The moment Han Li stepped into the altar-like hall, there was a "boom" and the ground under his feet suddenly burst, exploding a large hole.

Countless pieces of rubble shrivelled towards him, each of which emitted a piercing screech, and at the same time, a sharp knife shot out of the hole, slashing at his feet with incredible speed.

There was no warning of this change in the story, but Han Li's reaction was also extremely fast, and at the moment when the ground exploded, he had already taken the lead in floating back with great speed, dodging those rubble.

The sword light didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

With a "whoosh", a black shadow emerged from the hole.

But it was a tall black ape, wearing a pair of bright silver armor, with a faint flow of light on it, which did not look extraordinary, but unfortunately it was mostly broken, and held a white scimitar in his hand, seven feet long.

"Scaly beasts? No, it's a puppet. Han Li looked at the black ape's eyes, revealing a hint of surprise.

This black giant ape was covered in black monkey hair, its eyes were like copper bells, flashing with a hint of coldness, fangs were spitting out from its mouth, and it even had sticky saliva, it looked no different from a real creature, but Han Li could still tell at a glance that it was not a scale beast, but a puppet.

The feeling that this black ape gave him was quite similar to that of the original crab man.

Han Li's gaze immediately turned and landed on the white scimitar.

The scimitar showed no signs of decay, and the blade was like mercury, and the stars were faintly visible, flashing endlessly.

Fierce sword qi emanated from the scimitar, and the agitated surrounding air trembled.

Before Han Li could take a closer look, the black ape kicked under his feet, and his body turned into a black line and rushed straight over.

At the same time, the star pattern on the white scimitar in his hand suddenly lit up, and a several-zhang long Sen Han sword burst out from the blade, slashing towards Han Li's neck.

Han Li ignored this Sen Han Sword, and his body suddenly shook from side to side, turning into four or five identical figures and rushing in several directions to the left and right.

The black ape let out a low roar in its mouth, and as soon as the ape arm moved, the scimitar in his hand spun around, turning into a circle, enveloping all the figures that Han Li had turned into in it, and then strangled him fiercely.

But those figures were like phantoms, and as soon as they touched the sharp sword light, they immediately turned into nothingness.

When the black ape saw this, he was stunned.

At this moment, Han Li's figure appeared in front of the black ape out of thin air like a ghost, and his left hand turned into a knife and struck out with lightning speed, slicing into the black ape's wrist as fast as lightning.

With a "poof", the black ape's wrist was as fragile as tofu under Han Li's hand, and it was easily cut off.

A terrible scream came out of the black ape's mouth, and the other ape's arm burst out like lightning, and a fist the size of a human head slammed into Han Li's head.

However, Han Li's movements were much faster than his own, and with a flip of his other hand, he grabbed the white scimitar in his hand, and at the same time, his arm trembled and became blurred, and the white scimitar also turned into a white afterimage, slashing across the black ape's body.

The two figures staggered, and the black ape's body split in half with a "poof" from head to toe.

The two stumps fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and did not move.

Silver liquid gushed out of the black ape's body, as if it was real blood, the ape's body was full of internal organs, and it looked basically the same as a living thing, but these internal organs were made of a blood-colored jade, which was quite peculiar.

Han Li glanced at the black ape's remnant before retracting his gaze and looking at the Xue Liang scimitar in his hand, a hint of joy on his face.

The palm of his hand holding the knife was slightly forced, and he ran the "Tiansha Town Prison Gong", and a snow-bright sword suddenly rose on the blade, swallowing like a snake letter, and the air near the agitation was humming and trembling.

With a wave of his arm, the Xue Liang scimitar suddenly transformed into a Dao knife shadow, as if white spirit snakes were circling around his body.

The shadow of the knife slashed across the nearby walls, easily leaving deep marks, and the hard walls were as fragile as tofu in front of the scimitar.

Han Li quickly stopped trying, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Although this scimitar seems to be extraordinary, it is not a star weapon, and it cannot be blessed with power to the flesh like the Star Dou Shield, and it can only be regarded as a half-star weapon at best.

But even so, in today's circumstances, this knife can be regarded as an extremely precious weapon.

Han Li put the scimitar behind his back and continued to gather his breath and move forward.

Behind the altar gate is a long corridor, and the walls on both sides are made of dark gray stone ramparts, exuding a hint of yin.

The road is quite spacious, only three or four zhang wide, only two or three zhang high, and here for some reason, the light is extremely dim, can only see the distance of more than ten zhang or so before and after, walking in it gives people an unusually depressing feeling.

Han Li frowned slightly, stared forward a few times, and continued to walk forward.

But he walked very carefully, lest another puppet jump out of the ground or wall under his feet, or something.

Fortunately, his fears did not materialize, and when he walked inside for a meal, there were no further attacks, and an exit emitting a faint white light appeared in front of him.

Han Li's spirits perked up, and he immediately quickened his pace and stepped into the exit.

