Chapter 442

The twisted gaps, the sudden strong light burst, dazzling.

After the face of the Thirteen Lord and the Fat Elder, after the face changed slightly, it gradually became dignified.

After half a noise, the fat old man laughed: "This kid is really disturbed. It seems that you are afraid of being sent out ..."

The 13th grandfather took his gaze and groaned: "Listen to the sky, his own choice, you should understand the consequences."

The dialogue between the two seemed to have no clue.

In fact, with the two old cultivation, they all feel that there is a violent energy in the funeral sword map fluctuating.

Suddenly, there are more than ten times the fierce fluctuations.

Even with the second old man, it is quite terrible, not to be underestimated.

There is no doubt that Lin Yun in the secret situation is at a critical time to break through the Jianjue.

Funeral sword map, five floors, ancient stone platforms.

In the desolate space, the various visions derived from the sword, the violent restlessness.

All the reasons come to a certain stone platform, the bright light erupted.

The light is like a burning day, and the light is bright and eye -catching. It seems that the vast space is shining, and no shadow cannot be hidden.

In the dazzling light, there is a vague figure hidden.

There is no doubt that the owner of the figure will not be anyone else except Lin Yun.

Everything is because of the monster Dan under the Lin Yunfang, it has reached the point of being refined.

In the depths of his body, the demon Dan, which contains thick and pure aura, is only small -sized.

But this little nail size erupted in his body, and the light was shot out.

In the end, Lin Yun was underestimated, and underestimated the horror of this demon Dan. In the case of the 13th grandfather feeding the Zifu Di Dan for ten years.

Pure condensed.

Right now, on the sky, the bloody clouds are rolling. The dull thunder sounds, in the cloud layer of the sword, is constantly sounding, obviously what is brewing.

The horrible breath is permeated in the sky, and the dull space cannot see a thunder.

Except for the violent restlessness, there is no sound in the whole space, and the silence is weird.

The depression before the storm comes, and it is permeating in this narrow space. Lin Yun on the stone platform has an unprecedented dignity, and the cold hair is erected.

I feel inexplicable panic for no reason. He has a hunch.

The thunder who will erupt will be annihilated in an instant, and the on -site gray smoke will be extinguished.

Lin Yun, who was shrouded in light, was not nervous in front of his mind, and the purple kite swords kept running.

As long as the Thunder fell, the demon Dan was refined, and the promotion of the sword was promoted to block it.

Um!

Suddenly, Lin Yun felt that Dantian purple kite flowers vibrated.

Seventy -one petals buzz like a sharp sword, and the violent swords broke out, swallowing the bright and dazzling demon Dan in the body in a nearly plunder.

It seemed to be conscious, induced to the coming danger, and it seemed very anxious. The nail -sized demon Dan, at the speed visible to the naked eye, was quickly devoured by a little bit, and the light shrouded in it continued to shrink and condensed.

Boom!

Between the sky, the bloody clouds derived from the reckless sword rolled up violently. There was a loud noise that broke out, and the suffocating sense of oppression was strengthened again.

Come on, come on, come on!

It was as if I was racing against death, with an invisible demon chasing me behind my back.

Lin Yun was extremely anxious. At this critical moment of life and death, all distracting thoughts disappeared.

call out!

When the last bright bit of the demon elixir was swallowed up by the purple kite flower, Lin Yun's heart lifted up in an instant, and he saw little bits of brilliance emerging from the limbs and bones in his body. Like raindrops, they fell towards the purple kite flower, like moths rushing to the flames desperately.

Wait until all the brilliance is gone

Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat when he stood on the purple irises.

He saw that the ice-crystal purple irises suddenly shattered, then re-condensed, and continued to change.

Not long after, a brand new purple kite flower re-condensed and took shape in his body. The new purple kite flower was like purple ice crystals, much slender than before. In addition, there was a small blood line in the center of the petals. Look

It looks like there is life up there.

Lin Yun's mind was buzzing. He couldn't describe how he felt after seeing this flower.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be monster!

Charming and noble, she seems to be the king of flowers, looking down on the world.

When all seventy-two petals were opened, an ancient voice seemed to travel through time and space. It condensed the vicissitudes of time and turned into obscure and mysterious thoughts, vibrating in his mind.

In his mind, a vast and majestic picture appeared, of an old man in purple clothes, with a cold face, eyes like lightning, looking in all directions.

Hengdan was in the sky, holding the sword close to his body, holding the fingers of his left hand together and drawing from the end of the sword to the tip.

"In the name of the sword, I will cause the flowers to bloom!"

When the two fingers of his left hand moved together across the tip of the sword, a mysterious sword mark bloomed on his body. The old man in purple erupted with terrifying sword intent, and a purple kite flower that was still huge suddenly bloomed behind him.

The moment the leaning purple irises bloomed, the sky was stirred up.

A huge and terrifying vortex formed in the sky, as if what was sucked in was not the clouds, but the entire heaven and earth.

The old man in purple swung his sword and swept away the black demonic figures that were rushing towards him. In an instant, they were all wiped out into nothingness.

In the name of the sword, I make the flowers bloom.

Lin Yun was extremely shocked, and a strange emotion filled his heart.

After thinking about it, the old man in purple clothes who appeared in my mind must be the Purple Kite Sword Master who dominated the ancient times.

Every action of the old man in purple in the picture was constantly reconstructed in his mind.

I see!

He suddenly realized that the sword seal offered by the purple-clothed old man was actually the moment of youth he had mastered before.

However, the moment of youthfulness will exhaust the true energy once it is used.

It can only be used to fight for one's life, and the gambling nature is too high. If you can't kill your opponent, you will die.

But after the Sword Art is promoted to the ninth level, as long as the sword seal is used, a single thought will cause the flowers to bloom.

He kept thinking about it in his mind, copying the mysterious sword seal sacrificed by Ziyuan Sword Master, and a mysterious wave spread out.

On the ancient stone platform, Lin Yun's body exuded a mysterious purple light, like petals.

boom!

Suddenly, a roar full of blood and killing erupted from the sky and the earth, and the boundless blood cloud let out a terrifying roar.

Then it rolled violently and transformed into a bloody shadow, like a demon.

Holding a sword beam that was a hundred feet long, he slashed down at the stone platform where Lin Yun was.

Bang bang bang!

Wherever the sword light passed, it was destroyed, and one ancient stone platform after another was chopped into powder on the spot.

The stone platform that had existed for who knows how many years was as fragile as paper in front of this sword light.

Lin Yun opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed in an uproar.

The blood-colored shadow is like a mountain, and its sword light cuts down like thunder, as if it wants to sweep across everything.

Lin Yun on the stone platform looked extremely small in front of this sword light.

"hateful!"

Lin Yun couldn't help but raised his hand and made a move. The flower-burial sword that had entered the stone platform turned into a stream of light and fell into his hand.

Whoosh!

The strong wind brought by the sword light made Lin Yun's green shirt rustle, and his long hair had already been torn apart, undulating with the wind behind him.

But it is strange to say that it is obviously the realm of life and death, but at the moment when you hold the hilt of the Flower Burial Sword.

Lin Yun's heart became surprisingly peaceful.

Old friend, I have to trouble you again...

One person and one sword have gone through too many lives and deaths, and they have already connected with each other. No need to say anything, the sword body buzzed, and the Flower Burial Sword expressed its attitude.

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

Looking up, the smile on the young man's face gradually faded, and was replaced by a spirit of fighting for the sword and a fearless spirit of life and death.

No, I, Lin Yun, will never die here!
To be continued...