Chapter 334 The difference between teachers! (4,000 guarantees are all ordered in one hand)

Holy City, Demon Hunting Team Trial Final.

Long Haochen, who passed through the obstacles and without any obstruction, faced the most genius young knight in the entire Temple Alliance except him and Caier!

The leader of the Temple Alliance, the grandson of Yang Haohan, the god seal knight of defense and coordination, and the fifth-level powerful Yang Wenzhao!

"You are strong, but I don't understand why you don't use all your strength to fight, do you look down on us?"

The two sides stood in the duel venue, and Yang Wenzhao's face looked quite ugly.

He is a knight with a very high cultivation. There is only one reason why he is so angry, that is, this Demon Hunting Team selection competition is extremely sacred in his eyes, but in the eyes of Long Haochen and Sheng Caier, it seems like playing house!

First, Sheng Caier, who showed his seventh-level combat power, automatically abstained in the semi-finals for no reason, allowing him to enter the finals directly. Then, it was Long Haochen. Although he was very strong, he had always used the fifth-level spiritual power to fight, just as if his opponents were children and needed to take care of them!

How could Yang Wenzhao accept this?

"No, I don't mean to look down on others." Faced with Yang Wenzhao's questioning, Long Haochen could only shake his head helplessly, not to use his strength above the fifth level. This was a death order from his teacher, called his own training.

To be honest, after five years of high-pressure training, even if he only used the fifth-level power, Long Haochen passed the hurdles and came to the finals. No one could pose a slight threat to him, and even the crisis that he needed to summon Haoyue had never occurred.

"This is just a restriction set by my teacher. Brother Yang doesn't think much, so we should start the competition as soon as possible."

As if he saw Yang Wenzhao's confusion, Long Haochen added another sentence.

As the grandson of the leader of the Temple Alliance, Yang Wenzhao was obviously exposed to a lot of insider information. He frowned slightly, and a trace of conjecture flashed in his heart.

Could it be that Long Haochen is the lucky one mentioned by his grandfather?

Yang Wenzhao recalled the lucky boy he often muttered to himself when his grandfather was tasting tea and repairing flowers in his spare time. Could it be that Long Haochen is the one he was talking about?

At that time, Yang Wenzhao asked specifically why his grandfather kept saying this, but Yang Haohan gave him a very regretful smile, and he only gave Yang Wenzhao one sentence.

"It's your misfortune to have such a teacher to teach you... It's your misfortune to the same era as that lucky boy. It's also your fault for grandpa, because they don't like us~"

Yang Wenzhao has been learning from his grandfather since he was a child. Yang Haohan has always been not only his grandfather, but also his teacher to educate him to grow up. He has always aimed at his grandfather.

Can make your grandfather feel inferior to himself...

Clam!

Holding the sword in hand, Yang Wenzhao is a practical faction. He had a life-and-death battle with the demons long before the selection competition of the Demon Hunting Group. Speaking of which, he also crawled back from the pile of corpses. It is reasonable that he could never show his timidity in front of a boy several years younger than him!

A ray of starlight radiated from Yang Wenzhao's chest, and then instantly transformed into thousands of light spots covering the long sword in his hand!

"Star Sea Spiritual Furnace!"

"Holy Sword!"

Knowing that his strength was not as good as the opponent, Yang Wenzhao had no idea of ​​hiding his moves, and he burst out all his combat power when he came up.

Not only did he use the holy sword, the secret skill of the fifth-level punishment knight, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual power, he also injected his own spiritual furnace and the power of the Xinghai Spiritual Furnace into the holy sword!

This attack cannot be taken by ordinary Huiyao Knights!

"Ascendant Formation!"

Long Haochen took a deep breath, and the tip of the Blue Rain and Light of the Hibiscus in his hand reached the ground, a ray of light spread out from the tip of the sword, transforming into a formation of ascension, directly isolating Yang Wenzhao!

The scattered spiritual power turned into colorful light spots, covering the battlefield in a daze!

In the stands, countless spectators held their breath and wanted to see clearly the situation in the venue.

"Cai'er, what's the battle?"

In the stands, Li Xin was a little anxious. She stretched her neck and swayed around, but she just couldn't see clearly what was happening in the venue.

"It's okay, Haochen blocked all Yang Wenzhao's attacks."

Caier shook her head slightly, and with her eyesight, she could clearly see that Yang Wenzhao's every move was defeated by Long Haochen.

There is no way. The one who has been practicing with Long Haochen has always been the strongest punishment knight in the Temple Alliance, his father Long Xingyu!

The tricks of punishing the knights...

Long Haochen could touch it clearly!

"Huh~ That's good!"

Li Xin breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that Long Haochen, who had restrictions on her body, would be defeated by Yang Wenzhao. After all, in the previous game, she had broken through the fifth level before she had time to be happy, and was sent off the battlefield by Yang Wenzhao.

How could she bear this?

"You don't want Brother Long to avenge you, right?"

