Long Haochen, who was in a state of sacrifice, only entered a strange realm, and regarded death as home. His own potential has been greatly developed.

In fact, he had the medicine given by Lin Xin on his body, and he could completely use the medicine to improve his cultivation, but the opponent didn't even summon the mount for fairness, so how could Long Haochen let himself use the medicine to compete with the opponent? Under the huge pressure brought to him by Yang Wenzhao, the comprehension sacrifice burst out in an instant. At this moment, the various punishment knight skills that he had cultivated in the past five years seemed to be completely integrated.

Yang Wenzhao sighed secretly in his heart, and on his chest, bits of blue light floated out, and each bit of blue light seemed to contain a crystal luster, as if blue gems were flying out. collided with Long Haochen who fell from the sky.

Spirit Furnace!

He was confident that he would take Long Haochen's attack, but if he took it hard, then he would definitely be injured. And Yang Wenzhao's goal is not just to pass the current round, he wants to get the first knight and the first place in the final of the Demon Hunting Group Trials. At this time, how can you allow yourself to get hurt?

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

A series of roars continued to appear on Long Haochen's hovering figure, and every bit of blue crystal light flew out and collided with his body, producing a strong explosion, and each explosion would also reduce the golden-red light on Long Haochen's body by half a point, and the rotation speed would be reduced.

When Long Haochen was able to attack Yang Wenzhao in close quarters, his Fighting Killing Spiral Sword could no longer even be maintained.

Boom - one

The two of them retreated at the same time, and Yang Wenzhao retreated three times in a row, opening his mouth to spew out a faint golden mist, his chest heaving, and he gasped slightly.

In the distance, Long Haochen stood there with his swords on the ground, the red in his eyes gradually faded, and all his spiritual power melted away, but he still stood with his back straight, staring at Yang Wenzhao, his face was like gold paper, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth and nose.

"Force me to use the Xinghai Spirit Furnace to fend off your attacks. Admire. If you and I are the same age, I may not be able to beat you. Yang Wenzhao stretched out a thumbs up to Long Haochen, "I look forward to another battle after you have the mount." ”

"The game is over, No. 1 Biao" The referee's slightly anxious voice sounded. Immediately after, from the direction of the main chalk table, a white light with a little silver star fell from the sky and instantly shone on Long Haochen's body.

Holy Healing Technique, the seventh-order healing skill of the Guardian Knight.

A little silver star soaked into Long Haochen's chalk under the holy light, stabilizing the qi and blood in his chalk, and treating the injuries in his internal organs.

"Haochen. At the same time as the referee announced the end of the game, the shields around the trial ground also dispersed, and Yehua rushed into the arena as soon as possible, hugging Long Haochen, who was barely standing there.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and despite bathing in the Holy Healing Technique, Long Haochen slowly fell into a coma in Yehua's arms. However, no one noticed that there was a faint layer of white light on his chest that fluctuated softly.

In the corner, Han Yu stood there, not moving for half a minute. Long Haochen still lost to Yang Wenzhao after all. However, even if he loses this game, he is still honored!

Spirit furnace, both of them actually had a spirit furnace, and this alone made Han Yu's heart feel like a sledgehammer, and it was difficult to breathe.

What kind of skill did Long Haochen use? Sacrifice he knew, but that sword-wheel-like skill was something he didn't know. Let me ask, if you change yourself, without using the ability of the mount, can you win the skills that Long Haochen used in the sacrificial state?

Han Yu was reluctant to think about answering the chalk case, because he already knew very well what the chalk case was. Losing to him is not wronged.

What's more, he's only fourteen, fourteen!

Many times, character can make the difference between success and failure. If you were a different person, you might be depressed by the blow in front of you, but Han Yu's more and more frustrated nature made him realize a little at this time. He suddenly understood some of his grandfather's painstaking efforts.

Yes, a young man who is only fourteen years old this year, and his cultivation is already able to compete with a fifth-order knight, where will the limit of his future achievements be? He is almost eight years older than him, and his age is already an insurmountable gap. Well, how difficult it is to catch up with him. In the same way, with such a huge potential, his future improvement and experience can be imagined, and following him can not only make him a part of the demon hunting group, but also accompany him to experience many things, perhaps, this is really his best choice.

