Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 352 Battle of Heyang (3)

Holding a sword formula in his hand, when he received the sword glow from the top of his head and shot towards him, the corners of Song Qing's mouth slightly curled up, he sneered, and then suddenly shouted: "Change positions!"

Suddenly, a blue light radiated from Song Qing's body, and in a roll, Song Qing's figure disappeared immediately, and appeared several feet away in the next moment.

And at Song Qing's original position, after the blue light subsided, a faint blue spirit sword appeared, which was indeed the Shuiyou Sword.

As early as when the Qingguang Ziyan sword was used, Song Qing released the Shuiyou sword, just to prevent the scene just now.

"Unexpectedly! Switch positions with my own spirit sword!"

Seeing this strange scene, the five members of the Purple Sword Sect were all startled. They had never heard of someone being able to exchange positions with their own spirit sword, and they saw it with their own eyes today.

However, it is at the cost of life!

"Opportunity! Ziyan, disease!"

After exchanging positions with Shuiyoujian, Song Qing didn't pay attention to the situation of Shuiyoujian. Instead, his eyes burst out with brilliance, his hands quickly pinched the seal, pointed at the Qingguang Ziyan sword, and sternly shouted .

"laugh!"

In the air, the blue light purple flame sword suddenly trembled obscurely, with the tip of the sword pointing down, streams of purple flames sprayed out again, turning into five strands, attacking the five people in the purple sword gate.

"do not want!"

After seeing this scene, the pupils of the five members of Zijianmen were all dilated, and their eyes were full of purple flames, but now their mana was poured into the spirit sword.

And the spirit sword is also on the offensive, and cannot be summoned back, so facing Song Qing's offensive that was the same as before, they screamed, but they were powerless.

"When fighting with people, victory or defeat is in an instant!"

After this battle, Song Qing had a little more insight.

Seeing that the five members of Zijianmen had been reduced to ashes, Song Qing had a thought and took back the Shuiyou sword. After thinking for a while, he waved his sleeves and rolled up the five-handed spirit sword. Income in the storage bag.

After doing all this, Song Qing looked to other places, and the immortal army below had already begun to attack the city. However, although Heyang Town is not protected by a large formation, it is not so easy to capture.

Outside Heyang Town, the small towers were full of people, bows and crossbows were drawn, and spells burst out, blocking the immortal army of Wankubiluo.

And in Heyang Town, spiritual cannons were set up one after another, ruthlessly attacking the immortal army of Wankubiluo, and at the same time, bursts of pitch-black arrow rain burst out.

For a while, Wanku Biluo suffered heavy casualties, but apart from occupying a few small towers, there was no major achievement.

For these, Song Qing just took a look, then retracted his gaze, and turned to look around. Compared with the good form below, the battle between the foundation-building monks was evenly divided.

After all, compared to Wanku Biluo, the monks in the Lingwu cultivation world do not have an advantage in number. If it weren't for the rich material in the Lingwu cultivation world, the monks in the Lingwu cultivation world would not only have slightly higher cultivation bases, but even The magic weapon used is of a slightly higher rank.

Well, you don't even have the qualifications to be evenly divided now!

"The situation here doesn't seem very optimistic! The battle must be resolved quickly, or we will be the ones who lose in the end."

Song Qing's vision is so sharp, even though he is now on equal terms with Wanku Biluo, but he understands that if he continues to procrastinate like this, his side will undoubtedly lose.

Although the monks on my own side are superior to Wanku Biluo's side in terms of cultivation base and magic weapons, but Wanku Biluo wins in numbers.

The magic power of one person may not be more than that of the monks who comprehend the cultivation world, but if the magic power of two people is added together, the monks of the Lingwu cultivation world will definitely be incomparable.

When your magic power is exhausted, hey, even if you have the best means, why don't you let others slaughter you?
"It's time for the ancestor of the golden core to take action... Huh? Where's the ancestor of the golden core?"

After reading the current situation, Song Qing's eyes flashed brightly, and he thought to himself, while looking in the direction of Heyang Town, he couldn't help being taken aback.

On the majestic city wall of Heyang Town, apart from a group of qi refining monks busy back and forth, there was no sign of the ancestor of Jindan.

"Where did the ancestors of Jindan go?"

Song Qing was startled, and said to himself, his eyes quickly searched among the crowd, and found that Qi Yubai was still fighting the enemy, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"It shouldn't be that he ran away. If he did, Qi Yubai would definitely be taken away by them."

It turns out... Song Qing was actually worried that the Jindan Patriarch would run away... Is it possible? !

"boom!"

Just when Song Qing was thinking wildly, an incomparable power suddenly struck, Song Qing lost his balance and almost fell off the green wood sword.

"what happened?"

Song Qing couldn't help trembling in his heart, he knew that the power he got just now wasn't directed at himself, otherwise he had nine lives, and Dao disappeared.

Song Qing calmed down, looked around, and found that not only was he alone, but also other people around him, whether it was from Wan Ku Bi Luo's side or his own.

Obviously the power just now was not issued by them!
"Over there!"

At a certain moment, Song Qing seemed to think of something, trembled, and quickly raised his head to look up.

I saw in the sky above the monks who established the foundation, a series of majestic lights dazzled, their spiritual power agitated, heaven-reaching formulas, and powerful magic weapons collided and intertwined with each other.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist is really very upbeat. On this battlefield, you even peeked at the fighting skills between the Jindan Patriarchs. What's the matter? Do you want to learn something from it?"

Just when Song Qing looked up to the sky, a sneer came from not far away, which surprised Song Qing, and said secretly:

"The one above is the fight between the ancestors of Jindan, I don't complain, I didn't find them before."

Thinking so in his heart, Song Qing also looked away, following the sneer just now.

With a bright light in his eyes, Song Qing sneered and said, "Luo Dongbin, I didn't expect you to come to die in such a hurry!"

That's right, