After hearing this, Song Qing had a look of guilt on his face and was about to explain.
At this moment, Wei Ziming suddenly burst out and struck out with a palm as fast as thunder, striking Song Qing's face with surging palm force.
At such a close distance, there was no time to dodge, just when he thought Song Qing was dead.
A nearly transparent water curtain emerged quietly, and the surging energy was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was swallowed up by this air shield.
After Song Qing condensed his martial soul, his spirit became subtle. Wei Ziming secretly condensed his true energy and was clearly observed by him, so how could he be attacked by surprise!
Wei Ziming's expression changed drastically, and he knew something was wrong. He was about to retreat, but suddenly a water-like sword intent invaded his sea of consciousness. His eyes suddenly changed and turned into a wide river. The river was very fast, and he struggled hard, only to find that
The true energy in his body disappeared without a trace. Instead, he took a few sips of water and suddenly knew that he had been led into the illusion of sword intent. He quickly calmed down and used his visualization method to gather the power of his spirit to escape from the illusion.
At this time, a big wave hit, and Wei Ziming choked a few more times before completely fainting.
After Song Qing condensed his martial soul, his mental power transformed into a more condensed soul power, and the power of the sword illusion was greatly increased. Even though Wei Zi knew it was an illusion, he still couldn't get rid of it. Even if he choked and died in the illusion, the real world would be gone.
It will show some signs of death from choking on water!
A few minutes later, he woke up and found that he was still in the side hall, but all the innate innocence in his body had been sealed. His expression suddenly changed drastically, he was silent for a moment, and then sneered: "Do you think you won?"
Song Qing said calmly: "If you have any backup plans, I'll wait for them!"
A moment later, a disciple hurriedly came to report, glanced at the two masters, and finally looked at Song Qing, cupping his fists and saying: "Master, something serious has happened. The people from Netherworld Palace are attacking up the mountain."
Song Qing has been in charge of the Qinghe Sword Sect for more than ten years, and his majesty is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Now he has broken through the half-step Wuzong realm and is the actual leader of the Qinghe Sword Sect. After hearing the news, his expression changed slightly and he said: "Instruct the disciples to retreat to the mountain gate!"
"yes!"
After the disciple finished speaking, he quickly left.
At this time, Song Qing said in a deep voice: "For the sake of the position of leader, do you really have the heart to sacrifice so many Qinghe disciples?"
Wei Ziming said calmly: "As long as I become the leader and revitalize the sect, these sacrifices will be worth it!"
…
A moment later, in front of the main hall of the mountain gate.
More than a hundred elite disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect gathered in front of the main hall, each holding a long sword and looking alert. These people were mainly Guo Chongzhen and other seven innate elders.
More than a hundred men in black holding steel swords formed a semicircle and surrounded the people of the Qinghe Sword Sect. These people were the elite troops of the Cangzhou branch, and the ones with the lowest level of cultivation were all warriors with profound internal strength, and there were dozens more
Warrior-level masters, and seven innate masters.
The leader was a man in black wearing a black mask with a ghost face. His energy was like an abyss, unfathomable. Even Guo Chongzhen was no match for him. In less than two moves, he received a palm strike on his chest, leaving a black palm mark. The injury was
Not shallow.
At this time, the two sides are in a confrontation, and a bloody battle may break out at any time.
After a while, the disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect separated a path. Song Qing put his sword on Wei Ziming's neck, walked slowly over, and said coldly: "Back off, or I will kill him!"
The man in the ghost mask smiled and said: "Kill him, I, the Netherworld Palace, will not care about this kind of trash!"
Wei Ziming suddenly turned pale. Apparently he had thought wrong. The Netherworld Palace did not want to use him to secretly control the Qinghe Sword Sect, but wanted to use his hand to get rid of the hidden danger of Song Qing. Now that his action failed, there is naturally no more
Value, even if Song Qing did not kill him, Netherworld Palace would not spare his life.
Song Qing swept Wei Ziming away and said coldly: "Press him down!"
Two disciples took away the ashen-faced Great Elder Wei Ziming.
Immediately, Song Qing looked at the masked man with a ghostly face, and a fierce sword intent suddenly condensed, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth quickly condensed, forming water droplets the size of raindrops.
This is the basic ability of a strong martial artist, to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! Although the half-step martial artist has not yet condensed his true energy, he already has the ability to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Immediately, these raindrops were like bullets, flying towards the men in black.
And out!
More than a hundred men in black were immediately on alert!
However, the man in the mask with a ghostly face chuckled lightly, and the black energy all over his body surged, quickly spreading, turning into a black curtain that covered the sky and blocked them in front of them.
Hundreds of raindrops came, both real and false. Most of the raindrops were just fake and were quickly swallowed up by the black curtain, causing slight black ripples. Only a small number of raindrops condensed a wisp of Song Qing's sword intent, which instantly penetrated the black curtain and shot
To those men in black.
The thirty or so unlucky men in black had no time to react and were hit on the head by raindrops. Their heads suddenly exploded like watermelons, with blood splattering and brains flying everywhere.
When you reach the Wuzong level, you can attack in a large area at will. No matter how many warriors or warriors there are, it is meaningless!
With a thought, the man in the mask with the grimace turned the black sky into black energy and shrank into his body, letting out a burst of weird laughter: "It is indeed the best sword in Qinghe, and it is worthy of me to take action!"
Song Qing drew his sword out of its scabbard. It was a long green sword named Qinghe Sword. It was the sword of the founder of the Qinghe Sword Sect. It had been refined for many years and became a low-grade magic weapon of excellent quality!
He stared at the masked man with a ghostly face, and the green sword light in his hand surged. He flashed, like a shooting star chasing the moon, and struck with the bright green sword light in an instant!
The man in the mask with a ghostly face took off the black iron rod from his waist. This unattractive and curved black iron rod suddenly glowed brightly, and came in a flash, holding the Qinghe Sword, a magic weapon.
There was a bang, and the green and black spiritual light surged!
The two of them retreated at the same time, staring at each other!
Song Qing said in a deep voice: "Soul-destroying stick, you are the old soul-eating old man!"
This soul-eating old devil is a master of the evil Taoist list a decade ago. He has practiced a "soul-eating evil skill" that can swallow the essence, blood and soul of the master. The magic weapon soul-killing rod in his hand can also swallow the living essence
Blood and soul, it has a very evil reputation! Moreover, this soul-destroying rod is somewhat curved and looks like a poisonous snake. It is the only iron rod magic weapon with such a strange shape, so he recognized it instantly!
It’s just that this person has disappeared for many years. Many people thought that this old devil had been eliminated by a certain senior master, but they did not expect that not only did he survive, but he also broke through half a step of martial arts!
The man in the mask with a ghostly face laughed loudly, took off the mask, and revealed the face of an old man with childish face and black hair, saying: "I didn't expect that even though I have been out of the world for a while, there are still people who remember me. I'm really happy!"
When Song Qing saw this man's face, his heart suddenly sank. Calculated by seniority, this man must be more than 160 years old. Although his beard and hair are all white, his face is as pure as a child's. You can imagine his pure skills!
…
At this time, at the foot of Qingming Mountain, there are stairs at the entrance of the mountain gate.
Dozens of men in black stood guard at five steps and guarded the road down the mountain.
Suddenly, a young man in white came quickly, his figure was like a ghost, dragging a long phantom, climbing the mountain quickly. With just a light touch, the men in black who were guarding each step flew out one after another, but their internal organs were all broken before they landed.