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

Chapter 181 The monstrous Long Haoyu, his self-created skills reappear!
Lin Xin panicked.

The intermittent incantations ended up being unsuccessful.

Looking at Long Haoyu at this moment with cold feet, the more he looked at it, the more weird he felt.

Everyone in the rest area also looked at Long Haoyu at this time. It was really never seen a situation like Long Haoyu closing his eyes in the final of the Demon Hunt Selection Competition.

Since it was already the final, many people from other temples also came to the knight's trial ground, and they all watched Long Haoyu's performance in surprise.

Some of those who watched Long Haoyu's match in the preliminary stage were like Lin Xin at this time, and the corners of their eyes twitched slightly.

"This kid, is he creating his own skills again?"

On the referee's seat, Han Qian looked at Long Haoyu with a solemn face, and could vaguely guess what Long Haoyu was doing.

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener meant it. Lin Chen's words sounded particularly harsh to Lin Chen's ears.

The corners of Lin Chen's eyes twitched, and he looked at Han Qian unabashedly: "Han Qian, you said that this contestant named Long Haoyu created his own soul skills during the competition?"

"Not sure, but very likely."

Han Qian pondered and said, "This kid Haoyu has a lot of self-created skills, and he is walking his own way of punishing knights."

Lin Chen gasped, and after making sure he had heard correctly, he looked at Long Haoyu with even more shock.

Walking his own path of disciplinary knights, and having a lot of self-created skills, is this definitely an ability that a person who participates in the selection contest of the Demon Hunt Squad should have?
Knights' self-created skills are the same as their mages' research on their own forbidden spells. Before their strength reaches the corresponding level, it is impossible to have so much actual combat experience and insights.

However, Long Haoyu, as a player in the selection contest of the Demon Hunt Squad, started to create his own skills in the ring at this time, and was he not the first skill created by himself?
evildoer!Absolute monster!

Lin Chen's mood was a little restless, he seemed to understand why the things that he had failed to change Lin Xin in the past could succeed with Long Haoyu.

The person who can let his grandson learn attack magic even when he is mentally handicapped is really extraordinary!
Suddenly, an old voice sounded.

Yang Haoyu also came here this time. Although he knew that the selection contest of the Demon Hunt Squad would not be difficult for Long Haoyu, he also wanted to see how Long Haoyu performed in the competition.

Now Long Haoyu's performance satisfied him.

As the No.1 disciplinary knight today, Yang Haoyu could see through the spiritual power running around Long Haoyu at this moment.

"Haoyu is indeed creating his own skills!"

"His current spiritual power is operating in a very strange way, which is similar to the magic that Lin Xin, a contestant, just cast."

"Perhaps, it is because of Lin Xin's magic that he has a certain understanding, so he started to create his own skills!"

Yang Haoyu's voice was sonorous and powerful, his words were equivalent to authority, and he truly confirmed the things that Han Qian was uncertain about.

Without deliberately lowering his voice, Yang Haoyu's words were heard by everyone in the rest area, and Lin Xin who was on the trial ground also heard them.

Knowing that Long Haoyu is creating his own skills at this time, and now he seems to be a guinea pig for Long Haoyu's own skills, his face is green, rivaling his hair.

"Boss, you are really cruel."

"It's agreed not to kill me in seconds. Feelings, you really don't intend to kill me in seconds, but you want to make me a guinea pig!"

"Self-created skills, is the skill you created this time fierce or not? I can't handle it!"

While Lin Xin was yelling, he tentatively wanted to continue casting magic, but his own spiritual power couldn't keep up.

Without the slightest hesitation, crystal bottles flew out of his ring one by one, picked a few bottles and ate the pills without hesitation.

After taking the pill, his spiritual power began to recover crazily.

Feeling the changes in himself, Lin Xin breathed a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, brother has medicine, otherwise the magic power is about to be exhausted, and I really might not be able to stand it right now."

"It's much better now. After recovering, I feel that I should still try it."

"Come on, boss, let the storm come harder!"

Lin Xin opened his hands, like a Saobao facing the sea, with both hands embracing the world.

Funny enough, Lin Xin didn't stop what he was doing, and after the last sentence fell, he started muttering again.

Taking advantage of Long Haoyu's comprehension at this time, he aimed at this moment as the best opportunity to attack Long Haoyu, maybe he could really defeat Long Haoyu.

"boom--"

At this time, the spiritual power in Long Haoyu's body exploded.

The golden liquid spiritual power began to divide on him.

It's like a path, corresponding to the running track of the spiritual power inside his body at this time.

Long Haoyu opened his eyes suddenly, like a wild tiger, the exquisite light in his eyes was full of suffocating taste.

Clang——

Wufeng contended constantly.

Long Haoyu held the Wufeng sword hilt with both hands.

He didn't take the initiative to attack Lin Xin, but grabbed Wufeng and stabbed fiercely towards the ring.

The ground of the trial ground was very hard, but Wufeng's sharp edge was stabbed open like tofu, and half of the sword body did not enter the trial field.

There are many cracks in the cracked ground, spreading like spider webs.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Is this your self-created skill?"

After Lin Xin chanted the magic spell, he controlled a huge fireball to attack Long Haoyu. Looking at Long Haoyu's movements at this time, he couldn't help being curious.

Long Haoyu didn't answer Lin Xin directly. At this time, his state of mind was still immersed in the mystery of self-created skills. The feeling of Lin Xin's magical attack made him feel very strange at this time.

Although Long Haoyu didn't get a verbal answer, Lin Xin saw a big change in the arena of the proving ground.

The crack that shouldn't have been very wide opened up most of the arena in the proving ground at this time.

After careful sensing, one could even feel the spiritual power flowing in these cracks, as if Long Haoyu was using his own spiritual power to feed back the ground.

Upon discovering such an abnormality, Lin Xin suddenly woke up in his heart.

Just when he was about to say something, Long Haoyu's next move unfolded under his gaze.

Wufeng pulled out a lot from the ground, and about one-third of the sword body was submerged under the ground.

But after Wufeng was pulled out a little, the spiritual power surging under the ring began to show signs of breaking out.

At the same time, Long Haoyu's cold voice sounded: "Sword, get up!"

(End of this chapter)