Soon, the two figures continued to rush, collided fiercely, turned into two long rainbows, and shot towards Qingxia Mountain.

The silver light was shining, and in an instant, it turned into a figure with a knife, standing proudly.

"Sword Saint Song Wuchen!"

In the mountains, many people knew this person, and some people couldn't help but shout his name, and they were extremely excited and excited.

Lin Xiuwen glanced at it, and the person who came was a young male monk, burly and straight, dressed in white, and the Pu knife in his hand was launched in the sun, emitting bursts of coldness. He had short hair, looked very lean, looked plump and handsome, his eyes were full of indifference, his expression was cold, and he looked extremely detached. The cultivation had reached the seventh level of condensation, and he was the highest cultivation cultivator he had seen so far.

"Bang Bang Bang"

It was as if someone was striking the ground with a heavy hammer, and it was as if an ancient god and demon had descended and shook the earth.

The sound was like muffled thunder, resounding through the mountains.

The dust was rolling, and a person walked slowly, raising dust all the way.

Closer, and his figure was visible in the smoke. His face is not handsome, mediocre, but his momentum is amazing, like an ancient god and demon, silent, but with terrifying and terrifying power.

He was dressed in a black linen dress, which was very ordinary and loose, revealing bulging muscles, making people feel extremely strong and muscular!

Just by looking at it, it is convincing that he must be an extremely powerful and terrifying powerhouse.

He is the same as the sword saint Song Wuchen, he also has short and sturdy hair, his bronzed skin exudes a lustrous luster, and his whole body exudes a strong masculinity, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes are bright.

Lin Xiuwen nodded secretly, this person is the same as Song Wuchen, his cultivation is in the seventh layer of condensing qi, the two of them have similar breaths, and their strength should be about the same, and they should be between the two of them. The difference was that this man had no weapon in his hand.

"It is worthy of the martial god Wu Potian, and even the way he appears is so shocking!"

There are also many people who know Wu Potian, and some people are surprised at this moment.

The four kings, two of them!

"When the Martial God arrives, he will inevitably have a duel with the Sword Saint, and a peak duel will begin!"

Someone spoke in surprise, full of anticipation.

"Wu Potian, go over there!"

Sure enough, among the crowds of the Tianwu Sect, Song Wuchen suddenly spoke, and at the same time, he walked towards a mountain range next to him.

Wu Potian raised his head and said to Song Wuchen, as if the two had an agreement, he slowly turned around and walked to the mountain peak next to him step by step.

Both are gathering momentum, and they are on the verge of attacking.

"Boom"

The mountain peak next to it, a relatively flat mountain forest, Song Wuchen and Wu Potian fought, and the battle of the pinnacle began!

In the mountains and forests, the trees are destroyed, the leaves are flying, the sand is flying, and the smoke and dust are monstrous.

The two were too fast, and in the blink of an eye, they clashed several times, like thunder breaking through the air, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Bang!" the two kept bumping.

Wu Potian roared with a pair of iron fists, and Song Wuchen and Pu Dao were cold and shining brightly.

Burst!

The cold light flashed, as bright as a galaxy, reflecting a dazzling light in the mountains and forests, slashing towards Wu Potian.

Countless people were shocked, shocked by the terrifying combat power of the sword saint Song Wuchen, and the Pu knife was out, who would fight?

Wu Potian stood opposite, silent, his eyes were like torches, he looked at Song Wuchen who was swinging his knife, his face was unwavering, calm and calm.

The next moment, he waved a pair of iron fists and rushed to kill, wanting to strike Song Wuchen.

......

In the Qingxia Mountains, the fruit is about to ripen.

A middle-aged man from the Tianwu Sect waved his hand vigorously and ordered, "Do it!"

With the order of the middle-aged man of the Tianwu Sect, the disciples of the Tianwu Sect all went out in unison, and they all pressed towards the different trees, which were in a good position and generous, so that they could snatch the fruits.

People were surprised to find that these days the disciples of the Martial Sect were holding a kind of swarthy ball in their hands, which made people instinctively a little jealous.

The faces of the people in the mountains were ugly, the Tianwu Sect came prepared, and the disciples of the Tianwu Sect carried unknown things, which were very likely to have extremely terrifying and terrifying lethality.

"Immortal King Ma, let's be careful!"

On the mountain, Lin Xiuwen was a little worried, and reminded the Immortal King Ma solemnly. He was very worried, the Tianwu Sect naturally came prepared, and the disciples of the Tianwu Sect would never be all fools, that pile of useless iron balls, he faintly guessed that those black and faint spheres were very likely to be a powerful terrifying killing weapon.

His heart throbbed for a while, sensing an inexplicable sense of crisis, and a thick aura of danger lingered in his heart.

