As Lin Xiuwen expected, the fruit on the mysterious little tree ripened, causing hundreds of monks to fight bloodily.

Qingxia Peak is completely in chaos!

Not far from the mysterious little tree, Song Wuchen and Wu Potian were red-eyed, showing no mercy to each other, and their moves were fatal. Although he was injured, under the fight for his life at this moment, Song Wuchen barely fought evenly with Wu Potian.

The two sides come and go, and the fight is in full swing, and it is difficult to separate. Each of them was a little embarrassed and had injuries on their bodies.

The place where they fought happened to be the only way to get close to the mysterious little tree.

Many of the monks were so anxious that they rushed past them and snatched the golden fruit from the mysterious tree.

However, they knew that they were no match for those two, and they were eager to try, but they did not dare to make a move.

They didn't move, Lin Xiuwen moved, and he strode towards the place where the two were fighting.

All the monks present knew in their hearts that Lin Xiuwen was going to compete for the bunch of golden grape-like fruits.

Lin Xiuwen's actions were undoubtedly a great stimulus to everyone, making them hot-headed and irrational.

The monks left behind in the mountains could no longer hold back their restless heartbeats.

Wu Potian and Song Wuchen fought more and more intensely, the movement became bigger and bigger, and both sides obviously played a real fire, a picture of endless death, which made them unable to distinguish between the secret tree and the strange fruit.

Even, even if you have a psychological meeting, you must not get out immediately.

This is an opportunity, a great opportunity, for monks who want to compete for the Exotic Fruit!

When the opportunity comes, to choose or not to choose? The answer is given in advance when they stay.

"Fight!"

They can't hold it anymore, the opportunity is fleeting, and once they miss it, there will never be it again. They even thought that as long as they swallowed the fruit, they would be able to become the fifth human king and become the most pinnacle powerhouse in Yongzhou at present.

At that time, who will they fear?

"Whoosh!"

A group of monks rushed forward in disregard.

"Ahh

Before he got close to the secret tree, there were people screaming continuously, and Lin Xiuwen once again understood the cruelty of the cultivation realm. As the monks rushed forward, they attacked each other, assassinating them, and there were also people who laughed, and the next moment they could laugh and stab their swords into their companions...... This kind of method is unguardable, and it often leads to hatred because of it.

In a short period of time, Lin Xiuwen saw that several monks were killed by their companions by similar means, and their dead bodies were thrown away and abandoned in the wilderness.

In a short period of time, half of the thousands of monks died in the internal fighting in the blink of an eye on the way to the mountain, their heads were rolling, blood was flowing like rivers, and corpses were everywhere in the mountains......

This scene vividly taught Lin Xiuwen another lesson, the more honest the person, the faster he will die on the road of cultivation, and everything needs to be long-minded.

You can't have the heart to hurt others, and you can't have the heart to defend people.

Otherwise, I'd rather be a mortal in peace than cultivate the truth, because it is too cruel for honest people who don't know how to be flexible.

Lin Xiuwen shook his head and glanced at it, and in the crowd, everyone was red-eyed and wary of each other.

This is, the brigade of the Martial Alliance has finally arrived, and they want to come to harvest the fruits, and the other monks have a common crisis and rivals.

The two groups of men and horses fought together, and Qingxia Peak was in chaos.

There were bursts of killing, and rivers of blood flowed.

The rich smell of blood and bright red blood stimulated the nerves of every monk, and the most primitive beast nature was completely released, without fear, without fear, without friend or foe, and fighting arbitrarily in chaos.

On the mountain road, corpses continued to roll down, and blood continued to flow down.

All this has nothing to do with Lin Xiuwen, no one dares to approach him within dozens of zhang.

He looked not far away, and the battle between Song Wuchen and Wu Potian was even more intense.

Song Wuchen had already put away the broken knife, his fist was gusting, whirring, and he blasted towards Wu Potian, his breath was strong, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Wu Potian's eyes were red, staring at Song Wuchen deadly, waving a pair of iron fists, tiger and tiger.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, and a loud bang resounded through the mountains. Immediately afterward, the two of them spurted blood and flew upside down.

