Chapter 442

The twisted gaps, the sudden burst of bright light, dazzling.

The thirteenth master and the fat old man, after their faces changed slightly, gradually became solemn.

After half a ring, the fat old man smiled and said, "This kid is really restless, it seems that it will be difficult for you to send out this fish dragon ball......"

The Thirteenth Master retracted his gaze and muttered: "Leave it to fate, his own choice should also understand the consequences." ”

The two talked, seemingly clueless.

In fact, with the cultivation of the second elder, they all sensed that there was a violent energy fluctuating in the Burial Sword Diagram.

Suddenly, there were more than ten times more violent fluctuations.

Even from the point of view of the second elder's cultivation, it is quite terrifying and should not be underestimated.

There is no doubt that Lin Yun in the secret realm is at the critical time to break through the sword technique.

Burial sword drawing, five floors, on an ancient stone platform.

In the desolate space, all kinds of visions of sword intent derivation became violently restless.

The reason for all this comes from the brilliant light that erupts from a certain stone platform.

The light was like a burning sun, and the light was so dazzling that it seemed to illuminate the vast space and could not hide any shadows.

In the dazzling light, a vague figure was hidden.

There is no doubt that the owner of the figure will no longer be anyone else except Lin Yun.

Everything, just because of the demon pill that was swallowed by Lin Yun, it had reached the point of being refined to the end.

In the depths of his body, the demon pill containing a pure aura as thick as a mountain was only the size of a small fingernail.

But it was the size of a small fingernail that burst out with terrifying light in his body, and thousands of rays of light burst out.

Lin Yun underestimated in the end, underestimated the horror of this demon pill, and fed it with the Purple Mansion Demon Pill for ten years in the Thirteenth Master. The aura refined by the Fish King reached a point where it made him breathtaking, thick and dignified, pure and condensed.

Right now, above the sky, blood clouds are rolling. The dull thunder, in the clouds where the sword intent had evolved, kept ringing, obviously brewing something.

The aura of terror permeated the sky, and there was not a single thunderbolt to be seen in the dark space.

Except for the violent restlessness, there was no sound in the whole space, and the silence felt eerie.

A pre-storm depression is spreading in this small space. Lin Yun on the stone platform, his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and the cold hairs on his body stood up.

He felt an inexplicable panic for no reason, and he had a hunch that if he couldn't be promoted to the ninth level of the sword technique.

The next thunder that will erupt will annihilate him in an instant, and he will be wiped out on the spot.

Lin Yun, who was shrouded in light, became nervous as he had never been before, and the Purple Kite Sword Technique kept running, frantically refining the Fish Dragon Demon Pill.

As long as the demon pill is refined before the thunder falls, the sword technique promotion will have the hope of blocking it.

Buzzing!

Suddenly, Lin Yun felt the dantian purple kite vibrate.

Seventy-one petals hummed like sharp swords, erupting with a furious sword intent, devouring the dazzling demon pill in the body's body in an almost predatory manner.

As if conscious, it sensed the impending danger and seemed very anxious. The fingernail-sized demon pill was quickly devoured little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the light shrouded in its body continued to shrink and condense.

Thundered!

Between the heavens, the blood cloud derived from the reckless sword intent rolled violently. A loud rumbling bang erupted, and the suffocating sense of oppression intensified again.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

It's as if you're in a race against death, and there's an invisible demon behind you, chasing you.

Lin Yun was extremely anxious in his heart, and at the moment of life and death, all distracting thoughts dissipated.

Shout!

When the last bit of brightness of the demon pill was devoured by the purple kite, Lin Yunxin instantly lifted up, only to see a little bit of brilliance emerging from the limbs and bones in his body. Like raindrops, it fell towards the purple kites, like moths to a fire.

When all the brilliance fell on the purple kite, Lin Yun's heart jumped violently.

He saw that the ice-crystal-like purple kite flower shattered violently, and then recondensed, constantly changing.

Before he could make a sound, a brand-new purple kite flower re-condensed and formed in his body. The newly-born purple kite, like purple ice crystals, is much more slender than before, and in addition to this, there is a small blood line in the center of the petals, which looks like it is alive.

Lin Yun's mind exploded, and he couldn't describe how he felt after seeing this flower.

If you have to say it in one word, it's a demon!

Enchanting and noble, he seems to be the king of flowers, looking down on the world.

When the seventy-two petals opened, there seemed to be an ancient voice passing through time and space. Condensed with the vicissitudes of the long years, turned into obscure and mysterious ideas, and vibrated endlessly in his mind.

In my mind, a vast and majestic picture appeared, an old man in purple, with a cold face, eyes like electricity, and eyes in all directions.

Hengdan was in the sky, holding the sword in front of him, and the two fingers of his left hand were together, slashing from the end of the sword to the tip of the sword.

"In the name of the sword, I make the flowers bloom!"

The moment the two fingers of the left hand together crossed the tip of the sword, a mysterious sword mark bloomed on his body, and the old man in purple burst out with terrifying sword intent, and a huge purple kite flower suddenly bloomed behind him.

The moment the slanted purple kite blooms, stirring up the sky.

In the heavenly dome, a huge and terrifying vortex was formed, as if it was not the clouds that were sucked in, but the entire heaven and earth.

The purple-clothed old man swept with his sword, and the black demon shadows that rushed towards him in the vast and endless sky were all swept into nothingness in an instant.

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

Lin Yun's heart was extremely shocked, and a strange emotion spread in his heart.

Thinking about it, the purple-clothed old man that appeared in his mind must be the Purple Kite Sword Saint who was in ancient times.

Every movement of the old man in purple in the picture is constantly reconstructed by him in his mind.

