Shen Yin Wang Zuo

At the beginning, after the night was innocent and the war of the gods, the warriors of the Temple Alliance had white towels on their heads. It is also because of that war, the position of the Warrior Temple in the league has increased linearly. It is a pity that in the past 100 years, the Warrior Temple has never seen a genius like a night without injury.

This is the first time that Long Haochen saw a statue that was harmless at night. His appearance is not as outstanding as his fame. It looks like an ordinary person. The statue is carved into a posture of a nightless sword on the chest. , faintly exudes the spirit of vertical and horizontal.

However, under a short watch, Long Haochen shook his head gently.

Xu Zhongliang’s face changed, “Dragon leader, you go here”,...”

Long Haochen said with emotion: "This statue is a pity. There is no sword carving for the night without hurting the predecessors. The statue is just a dead object."

In fact, this statue with no harm at night is already a masterpiece, but I can’t stand the dragon’s morning and I’ve seen it better! At the end of the first floor of the Eternal Tower, the statue of the dead god, the **** of the dead, and the statue of Electrolux, which was brought to him, is too big to reproduce the powerful atmosphere of the **** of law, even the expression and thoughts. It is revealed. Like a real person. In contrast, this statue of no night is naturally much worse.

Xu Zhongliang’s good feelings, after listening to Long Haochen’s words, suddenly disappeared. Shen Sheng said: “Dragon leader, please don’t talk about the hero statue of our warrior temple. Otherwise, even if you are a hunter, I also I want to challenge you to maintain the dignity of the Warrior's Temple."

Long Haochen gave a slight glimpse, only to realize that his words were abrupt. "Sorry, I apologize to you. It is my Menglang. Just, the night is not hurting the predecessors is the millennial sword of the year, did not put his sword meaning. It’s a pity that it’s a pity to show through the statue. If you can do it, maybe someone really can understand something from it.”

Xu Zhongliang looked at Long Haochen seriously, thinking in his heart, this young man did not seem to be a fake, sighed and said: "It is too difficult to show the sword of the night handsome through the statue. Even if it is At that time, there wasn’t one that could really simulate the night’s swordsmanship following the night’s shackles. Not to mention the present.”

"Night handsome?" Long Haochen asked curiously.

Xu Zhongliang said: "The night handsome is not only the head of our warrior temple, but also the commander of the three military forces of the southeastern fortress. The predecessors used this to call him the old man."

Long Haochen nodded silently and said: "Xu Tangzhu, I wonder if I can see the Lord of the Temple?"

Xu Zhongliang stunned his heart and thought, this kid really wants to see the Lord! It seems that I too think of myself as a personal thing.

Long Haochen naturally saw the doubts in his heart, and earnestly said: "Xu Tangzhu, this time I came to the Warrior Temple, there are three things, two of which I can ask for your help, but the most important thing must I have to meet the Lord."

Xu Zhongliang frowned slightly and said: "I am afraid that it is a little difficult for the Lord to be busy."

Long Haochen faced the statue in front, faintly said: "If it is about the night without hurting the predecessors?"

“Hmmm?” Xu Zhongliang was shocked. “About the night handsome? The head of the dragon, can you tell me what it is?”

Long Haochen did not take it, nodded and said: "The suggestion I made just now, I think I should be able to do it. I can make this statue have the sword of the night handsome."

Xu Zhongliang took a breath of cold, no matter how he did not believe, did not openly question Long Haochen because he was very clear, even if a leader of the Emperor Hunting Devils here would never play such a joke with the Warrior Temple. If it’s really just a joke, it’s really too much damage to the Warrior’s Temple. No one can afford it.

"Dragon leader, you, you..." Xu Zhongliang did not know how to express his current mood. He certainly hopes that all this is true, but the leader of the dragon is really too young.

Long Haochen raised his right hand and said with earnestness: "I just came from the holy city with my teammates. I don't know if your warrior temple got news. About a few months ago, the holy city once appeared overnight. What is the use of the Excalibur to wake up?"

Xu Zhongliang clearly felt that his heartbeat was accelerating. Of course, they heard about it, and the Warrior Temple sent a deputy to personally investigate the matter. However, when the night is found, the night is not yet in the night, but the night is not saying what is not willing to confide. Whoever got the night's epee mouth just said that if the person is willing, he will naturally contact the warrior temple. And the Excalibur has already recognized the man as the Lord, because the man is a knight, so it is impossible to return to the Warrior Temple.

