Shen Yin Wang Zuo

Yang Wenzhao's breathing became difficult as his right lung was pierced, and his voice became dull. He never felt that death was so close to him.

She came for him, Dragon Hao Chen, must have come for Dragon Hao Chen.

Tse's last stab pierced his right chest, but also left a hope in his heart, because if the sword shifted a little further towards the center of his chest, it would completely destroy his star Hailing furnace, and if it fell on his left chest, it would penetrate her heart.

How could an assassin like her have been distorted? She's already got mercy on her men.

Feeling Morinan killing machine coming to the surface, Yang Wenshao smiled bitterly: “The six great temples are a family, you..., ah...”

Tse's dagger turned slightly and Yang Wenzhao couldn't speak.

“You also know that the six great temples were a family? He's still in a temple with you. You're not like that. You seriously hurt him?” A stronger killing flash erupted.

People are afraid to die, especially geniuses.

Yang Wenzhao reluctantly argued: “He used his own sacrificial skills, not hurt by me, and it was just a race. ”

Tse said coldly: "I don't care. He was injured because of you anyway. If it wasn't for the game, you'd be a corpse by now. ”

At this time, her ears slightly moved, her figure retracted and her dagger pulled out. Suddenly, a drop of blood gushed out of Yang Wenzhao's chest, but Tse was very fast and his body was not half contaminated.

The shadow flashed, and the next moment, she disappeared into the night. Even the green bamboo cane disappeared.

Yang Wenzhao reluctantly prompted the spiritual force to seal his wound, his gaze was a bit stubborn, his body slowly slipped against the wall, he did not have much resentment in his heart, more of a feeling of powerlessness. Can't help but think, is this a delusional disaster? Perhaps you can work with the assassin only if you ride on it.

Though the star armor blocked the vast majority of Tse 'er's attacks, the Thousand Strikes still left dozens of deep wounds on him, and that thorough chest blow was even more serious, and his consciousness had been blurred by massive blood loss.

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The consciousness gradually recovered, and the dragon opened his eyes with some difficulty in the morning. The throat feels dry and seems to be in the furnace at the moment. Burning sensations abound from head to toe.

After a slight struggle, the dragon felt pain all over his body, barely looked inside, and suddenly shocked to find that there was no spiritual power in his body. Only the Holy Spirit furnace hung quietly in his chest, but its light also dimmed a lot.

What a hegemonic sacrifice! It's only ten seconds to make yourself weak. Fortunately, the internal meridians are not damaged in any way, and there is a soft, sacred aura that is constantly moisturizing your body.

He did not know that it was the effect of the healing technique and that a powerful healing capacity of up to seven grades protected his meridian in a timely manner, avoiding the worst consequences. He was weak at the time, but he didn't hurt the fundamentals.

This is also due to the constitution of his Son of Light, who, as the purest Holy Spiritual Power Owner of Light, sacrificed his skills, although scary, because of the purity of his own inner spiritual power, consumed only his potential, and the sperm blood did not really burn. This is also why Long Xingyu dared to put sacrifice of this skill in the fifth order seal for him to understand. Dragon Xingyu had prepared this skill for him in times of distress. But he also didn't think that, because Dragon Hao had touched the edge of liquid spiritual power, when fighting Yang Wenzhao, it was with that heroic courage that he broke the seal of the fifth order of skills in the inheritance ring, and used this skill in four order to repair it. If it wasn't for the healing, I'm afraid he'd be lying in bed for at least a month.

Along with the response of consciousness, the pain on Dragon's body gradually diminished. He had a faint feeling that the Holy Spirit furnace also seemed to contain a hint of his own spiritual power. While he did not know how to draw this spirit out, he could also feel that his cultivation had not completely disappeared, and recovery was only a matter of time.

A smile rose in the corner of Long Hao's mouth. He lost the battle with Yang Wenzhao, but he drifted quickly. Long Hao Chen believed that with this struggle, when his spiritual strength recovered, he could really hit the fifth order.

That Yang Wenzhao is really strong. He actually has a hearth, and he is also an attacking hearth. In a one-on-one battle, the Star Helicopter clearly plays a much larger role than his Holy Spirit Furnace.

Dad was right that the best way for a disciplined knight to improve himself is to keep fighting, feeling and understanding in battle. I should be able to make it back before the Demon Hunters final. In terms of time, the six Temple Initials will last at least three days, as there should be plenty more fights in the Warrior Temple.

