Lilacs fluttered in the wind, and the fragrance also filled the sky, and a bright sword light dissipated.

After the sword light dissipated, the eye-catching blood light stained the pink and white petals red, and the blood fell down the tip of the flower.

Mu Chen picked up his sword, took out his sword, and the moment he collected his sword, his body was like a wild goose, floating away.

Several terrifying wills surged towards Mu Chen like a tide, and in the face of the impact of the five martial arts wills, Mu Chen's empty gaze was no longer wavering.

"Falling heroes are flying, flowers are falling all over the sky!" The falling sword weapon was raised again, and the surrounding diffuse sword qi once again conjured into lilac petals, and the petals rolled upside down, covering up the brilliant sword light.

The sword is a murder weapon, a weapon of murder! The peaceful sword also contains killing intent, but this fluttering petal conceals this killing intent.

The petals were flying, and the five warriors stood among the flying lilacs, and the martial will was permeated in them.

And at this moment, his surging martial will collapsed in vain, and at the same time, a dull sword light emerged.

This sword light continued to magnify in the eyes of a Eight Cold Hell martial artist, becoming clearer and clearer, but at this moment, this martial artist felt inexplicably sad.

This grief made people more uncomfortable than death, and in the end, the flying white hair drowned the warrior.

The sword slashed lightly across the warrior's neck, a head rose to the sky, a pillar of blood surged, and the dim soul appeared in the sky above the corpse, and its fluttering lilacs fell on it, and the dim soul trembled, and finally shattered and disappeared in the void.

The sword came out, and Mu Chen took a step back, like the fluttering lilac petals, swaying, and withdrawing dozens of feet away.

Collecting the sword, the sword weapon in Mu Chen's hand was stained with blood. It was only two or three breaths, and two of his martial arts realm martial artists died under this flower rain.

The flames around him were still rolling and hissing! The entire void fell into a death-like silence in vain, and more than sixty eyes converged on those two cold corpses, and the martial arts realm fell like this?

The wind blew the pungent smell of blood, and the two bodies slammed downward, shattering the ice and falling into the flames.

After only a few breaths, the two corpses were reduced to ashes and scattered in the flames. A gasp sounded, and the eyes of many hell martial artists looking at Mu Chen changed slightly: "The sword of this white-haired young man is too weird!"

Yanchen Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped out, and his terrifying will rolled out, shooting straight at Mu Chen, "It seems that I still underestimate you!"

"Everyone, let's do it!" Yanchen chuckled, and his long sword swung out, coldly pointing at Mu Chen and the others.

The previous scene of Mu Chen killing the Martial Dao Realm with two swords in a row also fell into Yanchen's eyes, although Yanchen's face was calm, there was also a big wave in his heart, no longer any nonsense, and he started to fight directly.

The deafening sound of cold cheers echoed in this heaven and earth, and the originally dead and silent void was filled with terrifying wills, more than thirty of them.

These more than thirty wills converged together to form a majestic momentum, and the majestic momentum hovered in the void, directly enveloping Mu Chen, Gongzi Su and others.

The void had faint spatial ripples, and sensing the changes in the void around him, Xiao Fatzi raised his sword eyebrows slightly, withdrew from Mu Chen's side, and whispered: "The void is imprisoned by the general trend!"

More than thirty warriors stepped out, and as their steps fell, the real people as vast as the sea surged wildly, and the sword qi was surging in the void like a torrent.

The majestic trend is coming, and the faces of Mu Chen and Xiao Fatzi have changed.

"How can only six Martial Dao Realms withstand the attack of more than thirty Martial Dao Realms!" Yanchen sneered and rushed forward, "Let's deal with you fat man who has just stepped into the Martial Dao Realm first!"

Dozens of zhang of sword qi bubbled out, condensing into a sword pillar that reached the sky, and when the smoke and dust stepped down, its figure appeared strangely in the sky above the void.

The chill was pervasive, and with the swing of the sword weapon, the huge sword pillar followed closely behind, and it burst into front of Xiao Fatzi's eyes.

Locked by the will of more than 30 strands, Xiao Fatzi seemed to be in a swamp, struggling.

"More than thirty wills!" the corners of Xiao Fatzi's mouth twitched slightly, these guys couldn't help but look up to me too much.

Puff! Xiao Fatzi's own martial arts will poured out, and then a silver moon phantom appeared behind him, the will of the three generations of moon gods.

The two completely different wills fused together, Xiao Fat Man let out a low breath, his body took a step back, and at the same time, the Proud World Sword provoked, and shot out from the bottom up, meeting the falling sword pillar.

Bang bang! The vast sword qi poured out like a tide, and the brilliant sword light and the sword pillar were entangled.

The space collapsed between the two, and one after another pitch-black spatial cracks emerged, and these pitch-black spatial cracks were like hideous devils.

