years, Wu Ting's cultivation has become stronger."

The old man nodded, and suddenly said, "Who do you think will win?"

Manager Zhang heard what he meant, and was obviously surprised. After thinking about it seriously, he shook his head and said, "My lord, forgive me for being blunt. I really don't see that Mo Yu has the slightest chance of winning."

"You underestimate him, just watch, maybe today, the arena can make a good income again." The old man said lightly, but there was a faint gleam in his eyes.

You can still remain calm now, it seems that in the last three days, your strength has recovered.

Then let the old man see, you two, who is better!

Looking at the disappearing place, Mo Yu's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly calmed down.

After a few breaths, he suddenly clenched his fists and blasted out, there was a muffled "bang", a low hum sounded in the void, and a figure without a trace appeared, and he took several steps back before stopping.

Shouting wildly outside the arena, he stopped suddenly, as if his neck was pinched, he couldn't make a sound, and his wide-eyed eyes were full of shock.

Master Wuzong's famous stunt was blocked just like this?

how can that be!

Wu Zing's face suddenly changed, his eyes fixed on him, "You can actually see through my whereabouts, it seems that I have underestimated you a little, but then, it won't be so easy."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and the movement of his feet disappeared again.

Mo Yu's expression was indifferent, and without warning, he raised his hand and slapped forward. He didn't even turn around, and the palm of his hand directly shook Wu Zing's fist away.

The powerful force made his whole body slide backwards, and his feet drew a gully more than ten meters long on the ground.

The chest was heavy for a while, and it took a few breaths before it became unobstructed. Looking up, Wu Zong finally couldn't keep calm.

This time, he had tried his best to attack, but he didn't expect that Mo Yu would still find out ahead of time.

"I don't believe it, with your cultivation base, you can't find me at all!" Careful planning, an accident happened at the most critical moment, even in the city where there was no trace, uncontrollable fright and anger arose in my heart, and I stepped on the ground. , moving quickly again.

It has to be said that Wu Zong is indeed extremely powerful. In order to achieve an almost invisible effect like him, in addition to completely restraining the soul breath, he also needs extremely fast speed and eliminates all the fluctuations caused by high-speed movement .

It is simple to say, but overlapping together is an extremely complicated and difficult matter.

Unless you meet a monk with strong enough soul sensing, it is not an exaggeration to say that the god king is invincible.

Unfortunately, his opponent today is Mo Yu.

The realms of different levels make Wujing's performance at this moment, in Mo Yu's eyes, no different from the clown performing on stage.

Although he couldn't reveal his full strength, he didn't want to waste any more time. He suddenly stepped forward, his body turned into a phantom, and he clenched his fist and blasted out.

With a low and dull sound of "bang", Wu Zing's body was forcibly shaken out and retreated. Before he could dodge again, Mo Yu's figure was already approaching with a move of his feet, and he punched out again.

For a while, Wu Zing was entangled by him, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.This person did not know how many times he had been killed, he was a very murderous person, but now he was aroused to be fierce in his bones, he simply stopped breaking free, turned around and fought with him frantically.

It's just that the more he hits him, the more frightened he becomes. As a cultivator of the killing demon, apart from his impressive speed, his melee fighting methods are also terrifying, but Mo Yu's reaction speed is not inferior to him at all, even if he hits by chance, The powerful anti-shock force even made him feel like he was punching a human-shaped mountain!

What's more, the ferocious aura he accumulated from countless killings had no effect on Mo Yu at all.

Don't say it affected his mind, but made his shots more fierce and vicious.

The speed of the two is as fast as lightning, and they are completely entangled with two phantoms. Only the accidental collision can be captured.

But the tyrannical fighting atmosphere was completely exuded, like an invisible tornado, rolling the dust on the ground, turning into earth dragons, circling and roaring around the two of them.

"Who is Wujing's opponent?" At the corner, the man who spoke first suddenly said, with surprise on his face.

Soon, another person interjected, "Mo Yu, was trafficked to the arena half a year ago. Although he has always performed well, the strength he has exploded today is much stronger than before."

He paused, and continued: "Entering the arena for eleven battles, all his battle rewards have been exchanged for flesh and blood that contains powerful blood."