He felt a light in his eyes, and a square hall appeared in front of him.

This hall is hundreds of zhang in size, and the roof is inlaid with white fluorite, emitting bright white light, which illuminates the lights here.

The hall is not empty, and there are large and small stone statues.

These stone statues are lying or standing, their expressions are also different, some are full of excitement, some are full of pain, their faces are all the same, and they are all lifelike, looking extremely weird.

Seeing this, Han Li looked surprised.

At this moment, a little white residual light appeared in his field of vision, and the next moment this residual light quickly became incomparably larger and brighter, as if the stars were falling from the sky, and they were unstoppably attacking his face, and the speed was incredible.

Han Li's complexion changed suddenly, and his body flickered, and he quickly retreated backwards.

At the same time, his arm moved, and the scimitar behind his back appeared in his hand out of thin air, spinning around his head, able to withstand the white light.

A loud bang exploded!

A huge force erupted from the white light, and Han Li's sword-wielding arm trembled violently.

His whole person was already retreating rapidly, this time he retreated faster, almost uncontrollable his figure, and was shocked to fly more than a dozen steps before he could stabilize his body.

However, the white light was also shocked by him, and it spun around and shot back.

Han Li only saw the body of the white light clearly at this moment, but it was a white thin sword shaped like a spirit snake, and the surface was dotted with starlight, like a good star weapon.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a figure flash out from behind a stone statue, reaching out to catch the snake-shaped thin sword, which was the wind and dust.

"I wanted to shoot you through the head with a sword and give you a good time, but I didn't expect you kid to be clever. Feng Wuchen looked at Han Li and licked his lips, unconcealing the murderous intent in his eyes.

"The wind is dustless, I didn't expect that we were really fateful, or rather, the road is narrow. Han Li's eyes narrowed, and he said so.

With that blow just now, Feng Wuchen's strength seemed to be much greater than when he fought in the ring before, could it be that the other party had some adventures in the ruins?

"Hehe, the road is narrow, that's a good point! There were too many people in the Shura field before, and I didn't use all my strength, plus a moment of negligence, so you took advantage of the loophole. There is no one else here at the moment, I want you to live, you can't die!" Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he seemed to be extremely confident in himself.

"We had a small dispute before, but we were each our own master. At this moment, there are people from the puppet city in the ruins, after all, you and I belong to the same side of Xuancheng, why bother to fight again at this moment?" Han Li heard this, his heart was slightly relieved, and he said slowly.

"Why, you want to beg for mercy? It's too late! On the Xuandou Stage, you made me so embarrassed in front of my father-in-law and everyone, no matter how much you prayed, I didn't want to leave here alive today. A trace of bitter resentment flashed in Feng Wuchen's eyes, and a white light flashed in his other hand, and a snake-shaped thin sword appeared.

"So, do you have to do it?" Han Li sighed and said lightly.

Feng Wuchen let out a cruel smile, didn't bother to speak again, and stepped out with his feet.

His figure suddenly became shadowy, and the next moment, he crossed the distance of dozens of zhang between the two and appeared in front of Han Li out of thin air.

As soon as the two serpentine swords in his hands were raised, they stabbed into Han Li's chest.

From the disappearance of Feng Wuchen's figure to the time when the twin swords stabbed into Han Li's chest, there was no time interval at all, and the speed was almost twice as fast as during the Xuandoutai Battle that day.

Han Li stood there, motionless, as if he had no time to react.

Feng Wuchen was originally a little apprehensive in his heart, but seeing this scene, he was immediately relieved, his gaze moved away from the tips of the twin swords, and he looked at Han Li's face.

He wanted to see the man's desperate and horrified look in order to completely wash away his previous shame.

However, when Feng Wuchen raised his head, what he saw was a pair of cold and calm eyes.

Feng Wuchen didn't know why in his heart, he chuckled suddenly, and then he only heard a "bang", and the double swords in his hands had been swept away by a terrifying force.

His arms trembled, his mouth heated, and his swords almost flew away.

Feng Wuchen was shocked in his heart, his steps were wrong, and his body suddenly turned into a misty phantom, instantly shooting a distance of 100 zhang, and his face was full of shock.

"Since you insist on doing it, then I don't mind fulfilling you. Han Li looked at Feng Wuchen and said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, the white light on his body flickered, and one after another the mystical light appeared, and the two hundred and thirty-seven mystical rays all shone brightly, spewing out dazzling starlight outward.

The air within ten zhang of Han Li's body instantly exploded, emitting a screeching sound like a mountain and a tsunami, and an unimaginably large coercion erupted from his body, erupting and spreading in all directions.

Thundered!

The whole huge hall trembled, and the stone statues in the hall all hummed and swayed.

"How is this possible, how can you have this kind of strength!" Feng Wuchen looked at the more than two hundred mysteries on Han Li's body, his eyes showed a look of disbelief, and he exclaimed in surprise.