Han Shu staggered up from the charred ground with a black face, changed into a clean white robe, and sat on the ground again after just two steps, still a little overestimating the strength of his body, such a fierce purple thunder and lightning split Han Shu's inner scorch, and he had no choice but to sit down and recover his injuries on the spot.

What made Han Shu happy in his heart was that after being so seriously injured, it only took a day to be intact and his recovery ability was extremely strong, and after restoring his physical condition to the best, Han Shu continued to move forward, not knowing what kind of danger was waiting for him in front of him.

After walking for a day, seeing the scene in front of him brought Han Shu to tears, a majestic city stood in front of him, majestic and magnificent, and Han Shu's nose was sore: I finally saw my relatives.

After entering the city, Han Shu greeted everyone who passed by warmly, and in addition to the surprise, Han Shu calmed down, this is a test, so how did these people appear here, is it that the testers in these ten thousand years are trapped here and can't get out, or are these not people at all.

Han Shu walked around, trying to find some clues to pass the test, but after walking for a long time, it was in vain, and the people here looked wooden, no matter how Han Shu communicated with them, they didn't get a response.

Han Shu was a little helpless, what should I do, and the city gate was closed after Han Shu came in, and now this city can't go out, Han Shu squatted on the steps, looking at the crowd coming and going, bored.

Until a man in black walked up to him and said in a wooden voice: "New challenger, please come to the dueling arena, win, you can get out alive, and if you lose, you will stay here forever."

Hey, are you all failed challengers? Han Shu hurriedly asked, but the man in black left Han Shu's sight after finishing speaking, and turned a deaf ear to what Han Shu said, just disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The dueling arena seems to be about to kill a lot. Han Shu couldn't help laughing, extremely happy, the reason for the happiness was not that Han Shujue was able to easily defeat the challenger in the dueling arena, but because he was finally able to fight with the living, the previous test had always been passively beaten, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Han Shu carried two swords on his back, looking for the location of the dueling arena, recalling the expressions of these people on the road, happy and solemn also filled Han Shu's heart, the man in black just now said that the loser should stay here. These people are all challenged and failed to become like this.

For 10,000 years, there have been countless monks who want to become the son of the underworld, and the identity of the heir of the Night Moon Organization is tempting, even if he becomes the son of the underworld, he can only become the heir of the Night Moon Organization, but it is enough to attract countless monks.

Han Shu was thinking about it, and came to a huge palace, and the three big black characters above the palace were flowing with a strong avenue atmosphere, this was the dueling arena.

Han Shu pulled his white robe, walked in, and as soon as he stepped over the door, he was grabbed by an arm, the owner of this arm hid in the dark and did not show up, and handed Han Shu a token, on which was written a thousand.

Could it be that he is the thousandth challenger? Han Shu took the token in his hand and stroked it back and forth with great interest, and walked towards the place where a glimmer of light floated in front of him, until Han Shu was completely under the light, Han Shu stood in a circular clearing.

In front of him stood a burly, tall and vicious man, with dark skin and a cannibalistic gaze, staring directly at Han Shu, as if he was going to tear Han Shu apart in the next moment.

Han Shu chuckled: I really thought Uncle Ben was scared. Yan Long's sword was unsheathed, Han Shu clenched it with one hand, and injected all his mental power into Yan Long's sword, wanting to kill the big man in front of him with one move.

Dahan had already rushed towards Han Shu, there was still a white liquid on his mouth that he didn't know if it was saliva or what, and he roared hideously, Han Shu was shocked to find that when he mobilized his mental power, the mental power in his body had disappeared completely, at this time, Dahan had already collided, and a savage collision directly knocked Han Shu into the protective cover of the duel arena.

Han Shu was about to cry: Isn't this playing with me, you want to seal my telekinesis, if you said it earlier, I won't put on this position. When Han Shu was resenting the Night Moon Emperor, he had already been grabbed by the big man's ankle and smashed it on the ground, rubbing it wantonly.

Han Shu's face was swollen, and when the ground was about to make intimate contact with his cheeks again, he supported the ground with his hands and exerted his legs, directly getting rid of the shackles of the big man.

One turned over and landed behind the big man, Han Shu touched his swollen face, and scolded angrily: You dare to hit me in the face, uncle, I will kill you today.

Han Shu put Yan Long and Ruyu aside, and wanted to use his physical strength to defeat the big man head-on, Han Shu's feet suddenly became vigorous, and he jumped directly into the air, and his fist rushed straight away according to the head of the big man, the big man stood in place, standing still, when Han Shu was about to approach, he stretched out one hand and directly resisted Han Shu's fist, and the sound of bones cracking sounded from Han Shu's body, just a punch, Han Shu was seriously injured, and one right arm was directly abolished.

Han Shu pinched his right arm, which was now unable to move. A slightly mocking voice sounded in Han Shu's ears: If you feel that you can't do it, you can temporarily withdraw from the dueling arena, and you will fight tomorrow, but the number of challenges is only ten times, if you still fail after ten times, then congratulations, welcome to the world of dolls.

The four words of the puppet world are like a thunderbolt from the sky across Han Shu's ears, Han Shu used weeds to weave a puppet when he was a child, and he knows what a puppet means, and those people outside have turned into dolls, just the corpses of the walking dead.

When Han Shu's thoughts were shocked just now, Dahan had already rushed to Han Shu's face, Han Shu could clearly see the pores on Dahan's face, and between the lightning and flint, Han Shu smashed into Dahan's chest with a punch: Fuck your uncle.

Han Shu punched one punch after another, using all the strength of his body to defeat this big man, if possible, Han Shu wanted to kill directly, but the sky was not as good as people wanted, before Han Shu beat the big man down, the big man had already carried Han Shu in the air, grabbed Han Shu's punching arm and twisted it hard, crackling sounds came and went, and Han Shu's two arms were all abolished.

The big man threw Han Shu on the ground like a waste, and his big grinding disc feet came directly at Han Shu's head, Han Shu endured the severe pain, rolled to the side, and a carp stood up.

Then spread his legs and sprint frantically towards the outside of the dueling arena, this place should not stay for a long time, and if he stays any longer, his life will be gone.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses, and fight again tomorrow.