Lin Jialu, who was standing beside her, showed a playful look. She is still at the peak of the fourth level and can enter the fifth level at any time.

She was given to Caier. When Caier drew the lottery, she felt like she was about to cry.

"Hmph~ I'm not that naive, I'm just worried about Haochen."

Li Xin shook her head quickly, and then continued to stare at the battle in the venue after realizing it.

The spiritual energy dispersed, revealing the two people in the field.

Long Haochen stood there with a calm expression on his face, but Yang Wenzhao was gasping for breath and sweating profusely stood not far away.

Even though he also uses the fifth-level strength, Long Haochen's spiritual power reserve is a real seventh-level!

Continuously activate powerful skills, Yang Wenzhao's spiritual power has been exhausted!

"Huh~ You are really strong. I can't control the following move, but for you, it should be easy to block it!"

Yang Wenzhao slowly stood up straight, and a dark red light appeared on the surface of his body!

On the rostrum, Yang Haohan's face changed suddenly. He opened his mouth, but in the end he just shook his head and said nothing.

"I said, Old Man Yang, your grandson even used sacrifice?"

Long Tianyin blinked his eyes, and people of their level could naturally see what skill Yang Wenzhao used at a glance. This is a secret skill that only the seventh-level paladin of the Knight Temple can learn!

This is the ability to sacrifice oneself, protect oneself, sacrifice oneself, and die with the enemy.

If you want to use this skill, you must first have the intention to die, and at the same time you need to understand the sacrifices in the ten rules of the Knights before you can learn it.

Once used, it instantly integrates its essence, blood and spiritual power, and bursts out with strength far beyond its original cultivation level.

But the duration is very short. If it is not good, it will cause blood and blood to be exhausted, and at least it will cause serious damage to the vitality.

In the eyes of these old guys, this was just a battle with huge strength, and Yang Wenzhao actually used sacrifice directly!

It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with Long Haochen not using all his power to fight!

"Long Haochen! Take my move!"

A trace of starlight flashed in Yang Wenzhao's eyes, and a star-glory like a holy elf walked out of the void. This was Yang Wenzhao's mount!

After easily climbing to the back of the Starry Unicorn, the two swords in Yang Wenzhao's hand flashed with blood-red light!

Sacrifice version, Knight sprints to the double holy swords!

Facing Yang Wenzhao who was sprinting over unstoppable, Long Haochen couldn't help but look slightly calmed. He thought for a moment, then put away the Blue Rain and the Furong of Light, and then summoned the Qingniu Shield.

Yang Wenzhao's move was a desperate move, but Long Haochen saw that as long as he avoided or took this move and did not fight back, Yang Wenzhao, who had the Starry Unicorn's feeding back, would not be hurt too much.

As a genius of the Knight Temple of the Temple Alliance, how could Long Haochen hurt Yang Wenzhao?

Seeing Long Haochen summoning the Qingniu Shield, Long Tianyin and others in the stands couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, these old guys knew that the Qingniu Shield was powerful.

"Do you punish and protect dual cultivation? Long Haochen, how many are you hiding!"

When Yang Wenzhao saw Long Haochen holding a shield, his eyes lit up slightly, and then his expression became more determined.

The holy sword in his hand became more solid, and the star-glory unicorn under his crotch also burst out with amazing momentum!

"Liberate all your strength, Haochen!"

Just as Long Haochen was about to resist Yang Wenzhao's attack, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

As if subconsciously, Long Haochen liberated all his power, and the seventh-level spiritual power suddenly dispersed, and the young generation in the venue felt waves of oppression!

Even though I had already guessed it, when I really felt the seventh-level strength of Long Haochen, many contestants still couldn't help but curse in my heart, how did these two people practice and make them like waste!

On the rostrum, Long Tianyin couldn't sit still. He didn't hear the sound echoing in Long Haochen's ears. In his eyes, Long Haochen had already made his most familiar offensive posture!

"Haochen! Stop!"

Long Xingyu, who was beside him, immediately shouted, but he did not stop Long Haochen at all.

The green bull shield was put away, and the blue rain and light hibiscus appeared again. The powerful spiritual power condensed on Long Haochen's left foot. He stepped out, and the sound of a broken mirror sounded. Two holy swords flashing with blood-red light stayed on Long Haochen's rising divine block.

Yang Wenzhao smiled with satisfaction, ignored the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and asked curiously, "What's this a move."

"The soul bone skills in the soul bones that the teacher gave me, the death of the sacred mirror!"

The Destruction of the Sacred Mirror, which was exerted by the seventh-level spiritual power, completely defeated Yang Wenzhao. The originally powerful star-glory also crawled on the ground, as if there was no vitality.

"Well, it seems, I'm honored to see your strongest and strong."

"Wen Zhao!"

Yang Haohan stood up in horror. He had to face Long Haochen's attack just now seriously, not to mention Yang Wenzhao, who was far inferior to Long Haochen's strength!

"Don't be impatient, Old Man Yang!"
To be continued...