Necropolis Immortal

Lu Yun has absolute confidence in his gift. All he needs is inspiration.

In the beginning, on that white road, Lu Yun could understand even the blow of Avenue to Jane and integrate into his sword... not to mention the sword of the purple mausoleum.

Moreover, the sword that purple mausoleum had slaughtered the spirits in his lungs was clearly deliberately rehearsed for Lu Yun to show him, and all of the swords were displayed in front of Lu Yun.

Under the fifth funeral abyss, Lu Yun immersed himself in the sword, but nothing at that time allowed Lu Yun to truly practice.

Now, in the face of the bloody shadow of the heavens and the earth, Lu Yun drew his sword and rushed over.

Uh--

In the moment, this void was covered in purple sword shadows.

Bloody spirits, one head at a time, were cut apart by these shadows and instantly crashed.

However, Lu Yun knows that these bloody spirits were not slaughtered by the sword itself, but by the forces of heaven and earth contained in the sword.

Now Lu Yun can't reach the level of purple mausoleum, master swordplay.

He can only gradually find his own way around.

In other words, although Lu Yun is now using his sword, he is essentially no different from Fang, and is still killing his enemies with the divine power of heaven and earth.

The power of the heavens and the earth in him is still being consumed.

However, over time, Lu Yun uses less and less heavenly and earth power, replacing it with the power of the sword itself.

“A dragon overflowing the sea? Dahua Hua Peng? A sword, Star River? Or an endless sea of stars? Sure enough, these swords, they're all jokes! ”

Gradually, Lu Yun's face revealed a smile.

His whole heart, once again immersed in the sword of the purple mausoleum.

In front of Lu Yun's eyes, the dense numbness, the bloody yin spirits from the heavens and the earth disappeared, replaced by a brilliant sword.

This is Kendo.

Like organic, dan, array, charade.

What swordsmanship, sword will, in front of the sword path, all the people are crooked.

“Dao, Ben is invisible! I hold the sword, it is the sword! ”

Uh--

Suddenly, Lu Yun's hands trembled, and the forces of the heavens and the earth, which were already nearly exhausted, seized upon him, and then a purple luster burst forth from him.

Between moments--

The world is covered by a purple sword shadow.

This is a pure sword, free of all the forces of heaven and earth.

But under the shadow of this purple sword, countless bloody Yin spirits were destroyed by this sword.

All over the small world, momentarily empty.

“Become… this is Kendo, with the sword! ”

“However, this is not my swordplay, but purple swordplay… I am just a imitator. So I need to create my own sword path. ”

Lu Yun looked up.

Above the void, the dense, numb, bloody spirits gathered again, but this time they did not rush over, but wandered halfway across the sky.

Among those bloody spirits, Lu Yun saw a faint purple color.

“Purple Yin? ”

Lu Yun's eyebrows flashed.

In Qingzhou, Lu Yun also saw the purple Yin Spirit, a more terrifying Yin Spirit than the bloody Yin Spirit. Under a single pair, it can kill Luo Tianju.

It is also the purple Yin Spirit that caused the death and injury of Qingzhou, and countless cactus fell.

Now there are purple Yin spirits as well.

But the purple spirits didn't dare enter here, just wandering on the edge of the little world here, and obviously there's something here that makes it unscrupulous.

“My hunch is right, once the cactus steps here, it will be slaughtered by the power here. ”

Lu Yun relieved.

With a purple sword in his hand, he stood in front of the pattern formed by the kingdom of the Yin and the kingdom of the Yang, looking up at the Yin Spirit above the sky.

At this moment, the Yin and Yang frontiers have merged by a third, and that pattern, along with the Yin and Yang tombs, has begun to merge slowly, as if a torn wound was healing.

“Wow...”

Suddenly, the purple spirits in the middle of the sky screamed with a thorny scream.

For a moment, a more violent wave of spirits poured down.

But at this moment, Lu Yun's layout was raging, and the purple sword in his hand once again blossomed a purple sword.

Uh--

Uh--

Uh--

Sword Lane waves.

Each sword contains the sword technique previously practiced by Lu Yun, the sky dragon overflowing the sea, Dahua Peng, a sword star river, the infinite sea of stars!

Originally, it took a lot of preparation, many moves to complete the sword method, in this sword the unified display.

This is Kendo.

One sword, Magic.

Of course, Lu Yun has not reached this level yet. His swordplay is just a little fur, not even his own swordplay, it's just a purple swordplay.

“What exactly is the origin of the purple mausoleum? Ancient times passed to Qi Haidan Road, making Dan Road the Ancient First Saddle Road. In the more ancient times, a fire was traded to someone, and he ended up destroying people's hell! ”

“Now, just using one sword, she showed me Kendo. ”

Purple Mausoleum, is a mystery.

At this moment, the sword in the hands of Lu Yun is like a brush, waving like a brush, a sword like ink painting, filling this small world.

In each sword light, there are dozens of changes in the landing cloud's own sword method. But now, the main body of this sword is still purple, and Lu Yun is still in the imitation phase.

“To create my own sword path, I need to create at least a thousand swords and combine them. ”

Lu Yun understands that wanting to understand his own sword path is not overnight.

Even a taste of closure and painstaking repair may not succeed.

What he needs is constant killing, constant practice, constant awareness of the path of the heavens and the earth.

Like right now--

The sword in the hands of Lu Yun, slower and smaller, from the small world surrounding the lungs of the whole heavens and the earth, to the hundred, eventually only the layout of the yin and yang realms, like a purple light screen.

But this light screen is made up of a dense, numb sword shadow, unusually sharp, infinitely bloody Yin spirits hit the light screen, like an egg smashing a rock, instantly grey smoke extinguished.

……

“Hmm?”

All of a sudden, Lu Yun only felt light in his hand. The endless blood shadow disappeared instantly.

“What's the matter? ”

Lu Yun opened his eyes and looked up.

There is only one light purple figure left on this void, the purple shadow.

Purple Yin's eyes, like two purple gems, looked deeply at Lu Yun and turned away.

Boom...

Boom...

Boom...

The next moment, in this small world, there is a loud and deafening roar.

“Got it!”

Lu Yun's eyes lit up.

He saw that the Yin-Yang Front behind him had been reunited.

The original shadow tomb and sun tomb have disappeared and replaced by a huge tomb.

Darkness, cold, horror.