Around the two of them, ancient trees were scattered, rocks were shattered, and the huge energy leaked out by the two of them wiped out everything around them. The fist wind roared, the rocks flew, the dead branches and leaves fluttered all over the sky, the battle situation was terrifying, a monk fled into their battle circle, and in an instant the muscles and bones were broken by their unintentional beating, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, and he died on the spot.

Song Wuchen was covered in blood, very tragic, showing his fierceness more and more, his fists were whistling, the tiger was vigorous, and he shot at the gallop, as fast as a cheetah, with strong killing intent in a static and moving movement, and the power was amazing, and the evil spirit was shocking.

He was dressed in bloody clothes and hunting, his momentum was shocking, and his strength was unmatched.

"Click"

Wu Potian dodged his attack, and Song Wuchen's fist landed on the huge mountain rock, and cracks suddenly appeared.

The bigger Wu Potian became, the more calm he became, without a trace of fear, his bronzed muscles were revealed with the tearing of his clothes, and his fists roared, with a strong wind, competing with Song Wuchen.

Song Wuchen and Wu Potian collided repeatedly, and every collision was accompanied by a bang, like thunder.

A few of the monks were so strong that they were about to rush to the mysterious tree.

"Hmph"

Song Wuchen snorted coldly, and threw a punch, colliding with Wu Potian's fist again, roaring with a strong rebound force. Then with this rebounding force, he turned around to get rid of Wu Potian's entanglement, and went straight to the mysterious little tree.

It's coming too fast!

Like a blood-colored lightning bolt, he flew through a few jumps before landing near the mysterious tree. He threw his fists at the monks, causing them to bleed and fly upside down.

An ordinary Qi Condensing Cultivator, in front of a top-level powerhouse like him, was weak and vulnerable!

There are only a few strong people who can compete with him, such as Wu Potian.

said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Wu Potian chased after him all the way, and in a few jumps, he landed in front of Song Wuchen. After landing, he was extremely arrogant, and directly swung his fist and blasted towards Song Wuchen.

Song Wuchen also waved his iron fist, and he greeted him.

Song Wuchen fought Wu Potian, the two were merciless, killing moves frequently, fierce battles, and endless fighting.

Lin Xiuwen was not far from the two of them, his eyes were always staring at these two people, and at this moment, his eyes were cold, and he was about to make a move.

Wu Potian's fist and Song Wuchen's fist bombarded together again.

This is Lin Xiuwen's eyes narrowed violently, and he said in his heart, the opportunity has come!

Seeing the opportunity, Lin Xiuwen made a decisive move, and the long sword in his hand was instantly thrown by him with all his strength, and at the same time, he chased after the long sword.

The roar sounded again, and a huge wave of air and a backlash threw the two out of the air again.

The sound of breaking the air behind him came, Song Wuchen's face changed drastically, and he turned his head to look, shocked.

"Poof!"

In his shocked expression, Lin Xiuwen's long sword pierced into his body and thrust straight in, revealing a half-inch sword tip in his chest. The next moment, Lin Xiuwen arrived, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, twisted it violently, and then swung it violently.

"Poof!"

The long sword cut out from Song Wuchen's body, bringing out the blood and water in the sky, and spilling it into the sky.

"Bang!"

Song Wuchen was lying on his back, lifted by Lin Xiuwen's sword, and then detached from the sword, and was smashed to the ground, blood surging wildly, he stared at his eyes, and he couldn't breathe......

Song Wuchen, one of the four great kings of Yongzhou, was killed!

Wu Potian looked at this scene in a daze, his eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't believe that Song Wuchen, the sword saint who was also one of the four great kings with him, was killed like this.

The moment Song Wuchen's corpse landed, a touch of white instantly jumped over Lin Xiuwen and Wu Potian, passed by the mysterious tree, and disappeared again in an instant.

Wu Potian wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Lin Xiuwen......