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

It was astonishingly fast, and it appeared in front of Mo Yu in a flash, piercing his eyebrows directly.

Wu Zhui's mouth raised and showed a ferocious smile, but soon he realized that there was nothing wrong with Mo Yu's wound.

It's like...a shadow.

This thought came out of his heart, and his body suddenly stiffened, and a hair suddenly appeared behind him, but it was too late to react at all.

A palm grabbed his neck, and a low voice rang in his ear, "If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

Wu Zhui's eyes suddenly contracted, and endless fear surged in his heart. Before he could speak, his big hand suddenly tightened.

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

At the gate of the courtyard, several sneering monks had turned pale. One of them was in a hurry to pinch out the magic trick, and his body quickly trembled.

"You destroyed Wu Zhui's soul! You killed him completely!"

When the other people heard this, their faces suddenly became even more ugly.

"You really dare to kill him!"

"Damn it, even if we are involved now!"

"Report to Master Wuzhi, this matter has nothing to do with us!"

Mo Yu had no expression on his face and suddenly threw Wu Zhui's body in front of them, "If you want to leave, take him with you."

Several people raised the body of Wuying and left quickly with a sad face.

"Cough...cough..." The monk who was beaten away came to the arena coughing lightly, with a serious expression, "You have caused a big disaster this time. Oh, I will report it truthfully, but I may not be able to save you, so please do it yourself."

After saying that, he took people away in a hurry.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, then returned to calm, turned around and walked into the room, "The matter has passed, you can leave too."

Concubine Ming shook her head, her pretty face full of fear, "Don't drive me away, otherwise she will definitely kill me if she comes without a trace! Please, let me stay here!"

Mo Yu's face darkened, he looked at her begging, paused and said, "Who is Wuzhi?" From what the few people said, he naturally realized that all this was related to this person.

Concubine Ming's body trembled, her eyes became more fearful, and she spoke in her trembling voice, "He is the brother who is not chased, and he is also the strongest slave in the arena..."

From her mouth, Mo Yu learned about this person.

It turns out that Wuzhi is practicing the way of killing demons, and he needs to be brave and diligent in life and death fighting. So many years ago, he took the initiative to join the arena with Wuzhi, and constantly honed himself with the help of killings. More than ten years ago, he had already broken through to the realm of the God Lord, and because of his practice of the way of killing demons, his strength was extremely terrifying.

"Wujie is extremely violent and takes human life at any time, but he is extremely spoiled to his only brother. If you kill Wuzhui, he will never give up!" After saying this tremblingly, Concubine Ming couldn't help but become even more frightened when she thought of the miserable appearance of the monk who died under him.

God.

A trace of indefinite gloom flashed in Mo Yu's eyes. His current state was still a bit difficult for him to face this level of monk. If he was not careful, the recovered physical injuries would deteriorate rapidly again, and it would become more difficult to recover. At this critical moment, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

After pondering for a while, Mo Yu suddenly said, "Mingfei, your status in the arena should be quite high. I want you to pass the message to the person in charge of the arena and buy me three days. All things will be solved by then."

Concubine Ming was stunned and understood what he meant. He couldn't help but hesitate in his eyes. He quickly gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will do my best! I'll go now before I react without a trace."

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

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

Three days later, when he recovered some of his strength, he was alone without a trace and there was no threat at all.

...

Manager Zhang hurried over with a solemn face, bowed and said, "Sir, Concubine Ming is passing a message for him, and he wants to give him three days to the arena."

Following the ordinary old man, he pondered for a moment, "Promise him."

"But, no trace over there..."

"Tell him, that's what I mean."

Manager Zhang felt relieved, "Yes, I'll do this immediately."

When he left, the old man looked down at his increasingly dry palm, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, "It's almost time to compare, and see who is more suitable to bear my strength."

...

Areas of residence of higher slaves.

On the long street, there were shadows full of figures, and all their eyes were looking at the monks standing outside the courtyard, with deep fear in their eyes.

"Sir Wuzhi, Na Mo Yu lives here." A monk spoke tremblingly, as if his eyes were filled with begging.

Wuzhi is a young man with an ordinary appearance, with a medium figure, and there is nothing conspicuous except for his cold temperament.

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

Without opening his mouth, he bounced his fingers and a red light shot out, piercing the monk's head in front of him, bringing out a red and white object.

This person's body fell to the ground, and his soul had been smeared into countless pieces by the evil aura contained in the red light.