After the first round, I would rest for three more days, and with this six-day buffer, I should be able to restore my fixes, which would be great if I could break through the fifth order. Though Hao Moon is away, maybe I can get a good place in the finals too.

This battle brings me a lot of benefits, but why do I always feel like I've forgotten the most important thing?

Suddenly, the smile at the corner of Dragon's mouth stalled, his eyes suddenly widened with a lot of obvious dimness, and his pale face instantly revealed intense emotional fluctuations.

Tse, Tse...

Dragon Hao only felt like he had been hit hard in the chest and suddenly sat up.

His intense movements led to a convulsion and severe pain in his body, but by now he had completely lost sight of it.

Damn, damn, I broke my appointment. The game is too focused and focused entirely on the opponent. I actually lost my appointment, I lost my appointment.

Dragon Hao stood up reluctantly, by the time his heart had been completely filled with anxiety. An unspeakable emotion wiped out all his calm. The only person in my mind with a green bamboo cane, gently, is a slim and thin figure.

She will definitely wait for me. She will definitely wait for me for a long, long time. I, dammit...

Dragon Hao morning slapped himself violently, ignoring the pain of constant spasmodic convulsions coming out of his body, barely stood up and walked towards the door holding the wall.

I'm going to find her. I'm going to find her. At this moment, there's only one thought in his mind.

The night was already dark, and when the dragons walked out of the hotel in the morning, they suddenly felt a chill. His spiritual strength was exhausted and he was no longer able to protect himself. Fortunately, the practice of external spiritual power made him quite healthy. Although a feeling of weakness continued to shock his perception, his strong and persistent conviction supported him to step out of the hotel and move towards the place where he and Tse agreed to meet each other every day.

The loss of “sacrifice" is amazing. Dragon's hands and feet are completely soft at this time of the morning. Almost never takes a step forward. He will have a few more sweats on his body, no roots under his feet, and on several occasions he will almost fall.

Fortunately, the hotel he lived in was not far from the place he had agreed with Tse 'er, and he moved slowly. At this time of the dragon's morning, my heart was filled with guilt. The game is important, but how can I fail to meet Tse? How disappointed she would be!

Walking step by step, Dragon Dawn's gaze had become a little blurred, and the chills of the night gradually invaded his body.

When he arrived, arrived, and did not have a long way to go, he walked for half an hour. Finally, he saw where he met Tse every day. But there was no more harvesting, and everything was empty and silent.

Putong, Dragon Hao finally couldn't stand any longer, fell to the ground, spinning heavenly, he seemed to see countless stars circling in front of him.

Tse 'er's gone, yeah! How could she not leave when the night was so dark?

With bitterness appearing on the lips of Dragon Hao, he fell to the ground, and his heart was filled with deep remorse. If he chooses again, he will never fight Yang Wenzhao again. He himself was somewhat surprised to find that, in his own mind, he did not know when it was more important to send Chai back than to improve it.

I'm gonna go to the hotel and apologize to her. But will she forgive me? She can't see the way, she leaves in waiting disappointment, I put her in so much pain, will she forgive me?

No, I can't go to her. The night is already so deep, she must have been tired during the day waiting to go to sleep. How can I disturb her?

She must have waited a long, long time for me, so in that case, I'll wait here. I had to wait longer than she did before I could ask for her forgiveness.

To think of it, Dragon's morning wheeze gradually became louder, his strong dizziness continued to fill his brain, he had never felt so weak, and this feeling was by no means wonderful. There is always the possibility of another coma.

No, I can't faint. I have to wait for her to come back. This is her daily routine.

While thinking about it, Dragon Hao Sun supports his body slowly and stands, at least allowing him to concentrate more. He was afraid he would fall over and fall asleep in no time.

Time went by, Dragon Hawk was always in a state of lethargy, and whenever his body could not support him, he immediately fell there, and this fall naturally awakened him temporarily. And then I barely climbed up and back and forth.

Tse Er stood idly in the Dragon Hao morning room, a little confused, he was not here? Where did he go?

Yang Wenzhao and Tsaier came here. Although she could not see, the other five senses were particularly acute, but as soon as she entered the room, she found that Dragon Hao was not here.

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