Han Shu has already figured out the routine of this dueling arena a little, sitting in the small corner and thinking about his secret skills and moves in the realm of various layers, many of the secret techniques he used before have never been used after reaching the human king realm, after all, those moves can't exert the true combat power of the human king realm, Han Shu looked at the fast-moving silver moon in the sky, and suddenly thought of a question, time passes so fast here, and he doesn't know what's going on outside, I don't know if his brothers are in trouble.

At this time, in the stronghold of the Night Moon Organization, a fierce swan waved the whip in his hand and slapped a young man's body fiercely, each whip could bring up a large tidal wave of mental power, and the young man's still weak body was like duckweed in the sea, as if it would be submerged at any time.

The young man's eyes were resolute, his fists clenched tightly, and he did not let himself cry out even though his body was in great pain.

Isn't that a bit too much, he's just a kid. A middle-aged man looked at the teenager who was constantly being beaten, and felt a little distressed.

Besides, your father hasn't said anything, so what do you feel sorry for, and he has to bear this pain. Another man, covered in a dark robe, stared at the boy with sparkling eyes. also shouted: Crazy Batian, use some force, use all the Emperor's Heart Sutra.

Tyrant wiped the sweat on his face, leaked a trace of evil smile, the feathers all over his body flowed with a ghostly aura, and said gloatingly: Boy, don't blame the master for not feeling sorry for you, you are about to fight with that group of bastards, that is your master and your godfather's old enemy, this battle, you can only win, not lose, hear no.

Hear me, master. The young man's firm tone made the tyrant even more unscrupulous to let go of his hands and feet, and used the power of the nether to whip the young man.

The cold sleeps in a small corner to recuperate until the dawn comes.

What kind of showdown will it be today? Han Su smiled, now more and more looking forward to what the next test would be.

After entering the dueling arena, Han Shu vigilantly stared at the movements around him, but after a long time, he didn't see the figure of the duelist, and even the dark voice didn't sound.

Unconsciously, Han Shu's cultivation was suppressed to the second layer of the realm, Han Shu's heart moved, the secret technique was activated, and the breath was completely in the dueling arena, and the figure was also hidden, always paying attention to the changes around him.

The opponent did not appear, it does not mean that the opponent did not come, and Han Shu did not dare to take it lightly. If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

It's almost time for sunset, and the opponent hasn't appeared yet, Han Shu can't figure it out, isn't there a test today, it's that voice that deceived him.

Han Shu doesn't have much mental power in his body now, and he has been in a hidden state, which makes Han Shu consume a lot of mental power. Now that the distance between day and night is in a line, Han Shu has always tensed his nerves, not daring to relax, until nightfall, Han Shu revealed his figure, standing in place for a while, still without any movement.

Han Shu couldn't figure out what this meant, but since it was already night, he had to leave here first.

I can already see the houses outside, and there is no movement behind them, what the hell is going on.

When Han Shu had already relaxed his vigilance a little, a strong wind behind him, mixed with majestic mental power, hit directly, Han Shu turned his head slightly, pulled out Yan Long, resisted behind, and stabilized his body without moving a step.

Han Shu was really angry, although he hadn't participated in the duel arena battles before, he had heard some of the rules here. Here, the deceased is the loser, and the loser who exits the dueling arena is also the loser.

Han Shu looked at the dark surroundings, this person must have appeared in the dueling arena during the day, but Han Shu didn't notice him, when Han Shu was a little relaxed and was about to leave, it was really insidious to give Han Shu a fatal blow.

Han Shu returned to the center of the dueling arena, this person's means of concealing his aura were too strong, and Han Shu's divine sense had all been scattered, but he still didn't find any traces.

If you can't beat him, you still lose, and you're still the same as the people outside, my puppet. The voice hastened Han Shu's thoughts, and the silver moon moved faster and faster as it got older, and it was not far from sunrise the next day.

Now that the realm is suppressed, many of Hanshu's methods cannot be used.

How to forget it. Han Shu pulled out the Yan Long Sword from behind, although you are hiding, you must still be in this dueling arena, if you don't come out, then I will beat you out.

Yan Longjian's sword spirit could be unsheathed in the second layer of the realm, and the golden dragon roared out, instantly lighting up the entire space with a divine light, and the dragon's snort covered the entire space, and the dragon groaned one after another, causing the entire space to ripple layer by layer.

Yan Long's sword was inserted vertically downward, Han Shu's hands pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he drank softly in his mouth: Hongyan.

A red figure appeared in the night sky, and the golden dragon was wrapped around it, like a fairy in the sky, sacred and inviolable.

The red back shook slightly, and the telekinetic storm raged throughout the dueling arena, and Han Shu leaned out his divine sense, covering the entire place.

I don't believe it, I can't find you!

Until the red face was about to disappear, Han Shu noticed a fluctuation of telekinesis at the exit of the dueling arena, and the golden dragon and Han Shu figured it out and immediately flew over, and Han Shu then followed, beating out all his mental power, covering all this place.

A muffled snort sounded from the right side of Han Shu, and Yan Long's sword rose from the ground, directly passing through that position, and a black shadow was nailed to the ground by Yan Longjian.

Han Shu struck a piece of telekinesis on Yan Long's sword, and the sword qi and telekinesis were all strung into the black shadow's body, destroying the black shadow's life breath unscrupulously.

Until the aura of the black shadow became weaker and weaker, and it was almost about to disappear, the black shadow disappeared in front of Han Shu's eyes, and the sword body was also spotless, without a drop of blood, and it seemed that it was not a human who was hit.

Han Shu withdrew Yan Longjian, sneered and said: This time, I won.

If you're lucky, you'll not be so lucky in the next game. A cold voice sounded: By the way, you are not allowed to nail your opponent to death with a sword in the future, otherwise you will be directly judged to lose.

Why? Han Shu turned around and roared, this even has to be restrained by the way to win

Just because I'm the referee, because I can control your destiny, just because I'm the only master in this world, why, if you're not convinced, come to kill me, come to replace me. The man who said this was extremely arrogant and arrogant.

Han Shu held back the anger in his heart, didn't say anything, and walked out quietly.