—A long rainbow streaked across the sky, tearing apart the pitch-black void.
Clothed in white like snow, this figure walked gently, with the frost-like white hair behind him dancing wildly. At this moment, the world was in vain - sad, and inexplicable sadness spread. This kind of sadness spread in the hearts of everyone
, touching the tingling deep in my heart.
"Long time no see, Mu Chen!" Ye Chen chuckled, raising the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining an arc.
"Captain!" The entire void was empty and silent, and two martial arts warriors whispered softly.
The warriors around him automatically moved out of the way to clear a path.
The energy of life and death surged around the feet, and at the same time - dressed in white clothes, the two figures looked at each other in the air, and finally chuckled.
"Martial arts realm!" In Mu Chen's body, Ye Chen noticed a will as boundless as the sea, which was extremely terrifying.
Similarly, in Mu Chen Chapter 1024 Mu Chen Martial Arts (Third Update), Ye Chen also felt oppression like heaven and earth, coming from the will of the three moon gods.
In an instant, Ye Chen and Mu Chen stepped forward in vain, shooting out, and two extremely bright sword lights emerged from the void.
Raise the sword, draw the sword, the simplest sword style! Ding! A clear sword chant echoed, the sword shattered, Ye Chen and Mu Chen put away their swords at the same time, their shoulders shook lightly, and they each faced
Then exit - step.
Mu Chen's eyes were still empty, without any life in them, but when Ye Zhue looked at him, he noticed a sadness.
This sadness was worse than before. Ye Chen didn't say anything, but gently patted Mu Chen's shoulder with his right hand.
Mu Chen smiled lightly and glanced at the four sword corpses in the distance, his gaze unwavering: "Did the refining succeed?"
"Successful!" Ye Chen did not hide the matter of the sword corpse from Mu Chen, "Now these four sword corpses are my right-hand men. Along the way, these four sword corpses have played a great role!"
"Although the sword corpses are terrifying, they are still an external force after all!" Mu Chen whispered as he could feel the coercion flowing within the four sword corpses.
"Of course I know this!" Ye Chen turned around, looked at the complicated Ya Jian and others in the distance, and chuckled: "These are your team
A member of?”
"Except for those dozens of warriors, the others are indeed members of my team!" Mu Chen said calmly, his empty eyes swept over Ya Jian and the others, and he said calmly: "Why, did these people offend you?"
"Those guys have been chasing Qing Jue for several months. If I hadn't arrived, Qing Jue would have fallen by now!" The hunting clothes made a sound, and Ye Chen gently lifted up the Qigong Clam, and the cold light filled the air.
"Then kill him!" Mu Chen stepped forward, his sword energy diffused into the air of life and death, and suddenly transformed into strange lilac flowers.
The wind blew these lilac petals and floated out with the wind. The void of thousands of feet in radius covered these petals, as if there was a rain of flowers.
The expressions of the two martial arts realm warriors became solemn, and their martial arts will was concentrated to avoid the rain of falling flowers.
The moment Mu Chen took a step forward, Ya Jian's pupils shrank in vain, his mind was slightly focused, and he was on guard at the moment.
But when facing the falling petals, Ya Jian's mind could not help but be immersed in it. Inexplicable sadness spread in his heart, and that kind of sadness was more uncomfortable than death.
Phew! Raising his sword and drawing it out, Mu Chen's figure appeared in vain. Looking at the tooth sword that was just a few feet away, the sword stabbed out in the air. This sword seemed to become the instinct of his body.
However, this sword is enough to shake the world. It is the will that has evolved from Weiqing to the extreme, Weiqing will.
The sword light dissipated, replaced by splashes of blood, and the eye-catching blood fell on the falling petals.
Ya Jian's eyes gradually became slacker, and a sadness still spread in his heart. At this moment, he did not notice the loss of vitality in his body, but was immersed in that memory that he was willing to dust away.
In order to pursue the so-called supreme martial arts, Ya Jian was willing to abandon his wife and the ties of the mortal world, but in the end, what did he pursue?
The sentimental will shattered Yajian's vitality and wiped out Yajian's soul. Even until his death, the sadness still flowed in Yajian's soul.
Sheathing the sword, Mu Chen ignored the vitality in front of him, and the flower petals fluttering around him disappeared in vain.
"That kind of sustenance has been integrated into the sword, lilac!" Ye Chen grabbed it into the void, and the violent thunder condensed into a blooming lilac.