The original unwillingness and pain in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by firmness, and he would never let himself deviate from the track again once he had set his goal. The existence of Long Haochen, a super genius, is in itself a spur to him all the time.

Cai'er stood quietly on the street, she came here early in the morning, feeling the sunlight shining more and more on her body, and her eyes and eyebrows were soft.

Whenever she remembered the conversation with Long Haochen yesterday, she couldn't help but feel her heart racing, she was an assassin, and this kind of emotion should not have happened to her. However, she couldn't help but think about everything about him.

His hands were slender and powerful, and his palms were broad, and every time he held her, his palms were angry, enclosing her palms, and she loved the feeling of being protected. It was the first time she had such an experience since she was a child.

She will never forget the appearance of Long Haochen, who was only nine years old, when the two first met, and covered herself with his slender body. At that time, he was so weak, but a person's courage and kindness have nothing to do with strength or weakness. Even if it was an adult, would you be so protective of her at that time?

When she gave away the forget-me-not ring, which was so important to her, she was impulsive, but she trusted her instincts.

In fact, at that time, she didn't think that one day she would meet Long Haochen again, but she still gave away the ring without hesitation, forget-me-not, she didn't know if this was what she said to herself or what she wanted him to understand.

Since she was a child, she has always lived in a cold world, and warmth is an emotion for her, and this emotion she has only felt from Long Haochen. Being held by him every day and walking on this short road, it is the happiest experience in Cai'er's life. The expectation in her heart was even stronger than his. Compared to this happiness, it seems that the Demon Hunter Tryouts are nothing.

Thinking of the tryouts, Cai'er's delicate face hidden under the veil couldn't help but reveal a smile. He said that he would always hold me and protect me like that. I'll help him do that in the final.

A blind person who loses his vision is undoubtedly painful, but the inner world of a blind person is much richer than that of a normal person. Their imagination is far beyond the reach of normal people.

Cai'er quietly recalled the bits and pieces between her and him, immersed in this happiness and waiting. Wait for his arrival to wake her up, and then let him take his hand and walk on the road bathed in warmth and warmth.

Time gradually passed, 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 waited quietly.

He didn't come, and he still didn't come.

It wasn't until the warmth was gone, and a slightly cool wind blew on her face, that Cai'er shivered smartly.

How long has it been? It should have been a breeze in the evening, and it has been a while since I came to the Holy City, and I can't be wrong in this regard.

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 come. Cai'er's hand holding the green bamboo cane gradually tightened, and she could clearly see that the bone joints were gradually turning white.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and the night quietly filled the streets and alleys of the holy city, and the temperature was even cooler, but it was not as cold as Cai'er's heart. Her petite body looked so lonely and silent, as if her whole person had been covered in shadows.

Why, why don't you come.

A tear slipped down Cai'er's face, he wouldn't come, the night was already dark.

Turning around slowly, Cai'er staggered in the direction of the hotel where she was staying.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped, her eyes widened slightly, he, he was going to compete today. Could it be because he had an accident during the game?

As soon as she thought of this, all the chills in Cai'er's heart turned into anxiety, and she didn't know why, she would rather he regret his promise yesterday than have any accidents with him.

There must have been something wrong, and the next moment, Cai'er affirmed her judgment. Thinking back to what had happened to her and Long Haochen before, a trace of shame suddenly appeared in her heart. Caring is chaotic, he is too sharp, with his character, let's not say whether he will regret it, even if he really regrets it, will he avoid himself? No, never.

The green bamboo cane connected the dots on the ground, and the staggering under her feet disappeared, and 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 cane in her hand, but the chill emanating from her body made the room temperature of the whole room at least ten degrees worse than the outside world.

Three meters in front of her, a man shrouded in black whispered, "That's it." Long Haochen has been treated by the Knight Templar Temple's strong Holy Healing Technique, and his life should be fine, but it is likely to hurt his vitality, and it is still unknown whether he can participate in the final in the future. ”

"Go down. Cai'er's cold voice seemed to freeze the air.

"Yes, the subordinates retired. The man in black walked out of the room quickly, and after exiting, he felt as if his blood was about to condense because of the murderous aura released from Cai'er's body.