The killing intent in his heart skyrocketed, and Yanchen didn't expect that the ordinary-looking fat man in front of him was actually the same as Ye Chen's guy, and he was able to use multiple martial arts wills.

"Two wills, but you're much worse than that guy!" Smoke and Dust sneered, his body swept over the broken sword pillar, he didn't believe that this little fat man could resist his next sword.

The figure of smoke and dust swept out like a ghost, shooting directly at Xiao Fatzi.

Using two wills, although the coercion around Xiao Fatzi was somewhat relieved, his body was still affected, and he couldn't avoid the sword light that shot from him at all.

Xiao Fatzi raised his sword to block the swept sword light, bang!

The sword body of the Proud World Sword just blocked the sword light, and the sparks splashed everywhere.

The fierce sword wind blew on Xiao Fatman's face, and between the long hair, a figure continued to enlarge in Xiao Fatman's pupils.

"That's right, the second sword!" Yanchen sneered, the piercing killing intent circulated in his eyes, and at the same time, Yanchen's right hand moved slightly, and the sword weapon shrank, and then swung out again, slashing it open.

The will flowed, and the aura of heaven and earth condensed, forming a crescent-shaped sword wave, which shot out.

Xiao Fatzi's pupils shrank, his right foot took a step backwards in vain, the void collapsed below, and his figure immediately fell backwards.

The left hand and finger were the sword, and Xiao Fatzi's sword finger fluttered lightly, and shouted: "Broken!"

The two wills suppressed the void, and as the sword fingers fell, the void immediately collapsed, and the turbulence surged, drowning the crescent sword wave.

In the sea of fire, the figures of Xiao Fatzi and Yanchen flickered like ghosts, the sword qi surged like a torrent, and their brilliant sword light appeared through the sky.

Every contact will erupt into an earth-shattering sound, and terrifying energy surges between the two, one sword, two swords, three swords, and even dozens of swords, although the smoke and dust suppressed Xiao Fatzi's attack, but it was not defeated for a long time, or even killed!

The heavens and the earth shook, Mu Chen's sword frowned slightly, and he came out with his sword, trying to join forces with Xiao Fatzi to repel the smoke and dust.

However, Mu Chen had just taken a step when more than thirty terrifying martial arts wills swept over him like a torrent and smashed down on him.

Mu Chen's body retreated a few steps backwards, and a trace of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, but his gaze was still extremely empty and unwavering.

The astringent taste spread in his mouth, and Mu Chen stepped out again, his ordinary sword weapon shot out, bringing a rain of flowers floating in the sky, and at the same time, his voice echoed: "Fatty, I will leave the aftermath, you leave first!"

The voice is flat, but it is full of thousands of people, and I am alone.

The thin figure, the flying white clothes, and a bland sword light shook more than thirty martial arts wills with just one momentum.

The lilacs fluttering in the sky rolled upside down and shot at the more than 30 warriors who stepped into the air.

Seeing this, most of the martial artists shook their heads, in the face of the siege of more than thirty martial arts realms, this person's face did not change, and he took the initiative to attack, just this courage is enough to make people admire, but admiration is admiration, for the enemy, they never show mercy.

The five warriors standing in the first place drew their swords one after another, and their fierce sword momentum converged into a sword net to cut off Mu Chen's way, and their offensive was even more leaky, and the sword stabbed at Mu Chen's vital point.

Holding the flower as a sword, Mu Chen's sword finger caught the petals that were transformed by the will, and when he waved his left hand, a petal shot out, bringing out the petals in the sky.

Mu Chen stood in place, his sword weapon stopped in mid-air, the sword was moving, every petal was under his control, although there were thousands of petals, they were flying around his body in an orderly manner, and the weak petals resisted the fierce sword light again and again.

Looking at this scene, many hell warriors all had strange expressions on their faces, what kind of magical power is this, so weird.

With his eyes slightly closed, Mu Chen's will melted into this fluttering petal, and the flowers fell and flew all over the sky, more and more, seemingly endless.

In just an instant, the petals filled the void within a radius of hundreds of zhang, and the void became a sea of petals.

"Divine power burial flowers!" Mu Chen groaned, standing in the world of flowers, its fluttering petals falling one after another.

The sword qi and will surrounded the petals, and the petals shot down from the sky, and the spatial turbulence that surged from it was directly annihilated, and these turbulences could not stop the petals from falling, and so did its terrifying will.

At the end of the sky, where is the incense hill? The petals that came from the sky covered the vision of the five martial arts realm martial artists, and the five of them only felt a burst of flower fragrance coming, and the sword net formed by this fierce sword momentum was shattered and buried in this sea of petals.

As soon as the sword net broke, Mu Chen's figure stepped forward again, and a sword came west.

The sword weapon oozing with cold light was buried in the falling petals, and similarly, Mu Chen's figure was also buried in it.

A feeling of uneasiness surged into the hearts of the five martial arts realms