Ya Jian's body fell down weakly. This sudden sword made all the warriors in the eight hells stunned, especially the two martial arts realm warriors, who looked a little angry. This Ya Jian was their close friend for decades.
, but this time they stepped into the abyss of life and death, and several people were divided into different teams. A few months ago, the two of them were defeated by Mu Chen's sword. Because of their strength, they admired Mu Chen, so for several months, although they were dignified
Although he is a strong martial artist, he still obeys Mu Chen.
However, at this moment, the tragic death of their best friend has touched the bottom line of their hearts, "Mu Chen, you actually killed Ya Jian!"
Turning around, Mu Chen looked at the two team members blankly, his gaze unwavering, and said calmly: "Have these people taken action too?"
Mu Chen did not say these words to the warriors of the Eight Hells, but to Ye Chen. Ye Zhi came with a sword and chuckled: "You can't touch these people, because these people are my prey!"
The laughter stopped in vain, Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and his body shot out, like a rainbow, rushing into the warriors of the Eight Hells, waving the Qigong Sword in his hand, and the bright sword light once again made people eye-catching.
of bloody light.
Stopping, Mu Chen stood in the void and did not take action. He knew that these people would not be Ye Chen's opponents, even the two martial arts realm warriors.
A series of screams echoed in the void, and then the screams were gradually replaced by roars. The collision of martial arts wills stirred the life and death in the void.
After a while, the direction of the roar gradually dissipated. Ye Chen grabbed the two secret martial arts souls in his hands and put them into the Qiron Ring. The blood evil energy around him emerged and turned into a bone-chilling murderous aura.
Returning with the sword in hand, Ye Chen's body was still unstained with a drop of blood, and his clothes were as white as snow.
"Young Master Su, I will leave the funeral arrangements to you!" Ye Chen glanced at the densely packed corpses below, and said calmly, ignoring Young Master Su's resentful eyes.
Walking side by side, Ye Chen, Mu Chen, Qing Jue, Qian Chuanxue and others walked forward, away from the warriors of hell.
"Qing Jue, is the current Eight Cold Hell really controlled by the prince?" Ye Chen's first sentence was to ask about the situation of the Eight Cold Hell.
Hearing this, Qing Jue Jian frowned slightly and shook his head helplessly, saying: "That's true. Although I don't know why the prince can control the Eight Cold Hells, this is a fact!"
"I also met the Fire Emperor during that time and he said the same thing!" Qing Jue looked a little solemn. He had been wandering in hell for a year, and he naturally knew how terrifying strength was needed to control the Eight Cold Hells.
"The Fire Emperor of the Suzaku Clan, he is also in the Eight Cold Hell now!" Ye Chen squinted his eyes slightly, pondering for a moment and said: "Are the other disciples of the Sword God Sect also in the Eight Cold Hell?"
"This should not happen. For the past year, I have been searching for Sword God Sect disciples in the Eight Cold Hells, but I have not found any trace of Sword God Sect disciples!" Qing Jue shook his head.
"Fat Man, Han Jian and others should be in the other two hells!" Ye Chen was secretly relieved. Suddenly, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the void in the distance, where two terrifying pressures were surging.
"Terrible pressure!" Mu Chen also noticed the situation over there, and there was a slight change in his dead eyes: "The pressure of the second level of martial arts!"
"The most important thing is that this breath is that of an acquaintance. I didn't expect to meet him here!" Ye Chen said solemnly, and a figure as sharp as a sword appeared in his mind, "The proud son of the God of War!"
"Second level martial arts, is this his strength?" A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth. At that moment, his body movement reached its peak, he took a step forward and shot straight out.
Qing Jue and Qian Chuan Xue were just about to leave when Ye Chen's voice floated over: "Qing Jue, Qian Chuan Xue, you two can stay here!"
Whoosh! The human realm, the hell realm, the hungry ghost realm, and the heavenly realm are following behind Ye Chen, like shadows, inseparable.
Mu Chen stood up and followed behind Ye Chen without saying a word. In just a moment, the six figures disappeared into the tumbling energy of life and death.
Young Master Su noticed Ye Chen's departure, his eyes gleaming in thought, but he did not move, "Who is your lord, and why do you know so many martial arts warriors!"
Although he was confused, Master Su had no intention of pursuing the matter further. He turned around and urged Leng Feng and others to deal with the corpses.
The energy of life and death surged. Ye Bao held his back with one hand and held a sword in his right hand. As he took steps forward, the dignified look on his face became more and more intense. These two pressures were very strong, even as much as Lonely Bai's.
oppression.
