In the distance, there were bursts of fighting, and the sound of killing came and went.

In a moment, the Tianwu Sect suffered heavy losses, and the weird black balls that the Tianwu Sect monks relied on had long been exhausted, and at this moment, they were even starting hand-to-hand combat, they couldn't even hurt Lin Xiuwen, until now, Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang were even intact, except for being splashed with blood, of course.

Nearly half of the Heavenly Martial Sect monks fell under the swords of Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang, staining the mountains and forests red, as well as them.

For the Heavenly Martial Sect, such a loss was too painful. Originally, he wanted to kill Lin Xiuwen and the Horse Immortal King to establish a threat to the monks of the Quartet, thus forming a bloody deterrent force, so that the monks in the mountain range were afraid and did not dare to openly confront them.

The current losses have far exceeded the ability of the Tianwu Sect to bear, and nearly half of the Tianwu Sect monks have fallen, and they have brought a total of three or four hundred people, almost all of the elite disciples of the Tianwu Sect, but now, about two hundred Tianwu Sect monks have fallen to the Qi Tianshan Range, and no one can accept this result.

Especially since the culprit is still alive, how can they accept it?

"Kill, let's kill them and avenge the senior brothers!" The matter had long been out of the control of the leading middle-aged monk, and at this time, both sides were red-eyed, and someone from the Tianwu Sect Monk Sect suddenly said murderously.

"Kill!"

"Yes, we want revenge!"

At this moment, the Tianwu Sect cultivator finally had a little morale, and he felt a little like the enemy.

"Roar!"

The trees are shaking and the leaves are flying.

Lin Xiuwen roared, shaking Qingxia Peak, and the monks present all changed color and lost their minds for a short time.

What Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang wanted was for them to lose their minds for a short moment, even if it was just a moment, for them, they could already do a lot. They looked at each other and smiled, their eyes full of tacit understanding and then turned into indifference. The sword moved forward, and in a few jumps, it once again entered the crowd.

The sword was shining, and the bloody water was sprinkled into the sky.

"Puff Puff"

They shuttled through the crowd, dancing, a killing dance, and the beauty was monstrous.

In an instant, nearly 100 heads were rolling, and blood flowed all the way down the hillside.

However, Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang did not stop, they were still jumping and flipping, carrying out brutal killing.

After a few breaths, the last hundred heads rolled to the ground, and the blood stained the eyes of Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang, and even more so the eyes of the middle-aged monks led by the Tianwu Sect.

Farther away, in the mountains, the middle-aged monk at the head of the Heavenly Martial Sect had blood-red eyes, and he knelt on the ground, letting out a hysterical howl, like a fierce beast.

There are three or four hundred people, this is almost all the elite disciples of the entire Tianwu Sect, they are the backbone of the sect, and they are also the hope of the sect in the future. This team obeyed his orders, but on this Qingxia Mountain, the whole army was wiped out, and only themselves were left.

"Huh"

He grinned and grinned.

Tianwu Sect was defeated, completely defeated, defeated cleanly, defeated easily, defeated without the power to fight back.

He can't go back! The whole situation is destroyed, what can he do to the sect master? How dare he go back? How can he have the face to go back again? Even if he goes back, where will there be a place for him?

The middle-aged monk led by the Heavenly Martial Sect had bloodshot eyes, and he hated Lin Xiuwen and the Immortal King Ma to death.

He regretted it, he regretted provoking them, they were simply devils from hell.

But at this point, it is too late to regret it.

"I'm going to slaughter you with my own hands!" said the middle-aged man, gnashing his teeth.

A sword light flashed, and Lin Xiuwen muttered in a low voice, Then I will kill you first. A sword was slashed out, and the middle-aged monk had no time to react and was beheaded.

The Tianwu Sect was destroyed in a battle, causing a great shock to the monks on Qingxia Peak. On Qingxia Peak, human heads are rolling, blood flows like rivers, and the mountains are full of blood, exuding a terrible evil aura, just like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang stood on the top of Qingxia Peak, proud of the heroes, and everywhere their eyes passed, they all bowed their heads, even the Wumeng.

The next moment, a silver light burst out of the mountain, and a strong qi struck, and in this strong wind, it shot towards Lin Xiuwen.

