Yang Wenzhao's breathing became difficult because his right lung was penetrated, and his voice became hoarse. He had never felt that death was so close to him.
She came for him, Long Haochen, she must have come for Long Haochen.
Cai'er's last stab pierced his right chest, but it also left a sense of hope in his heart, because if the sword was moved a little further to the center of his chest, it could completely destroy his Xinghailing.
If the furnace fell on his left chest, it would penetrate her heart.
How could an assassin of her level stab him crookedly? She was already showing mercy.
Feeling the murderous intent rushing towards him, Yang Wenzhao smiled bitterly and said: "The six major temples are originally one family, you..., ah..."
The dagger in Cai'er's hand turned slightly, which immediately made Yang Wenzhao speechless in pain.
"You also know that the six major temples are originally one family? He is still in the same temple as you, and you have seriously injured him?" An even stronger murderous aura burst out instantly.
Everyone is afraid of death, especially geniuses.
Yang Wenzhao reluctantly defended: "It was a sacrifice skill that he used himself, not injured by me. Moreover, it was just a competition."
Cai'er said coldly: "I don't care, he was injured because of you anyway. If it weren't for the competition, you would be a corpse now."
At this moment, her ears twitched slightly, she stepped back, and pulled out the dagger. Immediately, a cloud of blood spurted out from Yang Wenzhao's chest, but Cai'er was very fast and her body was not contaminated at all.
The black shadow flickered, and the next moment, she had disappeared into the night. The green bamboo staff also disappeared with it.
Yang Wenzhao reluctantly used his spiritual power to seal his wounds, his eyes were a little dull, and his body slowly slid down against the wall. He didn't have much resentment in his heart, but more of a sense of powerlessness. He couldn't help but think about whether this was an innocent disaster.
?Perhaps, only by riding on a mount can I compete with the female assassin.
Although the Star Spirit Armor blocked most of Cai'er's attacks, the Thousand Strikes Spiritual Furnace still left dozens of deep wounds on his body, and the blow to the chest was even more serious, and he lost a lot of blood.
It made his consciousness a little blurry.
…
As his consciousness gradually returned, Long Haochen opened his eyes with some difficulty. His throat was filled with a dry feeling, as if he was in a furnace. He felt like he was being burned from head to toe.
After a slight struggle, Long Haochen suddenly felt pain everywhere in his body. He reluctantly looked inward and was shocked to find that there was no trace of spiritual power left in his body. Only the Holy Spiritual Furnace was floating quietly in his chest.
But its light has also dimmed a lot.
What an overbearing "sacrifice"! It only took ten seconds to make myself so weak. Fortunately, there was no damage to the meridians in my body, and I could vaguely feel a soft sacred breath constantly nourishing my body.
He didn't know that this was the effect of the Holy Healing Technique. The powerful healing ability of up to the seventh level protected his meridians in time, avoiding the most serious consequences. Although he was weak at this time, it did not damage his roots.
This is also due to his constitution as the Son of Light. As a possessor of the purest divine light spiritual power, the consumption of sacrificial skills is terrible, but because of the purity of his own spiritual power, only his potential is consumed, and the essence and blood are not really consumed.
This is why Long Xingyu dared to put the skill of sacrifice on the fifth-level seal for him to understand. Originally, Long Xingyu prepared this skill for him to use it to fight in times of crisis. But he did not expect that,
Because Long Haochen had touched the edge of liquid spiritual power, when fighting with Yang Wenzhao, he just used that heroic spirit to break through the seal of the fifth-level skill in the Ring of Inheritance, and achieved the fourth-level cultivation level.
He used this skill. If it weren't for the Holy Healing Technique, I'm afraid he would have been lying in bed for at least a month.
As his consciousness returned, the pain on Long Haochen's body also gradually weakened. He had a vague feeling that there seemed to be a trace of his own spiritual power in the Holy Spirit Furnace. Although he didn't know how to use it.
The spiritual power is activated, but you can also feel that your own cultivation has not completely disappeared, and recovery is only a matter of time.
A smile rippled at the corner of Long Haochen's mouth. Although he lost the battle with Yang Wenzhao, he had a great time. Long Haochen believed that with this fight, when his spiritual power recovered, he would really be able to
It can reach the fifth level.
Yang Wenzhao is really strong. He actually has a spiritual furnace, and it is also an offensive spiritual furnace. In a one-on-one battle, the Xinghai Spiritual Furnace is obviously much more powerful than his Holy Spiritual Furnace.