"So much better than the Holy Son!" Ye Chen murmured, and his three strands of the Moon God's concentrated will converged in the Moon God's mark, like a volcano that could erupt at any time.
Thousands of miles away, its two terrifying pressures fell into the void like roaring waves, stirring up terrifying whirlpools of life and death.
The vortex of life and death is surging, and its thousands of figures are surging around, avoiding the terrifying whirlpool of life and death, for fear of accidentally stepping into the whirlpool of life and death and re-entering reincarnation.
These thousands of warriors came from the four hells and were distributed around. They all looked at the empty void with horrified expressions. In the void of thousands of feet, a tall figure was fighting with a dragon that was hundreds of feet long. The sky was dim and the earth was dark.
, the two qi of life and death were forced hundreds of feet away. The two extremely terrifying pressures came from these two figures, the bright sword light, and the dazzling fireworks filled the void.
Among the flashing figures, several elders of the Martial God Temple stood among them, with slightly solemn expressions, "This dragon of life and death is so powerful that it can make the proud man use his magical power and domain!"
With half-closed eyes, the Martial God Arrogant looked at the roaring dragon of life and death in front of him with an indifferent expression. The roar of the dragon of life and death stirred up the power of rules and regulations, rushing towards his face.
"Human, if you dare to disturb my peace, you will have to pay the price you deserve!" The roar surged. The intelligence of this dragon of life and death has long been no less than that of humans, and it uttered human voices.
"Beasts!" the pride yelled, his eyes becoming more and more fierce. A moment ago, he felt the breath of several elders of the martial arts realm. When he rushed here, he realized that these elders of the martial arts realm were seriously injured and were being killed by this life-and-death process.
The dragon is chasing after him.
If it hadn't been for the Arrogant Son's intervention, I'm afraid these elders of the Martial Temple would have perished long ago.
The warriors surging around here gathered because of the momentum. Most of the warriors had evil intentions and wanted to take advantage of the moment when both the life and death dragon and the proud man were hurting.
"He is actually a proud man!" Some warriors from the Martial God Continent also rushed over. When they caught a glimpse of the tall and upright figure, they said solemnly.
"Fresh vagina, I like the flesh on you more than those humans!" The roar of the dragon of life and death echoed, and there were roars in the void, and the incomparable power once again set off a wave of rules.
The wave of rules surged out wildly, and Jiaozi's eyes were still half-closed, ignoring the surging waves of rules. The power of rules was more terrifying than the wave of space.
A tyrannical will that dominates the world soars into the sky. As this unparalleled will surges out, the flames beside the proud man surge out, and the power of the rules is like rain, falling silently into the sea of fire.
dissipates.
In the realm of martial arts, the proud man rushes out with a sword. In the void within a radius of several hundred feet, he is the master, dominating everything.
At the same time, oppression no less than that of the proud people surged around the dragons of life and death, and a fight was staged again, with flames surging and dyeing half of the sky red.
Thousands of warriors stared intently at the surging wave and the two fighting figures. The dragon of life and death was too strong, but that warrior was even stronger. Who was that person? Why have they never been heard of in hell?
.
Only some of the warriors from Youzeng Hell showed signs of contemplation. Their strength was even more terrifying compared to the team.
The entire audience's attention was focused on the void, but they never noticed that six figures clearly emerged from the surging energy of life and death behind them.
His sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, Ye Chen looked at the two curled figures in the void with his eyes as if they were actual sword rays, and murmured: "The proud son of the God of War!"
"Second level of martial arts, very strong!" Mu Chen whispered. He evolved the emotional state of mind into magical power. Until now, the only emotional will has stepped into the martial arts realm. But when facing a proud man, he knew that defeating
No!
The six of them, Ye Chen, stood on the same spot, no longer moving forward, their gazes fixed. Ye Chen stared at the Martial God Arrogant, analyzing his strength, "With three strands of the Moon God's Will, I can suppress the top level martial artist! If
With the addition of four sword corpses, I can barely compete with a second-level martial arts warrior, but this person's strength is even more terrifying than an ordinary second-level martial arts warrior, and he is worthy of being the proud son of the God of Martial Arts!"
"Three strands of the Moon God's will!" Mu Chen's dead eyes flashed with excitement. He stared at the Moon God's mark between Ye Chen's eyebrows and muttered, "If I are added to the mix, can he kill this person?"
"It's difficult!" Although Ye Chen is arrogant, he is not arrogant yet. He can still see some of the facts, "Besides, this person may not stand opposite me!"