"Boy, our Qingtian Alliance is interested in the fruit in your hand. If you are wise, hand it over honestly, otherwise you may lose your life."
Behind Lin Bai, a dozen men and women with evil looks appeared at some point.
Although there are more than a dozen people in this group, their martial arts cultivation is not high. There are five at the fourth level of martial arts, seven at the third level of martial arts, and two at the second level of martial arts.
"Qingtian Alliance?" Lin Bai was confused.
Along the way, Lin Bai also met many people in the Qingling Mountains and heard about the Qingtian Alliance.
In the Qingling Mountains, there are two major alliances, one is the Demon Slayer Alliance and the other is the Qingtian Alliance.
These two alliances are specially formed for hunting monsters. If you join the alliance, you can get a lot of resources, such as where the Qingling Mountains are dangerous, where there are hordes of monsters, and where there are true martial arts level.
Monsters and beasts all know it.
If he knew this information, he wouldn't be like Lin Bai now, running around in the Qingling Mountains.
Originally, Lin Bai planned to find an alliance to join after obtaining the Pregnant Spirit Fruit, get the whereabouts of some high-level monsters, and hunt them.
In the Qingtian League, the leading man shouted to Lin Bai impatiently: "I asked you to bring the fruit. Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?"
Lin Bai's face turned cold, he took the three pregnancy spirit fruits into his arms and said, "If you want the fruits, come and get them yourself!"
The Pregnant Spirit Fruit was found by Lin Bai after going through a lot of hard work and wandering in the Qingling Mountains for more than half a month. He would not hand it over easily.
Lin Bai said coldly: "I advise you to leave now. I can forget about it. If you insist on dying, I don't mind giving you a ride!"
"Hahaha, this person must be mentally ill. You are only at the fourth level of martial arts, and we have five warriors at the fourth level of martial arts. What are you going to do to fight us?"
"You really laughed at us, and you actually want to kill us?"
"Brothers, since he is so ignorant of praise, let's let him see the power of our Qingtian Alliance!"
The warriors of the Qingtian Alliance, after laughing sarcastically, all walked towards Lin Bai with a joking look and a comfortable look on their faces.
From their point of view, in their own camp, there are five warriors at the fourth level of martial arts. Could it be that they cannot deal with even one warrior at the fourth level of martial arts?
This Lin Bai is already dead.
"Stubborn!" Lin Bai showed his spirit-slaying sword!
"kill!"
"Heihu takes out his heart!"
"Bull punch!"
"Autumn Wind Sword Technique!"
"Total Annihilation!"
"Shura Palm!"
…
These dozen warriors from the Qingtian Alliance rushed towards Lin Bai as if they were surrounding and killing a monster.
"Since you want to die, I will help you!"
"One sword spurts blood!"
The sword light, as fast as lightning, spread among the crowd.
"Ah! Ah~~"
"Spare my life!"
"Hero, spare your life!"
With one strike of his sword, Lin Bai instantly killed three fourth-level martial artists.
"Rivers of blood!"
A large piece of sword light fell down, and Lin Bai killed all the remaining warriors under his sword.
The Weeping Blood Sword Technique is, after all, a ninth-grade Huang-level martial art, and its power cannot be underestimated. Even the bald eagle just now, whose martial arts cultivation level was a level higher than that of Lin Bai, still died in Lin Bai's hands.
One can imagine how powerful this blood-weeping sword technique is.
And the swordsmanship, boxing skills, and palm skills performed by these Qingtian League warriors are basically Huang-level first-grade and Huang-level second-grade martial arts, which are not top-notch at all.
After Lin Bai killed the other warriors of the Qingtian Alliance, only the man who was the leader of the Qingtian Alliance was left. He was not dead, but only slightly injured.
The leading man looked around and saw that all the warriors from the alliance were there. He sneered: "Boy, do you know that you have already stepped into the Palace of Hell? In the Qingling Mountains, no one dares to hold the sky with us.
Alliance against each other!"
"I don't want to go against you at all. It's you who insist on coming to die!" Lin Bai said coldly.
