Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 339 The Swirl Symbol
"disease!"

Sensing that the ghost cultivator was about to rush over, Song Qing no longer remained silent. He slapped the storage bag, took out the Shuiyou sword, pinched the sword formula in his hand, and let out a sharp drink.

"laugh!"

On the originally lifeless new grave, an incomparable spiritual power erupted suddenly, and the next moment, a faint blue sword light burst out suddenly.

"Badness! Die!"

Just when the Shuiyou sword shot out, Song Qing also jumped out with a "thump", pointed at the ghost cultivator with one hand, with blue light in his eyes, and let out a sharp shout.

The ghost cultivator had already used the will-o'-the-wisp, but before he could do it, this scene happened, he was already stunned, and after Song Qing said this, he was even more shocked and terrified.

"Senior, please forgive me! I don't know this is your dojo. I offended you just now. I have an ancient scroll that can help you achieve great success. I would like to dedicate it to you. I just ask you to let the little one go." .”

The ghost cultivator could naturally feel the mighty spiritual power in Song Qing's body, so he knelt down on the ground with a "plop" and begged Song Qing for mercy.

"Hey, you're still acquainted... Huh? Wait, something seems wrong, this is my dojo?"

Seeing that ghost cultivator knelt down and repeatedly begged for mercy, Song Qing couldn't help but smile a little more on his face, and stopped the thunderous tricks he was about to execute.

But just when he wanted to tell this ghost cultivator to leave, Song Qing suddenly frowned and muttered to himself.

"Yes, the little one didn't dare to come here to disturb the senior's practice. The little one is just a ghost. It was a coincidence that I got this soul refining scroll, so I set foot on the ghost path. I don't have much ability. I didn't see you practicing here. I didn't mean to offend just now!"

The ghost cultivator's skull pounded garlic vigorously in the ground, fearing that Song Qing would kill him, so he confessed all his background in one go.

After that ghost Xiu explained his background, Song Qing's face not only did not improve, but even became more gloomy.

"Damn it? You actually mistook me for a ghost cultivator. Although I do look like a ghost cultivator now, and because I have been here for a long time, my body is also stained with ghost aura, but don't you sense me? Are you angry? You are really angry!"

At this time, in Song Qing's heart, that hatred!
To be recognized as a ghost cultivator, this has never happened before!

"Shuiyou Jianguang, disease!"

The idea of ​​letting go of that ghost cultivator was also dispelled, Song Qing's face stern, pinched the sword formula, pointed at the ghost cultivator who was still kowtowing like garlic, and snarled.

"laugh!"

On the top of Song Qing's head, the Shuiyou sword suddenly released a blue light, and shook mysteriously, a ray of Shuiyou sword burst out, beheading and killing the ghost cultivator.

That ghost cultivator was only at the Qi Refining Realm, so even if it was just a ray of Shuiyou Jianguang, it was more than enough to deal with him.

The result was just as Song Qing expected, the ghost cultivator didn't even utter a scream, and was annihilated directly under the light of Shuiyou's sword.

Only the soul refining scroll in the hands of that ghost cultivator was spread out on the ground!
"Hmph! It's just a mere ghost's practice, it's still a fragment, it's like impressing the young master, it's a dream!"

Song Qing didn't even look at the remnants of soul refining that were spread out on the ground, and snorted coldly, then shook his clothes, the dust flew up immediately, and Song Qing was clean as new again.

With the secret luck of the internal exercises, the blood was stimulated to circulate. With the circulation of blood, Song Qing's face became more rosy in an instant, and he had already recovered.

"It should be better this time, no one will mistake me for a ghost cultivator."

It turned out that Song Qing was still entangled in the previous matter.

Afterwards, as soon as Song Qing pinched the sword formula, he carried the Shuiyou sword soaring into the sky and flew towards a certain direction.

"Didn't this place be populated before? Why is it so quiet now?"

However, not long after Song Qing flew out, he stopped and looked at the village-like place below, where Song Qing had passed by before when his mana was exhausted.

Although it was already night at that time, there was still smoke from the cooking stove, but now that the sun had risen, Song Qing didn't see a single figure.

"Go down and have a look."

In the end, still unable to bear the inexplicable emotion in his heart, Song Qing pressed the Shuiyou sword, and descended towards the village.

"It's been a long time since I came to this world."

On a long path in the village, Song Qing walked slowly, with a flash of memory in his eyes, and he muttered to himself.

"Why is there no one?"

As he walked in this village, Song Qing could not help but slowly wrinkled his brows. He has already walked through most of the village now, but he still hasn't seen a single figure.

"out."

At a certain moment, Song Qing suddenly stopped, pinched a formula in his hand, pointed it at the temple, and gave a low drink at the same time.

A huge spiritual consciousness suddenly gushed out from the center of Song Qing's eyebrows, covering the entire village in an instant.

"Unexpectedly, how is it possible?!"

Not long after releasing the spiritual consciousness, Song Qing's face suddenly revealed a look of astonishment, which was a little unbelievable.

Immediately withdrew the spiritual consciousness, Song Qing was no longer afraid of being exposed, directly opened the door of the family, and hurriedly walked towards the back room.

In the back room of this house, a man and a woman were lying on the bed, but they did not fall asleep peacefully and happily, instead, they all opened their mouths, stared wide-eyed, and showed fear on their faces.

"A black look on his face, he's been captured by a ghost cultivator."

Song Qing checked roughly, his eyes flashed brightly, his face was extremely gloomy, and he had already made a conclusion.

"Huh? This is..."

But just when Song Qing was about to look back, his pupils shrank suddenly, staring at a certain place tightly.

Regardless of the minimal clothes the two men and women were wearing, Song Qing stepped forward and swung the man's head. On the man's neck, a strange swirl symbol suddenly appeared.

"This imprint..."

After seeing the swirl symbol, Song Qing's pupils shrank even more, and a look of horror could not help but appear on his face.

Pushing aside the head of the woman next to her with one hand, staring closely at her neck, the same swirl symbol appeared in front of Song Qing's eyes.

"Not bad, it must be, it must be!"

Song Qing was almost crazy, stumbled all the way out of that room, and ran towards another house.

With a bang, Song Qing even forgot to use mana, kicked open the door and ran to the back room.

Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman who died on the bed, he directly opened the head of the deceased and looked closely at the neck of the deceased.

It's that weird swirl symbol again!
"It can't be wrong! It can't be wrong! It's the same as back then!"

At this moment, Song Qing was finally sure of something, and backed away in a daze, until he hit the table before stopping.

Not long after that, Song Qing's face suddenly became serious, and the aura on his body exploded, and he soared into the sky with the Shuiyou sword.

Standing awe-inspiring in the air, like a fairy, but at this moment the fairy is full of anger.

"Who is it? Who is it? Come out!"

Song Qing summoned the Qingguang Ziyan Sword, his eyes burst out with brilliance, he scanned his surroundings, and roared endlessly.

(End of this chapter)