In the state of sacrifice, Long Haochen has entered a strange state, where he regards death as his own. His own potential has been developed to a great extent.
In fact, he was carrying the medicine gifted by Lin Xin. He could use the medicine to improve his cultivation. However, his opponent did not even summon a mount for the sake of fairness. How could Long Haochen allow himself to compete with his opponent with the medicine?
Under the tremendous pressure Yang Wenzhao brought to him, the realization of sacrifice burst out instantly. At this moment, the various disciplinary knight skills he had practiced in the past five years seemed to be completely integrated.
Yang Wenzhao sighed secretly in his heart. On his chest, dots of blue light floated out. Each dot of blue light seemed to contain a crystal luster, just like blue gems flying out. With Long Haochen falling from the sky
Collide together.
Spirit furnace!
He is confident to take Long Haochen's attack, but if he takes it head-on, he will definitely be injured. And Yang Wenzhao's goal is not just to pass the round in front of him, he wants to get the first place in the knights, the demon hunting group
First place in the selection finals. At this time, how could you allow yourself to get injured?
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
A series of roaring sounds continued to appear above Long Haochen's hovering figure. Every bit of blue crystal light flying out and colliding with his body would produce a strong explosion, and every explosion would also cause Long Haochen to explode.
The golden-red light on Haochen's body was reduced by half, and the rotation speed was also reduced.
When Long Haochen was able to attack Yang Wenzhao at close range, he could no longer maintain his fighting sword.
boom--
The two of them retreated at the same time. Yang Wenzhao retreated three feet, opened his mouth and spat out a faint golden mist, his chest heaved and he was slightly panting.
In the distance, Long Haochen stood there with his swords on the ground. The red color in his eyes gradually faded away, and all his spiritual power also melted away. However, he still stood, with his back straight, looking at Yang Wenzhao, his face as pale as gold paper.
, blood continued to overflow from his mouth and nose.
"Force me to use the Xinghai Spiritual Furnace to resist your attack. I admire you. If you and I were the same age, I may not be able to defeat you." Yang Wenzhao extended his thumb to Long Haochen, "I hope that after you have a mount, we will meet again."
Let’s fight.”
"The game is over, No. 1 wins." The referee's slightly anxious voice sounded. Then, from the direction of the podium, a white light with dots of silver stars fell from the sky, instantly shining on Long Haochen.
Holy healing technique, the seventh-level healing skill of the guardian knight.
Dots of silver stars immersed themselves in Long Haochen's body under the holy light, stabilizing the energy and blood in his body and healing the injuries in his internal organs.
"Haochen." When the referee announced the end of the game, the protective shield around the training ground also dispersed. Ye Hua rushed into the field immediately and hugged Long Haochen who was barely standing there.
A mouthful of blood spurted out. Even though he was bathed in the Holy Healing Technique, Long Haochen slowly fell into Ye Hua's arms and fell into a coma. However, no one noticed that there was a faint layer of blood on his chest.
The white light fluctuates softly.
In the corner, Han Yu stood there, not moving for a long time. Long Haochen still lost in the end, lost to Yang Wenzhao. However, even if he lost this game, it was still an honor to lose.
!
Spirit furnace, both of them actually have spiritual furnaces. Just this fact made Han Yu feel like a sledgehammer in his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
What kind of skill was Long Haochen using? He knew it, but he didn't know the sword-wheel-like skill. I wonder if it were him, could he win without using the mount's ability?
The skills that Long Haochen used when he was sacrificed?
Han Yu didn't want to think about the answer, because he already knew what the answer was. It was not unfair to lose to him. What's more important is that he was only fourteen years old, fourteen years old!
Many times, character can determine success or failure. Another person might be depressed by the blow in front of him, but Han Yu's nature of becoming more and more courageous with frustration made him have some enlightenment at this time. He suddenly understood something
Grandpa’s hard work.
Yes, a young man who is only fourteen years old and whose cultivation is already able to compete with fifth-level knights, what will be his future achievement limit? I am almost eight years older than him, and age is already an insurmountable gap. Think about it.
How difficult it is to catch up with him. Similarly, with such huge potential, his future improvement and experience can be imagined. By following him, not only can you become a member of the demon hunting group, but you can also accompany him to experience many things.
Something, maybe, this is really your best choice.
The original unwillingness and pain in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by determination. He had set his sights on the goal and would never let himself deviate from the track. The existence of Long Haochen, a super genius, was a constant spur to him.
