Shen Yin Wang Zuo

Dragon Hao in sacrificial state has entered a strange realm and sees death as home. His own potential has been exploited to a great extent.

In fact, he carries Lin Xin's free medicine. He can definitely use it to improve his own repair. However, in order to be fair, the opponent didn't even summon him to ride. How can Long Haochen make himself use of drugs against his opponents? Under the tremendous pressure brought to him by Yang Wenzhao, he realized the sacrifice and instantly burst out. At this point, the disciplined knights' skills that have been practiced over the past five years also seem to be fully integrated.

Yang Wenzhao sighed secretly in his heart. At his chest, a little blue light floated out. Each point of blue light appeared to have a crystalline glow, like a blue gem flying out. collide with the dragon from the sky in the morning.

Spiritual Stove!

He was confident that the dragon would attack in the morning, but if he touched a hard one, he would certainly get hurt. And Yang Wenzhao's goal is not just to pass the round in front of him, he wants to get the Knight first and the Demon Hunt final first. How can you allow yourself to get hurt at this time?

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang...

A series of roaring sounds constantly appeared over the dragon's hovering body, each point of blue crystal light flying out, colliding with his body, will create a strong explosion, and each explosion will also reduce the golden red light on the dragon's body by half, with a consequent reduction in rotational speed.

When Dragon Hao Chen was able to attack Yang Wenzhao in close proximity, his battle to kill the revolving sword could not even be sustained.

Boom...

Both men retreated simultaneously, Yang Wenzhao retreated three times in a row, a slight golden fog gushed out of his mouth, his chest fluctuated, slightly wheezing.

In the distance, Dragon Hao's sword stood there, the red in his eyes gradually faded, and all his spiritual powers dissolved, but he still stood, his back upright, looking at Yang Wenzhao, his face like gold paper, blood constantly spilled from his mouth and nose.

“Force me to use the Star Hell furnace to defend against your attack. If you were my age, I wouldn't necessarily be better than you.” Yang Wenzhao extended his thumbs to Longhao Chen, "looking forward to seeing you have a ride before we fight again. ”

“Game over, winner number one.” The referee sounded slightly impatient. Immediately thereafter, from the direction of the podium, a white light with a little silver star descended from the sky, instantly illuminating the dragon morning.

Healing, Guardian Knight Grade 7 Healing Skill.

A dot of silver star immersed in the dragon's morning sun, stabilizing his blood and healing his inner wounds.

“Morning.” As the referee announced the end of the game, the shield around the trial site spread, and Night Hua rushed into the field for the first time, holding a dragon and barely standing there in the morning.

A mouthful of blood erupted, and despite bathing under the healing technique, the dragon fell softly into the arms of the night and fell into a coma. No one noticed, however, that in his chest position there was a slight white light fluctuating softly.

In the corner, Han Yu stood there, not more than half of it had moved. After all, Long Hao Chen lost to Yang Wenzhao. But even if he loses this game, he loses Judgment too!

Ling Furnace, both of them actually have a Ling Furnace, just this, makes Han Yu's heart like a medium hammer, breathing is difficult.

What skills does Long Hao Chen use? Sacrificed him to know, but that skill, like a swordwheel, was unclear to him. Ask yourself if you can gain the skills to perform in the Dragon's Morning Sacrifice without using your riding abilities.

Han Yu is reluctant to think about the answer because he already knows exactly what the answer is. Losing to him is not unjust. More importantly, he's only fourteen. Fourteen!

In many cases, personality can determine success or failure. Another person may be depressed by the blow in front of him, but Han Yuna's braver nature made him realize a little at this time. He suddenly understood the bitterness of some grandfather.

Yeah, a teenager as young as fourteen years old who can already compete with the fifth knight, where will the limits of his future accomplishments be? Almost eight years older than him, he was already an insurmountable age divide. How difficult it is to catch up with him. Likewise, with such enormous potential, his future advancement and experience are conceivable, and by his side, not only can he be a part of the Hermitage, but he can also be accompanied by many things, and perhaps this is really his best choice.

The original discomfort and pain in his eyes gradually disappeared and replaced by firmness that he would never again derail himself from the track if he had accepted the goal. The very existence of this supergenius, Dragon Hawk, is in itself a whip to him at all times.

