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Chapter 304 Soul Eater Old Demon

Chapter 304 Soul Eater Old Demon
After Song Qing heard this, a trace of guilt appeared on his face, and he was about to explain.

At this time, Wei Ziming suddenly exploded, and slapped out his palm as fast as thunder, and the surging palm force hit Song Qing's face.

With such a close distance, there was no time to dodge, just when he thought Song Qing was going to die.

A near-transparent water curtain air cover quietly emerged, and the surging energy was swallowed up by the air cover like a mud cow entering the sea.

After Song Qing condensed his martial soul, his spirit was subtle, and Wei Ziming's condensed true energy was clearly observed by him, so how could he be attacked!

Wei Ziming's complexion changed drastically, he knew something was wrong, and was about to retreat, but suddenly a sword like water invaded his sea of ​​consciousness.His eyes suddenly changed, turning into a wide river.The river was rushing, and he struggled hard, but found that the true energy in his body disappeared without a trace. Instead, he drank a few sips of water, and immediately knew that he had been led into the illusion of sword intent by the opponent.He hastened to gather his mind and run the visualization method, trying to gather his spiritual power to break free from the illusion.

At this time, a big wave hit, Wei Ziming choked a few more times, and passed out completely.

After Song Qing condensed the martial soul, his spiritual power transformed into a more condensed soul power, and the power of the sword illusion was greatly increased. Even if Wei Ziming knew it was an illusion, he still couldn't get rid of it.Even, if you die by choking on water in the illusion, the real world will show some death by choking on water!
A few minutes later, he woke up and found that he was still in the side hall, but all the innate energy in his body had been sealed, his expression changed drastically, he was silent for a moment, and then sneered: "Do you think you have won?"

Song Qing said indifferently, "I'll wait for what you can do later!"

A moment later, a disciple came to report in a hurry, glanced at the two heads, and finally looked at Song Qing, clasped his fists and said: "Master, something is wrong, people from Nether Palace have attacked up the mountain."

Song Qing has been in charge of the Qinghe Sword Sect for more than ten years, and his majesty has been 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.Hearing the news, his complexion changed slightly, and he said: "Order the disciples to retreat to the mountain gate!"

"Yes!"

After the disciple finished speaking, he left quickly.

At this time, Song Qing said in a deep voice: "For the sake of being the master, do you really have the heart to sacrifice so many Qinghe disciples?"

Wei Ziming said calmly: "As long as I become the head and revitalize the sect, these sacrifices are 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 are mainly the seven innate elders including Guo Chongzhen.

And more than 100 men in black with steel knives surrounded the Qinghe Sword Sect in a semicircle.These people are the elite members of the Cangzhou branch, and the lowest level of cultivation are warriors with profound internal strength. There are also dozens of warrior-level masters, and seven innate masters.

The leader was a man in black wearing a black grimace mask. His aura was like an abyss, unfathomable. Even Guo Chongzhen was no match for him. In less than two moves, he was hit by a palm on his chest, leaving a black palm print. 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 parted ways. Song Qing put his sword on Wei Ziming's neck, walked slowly, and said coldly, "Back off, or I will kill him!"

The ghost masked man smiled and said: "You kill it, I, Nether Palace, don't care about this kind of waste!"

Wei Ziming's face turned pale immediately, obviously he was wrong, Nether Palace didn't want to use him to secretly control Qinghe Sword Sect, but wanted to use his hands to get rid of the hidden danger of Song Qing.Now that his action failed, it was naturally worthless. Even if Song Qing didn't kill him, Nether Palace would not keep him alive.

Song Qing swept away Wei Ziming, and said coldly, "Press him down!"

The two disciples took away the ashen-faced Great Elder Wei Ziming.

Immediately, Song Qing looked at the man in the grimace mask, and a sharp sword intent suddenly condensed, and the aura of heaven and earth around him quickly condensed, forming droplets the size of raindrops.

This is the basic ability of a strong Wu Zong, controlling the aura of heaven and earth!Although the half-step Wuzong has not yet condensed the true essence, he already has the ability to control the spiritual energy of the world.Immediately, these raindrops flew towards the men in black like bullets!

More than 100 men in black immediately became alert!
The man in the grimace mask chuckled, and the black energy all over his body exploded, quickly permeated, and turned into a black curtain covering the sky to block them.

Hundreds of raindrops shot in, among which there was both reality and reality. Most of the raindrops were just appearances and were quickly swallowed by the black curtain, causing slight black ripples. Only a small number of raindrops condensed Song Qing's wisp of sword intent, instantly piercing through the black curtain, shooting To those men in black.

Thirty unlucky men in black didn't have time to react. They were hit on the head by raindrops, and their heads burst like watermelons, blood splattered and brains splattered everywhere.

At the level of Wu Zong, they are all attacking in a large area. No matter how many warriors and warriors there are, it is meaningless!
With a thought, the man in the grimace mask turned into black air and shrank into his body. He let out a strange smile: "It really deserves to be Qinghe's first sword, and it's worth the old man's shot!"

Song Qing drew his sword out of its sheath. It was a blue long sword named Qinghe Sword. It was the saber of the founder of the Qinghe Sword Sect.

He stared at the masked man with a grimace, and the long sword in his hand had a cyan light that soared, and his figure flashed, like a meteor chasing the moon, he slashed towards him instantly with the bright cyan light!

The man with the grimace mask untied the black iron rod around his waist. This unattractive, curved black iron rod instantly shone with black light, and it came in a flash, holding the magic weapon Qinghejian.

With a bang, the green and black aura surged!
The two retreated at the same time, staring at each other!

Song Qing said in a deep voice: "Sanghun stick, you are a soul-eating old man!"

This soul-eating old devil is a master of the evil Taoist list a hundred years ago. He has practiced a "Soul-Eating Evil Art", which can swallow the essence, blood and soul of killing masters. Blood and soul, extremely fierce reputation!Moreover, the mourning stick was a bit bent, shaped like a poisonous snake, and there was only one such strange-shaped iron stick magic weapon, 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 senior expert, but they didn't expect that he not only survived, but also broke through half a step of Wuzong!

The man with the grimace mask laughed long, took off the mask, and revealed the face of an old man with a childlike face and white hair, and said: "I never thought that the old man would quit the Jianghu world for a year, and someone still remembers me. I'm really happy!"

Song Qing's heart sank when he saw this person's face. According to his seniority, this person should be more than 160 years old. Although his beard and hair are white, his face is like a child's. One can imagine the purity of his skills!

……

At this time, at the foot of Qingming Mountain, the stairs at the entrance of the mountain gate.

Dozens of men in black guarded the way down the mountain.

Suddenly, a young man in white rushed over, his figure was like a ghost, dragging a long phantom, and he climbed the mountain at high speed. With just a light touch, the men in black who were guarding the steps flew out one after another, but their internal organs were gone before they landed. They were all broken and turned into corpses!
(End of this chapter)

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