"Sword Saint!"

"It's the sword saint Song Wuchen who is back! There's a good show to watch! When he comes back, he finds that everyone has been destroyed, and he is the only one left, tsk, it's so interesting!"

"He wants to kill King Lin Immortal and King Ma Immortal to avenge the others and get back the field and face of Tian'an Sect?"

In the mountains and forests, the sword saint Song Wuchen's breath was exposed, strong and terrifying, like a jumping streamer, shuttling and jumping all the way, he temporarily abandoned his opponent Wu Potian and came towards Lin Xiuwen Town!

Sword Saint Song Wuchen made a move on Lin Xiuwen!

Many monks were very jealous and fearful. Song Wuchen's falling sword qi was let go by Lin Xiuwen and fell in the mountains and forests, causing a roar. His sword aura is cold, Bai Mangsen is cold, and the silver glow is flowing, which makes people feel terrifying.

After a fierce battle with Wu Potian, Song Wuchen's fighting spirit was shocking, and his whole body was full of energy, and when he walked through the crowd, the other monks were restless, suppressed by his might, and did not dare to look at him, and the heart of survival and resistance.

"Sword Saint Song Wuchen...... It's really terrifying!" Someone muttered quietly, and they were terrified in the face of this figure.

"Whew"

The brilliant silver light flowed through, setting off a gust of wind, and his speed was very fast, shuttling through the crowd and the mountains, with killing intent, towards Lin Xiuwen.

As he had passed, many of the monks let out a long breath.

"Oh my God, it's horrible!"

"Whew, it freaks me out!"

Someone breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest and said.

Just getting too close to Song Wuchen, there was a feeling of facing a fierce beast, which was extremely terrifying.

In the exclamation of the monk, the sword saint Song Wuchen climbed the Qingxia Peak, and the silver light flowed, as if the primeval god king had descended to the world.

Lin Xiuwen looked at the comer, he hadn't seen him for a while, Song Wuchen had already broken through to the eighth layer of condensation, his aura was strong, and he was faintly able to pose a threat to himself, staring at him.

"Boom"

In a moment, Lin Xiuwen and Song Wuchen fought, both of them were invincible, and they burst out with light hum and swept each other.

Song Wuchen raised his Pu knife high, and the powerful spiritual power was poured into it, like a touch of silver light, slashing towards Lin Xiuwen, slashing out a brilliant white light, extremely terrifying!

"Ahh

There was a monk screaming, his eyes were bloody, and the brilliant sword light was too bright, like the scorching sun at noon, burning his eyes.

When the other monks saw this, they quickly covered their eyes from the sword light.

In the mountains, there are monks cheering and howling, and many rising stars regard the Four Great Kings as their target and idol.

When they saw their idol make a strong move, they were extremely excited and full of anticipation.

Lin Immortal King is indeed very strong, and he looks good, but after all, he has just appeared, and many people have heard his name for the first time, so naturally no one worships him.

At this moment, when Lin Xiuwen and Song Wuchen were competing, there were actually many young monks shouting "Sword Saint" to cheer him on.

Although many people didn't like Tianwu Sect, it didn't affect their support for Song Wuchen.

"The heavenly sword is shocking, except for the sword god and the martial god, I'm afraid no one can resist it!"

A young monk said. He looked at Song Wuchen with a feverish look in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't think that Lin Xiuwen was Song Wuchen's opponent.

There were also monks who showed regret and said regretfully: "Lin Immortal King is very strong, if he grows up, he may be able to become a top master, it's a pity, he ran into the Sword Saint, I'm afraid he will fall." ”

Lin Xiuwen's eyes were like water, watching the other party swing his knife and slash down, his heart was calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

The master has made a move, and the competition is the mentality.

"Boom!"

He drew his unknown metal longsword again, and the longsword drank enough blood, and seemed to be sharper and colder.

His eyes were as calm as autumn water, as clear as amber. In his eyes, there was only one person and one knife that fell towards him.

Song Wuchen is very strong, and the knife he slashes out with all his strength at this moment, with unparalleled might, it is obvious that he has the idea of killing with one sword.

A hint of anger flashed in Lin Xiuwen's eyes.

Sitting in a well and watching the sky, I don't know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people! Today, let me tell you that you should be low-key!

