The first thousand three hundred and thirty-three chapters only the power of love
The petals falling down stood still in mid-air, with a layer of frost covering them.
The phantom of the huge clock plate hovered behind the old man, and endless pressure spread.
The moment Mu Chen stepped into the old man's world of martial arts, a ripple began to ripple, and then a huge wave set off.
"White clothes and white hair, Weiqing Muchen!" The old man smiled slightly and raised his sword finger again, "Let me see the unique artistic conception of Weiqing today. Don't let me down."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, his sword finger fell into the dead void like lightning.
The undulating space waves immediately stopped at this moment, creaking, the shadow of the huge clock plate revolved again, and the rules of heaven and earth trembled slightly.
Thousands of feet of sky and earth were enveloped in a wave of fluctuations, and Mu Chen's expression remained unchanged. Although under this wave of waves, his body seemed to have lost consciousness, and even the transformation of his thoughts became extremely slow.
"The rules of time, eternal stillness!" Mu Chen murmured, his eyes suddenly closed.
A wave of fluctuation also spread out from Mu Chen's body, click!
The frost originally attached to the petals broke apart, and the petals fell down again.
"How is that possible?" The old man's eyes suddenly changed, and the falling petals fell on his heart like a heavy hammer.
The world of martial arts is filled with countless time rules. There are several types of changes in time rules, and stillness is only one of them.
In the old man's world of martial arts, as long as he wants to be still, everything must be still.
However, the falling petals in front of him broke the stillness. The old man looked into the distance, his eyes closed tightly, and the sadness in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"Time stands still, but my heart is gone a long time ago. It was still at that time!" The muttering came out of Mu Chen's mouth and blended into the world with the wind.
"Wu Xin?" The old man raised his sword eyebrows suddenly, and then his eyes widened.
"There is no heartbeat, there is no heartbeat in his body!" The old man did not expect that there are people in the world who are still alive without a heart.
"You shouldn't be here, and you shouldn't disturb the peace here!" Mu Chen opened his eyes, but his eyes were still so blank.
Looking at such a look, the old man's heart began to beat faster and faster. The evil artistic conception of the real mother could actually touch my soul through my martial arts world.
"Weird artistic conception!" The old man's eyes were cold in vain. He raised his finger again. Although the realm of emotional conception is strong, it is just a realm after all. One finger that integrates into the realm and implements the rules is enough to break it.
Wow! Endless petals are falling. Where are the fragrant hills at the end of the sky? Only flowers are buried, and this world is buried.
The falling petals turned into a flash of sword light, and Mu Chen's figure appeared strangely.
Hiss! The old man took a breath, what a weird sword strike. Then the old man sneered again. This kid actually dared to confront someone head-on. The sword finger suddenly clicked down and landed on the sword light.
However, when this finger fell, the old man felt something was wrong.
The old man's eyes narrowed. The sword light in front of him suddenly turned into a piece of petals again. The petals could not withstand the power of the sword finger and broke into pieces.
"Bury the flowers, bury the ground, bury the sky!" A muttering voice floated in the sky and the earth, and endless petals fell down.
Crack! The petals fell on the shadow of the clock plate, and cracks suddenly appeared on the huge shadow of the clock plate. [--*You]
But at this moment, the petals suddenly started to circle towards the old man, and the dense petals covered the sky and the sun.
Looking at this scene in the sky, the six martial arts warriors who had fallen to the ground all had horrified expressions on their faces, "It turns out that Sir Mu Chen's strength is so terrifying."
"Zhuzi is seeking death!" A roar roared, and a ray of blood spilled out from the sea of flowers.
Bang bang! A terrifying pressure erupted, and all the falling petals turned into fragments.
The residual power was still spreading, setting off a monstrous spatial wave. A figure in white stepped out faster than the turbulent flow. It was Mu Chen.
An eye-catching drop of blood appeared on the tip of the sword. Mu Chen's eyes were still so empty, quietly looking at the figure in the sea of flowers.
A ferocious sword mark spanned the old man's entire face, and blood surged wildly, which was shocking to look at.
"It's a good field of sentimental artistic conception, and it actually tore up my rules of time!"
"In thousands of years, you are the first person to be able to hurt me with your realm."
