Seeing this, the other two masked monks from the fifth level of Qi Refining Stage looked at each other, and their murderous intent flashed in their eyes. They had already seen Xuanmu's ruthlessness and were determined not to keep Xuanmu. If Xuanmu was successfully killed, the killing sword in Xuanmu's hand would belong to them.

For such a good thing that kills two birds with one stone, it is worth taking some risks. If you escape, maybe when Xuanmu's cultivation reaches the fifth level, it will be time to seek revenge on them. If you are waiting to be chased, it is better to make a try.

Therefore, they took action. And it was their strongest killing spell - the "Shadow Arrow". Why did it be said that this "Shadow Arrow" is their strongest killing spell? Because this "Shadow Arrow" is indeed extremely powerful. For monks of the same level, there are not many strong people who can survive the real attacker who can resist the Shadow Arrow.

The moment the two men raised their staffs, five arrow shadows formed from the white beads in the two men's staffs. This is the wonderful thing about the "Shadow Arrow". No one can tell which of the five arrow shadows is the real "Shadow Arrow".

Once hit by this real "shadow arrow", it will inevitably cause fatal trauma. The best result is to save your life, but you will never be able to practice any qi refining again. Otherwise, the essence and blood in the body will not melt, the spiritual energy will rush into the palace, and the blood will bleed and die.

Of course, while casting the "Shadow Arrow", the caster will also need a huge amount of spiritual power consumption and the casting process. If it is an ordinary monk, it may still require a certain amount of casting time, but for monks holding the staff in their hands, the casting is not that slow. After all, the bead in the staff has a certain cohesion speed bonus.

However, Xuanmu grabbed the dead bone in front of him with his right hand, and crossed his chest. His body flashed. Just as the ten shadow arrows hit, his body suddenly disappeared into the air.

Just as these ten shadow arrows hit the dry bone, the dry bone's chest was wrapped in a ring and fell to the ground. At that moment, two rotten holes appeared on the dry bone. The dry bones that had already dried up blood and flesh were surprisingly rotten because of the attack of the shadow arrow.

What shocked the two of them was that Xuanmu disappeared out of thin air. When they were thinking about whether Xuanmu actually understood the ancient immortal art "television technique". Xuanmu suddenly quickly rushed out of the storage ring, pulled out the killing sword with his right hand, and glanced at the dry bone with lingering fear. He rushed towards the two fifth-level cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage. Faced with such a huge gap in strength, Xuanmu actually dared to rush forward to fight in close combat.

This made the two black-robed monks even more shocked. Without saying a word, they flew backward almost at the same time.

They had seen the power of the killing sword, and had to avoid it at this time. Obviously, Xuanmu did not want to let go of these two people, but wanted to kill with one blow. So he took action, and his left hand grabbed the sky and used the gravity technique. One of the monks who wanted to escape suddenly stopped in the air at this time.

Xuanmu turned his right hand and two spiritual talismans appeared in his hand. He saw him recite the decision and hold a sword in his right hand to another black-robed monk who was about to escape. The two spiritual talismans quickly turned into two wooden arrows, and a blue light flashed and hit the black-robed monk behind.

The monk in black robe paused and flew desperately toward the distance. In the blink of an eye, he had already flew ten feet away.

At this time, Xuanmu's body was not slow either. He held the sword in his right hand and had already pierced the abdomen of the black-robed monk who was pulled by the gravity technique. Almost in the blink of an eye, the black armor worn by the black-robed monk was pierced.

A series of red veins quickly appeared on the killing sword, and Xuanmu quickly pulled the killing sword out of the black-robed monk.

His body flashed and rushed towards the black-robed monk who was flying away in the distance.

——I’m sorry. Xuanmu was unable to catch up with the black-robed monk who had gone away in time. He could only return to his manor with a frustration.

Seeing two monks lying in the manor who were seriously injured by the killing sword, Xuanmu raised his lips slightly and called out: "Mox, come out."

Just as Xuanmu's voice landed, Mox, with a timid face, walked out of the building with fear. For a ten-year-old child, such a scene of fighting life and death really made him tremble.

"Mox, they are here to kill me. What do you think you should do now?" Xuanmu asked expressionlessly.

"Master, I don't know." Mox replied in a very low voice.

"Don't you know? If I were killed by them, do you know what else to do?" Xuanmu suddenly became extremely angry and shouted.

"The little slave knows that he will work hard to practice martial arts and avenge his master." Mox said very naively.

"You avenge me? Do you have that ability?" Xuanmu couldn't help but feel ridiculous. "Don't say you avenge me. Without me, how you can survive is a problem."

"The little slave knows that he is wrong. Next time, the little slave will definitely rush forward and willing to sacrifice his life for his master." Mox said with a trembling feeling, not knowing whether he was because of the cold or because of fear.

"Well, that's right. Only those who dare to fight to the death can survive, do you know?" Xuanmu nodded with satisfaction.

"The little slave knows."

"Okay, now I'll give you a task. You can kill the two of them." Xuanmu said expressionlessly, throwing an iron sword in his right hand to Mox.

Mox nodded, understood Xuanmu's meaning, picked up the iron sword on the ground and walked towards the two masked monks who were lying on the ground.

One of the monks with only dry right hand saw this, and wanted to struggle to death. He made a mark with his left hand and pointed at Mox. Seeing this, Mox was so scared that his right hand trembled, and the iron sword in his hand fell to the ground. He quickly turned around and ran towards the small building. While running, he shouted: "I won't kill you anymore, I won't kill you..."

"Mox, come back." Xuanmu's face was already cold and shouted loudly.

Mox, who was about to escape, suddenly stopped at this moment, turned around, looked at Xuanmu with fear, tears came out of his eyes, and said in a crying voice: "Master, I really can't do it!"

The seal made by the masked man in black was empty, but he suddenly stood up at this moment, and his left hand turned into a palm wind to hit Xuanmu's chest.

"Looking for death." Xuanmu snorted coldly, holding the killing sword in his right hand, and walked away against the black-clad masked man's palm wind.

In this moment, the killing sword in Xuanmu's hand had already pierced into the chest of the masked man in black. The palm wind that the man in black also knocked Xuanmu backwards several feet away.
Chapter completed!