Cai'er stood quietly on the street. She came here early in the morning, feeling the increasingly warm sunlight shining on her body, and her eyebrows were filled with softness.
Whenever she thinks of her conversation with Long Haochen yesterday, she can't help but feel her heart beating faster. She is an assassin, and such emotions should not happen to her. However, she can't restrain it.
to think about everything about him.
His hand was slender, powerful, and the palm was generous. Every time he held her hand, his palm was warm and angry, and he embraced her palm. She liked the feeling of being protected very much. Ever since she was a child, she had
I had such an experience once.
She will never forget the way Long Haochen, who was only nine years old, used his slender body to cover her body when they first met. He was so weak at that time, but one person's courage
Kindness has nothing to do with strength or weakness. Even if it were an adult, would he be willing to protect her like this at that time?
Little Cai'er was impulsive when she gave away the forget-me-not ring that was extremely important to her, but she trusted her intuition.
In fact, at that time, she never thought that one day she would meet Long Haochen again, but she still gave the ring without hesitation, forget-me-not. She didn't know whether this was what she said to herself or what she wanted him to experience.
.
She has always lived in a cold world since she was a child. Warmth is an emotion for her, and she has only experienced this emotion from Long Haochen.
Being held by his hand every day and walking on this short journey was the happiest experience Cai'er had ever had in her life. The expectations in her heart were even stronger than his. Compared with this happiness, it seemed that the selection of the Demon Hunting Group was nothing.
Nothing.
Thinking of the trials, Cai'er's pretty face hidden under the veil couldn't help but reveal a smile. He said he would always hold me and protect me like that. I will help him do this in the finals.
It is undoubtedly painful for blind people to lose their vision, but the inner world of blind people is much richer than that of normal people. Their imagination is far beyond that of normal people.
Cai'er just quietly recalled every moment between her and him, immersed in this happiness and waited. Waiting for his arrival to wake her up, and then let him hold her hand and walk on that journey.
Bathe in the warmth and warmth of the road.
Time gradually passed, and she waited there quietly like a sculpture. The warmth of the morning sun gradually turned into the warmth of noon. She was not anxious at all, just waiting quietly.
He didn't come, he still didn't come.
It wasn't until the warmth was gone and a gust of slightly cool wind blew on her face that Cai'er shivered intelligently.
How long has it been? This should be the breeze that only comes in the evening. It has been a while since I came to the Holy City, so my judgment in this regard will never be wrong.
He didn't come? Why didn't he come? Could it be that he regretted it? A layer of distressing mist gradually filled Cai'er's eyes.
He will come, he will definitely come. Cai'er's hand holding the green bamboo stick gradually tightened, and you can clearly see that the joints are gradually turning white.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and the night silently filled the streets and alleys of the Holy City. The temperature became even cooler, but it was not as cold as the chill in Cai'er's heart. Her petite body looked so lonely and lonely,
It was as if the whole person had been enveloped in shadow.
Why, why don't you come.
A tear slipped down Cai'er's face quietly, he would not come, the night was already dark.
Slowly turning around, Cai'er staggered towards the direction of the hotel where she was staying.
Suddenly, her steps stopped and her eyes widened slightly. He, he was going to participate in the competition today. Could it be because he had an accident during the competition?
When she thought of this, all the chill in Cai'er's heart turned into anxiety. For some reason, she would rather he reneged on yesterday's promise than have any accidents happen to him.
Something must have happened. The next moment, Cai'er confirmed her judgment. Thinking back to what happened between herself and Long Haochen, a trace of shame suddenly appeared in her heart. Concern was confusing. She was too over the top. With his character,
Let’s not talk about whether he will regret it. Even if he does regret it, will he avoid himself? No, absolutely not.
The green bamboo stick connected on the ground, and the stagger under her feet disappeared. Soon, she disappeared into the vast night.
Half an hour later.
Cai'er sat quietly on the chair in the room, still holding the green bamboo stick in her hand, but the chill emanating from her body made the room temperature in the entire room at least ten degrees worse than the outside world.
Three meters away in front of her, a man shrouded in black whispered: "That's it. Long Haochen has been treated by the powerful Holy Healing Technique of the Knights Temple. His life should be fine, but it is possible that
It hurts my vitality, and it is still unknown whether I can participate in the finals."
"Go down." Cai'er's cold voice seemed to freeze the air.
"Yes, I'm resigning." The man in black quickly exited the room. After exiting, he felt that his blood seemed to be curdling due to the murderous aura released from Cai'er's body.