"Despicable people, first of all, I would like to congratulate you for successfully arousing the murderous intention in my heart. It has been a long time since I wanted to kill someone so much." Blood fell into the old man's eyes, and his eyes were stained with a layer of blood mist.
"Whoever steps into my world of martial arts cannot leave without my permission." The old man's eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring straight at Mu Chen who was retreating. Suddenly, the undulating space waves became dead again, and there was endless silence.
Time rules emerged in the sky and the earth within thousands of feet. These time rules once again gathered into strange clock dials, ticking.
With an expression as indifferent as water, Mu Chen suddenly stopped when he was about to touch the phantom of the clock dial. He stood on several petals, and a terrifying pressure came from the phantom of the clock dial.
Whoosh! A huge tearing force appeared in the void. The soldiers standing on the pavilion of the Sword Palace were pulled into the void by this tearing force. A strange scene appeared. The faces of these warriors immediately became older, and finally turned into a
A pile of bones.
In just a few breaths, thousands of warriors turned into bones. The strange scene shocked the hearts of everyone present. What kind of method was this?
"Although the stasis of the rules of time is terrifying, what is more terrifying than the stasis is the loss. The loss of time can take away all life!"
"Supernatural power of the flowing moon!" the old man roared out, taking a step forward gently, and the phantoms of the clock disks in the sky began to revolve, affecting the rules of time.
The rules were like a flood, locking Mu Chen and running straight away.
Mu Chen flipped his right hand, and the iron sword in his hand immediately swung out, striking hard on the torrent of rules.
At the same time, endless petals fell down, and a sea of flowers formed at Mu Chen's feet.
"Under the years, the flowers all over the sky will wither." Feeling the power contained in Mu Chen's sword, the old man was slightly surprised, and then sneered, and the sword finger clicked down again, and the rules of time that rolled over the sky and earth swept Mu Chen.
Chen and the sea of flowers cover it up.
Thousands of clock dials were surrounded by phantoms, and they kept creaking.
The delicate petals withered immediately, and the pressure around Muchen increased dramatically.
His eyes were still so calm, Mu Chen took a step forward, and struck out with his sword lightly again, burying the flower!
A power that made the world sad emerged from the tip of the sword, and the space in front of him was distorted, which made the rules of time stagnate in vain.
"I will not suffer losses from the same sword style one after another, break!" The old man pointed his sword, and the rules were like a rainbow, and it hit the sword light hard.
Bang, clang! An explosion sounded like gold and iron clashing, and Mu Chen took several steps backwards.
The old man smiled solemnly, and the rules on his sword finger were flowing, and then he clicked on the void again: "The show really begins now, time is the king, dominate the passing years, stand still, and the passing moon!"
As the old man finished speaking, the phantoms of the clock disks gathered together to form a huge phantom of the clock disk covering thousands of feet of sky and earth, covering the sky and the sun, and the sky and the earth dimmed in vain.
An oppressive aura filled the air. At the same time, the old man pointed his sword, and the surging rules of time formed chains and penetrated them. The target was directed at Mu Chen's vital points. Once locked, there was no way to get rid of it.
Feeling that his body was locked, Mu Chen's eyebrows furrowed in a rare way. If he retreated further, he would reach the courtyard. He could not retreat.
The iron sword in his hand quickly swung out, bringing up petals all over the sky, forming a series of defenses that appeared in front of Mu Chen.
Chains rolled out from the sky and fell on the petals, making clanging sounds.
The terrifying situation came one after another, and Mu Chen's body was knocked back, thumping, and he stepped straight into the courtyard. Wherever he stepped, the ground was covered with cracks.
Looking at Mu Chen who was retreating steadily, a trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes. He still overestimated this kid. As the chains formed by the rules of time danced, Mu Chen retreated again, just when his back was about to hit the tombstone.
, Mu Chen's figure suddenly stopped.
In the past, I couldn't protect the young lady, but today, can't I also make the young lady peaceful?
"No!" Mu Chen yelled up to the sky, his martial arts field surged at this moment, Mu Chen's eyes also turned blood red, and the general trend in the sky was brought down by him and penetrated into his body.
"If the martial arts realm cannot protect the young lady, then the martial arts world will be the only one!" Sadness slowly filled Mu Chen's eyes, and the sword in his hand began to scream sadly.