"Escape!"

"Escape!"

The monks who came here with Wu Zhui that day were already panicked. At this moment, they were shocked to see this and screamed and turned around and ran away.

Wuzhi was silent, but a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes. Several blood shadows suddenly appeared in the air, and they directly penetrated into the bodies of several people.

After a choking sound that made people twitch, the bodies of several people fell to the ground, their limbs and faces were all twisted in pain, and there was no breath.

"My brother is dead, how can you still be alive?" Wuzhi spoke calmly, without much fluctuation in his tone, as if he was narrating something that was rightful.

As soon as he stepped under his feet, several corpses shook away at the same time. He waved his sleeves and several black shadows flew out, directly piercing through the corpse's chest and nailed to both sides of the courtyard gate.

In the entire long street, countless monks kept their breathing and did not dare to make any sound.

Wuzong pulled Mingfei, reached out to pinch her smooth chin, and looked at the still-open courtyard gate, "You'll take him three days, I'll give it to him. When I kill him, I'll send you on the way to accompany my poor brother."

As he spoke, he approached her temples, took a deep breath, felt the slight trembling of her body, and suddenly he raised his head and laughed.

In the room.

Mo Yu's eyes opened a gap, his expression calm, without any turbulence.

"act recklessly."

After speaking softly, his eyes slowly closed.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye. When Mo Yu opened his eyes again, it was the third day. A low dull sound suddenly came from his body, like a gap appeared on the embankment. Countless river water gushed out, making a "rumbling" sound as it flowed.

It became louder and heavier, and eventually the entire ground trembled violently.

Mo Yu suddenly looked up, his black robe was turbulent, and an invisible energy suddenly burst out, shaking the entire room into countless pieces.

Feeling the long-lost power, a smile appeared on his lips, but soon he seemed to notice something, and his breath quickly converged.

His eyes paused a little in the distance, and Mo Yu thought about it and turned around and walked outward.

As for the twisted corpses outside the yard that were left without a trace, they did not attract his attention at all.

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

Seeing Mo Yu leave by himself, they didn't dare to stop him. Seeing that he was heading towards the arena, they breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.

...

The arena that has not taken action for many years has appeared again without a trace. His God's cultivation alone is enough to attract too much attention.

Outside the fence, there were already a crowd of people, and every pair of eyes was filled with excitement, and there were roars from their mouths.

"Sir Wuzhi, 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!"

"First crush his legs, then move up a little bit, and finally squeeze his head!"

"The Lord Wuzhi is invincible!"

No one was optimistic about Mo Yu, even though he showed enough strength in the previous battle.

Because his opponent is a murderer without a trace.

In the entire Beiya Star, except for the big man hidden behind the scenes of Beiya Doutian, no one dares to say that he is his opponent.

Wuzhi's hands naturally drooped, his cold face was indifferent, and there was no excitement of killing his enemy. It was still able to remain calm at this time, which further demonstrated his terror.

His eyes faintly swept, and he felt those gazes falling on him, and a strong belief gushed out from the depths of his heart.

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

Suddenly, the sound outside the field suddenly became even more intense. When I felt a move in my heart, I slowly looked up and saw a black robe figure entering and walking towards him.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a smile appeared. The coldness and coldness emanated, which made the dangerous aura around him soar wildly at this moment.

The disgustingly bloody smell emanated from Wuzhi's body, causing the surrounding space to be stained with a faint blood color at this moment.

"Mo Yu, you are finally here."

A slightly hoarse voice, like the roar of a poisonous snake, entered my mind with a very uncomfortable tremor.

It gives people the feeling of being like a wet tongue that is forked by a snake, licking it on its body, which is extremely terrifying.

Mo Yu looked calm, but frowned in secret. Sure enough, he noticed that several special gazes fell here.

Today's fight doesn't seem to be as simple as it seems.

The thoughts quickly turned, and a vague guess emerged in my heart, but there was no trace on the surface. I glanced at it and said, "Don't waste time."

Wuzong was slightly stunned, and then laughed out louder and louder, and eventually turned into a crazy laugh of Yangtian.

It was very abrupt. His laughter suddenly stopped and his voice became even more low. "I will kill you first, then kill the little girl over there, avenge my no-chase, and use your blood to open a new life for me."

The sound was still vibrating in the eardrums, and the figure disappeared without a trace. It was not really gone, but the speed was too fast, beyond the sight and even the capture of the soul.

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Chapter completed!