In front of the towering sword tower, a stone tablet stood with four lines of text written on it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

White bones cast sword tower, practice sword refining one's body, break the way into swordsmanship, and be the person in the palace!

Lu Li glanced at it, and was stunned for a moment, just after a mysterious thought came, he finally understood what the danger of this Hades Palace was.

The Eight Portals represent eight different paths, and if you choose one of them, you will have to practice and comprehend the Dharma recorded in this portal, and only those who complete it within the specified time will be able to obtain the approval of the Hades Palace.

Otherwise, they will be instantly wiped out by the power of this Hades Palace.

Lu Li frowned slightly, the sword gate he chose was one of the more difficult, and the method inherited in this sword tower was called Spirit Sword Technique.

This spirit sword technique is very subtle, and there are no fixed moves, techniques, or even cultivation methods.

Instead, through the cultivation of other swordsmanship, he constantly absorbs the essence of it, and comprehends the mysteries of the spirit sword in the dark, so as to create the most suitable spirit sword technique for himself.

On the one hand, we must practice as many swordsmanship as possible within the specified time and integrate with the hundred schools, on the other hand, we must not be bound by these swordsmanship, we must jump out of the rules and find the most suitable strength for ourselves.

Airplanes......

Suddenly, there was a column of fragrant gas on the top of the tower, light smoke curling and burning very slowly, and the speed of time here was about eleven to one hundred from the outside world.

But it's clear that time is already running out.

When this pillar of incense is burned, if Lu Li still fails to create his own spirit sword technique, he will be completely wiped out by this Hades Palace.

"I'm going to get through it. Lu Li gritted his teeth and walked into this sword tower.

Airplanes.

"Spirit swordsmanship, this sword takes the magic of heaven and earth, three thousand swords, all of them, heaven and earth are reckless, only this sword. Those who cultivate this sword need to reach the triple realm of swordsmanship, sword qi, and sword intent before they can control this technique......"

The voice of the cold machinery resounded, and after Lu Li listened carefully, it took a while for him to come to his senses, and then a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

This spiritual swordsmanship is an ancient era, the secret of sword cultivators, and it is an extremely high method for comprehending the way of the sword, which is many times more powerful than the so-called true martial arts.

When this spirit swordsmanship first began to cultivate, it was necessary to practice three thousand swordsmanship, and only then could he know what the sword was.

After that, it was the most difficult step, absorbing the essence of the three thousand sword paths, but forgetting all those traces, treating oneself as a sword embryo, constantly polishing, and finally fusing the true qi in the body with one's own sword intent, so as to create a true spirit sword technique.

"Cultivation begins, sword drawing technique ......"

In the sword tower, a little light and shadow converged, and a person was conjured, the person's breath was restrained, not at all, the whole person seemed to be hiding in the dark night, suddenly, he stepped out, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Want to do it?" Lu Li reacted immediately.

Almost at that moment, the man drew his sword, and a sword light rose in his hand, and in an instant, it was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, across the nine heavens and the sky.

That sword, like an electric light in the night, flickered in an instant, sublimated like the sun in the sky, brilliant to the extreme, and returned to an instant.

Lu Li's thoughts seemed to be cut off by this sword light, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, and when he came back to his senses, the whole person had already flown out like a sandbag.

"Why, how is it possible, just drawing the sword, not even using the true qi. Lu Li sat on the ground and didn't slow down for a long time.

The shock that the sword brought to him was too huge, he never thought that swordsmanship could still be done like this, a sword drawing action, but in an instant life and death, the momentum was natural, through the only.

This is not a competition for strength, but pure swordsmanship, breaking the method with skills, and even a trace of truth is hidden in it.

"The essence of sword drawing lies in the potential, the sword has not come out, the momentum has been achieved, the shot will be like thunder, the opponent has not moved, and life and death have been divided. ”

The mechanical voice resounded again, and the long sword in the light man's hand was sheathed, and his body moved, and he began to evolve and dismantle the various subtleties of the sword drawing technique.

Lu Li's eyes widened, and he carefully observed and comprehended, and he was unwilling to let go at all.

In this way, Lu Li, under the guidance of the light people, began to practice the sword drawing technique, the process was long and painful, Lu Li was defeated again and again, and his whole body seemed to fall apart.

However, the man of light did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and kept correcting his mistakes.

Airplanes......

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the long sword in Lu Li's hand slammed into the sky, as fast as a bolt of lightning, cutting off the opponent's sword momentum.

The man of light vibrates, turns into a little fluorescent, and dissipates into nothingness.

"Initial mastery of sword drawing skills, plasticity improvement ......"

The mechanical voice resounded again, and then, the light and shadow converged, and a figure appeared, which was arrogant and domineering, revealing a fierce killing aura.

"Slashing swordsmanship, start practicing. ”

Lu Li's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, he didn't let people live, he was treated like an animal, and he didn't have the slightest chance to breathe.

But he really didn't have much time in this situation.

The process of mastering the sword drawing technique is incomparably long, Lu Li has been struggling to persevere, here, his body does not seem to be injured, but the fatigue is real. At this moment, he only felt that his muscles were sore, his muscles and veins were numb, and the bones in his body seemed to be about to fall apart.

"Come again!"

Lu Li gasped, gritted his teeth and shouted, his clothes were already wet with sweat.

The light man killed, and the long sword in his hand slashed down, like a crack in the sky, Lu Li's scalp was numb, he felt a huge crisis, and stepped forward to fight.

There are no years in the tower.

This is the world of swords, in addition to swordsmanship, things and I forget, gradually, Lu Li forgot the pain, forgot the world, forgot the grievances, and only had the sword in his heart.

And his opponents are constantly changing, and the swordsmanship in his hands is becoming more and more sophisticated.

Imperial swordsmanship, sword control, stabbing swordsmanship, hidden swordsmanship, speed swordsmanship, array swordsmanship, rune swordsmanship, escape swordsmanship, heavy swordsmanship......

These swordsmanship are amazingly powerful, but they represent different directions in the development of swordsmanship, Lu Li is like a blank piece of paper, constantly absorbing the essence of it, like a sword embryo in actual combat, constantly being polished.

"Plasticity improvement, combat power improvement, six senses reconstruction analysis, qualified ......"

The mechanical voice resounded again, and the mist rose all over Lu Li's body, which was formed by the exhaustion of his physical strength, the heat dissipated, and the sweat evaporated.

However, at this moment, his aura is becoming more and more scattered, sometimes fierce, sometimes domineering and arrogant, sometimes cold and restrained, sometimes evil and secretive......

He was like a sword, smelting too much temperament, he was not practicing, sitting cross-legged, constricting his scattered aura.

That swordsmanship kept flashing in his mind like a marquee.

At this moment, only one-fifth of the original incense stick remained.