Dad is right, the best way for the Punishment Knight to improve himself is to keep fighting, to feel and understand in the battle. I should be able to recover before the finals of the Demon Hunting Group Trials. Calculated according to time, the preliminary round of the Six Temples will be at least
It will take about three more days, because there should be many more games in the Warrior Temple.
There will be three days of rest after the preliminary round. With these six days of buffer, I should be able to recover my cultivation. It would be best if I could break through the fifth level. Even though Haoyue is not here, maybe I can get a good ranking in the finals.
This battle has brought me a lot of benefits, but why do I always feel that I have forgotten the most important thing?
Suddenly, the smile at the corner of Long Haochen's mouth froze, his eyes, which were obviously much darker, suddenly widened, and his pale handsome face instantly revealed violent mood swings.
Cai'er, Cai'er...
Long Haochen felt as if he had received a heavy blow on his chest, and he suddenly turned over and sat up.
The violent movement caused a convulsive pain in his body, but he could no longer care about it at this time.
Damn it, damn it, I missed my appointment. I was too focused on my opponent during the game. I missed my appointment, I missed my appointment.
Long Haochen reluctantly stood up. At this time, his heart was completely filled with anxiety. An indescribable emotion made all his calmness completely disappear. In his mind, there was only the delicate and thin man holding a green bamboo stick and tapping the ground gently.
figure.
She will definitely wait for me, she will definitely wait for me for a long, long time, I, damn...
Long Haochen slapped himself hard, ignoring the spasmodic pain that was constantly coming out of his body, and reluctantly stood up, holding on to the wall and walking towards the door.
I want to find her, I want to find her, at this moment, there is only this thought in his mind.
The night was already dark, and when Long Haochen staggered out of the hotel, he suddenly felt a wave of chill on his face. His internal spiritual power was exhausted and he could no longer protect himself. Fortunately, the cultivation of his external spiritual power made him quite strong, although for a while
A feeling of weakness constantly hit his senses, but the strong and persistent belief in his heart supported him step by step out of the hotel and moved towards the place where he and Cai'er agreed to meet every day.
The toll of "sacrifice" was so shocking that Long Haochen's hands and feet were completely weak at this time. He could barely take a step without sweating, his feet were rootless, and he almost fell down several times.
Fortunately, the hotel he stayed in was not too far away from the place he and Cai'er had agreed upon, so he staggered forward slowly. At this time, Long Haochen was filled with guilt. The competition was important, but how could I
What about Yu Cai'er who missed the appointment? How disappointed she would be!
As he walked forward step by step, Long Haochen's vision was somewhat blurred, and the chill of the night gradually invaded his body.
Arrived, arrived, it was not a long journey, but he walked for half an hour. Finally, he saw the place where he met Cai'er every day. However, Cai'er was no longer there, and everything around him was empty.
Swinging and silent.
Poof, Long Haochen finally couldn't stand firm anymore and fell to the ground. The sky was spinning, and he seemed to see countless stars circling around his eyes.
Cai'er has already left, yes! The night is already so dark, how could she not leave?
A hint of bitterness appeared on Long Haochen's lips, and he fell to the ground. His heart was filled with deep regret. If he was given a choice again, he would never fight Yang Wenzhao again. He himself was a little surprised to find that,
In my heart, I don't know when sending Cai'er back became more important than improving her cultivation.
I'm going to the hotel to find her and apologize to her. But, will she forgive me? She couldn't see the way and left in the disappointment of waiting. I caused her so much pain, will she forgive me?
No, I can't go find her. It's already so late at night. She must have fallen asleep because of the tired waiting during the day. How can I disturb her?
She must have been waiting for me for a long, long time. In that case, I will wait here. I must wait longer than her before I can ask for her forgiveness.
Thinking of this, Long Haochen's breathing gradually became louder, and a strong sense of dizziness continued to fill his brain. He had never felt so weak before, and this feeling was by no means wonderful. There was a possibility of falling into coma again at any time.
No, I can't faint, I must wait until she comes again, this is the only way she must pass every day.
While thinking about it, Long Haochen supported his body and stood up slowly. Standing could at least help him concentrate more. He was afraid that if he fell there, he would fall into coma or fall asleep soon.
Time passed by, and Long Haochen was always in a groggy state. Whenever his body couldn't support it, he would immediately fall there. This fall would naturally make him temporarily
Wake up. Then forcefully get up again, and so on.
Cai'er stood blankly in Long Haochen's room, a little at a loss. He was not here? Where had he gone?
Cai'er came here after severely injuring Yang Wenzhao. Although she couldn't see, her other five senses were extremely keen. As soon as she entered the room, she discovered that Long Haochen was not here.