Tse Jie stood quietly on the street. She arrived here early in the morning and felt the warmer and warmer sun shining on her body. Her eyebrows were soft.

Whenever she remembered yesterday's conversation with Dragon Hao, she couldn't help but feel her heart beat accelerating. She was an assassin and the emotion was that sin should not have appeared on her. But she couldn't stop thinking about him.

His hands were long, strong and generous. Every time he held her hand, his palms were angry and warm. She embraced her palms. She loved the feeling of being protected. She had this experience for the first time since she was a kid.

Nor will she ever forget what it was like when they first met, only a nine-year-old dragon in the morning, covering herself with his slim body. He was so weak at the time, but a man's courage and goodness were never about strength or weakness. Would you protect her like that, even if she were an adult?

Xiao Zhaier was impulsive when she sent out that unforgettable ring that was so important to her, but she believed in her instincts.

In fact, at that time, she didn't think that one day she would meet Dragon Hawk again, but she still gave the ring irreversibly, don't forget me, and she didn't know what that meant to herself or what she wanted him to experience.

Ever since she was a child, she had lived in a cold world, and warmth was an emotion for her, which she had felt only from the morning of the dragon.

He held his hand every day and walked this short distance, but it was Tse's happiest experience in his life. Her expectations are even stronger than his. Compared to this happiness, it seems the Demon Hunt Competition is nothing.

When you think of the competition, Tsaier's hidden delicacy under the veil reveals a smile. He said to hold me like that and protect me. I'll help him do it in the finals.

The blind without vision is undoubtedly painful, but the inner world of the blind is much richer than the normal. Their imagination is far more unrivalled by normal people.

Tse remembered so quietly the drip between her and him and immersed herself in this happiness. Waiting for his arrival to wake her up before letting him take his hand on that warm and warm path of bathing.

Time gradually passed and she waited as quietly as a sculpture. The warmth of the sun gradually became warm at noon. She was not agitated at all, but waited quietly.

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

It wasn't until the warmth was gone that a slightly cooler breeze blew over her face that Tse Chi fought a smart cold war.

How long has it been? This should be the breeze that will come in the evening. It has been in the Holy City for some time, and judgment in this regard will never be wrong.

He didn't come? Why didn't he come? Did he regret it? A painful layer of water mist gradually diffused in the eyes of Tse 'er.

He'll come. He'll definitely come. Tsaier's hand holding the green bamboo wand gradually tightened, so that he could clearly see the bone joint gradually becoming white.

The aftermath of the sunset gradually faded away, and the silence of the night pervaded the streets and alleys of Al-Quds City. The temperature became cooler, but less than the chill in Qi 'er's heart. Her petite body seemed so lonely and lonely, as if the whole person had been covered in shadows.

Why, why don't you come.

A drop of tears slipped quietly along Tse 'er's face. He would not come, the night was already dark.

Slowly turning around, Tse Jie walked a little sluggishly towards her hotel.

Suddenly, her footsteps paused, her eyes slightly widened, and he and he were going to the competition today. Is it because he had an accident in the game?

When I think of it, all the chills in Tse's heart are turned into anxiety. I don't know why, but she would rather he had reneged on yesterday's promise than have any accident.

Something must have happened. The next moment, Tse confirmed her judgment. Thinking about herself and what happened before the dragon morning, a little shame suddenly appeared in her heart. Care is messy, he is too sharp, in his character, let alone will he regret it, even if he really regrets it, will he avoid himself? No, never.

The green bamboo cane was connected to the ground, and the stiffness under her feet disappeared. Soon, she disappeared into the dark.

an hour later.

Tse Jie sat quietly on the chair of the room, still holding the green bamboo wand in her hand, but the chills emanating from her made the room temperature at least ten degrees below the outside world.

Three meters away in front of her, a man covered in black whispered: “That's it. Dragon Hao has been treated for the Knight Temple Strong Healing, his life should be unobstructed, but it is likely to hurt his energy, and it is still unknown whether he will be able to participate in the final. ”

“You go down.” The chilly sound of the cherry seemed to solidify the air.

“Yes, subordinates retire.” The black-clothed man walked out of the room and only after he left did he feel that his blood seemed to condense due to the natural killings released from Tse's body.

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