The strength of the Sword Saint shocked all the monks, and the incomparable power surged, and with one slash, the sword light was like a galaxy leaking down......

Domineering!

Lin Xiuwen jumped out with his sword, put the long sword horizontally in front of him, and touched Song Wuchen's Pu knife.

Seeing this scene, some unhappy Song Wuchen people scolded: ", this is a fool, how can he have a hard time with the Sword Saint, his brain is in water!"

No matter how sharp his sword is, it can be broken, but can it compare to Song Wuchen's Pu knife?

Everyone knows that Song Wuchen's simple knife is a treasure left by a Jindan ancestor in the early ancient times, and it is a treasure left by a strong man in the Jindan period. Its power can be imagined, and it will be earth-shattering.

Many people secretly said that it was a pity that such a powerful dark horse would fall like a comet.

There are also some who sympathize with this!

In the final analysis, finding the root cause is also that Tianwu Sect went too far, using a strange big killing weapon, not to mention killing a lot of strong people, and repeatedly targeting Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang, which forced Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang to fight back angrily.

In the final analysis, this is not the fault of Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang, but the contradiction that Tianwu Sect took the initiative to provoke.

It's coming, but it's still going to be killed by the Sword Saint. Many people were unhappy for Lin Xiuwen in their hearts, and felt that he was really wronged by his death.

"Hehe, it's really ridiculous, actually holding a broken sword and the Heavenly Sword of the Sword Saint to fight hard?

"The mantis arm is a car, how can the ants compete with the bright moon?

Many young monks who worshipped the sword saint Song Wuchen saw Lin Xiuwen fighting with the sword and the heavenly sword, and they were quite disdainful, and said angrily.

"Bell!"

The sword and the sword collided together, making a sonorous sound, emitting a dazzling light, shining on the entire mountain forest, making people dare not look directly and quickly bow their heads.

Everyone knew that it was the power of the Heavenly Sword, and it was extremely powerful.

It was a terrifying force that could destroy mountains and rivers.

"Lin Immortal King is not a human king after all, he is still less than a star and a half short of the Sword Saint, this gap is insurmountable!" a monk muttered quietly.

Some people couldn't help shaking their heads and sighed: "I can only say that he is unlucky, it's really unfortunate, he met the Sword Saint as soon as something happened, that is the Sword Saint, one of the four great human kings, the peak powerhouse who stands at the forefront of cultivation, this confrontation, the result has been doomed from the beginning, it is impossible for the Lin Immortal King to win!"

In everyone's hearts, it is believed that although Lin Xiuwen is also a strong man, he is never a human king, no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to reach the level of a human king.

Therefore, they believe that this battle can only be a one-sided situation, and the result is already doomed, Lin Xiuwen will definitely lose!

The dazzling light gradually disappeared, revealing the silhouettes of two figures in the mountains and forests, and people immediately noticed the silhouette with a bright silver light.

"It's so strong, the sword holy war is invincible!"

There were monks shouting and cheering. He felt that since the Sword Saint was still standing, it meant that the Sword Saint had won. His eyes were full of frenzy, and he looked at the figure with a touch of silver.

His cry aroused the echo of many young monks.

"What bullshit fairy king, what's the use of being strong, isn't it a knife that cuts a watermelon like a knife?"

"The Sword Saint is worthy of being a peak powerhouse, Lin Immortal King is extraordinarily strong, and he is not his one-in-one enemy, he is really too strong!"

Many of the monks looked excited, extremely excited and fanatical.

Some people also sighed, many people had expectations for Lin Xiuwen, regretting that he met the sword saint Song Wuchen so early.

The wind and sand disappeared, the light disappeared, and the battlefield was completely presented in the eyes of everyone.

Qingxia Peak, the silence of death!

The reality is so skinny that it stunned everyone.

"What's going on???? "A scream of disbelief woke people up and broke the dead silence between the mountain peaks.

The young monks who had just shouted the most were stunned with their mouths wide open at the moment, unable to believe the reality they saw.

"This can't be!" exclaimed.

At the top of Qingxia Peak, all eyes were on it at this time, and everyone stared at it intently, for fear of missing something.

