God Seal: From an Epee Sword to Slashing the Holy Demon Continent

Chapter 123 Incarnation of Shura, the live-action little lunatic

Sheng Yue is a little numb.

Looking at the changes in Long Haoyu at this time, there was such a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Without too much movement, a gray dagger appeared behind him after he pondered for a moment.

Afterwards, he exuded a sharp enough aura, as if he was on the battlefield and wanted to attack the demons.

Han Qian's brows twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but said, "Hall Master, is the Lord Holy Moon serious?"

Yang Haohan hummed, and said, "It's probably because the child Haoyu's behavior makes him feel uneasy."

"However, it seems that he is serious, this old guy is still restrained, otherwise he can kill Haoyu in seconds."

Answering Han Qian's doubts, Yang Haohan also focused a lot of attention on Long Haoyu, looking at Long Haoyu who was surrounded by dark green ghosts.

For some reason, there was such a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and he muttered softly: "It seems that Haoyu's move may really be very unusual."

"This kind of madness, the old man has never seen other knights before, even when Xingyu was at his most energetic."

"In this state, I really don't know whether it is good or bad for Haoyu, but Shengyue probably will have a little trouble when facing this move."

Will it be a little tricky for me to deal with Shengyue?

Sheng Yue was so unhappy, she couldn't help but turn her head and glared at Yang Haohan and Han Qian: "Old man Yang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I am a majestic ninth-level chivalrous man, and I can still get involved with Tricky when dealing with a fifth-level little guy. Who are you looking down on?"

Responding to Yang Haohan's words angrily, Shengyue regained her composure and continued to look at Long Haoyu who was becoming more and more crazy among the dark green ghosts.

"Do you really think I can't do it, old man?"

"It's all a joke. If the old man doesn't show off his power, you really think the old man is a sick cat."

Shengyue whispered in an old naughty boy's mind, stopped talking nonsense, stared at Long Haoyu and said: "That little guy named Long Haoyu, I'm ready, you can make a move."

Long Haoyu tilted his neck, at this time he was no different from the way he was during the assessment.

The only difference is that the last time I entered this state unconsciously, but this time I entered this state actively.

Under the gap between each other, he can still guarantee that his consciousness is clear enough, and he is not really swayed by madness.

But if he is sober, he still enjoys his current state very much. Only when he is in such a ghostly place does he truly feel that he has come alive.

The fighting spirit that was dormant in his body was also revived at this time, constantly urging him to fight a hearty battle as soon as possible.

"The Holy Moon Palace Master, I'm attacking!"

The expression in Long Haoyu's eyes completely changed, and he consciously suppressed his current sobriety.

Among the people present at this time, he was the weakest one. He was not worried that suppressing his clear consciousness would cause uncontrollable consequences. He was very suitable for testing the ultimate power of the incarnate Shura.

And Shengyue and the others appeared here at this time to truly understand how far his ultimate ability of the Six Paths Spiritual Stove can reach, and it just matched his thoughts.

With such a transformation, the hostility on his body began to become extremely thick, and Sheng Yue in his sight seemed to be no longer the master of the Assassin Temple, but a real enemy.

Shengyue caught these changes of Long Haoyu, waved her hand and grasped the gray dagger behind her, and her own spiritual power began to surge.

In an instant, a sword energy made of spiritual power was attached to the gray dagger, which lengthened the dagger to a certain extent.

The preparations of both were almost to the limit, and Long Haoyu, who had completely completed the incarnation of Shura, was acting entirely on instinct.

Without too much hesitation, the crazy eyes watched Sheng Yue's preparations, and immediately began to attack instinctively.

It's not as majestic as the human way, nor as grand and stunning as the Brahma's three poses. Some of them are the most primitive sword swings and slashing.

In an instant of youth, Long Haoyu came up to Shengyue, raised the Wufeng in his hand high, and greeted Shengyue.

"Hey, you're really being rude!" Sheng Yue smiled, waving the short sword in her hand and went forward.

Normally an assassin wouldn't go head-on, but Long Haoyu was only at the fifth level after all, so he still couldn't do a sneak attack like an assassin.

The gray dagger collided with Wufeng, and the sword energy lingering on the gray dagger trembled the moment it hit Wufeng.

Long Haoyu didn't maintain the posture of chopping the sword all the time. After the sword fell, he immediately slid towards the side of Shengyue with force, and Wufeng slashed down again, but it was not a real slash.

Just when he was halfway through the slash, he suddenly stopped in the air, and then attacked Shengyue in a crosscutting manner.

The corner of Shengyue's mouth twitched slightly, and calmly moved the gray dagger in front of her to block Long Haoyu's sudden attack this time.

Being stopped again, Long Haoyu started the next action again, constantly moving his figure.

Every movement of the figure will be accompanied by a slash, and all the angles that allow Long Haoyu to take the initiative are found at this moment.

"It's really different from the trick just now!"

"This kid, now feels like a machine that doesn't know how to get tired."

"Could it be that the so-called Body Transformation Shura is to allow the user to achieve this mysterious and mysterious state of endless energy?"

"If that's the only way, then wouldn't this move be inferior to the one just now?"

Shengyue was a little confused, and he witnessed the move just now in the world, which made him feel very amazing.

But at this time, the move of turning into a Shura didn't make him feel too much, and he even felt that this move was a bit tasteless to a certain extent.

Apart from being really crazy, he really couldn't feel anything else at this moment.

"If this is the case, then this trick may be the same."

"Then it will be able to stop this little guy like Long Haoyu in this way."

Shengyue whispered again, looking at Long Haoyu who was about to cut towards him again, his body turned into an afterimage and appeared behind him.

He didn't use the dagger, but kicked Long Haoyu's ass directly, with great personal resentment.

Long Haoyu turned his back to Shengyue. He was right in front of Shengyue at this time, but he still clearly felt Shengyue's kick.

Although the movement of withdrawing the sword was still very smooth, there was still no way to turn around immediately and cut out again towards the rear.

With the release of instinct, the madness in Long Haoyu's eyes went up to a higher level, under the surprised gazes of Shengyue, Han Qian and Yang Haohan.

Long Haoyu suddenly stabbed Wufeng towards his body, Wufeng stuck to the clothes around his waist and greeted the kicking big foot.

The clothes were scratched by Wufeng, even a part of the skin on the waist was scratched a lot, and a bloodstain appeared on the waist.

Seeing this, Shengyue couldn't continue kicking, he was sure that if he kicked this kick, he would also have an intimate contact with Wufeng.

When that time really came, although it would not be said that this one foot is so useless, he will definitely play a lame assassin for a long time to come.

Shengyue didn't dare to imagine such scenes at all, and hurriedly withdrew his foot, planning to use another method to stop Long Haoyu at this time.

But the real idea hadn't been implemented yet, his gaze was suddenly attracted by the wound on Long Haoyu's waist that Wufeng wiped open.

With the extent of the wound that Wufeng wiped just now, although there is not much damage, it will definitely take some time to recover.

But at this moment, what he could see with the naked eye was that the wound on Long Haoyu's waist began to squirm.

The broken epidermis healed instantly, except for the remaining bloodstains, it seemed as if it had never existed before.

(End of this chapter)