The few people were silent for a while, and the pupils of the fans flickered slightly, "It seems that this is his real strength."

"Very strong!" The strong man hummed, only this sentence, but the monks who really knew him would know, the less he said, the more cautious he was.

It's just that this kind of performance usually only appears in battle... Could it be that he was actually killed by the two of them, which aroused the fighting spirit in his heart?

The man who spoke first was silent for a while, "I suggest that Mo Yu be assessed immediately. If the conditions are met and the background is clean, he can be recruited into the Patrol Division."

"agree."

"agree."

……

On the surface, Steward Zhang is one of the ordinary stewards of the arena, but his authority is astonishingly high. He is the person in charge of the daily affairs of the entire arena. Looking at the way his mouth grows wide at the moment, one can tell how shaken his heart is for such a situation. Performance.

This Mo Yu...he...he has such strength!

"Zhang Yuan, you made too much money by buying him from Fifteen Fang Shenjing." The old man said with a smile. At this moment, he had already made a decision, so he was naturally in a good mood.

Zhang Yuan smiled wryly and shook his head, and quickly clapped his hands, annoyed: "It's bad, if I knew Mo Yu was hiding such a powerful strength, I shouldn't have let him and Wu Ting appear on the stage, now I'm afraid only one of them will be alive Come down."

Thinking of the losses suffered by the arena, he kept shaking his head.

The old man's eyes flickered slightly, he smiled but didn't speak.

Even if there is nothing to chase, he will arrange for the two to have a battle in the near future.

Only the strongest is the best choice.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered slightly, "It's time to decide the winner."

……

It should be almost the end of acting, so let's end it.

Mo Yu's eyes flickered coldly, he growled violently, and punched forward.

No matter the speed or strength of this punch, compared to before, there has been a huge surge.

Wu Zing's eyes widened suddenly, knowing that he couldn't dodge, he punched fiercely in his heart, and suddenly raised his hand to point at the center of Mo Yu's eyebrows.

His fingertips turned red at this moment, as if they had just been taken out of blood, and plasma would drip at any time.

With a deep and loud noise, Wuzong's body was thrown backward like a broken sack, and thick blood was spewing out from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs.If the soul is strong enough, he can even detect the fragments of soul that burst out from his body.

But when he was about to die, he pointed heavily at the center of Mo Yu's eyebrows, leaving a scarlet fingerprint. His face suddenly turned pale, he staggered back a few steps, and sat down cross-legged. After a few breaths, a black mouth protruded. With blood, his face looked a little better.But that sluggish appearance seemed to be seriously ill.

Lowering his eyelids, covering the strange color, and feeling those satisfied eyes, Mo Yu secretly thought that someone will come to contact him soon... But, that other more obscure gaze also contained What does it mean?

……

The few monks who left the arena quickly withdrew the feedback from the forces behind them, and there was no problem with the background check.

Although they were a little surprised by the simplicity of the information, they did not have any doubts about the judgment of the forces behind it.

"Let's go."

Several people got up, and after leaving the residence, they went straight to Beiya Arena.

……

The Nether God King was in a good mood, he never thought that at the last moment, another more suitable carrier would appear in front of him.

Incomparably strong physical body, extremely sensitive soul response... Perhaps, he has some kind of powerful blood that is unknown.Thinking of this, he was already in an excellent mood, and couldn't help but feel a little happier.

But soon, his joy was interrupted by his subordinate's report.

"Cultivator of Patrol Division." The God King of Netherworld frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, "What are they here for?"

Guanshi Zhang felt his gloom, and said cautiously, "I didn't say anything, I just asked to see you."

After hesitating, the King of Netherworld waved his hand, "Let them in."

Soon, several patrolling monks arrived and saluted at the same time, "I have seen the Nether God King."

"You guys, I don't know why you came here today. Is there someone who can be arrested by the Patrol Division in my Beiya Arena?" The King of Netherworld said gently.

The leading middle-aged monk said: "In today's arena, the person who killed the invisible person agreed with my patrol department's request. If you come today, you are asking the King of Netherworld to release him."

"What!" The King Netherworld's face changed drastically, and he said decisively: "No, this king has other uses!"