Chapter 1763

Three days, whether it is long or not, or whether it is short or not.

For ordinary people, it is impossible to heal Han Yu's serious injury. For Han Yu, nothing is impossible.

It took him two days to wipe out all the aura of the Heaven-cutting Finger Sword from the wound, and after that, he frantically refined the treasures of heaven and earth to heal his wounds. Without the suppression of the sword's breath, no matter how serious the injury is, Han Yu is not a concern.

The blood was boiling, and the wound was glowing with glow, and the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The shattered fingers finally grew back.

While Han Yu was healing, Xu Zizhuo sent people to spread the news that he was going to duel with Han Yu. In just half a day, everyone in Xitian City knew about it, and many people began to look forward to it.

Xu Zizhuo is a well-known genius in the Wangu Pavilion. He has long been famous in the world, and he is as famous as some of the most outstanding people in the nine heavens and ten places.

As for Han Yu, he gained a lot of fame by killing the Eighteen Horsemen of Zoutian. A few days ago, he made Du Zhenjiang of Kongtong Holy Land and Zhu Chonggao of Extreme Holy Land kneel and beg for mercy in Yujing Villa, which was even more troublesome. It can be said that the reputation is in full swing when the city is full of wind and rain.

Such a duel between two people, even if you don't want to attract attention.

After spreading the news, Xu Zizhuo began to cultivate in the inn. He had full confidence in killing Han Yu and didn't need to prepare anything at all.

"Young master, young hero Du Zhenjiang from Kongtong Holy Land is asking to see you." Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

Xu Ziyan opened his eyes and said lightly, "Let him in."

Not long after, a pale man with a touch of sickness came in.

In the past in Yujing Villa, Du Zhenjiang's head was trampled twice by Han Yu, and his soul was severely injured twice. Even if there is a magic elixir to restore the soul, it is still difficult to heal. The road of martial arts can be said to have come to an end here.

"Young Master Xu!" Du Zhenjiang bowed hurriedly, Xu Zizhuo sat cross-legged and didn't get up to greet him, nor was he annoyed.

"Why did Young Master Du come to see me?" Xu Zizhuo said flatly.

"I want to ask Young Master Xu for help." Du Zhenjiang said, keeping his posture very low.

"What's the matter?" Xu Zizhuo was still extremely indifferent.

"I hope Young Master Xu can kill that villain Han Yu in the duel." Du Zhenjiang's eyes were full of hatred.

"We're just competing to learn from each other. How can we kill people?" Xu Zizhuo pretended to be surprised.

"In the ring competition, casualties are inevitable, right?" Du Zhenjiang said.

"Why should I kill him for you?" Xu Zizhuo asked.

"If Young Master Xu can kill Han Yu, I have a star-breaking pill here, and I can give it to Young Master Xu with both hands." Du Zhenjiang took out a jade bottle, opened the stopper, and inside was a black cat's eye-sized pill that exuded a seductive scent. aroma.

"This Star Breaking Pill can help the Venus on the Holy Palace to break and turn into a golden lotus. Originally, I planned to use it at this Yaochi event, but now I am seriously injured, and it will be difficult to recover for a while, so I can't use it for the time being." Du Zhenjiang His complexion suddenly turned deathly gray, and then filled with murderous intent, he said, "Brother Xu, if you get this elixir, take it when you break through the barrier, at least it will increase the chance of breaking through by 70%."

Xu Zizhuo's eyes lit up, and greed gradually appeared on his face.

Du Zhenjiang glanced at Xu Zizhuo, then corked the jade bottle and put it away. Asked: "How does Du Shao think?"

Xu Ziyan retracted his gaze and said, "Whether to kill Han Yu or not is easy for me. How do I know that after I kill Han Yu, you will give me the Poxing Pill?"

Xu Zizhuo glanced sideways at Du Zhenjiang with suspicion.

Du Zhenjiang was overjoyed and said: "We can make a written statement now. After Han Yu's death, I will definitely offer the Poxing Pill as soon as possible. Inescapable is not."

Xu Zizhuo smiled and said, "That's very good."

So the two made papers, signed and pledged, and an underground transaction was completed in this way.

After Du Zhenjiang left, Xu Zizhuo looked at the red handprints in black and white, and couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect to have so many benefits from killing Han Yu, yes, yes..."

"Boom boom boom..."

There was another knock on the door.

Xu Zizhuo put away the paper and asked, "Who?"

"Young Master, Zhu Chonggao and Zhu Shaoxia of the Supreme Holy Land seek to see you!"

"Du Zhenjiang came to beg me to kill Han Yu, and this Zhu Chonggao must be the same, but I don't know what treasure he will show me to ask me to do it?" Xu Zizhuo suddenly looked forward to it, and said, "Please come."

Immediately, the whole person became more energetic.

The day of the duel finally arrived, and many people from Xitian City rushed to the central martial arts arena early, preparing to watch a good show.

On the central martial arts arena, there is an additional special arena, which forms a space of its own for saints to duel.

Yujing Villa, outside Han Yu's room. Wulai and Meng Zuisheng had been guarding here since early in the day, walking around holding hands, with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Damn Xu Ziyan, it's okay if he loses this time, but if he dares to win, I will never forgive him." Wu Lai scolded.

Meng Zuisheng glanced at Wulai, feeling angry with Wulai.

It can be said that today's situation is completely caused by Wulai.

"Boss has set up a formation, but he can't sense his aura. I don't know how the injury is?" Meng Zuisheng stopped to look at Han Yu's room, and then walked back and forth with arms folded.

He has no idea at all now, because Han Yu's injury this time is too serious.

"Junior Sister, Young Master Meng." Suddenly, an elegant voice came from outside the courtyard door.

Wulai and Meng Zuisheng looked around, only to see a peerless and elegant woman walking in slowly, she was the saint of Yaochi.

"Senior Sister, didn't you go back to the Holy Palace? Why did you come down the mountain again?" Wulai asked in surprise.

"I heard that brother Han and Xu Zizhuo are dueling today, so I'm here to watch the battle." Said the saintess of Yaochi.

Wulai and Meng Zuisheng nodded, and the holy maiden of Yaochi glanced at the closed door, and asked, "Brother Han hasn't come out yet, how is his injury?"

Meng Zuisheng said: "I don't know, the boss has arranged a trap, and no one can sense his breath."

The saint of Yaochi nodded slightly, and said: "I don't think you should worry too much. Brother Han is powerful. Looking at the world, there are few people in his generation who are his opponents."

Meng Zuisheng took a meaningful look at the Saintess of Yaochi.

Time passed by like quicksand at the fingertips. In the anticipation of countless people, the time came to noon, and the time for the duel was running out, and Han Yu's door showed no sign of opening.

In the central martial arts arena, bursts of cheers erupted suddenly, and a handsome man was seen walking towards this side stepping on the void with hands and feet behind his back. A faint light radiated from his body, supporting him like a son of God descending to earth. For a while, many women were fascinated.

One of the protagonists of this duel, Xu Zizhuo appeared.