This incident caused the high-rise of the Warrior Temple to vibrate, but the night was not the night and the future, but they could not be forced anyway. I can only secretly search for the knight who inherits the sing of the goddess of the night. Even please cooperate with the Knights Templar.

Only, a few months have passed, but the one has never appeared.

At this moment, listening to Long Haochen mentioned this incident, Xu Zhongliang's shock can be imagined. What shocked him is still behind.

Xu Zhongliang saw Long Haochen's right hand, a right hand that was completely painted in golden color, and the soft golden light began to creep up. Then, a savage sword suddenly burst into bloom.

The golden sword has already been elevated, and the pearls at the tip of the sword exude a golden light. The sword is not only emitted from the sword, but also spread out from the dragon's body. This moment brings the impact of Xu Zhongliang. It is too big. Just standing there, Long Haochen brought him, is an unrivalled man and sword.

You must know that as the deputy of the mad war hall, Xu Zhongliang's own spiritual power has been repaired to more than 90,000, the eighth-order peak. But at this moment, in the face of Long Haochen, he actually had a very small feeling.

It’s not just him, everyone who is passing through the Hall of Warriors has stopped because of this sudden golden light. Of course they will not have any hostility, it is a bright attribute, it cannot be an enemy. The next day, the sword is meant to make everyone stagnate.

At this moment they even had the illusion that it seems that the figure of the combined light is the real statue of the night, while the tall one on the other side is just a dead object.

The contrast is too strong, and the sturdy sword seems to pierce the warrior temple dome, and the figure of the sword is even taller.

After nearly a year of retreat, the harvest of Long Haochen can be imagined. The nature he inherits is not only the goddess of the goddess of light, but also its sword. At the same time, he also integrated this sword with the comprehension of the sword that repelled Abao when he was awakened by the gods. Formed his own unique sword meaning.

Undoubtedly, this is the help of the powerful talents of the gods. To be precise, the swords and the nights that Long Haochen displayed at this time are different from each other, and they are far from being completely harmless. Compared with the understanding of the sword. However, the hand in his hand is the sigh of the goddess of light, and even more with the help of the sword, how can it not shock the entire warrior temple?

Xu Zhongliang first sighed to the goddess of light and sighed the highest warrior etiquette. Then, all the soldiers present were respectful and respectful.

Golden light converges, the goddess of light arias disappears in the hands of Long Haochen, and the tyrannical swordsmanship also dissipates. Looking at the burning gaze of Long Haochen, Xu Zhongliang nodded hard. "Hey, please wait, I will report to the temple immediately." After that, he immediately turned away and went.

Long Haochen still stood in the same place, silently watching the statue in front, although the statue did not have the sword of the sword, but his tragic atmosphere was deeply touched by Long Haochen. heart of. In the vagueness, he has some different insights into his own swordsmanship.

This trip to the Temple of the Warrior is obviously not because of the military chief of the Star Search City. It’s just a little incident. What is more important for his trip is to send the swordsmanship to the Warrior Temple. This is why he insisted on seeing the Warrior Temple.

The time was not long. From the stairs on the side of the hall, more than a dozen people went down. The first person who walked in front was an old man in a golden robe. The old man is full of silver hair, but the dragon line between the tiger steps gives a strong pressure like a mountain.

Xu Zhongliang and other high-ranking soldiers at the top of the temple were behind the old man and went straight to the dragon.

The old man in the golden robe was full of excitement, and strode to the dragon's side, but Long Haochen did not seem to see him, still staring at the statue of the millennium sword.

Xu Zhongliang just wanted to speak, but was stopped by the golden old man, and the old man’s eyes flashed a glimmer of color. He turned and gestured to everyone’s snoring. Don’t bother to the dragon’s mouth, he’s standing next to Long Haochen, looking at it. This handsome young man.

After nearly half an hour passed, Long Haochen suddenly burst into the eye, his left foot stepped forward, and his right hand flashed forward, and a faint golden light flashed away.

A long, full of excitement spit out from his mouth, and the next moment, the whole hall suddenly remembered a sharp scream. Li Xiaosheng disappeared in a flash, but the high-ranking soldiers at the side of the temple were all shocked. They all clearly felt the fierceness of Long Haochen’s right hand. There is no spiritual fluctuation, just a pure sword. Who is this young man?

"You are Long Haochen?" The old man of Jinpao finally spoke up, and his voice actually shook with a little.

Long Haochen was shocked, only to find that he was already full of people around him, and hurriedly turned back, just in time for the old-fashioned look of the old man.

The outbreak has begun, seeking a monthly ticket, this is the second more. (To be continued)