"Looking for death? I don't think so. It's possible who will live and who will die between us. Even if these warriors die, then the spiritual fruit and sword on your body will belong to me alone."
Instead of feeling sad for these warriors, the leading man showed a ferocious smile.
Suddenly, Lin Bai had a hunch. Could it be that the leading man deliberately asked Lin Bai to kill these warriors?
"Hmph, Tianlong Fist!"
The leading man sneered, his muscles bulged, and a surge of uneasy power surged in his arms.
With a fierce punch, a high-pitched dragon roar swept sound waves from all directions, rolling towards him.
"Pfft——"
Unprepared, Lin Bai was punched in the chest by the leading man and flew backwards. He got up from the ground with his mouth full of blood.
"The martial arts of the seventh-grade yellow level are really powerful! You bastard, you can die under my trump card, you are enough to smile!" Lin Bai was hit with a punch, and the leading man did not hesitate at all.
He rushed forward once again, and the wind of his fist fell on Lin Bai like a drop from the sky.
"Tianlong Fist, second style, flying dragon in the sky!"
The leading man jumped into the sky, soaring into the sky, and then a punch from the sky was about to kill Lin Bai!
"go to hell!"
With such a fierce punch, the leading man was already sure that Lin Bai would die.
"The Weeping Blood Sword Technique, the third style, bloody storm!"
Bang!
The two collided, and the moment the huge force came into contact, an impact force shattered all the grass within ten meters.
"How is this possible!" Seeing Lin Bai receive his punch, the leading man was so frightened that he lost his mind, and then said in horror: "Your swordsmanship, your swordsmanship is at least the ninth grade of Huang level, otherwise
, how can you be the opponent of Tianlong Fist!"
"Do you have any last words? If not, then let's hit the road." Lin Bai looked fierce and rushed forward.
The leading man finally began to panic: "You dare to kill me! You really dare to kill me! I am a disciple of the Qingtian Alliance, and I am also a hall leader under the Qingtian Alliance. If you kill me, Qingtian
The alliance will definitely fight with you until death!"
"I advise you to hand over the fruit to me obediently, then destroy your Dantian and cut off your arms. Maybe I can ask the leader of the Qingtian Alliance to leave you a whole body!"
The leading man relied on the fact that he had the support of the Qingtian Alliance and that he was in an important position in the Qingtian Alliance. He was not afraid of Lin Bai at all. Instead, he spoke threateningly.
"Noisy!" Lin Bai said impatiently and thrust his sword straight at the man's throat.
The man hurriedly said: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, hero. I am the illegitimate son of the leader of Qingtian Alliance. As long as you don't kill me, I can ask my father to give you many treasures and many elixirs."
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Pfft——
Lin Bai Yijian was no longer interested in listening to this man's nonsense, so he decisively pierced his throat with his sword and ended his life.
"They should be warriors attracted by the bald eagle's screams."
"I don't know how many warriors have heard the screams of the bald eagle..."
"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time! Find a place to refine the pregnancy spirit fruit first."
Before Lin Bai left, he plundered all the valuable things from these warriors.
Then he left this mountain.
Not long after Lin Bai left, a group of masters from the Qingtian League rushed to the mountain. A middle-aged man with gray hair shed tears when he saw the leading man whose throat had just been pierced by Lin Bai's sword.
"Tian'er!"
The gray-haired middle-aged man shouted in pain.
At this time, a gentle scholar said in the ear of the middle-aged man: "Leader, I have checked. The other brothers were killed with a decisive sword just like... Lord Yang Tiantang!"
"This person should be a master of swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship he performs is of a high level, at least yellow-level seventh-grade martial arts or above!"
The gray-haired middle-aged man wiped the tears from his eyes and said angrily: "This kind of person is a master of swordsmanship and has martial arts of Huang level seven or above. There will not be more than ten such people in the Qingling Mountains!"
"Look for me, even if you dig three feet in the ground, you have to find him for me. I will cut him into pieces!"