I see!

He suddenly realized in his heart that the sword mark sacrificed by the old man in purple was actually the instant beauty he had mastered before.

It's just that in an instant, once it is displayed, it will exhaust the true element.

It can only be used to fight for people's lives, and the gambling is too big, if you can't kill your opponent, you will die.

But after the sword technique is promoted to the ninth level, as long as the sword seal is sacrificed, the flower will bloom with one thought.

He kept thinking about it in his heart, copying the mysterious sword mark sacrificed by the Purple Kite Sword Saint, and a mysterious fluctuation spread.

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

Rumble!

Suddenly, a roar full of blood and murder suddenly erupted between heaven and earth, and the endless blood cloud let out a terrifying roar.

Then it tumbled violently, evolving into a blood-colored phantom, like a demon god.

Holding a hundred-zhang long sword, he slashed down towards the stone platform where Lin Yun was.

Bang bang bang!

Where the sword passed, it was devastated, and one ancient stone platform after another was chopped into powder on the spot.

The stone platform, which has existed for an unknown number of years, is like a papier-mâché in front of this sword, and it is vulnerable.

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

The blood-colored phantom was like a mountain, and its sword slashed down like thunder, as if it was about to sweep everything.

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

"Damn!"

Lin Yun couldn't do much, so he raised his hand. The funeral sword in the stone platform turned into a streamer and fell into his hands.

Whew!

The fierce wind brought by the sword blew Lin Yun's green shirt into a hunting sound, and his long hair had already been split, undulating with the wind behind him.

But it's strange to say, it's obviously a realm of life and death, but the moment you hold the hilt of the funeral sword.

Lin Yun's heart became surprisingly quiet.

Old friend, I'm going to trouble you again......

One person, one sword, after too many lives and deaths, have long been in the same mind. Needless to say, the sword body hummed to itself, and the burial sword showed its attitude.

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

Looking up, the smile on the young man's face gradually converged, replaced by a heart of the sword, a fearless spirit of life and death.

No, I, Lin Yun, will never die here!

Seeing it, the blood-colored sword that swept through everything was about to fall on the head.

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows, held the sword in front of him with his right hand, and put the fingers of his left hand together, sticking to the sword body and constantly slashing upward.

Click!

With the arms together, slowly crossed, the dantian purple iris bloomed one by one.

When his fingers crossed the tip of the sword, all seventy-two petals bloomed, and an unrivaled sword momentum erupted from Lin Yun's body.

"In the name of the sword, I make the flowers bloom!"

A huge purple kite flower suddenly bloomed above its head, stirring up the heavens, and Lin Yun held his sword in both hands, blocking the falling blood-colored sword.

Boom!

In the earth-shattering noise, a strange scene appeared, and Lin Yun, who seemed to be small, forcibly blocked this sword ray.

The ground rumbled and trembled, and the corners of Lin Yun's mouth overflowed with blood, and his face turned extremely pale in an instant.

The ancient stone platform under his feet, there was a slight crack, and it was about to fall apart.

"Get out!"

Lin Yun, who gritted his teeth, roared angrily with all his strength, and shook the blood-colored sword for a moment with his sword.

Whew!

Taking advantage of the moment, he stepped on the ancient stone platform and rushed out like lightning.

Rumble!

The blood-colored sword was no longer hindered, and slashed straight to the ground, drawing a huge ravine that could not be seen at a glance.

Lin Yun, who was half-squatting on another stone platform, was weak and weak, and kicked his breath.

His cloak was scattered, and blood slowly spilled from his nostrils, eyes, and ears, which was barely blocked, and he was still injured a lot.

But the corners of the young man's mouth stubbornly raised a smile.

He survived after all!

In the burial sword forest, the thirteenth master and the fat old man who were eating fish flashed with different colors in their eyes at the same time.

Half-ringing, the Thirteenth Master touched his beard and smiled: "This kid, his life is really big." ”

The fat old man drank a small sip of Hantan fragrant dew, and said with a smile: "Hehe, fighting for his life with the sky, the bones in the burial sword diagram, and the endless broken sword did not scare this kid away, it is indeed a big life." ”

The pot was full of snow arowana, and the two of them had eaten a third of it, but the crescent moon meat containing all the essence of the snow dragon fish still didn't move.

Both of them stared at each other, and whoever dared to move was immediately a sword...... No, it's chopsticks.

The blood dragon horse not far away was lying on the ground pitifully, looking at the snow dragon fish in the pot. Saliva flowed all over the ground, and his eyes were full of mist, which was really a grievance he had never seen before.

"Do you eat fish? Count me in as one......"

Half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Yun, who was embarrassed, walked out with a smile on his face.

The two elders didn't expect Lin Yun to appear so soon, and before they could react, they saw Lin Yun pick up the chopsticks and hold the crescent moon meat in the pot in his mouth.

"Comfortable, Xiaohong, you can eat too. ”

The moment the crescent moon meat was eaten, Lin Yun's eyes lit up, he had never eaten such a delicious taste. Hearty, endless aftertaste, and the severe pain of the injuries all over the body have been alleviated a lot.

Looking up, the Blood Dragon Horse was looking at him with blank eyes.

Lin Yun had a smile on his face and picked up the whole pot.

"Stop!"

The faces of the thirteenth master and the fat old man turned black at the same time, and they got up and drank.

But there were still two-thirds of the snow dragon fish, including the meat and soup, and they had already been swallowed by the blood dragon horse.

Goo Boom Goo

Looking up at the second elder, the Blood Dragon Horse's eyes narrowed slightly, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction permeated his body, revealing two rows of front teeth monsters and laughing.