People could clearly see that a long blood mark appeared on the sword saint's chest, and the left shoulder extended all the way to the waist, especially the waist, where the bone was deeply visible.

Song Wuchen was covered in blood, and it was obvious that he was injured!

By the way, knives, what about knives?

People tried hard to find the silver white with their eyes, and finally saw the Pu knife in Song Wuchen's hand, but at this time, only half of the blade was left, and the other half was lying quietly on the ground next to it.

Blood began to flow from his chest, staining his clothes red.

The white clothes were stained with blood, and Song Wuchen was expressionless, just looking at the man in green clothes opposite indifferently.

On the other hand, Lin Xiuwen was unharmed, standing in the mountains and forests, with blood dripping from the long sword in his hand, he was extremely calm and calm.

A monk was extremely shocked and excited: "What an eye-opener, Lin Immortal King is not only safe and sound, but also makes the Sword Saint suffer a big loss!"

Song Wuchen's face was complicated, his eyes were cold, and he secretly said that he was too careless this time, and this battle should not have been such a result.

He didn't look for the other party's flaws, nor did he use psychological skills, let alone knife techniques, he just wanted to directly wipe out the opponent with a knife, and he didn't expect that the opponent's sword could actually cut off the ancestral sword in his family.

His prestige was fought all the way through the actual combat and the battle all the way, and he could stand the test of actual combat, and he was confident that his combat power was almost conceited.

Not to mention his family heirloom knife, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is also a treasure left by a Jindan real person on his ancestor, which has been repeatedly verified over the years, and can cut gold and jade, and is indestructible. He couldn't believe how it could be inexplicably cut off by a gray broken sword.

And he himself suffered a big loss, and the blood was like an infusion.

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being too light on the enemy, sitting in the well and watching the sky, and underestimating the people of the world.

"Come again!"

Song Wuchen snorted coldly, and with the swing of the broken knife, he was about to kill Lin Xiuwen again.

After suffering a big loss, Song Wuchen naturally would not give up, even if he was injured and his combat power had decreased, he would have to fight again.

"Hurry, stop him, stop him, you must not let Wu Potian pick up the strange fruit!"

At this moment, some monks shouted in exclamation and anxious shouting.

Wu Potian quietly approached the mysterious green tree, and when he was discovered, he was already very close.

The mysterious little tree two and a half feet high, green and shining, filled with cyan mist, hung on its fingers a golden fruit the size of a bowl, at this moment, completely ripe, the last trace of greenness on the skin of the fruit gradually faded, the fruit was golden and bursting open.

Everyone was startled when they saw the fruit burst, and then saw a bunch of golden fruits like grapes revealed in the burst fruit, and then they were relieved, the fruit was brilliant, filled with golden mist, and exuded a burst of extremely rich and attractive fruit fragrance.

Song Wuchen slammed on the ground, twisted his body vigorously, or made a white rainbow, and quickly left, wanting to stop Wu Potian of the Wu Alliance, and even more to capture the strange fruit.

He had discovered that perhaps he was not invincible, and at the moment he was even more eager for great power.

Lin Xiuwen and Ma Xianwang glanced at each other, and when they saw the expression in Ma Xianwang's eyes, Lin Xiuwen nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Boom"

Song Wuchen and Wu Potian fought again, after a blow, Song Wuchen flew out upside down, and Wu Potian also retreated more than ten zhang, looking at the mysterious little tree not far away, he was full of desire, but at this moment he was blocked by life, and he was angry again.

Both of them were angry, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

"Born with a strange fruit, those who are destined to get it, whoever grabs it will be theirs!" said a monk who stirred up emotions in the crowd.

"Rob!"

A group of monks already coveted the strange fruit, but at this moment, they saw that the extremely peak masters were all entangled, and they couldn't get out. There were even more people who instigated their emotions, and at this moment they were screaming and rushing forward frantically with red eyes.

At the same time, many monks are constantly retreating, the strange fruit is indeed tempting, no one does not want it, only those who are self-aware can keep a cool head, there is only a string of strange fruits, only the strong are qualified to have them, those who roar and rush forward, can only become other people's cannon fodder, and cheapen others in vain.

In fact, many people are not here to snatch the fruits, they feel that they can always learn something from it if they can experience it for themselves, especially those who do not practice the exercises systematically.