The Immortal King saw the worried look in Lin Xiuwen's eyes, and the meaning in his eyes was inexplicable between the hoods, and his face was covered by a large hood, and he couldn't see his expression.

"The fruit can only belong to our Tianwu Sect, and those who disobey us will be killed!"

In the mountains, the middle-aged monk led by the Tianwu Sect had a cold face, and his eyes were cold, full of coldness. He waved his hand again and gave an order to the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect!

Whew

In an instant, the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect pinched the black weird ball in their hands and threw it down the mountain with people everywhere. The weird ball whistled in the wind and landed on the top of the mountain where Lin Xiuwen was standing, densely packed, there were dozens or hundreds of them, all of which fell on this mountain.

Obviously, he and the Horse Immortal King showed more strength before, and they were treated differently at the moment.

Lin Xiuwen's keen ability to predict crises allowed him to seize the opportunity, he moved in advance, and came to a place next to him without a black weird ball.

The Immortal King of the Horse was furious, ran like thunder, followed behind Lin Xiuwen, and hid on the side of the mountain.

It's all happening in a flash of light.

The disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect did not let Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang go because they had changed positions, but chased them and threw black weird balls.

Wherever they went, the strange black balls were thrown at them, leaving no beasts behind, indifferent.

"Tianwu Sect, today, I have written down you!" Lin Xiuwen's eyes were full of anger, and he was extremely angry.

Suddenly, a dazzling and terrifying light suddenly shone from Qingxia Peak.

"Boom!"

Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang jumped into the cliff and fell from the mountain, the sound of the wind whistling in their ears, and finally, they hung on the cliff wall.

Qingxia Mountain, after the dazzling terrifying light appeared, a huge roar shook Qingxia Peak, pierced the golden cracked stone, shocked the earth, and soared into the sky.

A black mushroom cloud rose from Qingxia Mountain, and a huge explosion caused Qingxia Peak to shake and the mountains and rocks to collapse.

The scalp of the living monk is numb, the Tianwu Sect has an amazing background, the strength is terrifying, and even this terrifying weapon can be held in large quantities, in Yongzhou Territory, who can slightly sharpen it?

The huge mushroom cloud lingered, and after rising into the higher sky, the smoke and dust of Qingxia Peak decreased a little, revealing the Qingxia Peak after the explosion.

On Qingxia Peak, except for the large area where the monks of the Tianwu Sect stayed, in other places, the heat wave was rolling and surging. Patches of ancient trees were shattered by the blast of air, burning in the flames and turning to ashes. Most of the mountain peaks were completely collapsed, and the mountain rock melted, and the earth was scorched.

This kind of scene is extremely terrifying, and it is extremely terrifying, countless people are horrified, setting off monstrous waves, and their scalps are numb.

Even the mountains could be blown away, bare, and turned into a charred wasteland.

Who else can compete with that?

Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang climbed the mountain peak, and when they saw this scene, they were extremely shocked in their hearts, and they were even more glad that they hid quickly, otherwise they would have turned into ashes in the billowing smoke and dust.

He was even more amazed in his heart, no Dao system should be underestimated. Even in the ancient era when the Dao system had just withered, the ten thousand laws were lost, and the Dao system was lonely, a Tianwu Sect that came out of nowhere actually had such a terrifying and terrifying weapon in batches. It was hard for him to imagine that he hadn't been exposed to it before.

In the ancient times, the Taoist sect was hidden in the world, silently, and many cultivators thought that they had completely declined and disappeared from everyone.

A whole era has passed, they have never appeared, as if they have completely declined in this world, and have been extinct ever since, who would have thought that at the critical moment, they actually recovered, came so fast, so terrible, so terrifying.

Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang rushed into the area where the Tianwu Sect cultivator was, and disappeared in the mountains and forests, getting out of each other's sight.

"Today, we kill all people, killing until other people's heads are rolling, and blood is flowing like a river!" Lin Xiuwen's eyes were full of killing intent, the more terrifying the Tianwu Sect was, the more they wanted to kill.

They were killed so that their heads were boiling and their blood was flowing;

Kill them until they feel distressed, kill until their hearts ache;

Kill them until they are afraid, and kill them until they are afraid;

Kill them until they are disheartened, kill them until they collapse;

Kill them until they fall into the dust, and then they will be wiped out in ashes.

In this way, they can fight for the space of survival, fight for the hope of survival, and be able to live!

Lin Xiuwen's understanding of the cruel reality of the cultivation realm was refreshed from this moment, and he finally understood that in order for himself to be able to live well, he must let all enemies remain silent underground forever and die forever.

"Xiao Xiao"

Almost landed, the Horse Immortal King was also completely angry, he let out a low roar, and a pair of eyes looked at the monks of the Heavenly Martial Sect, staring deadly.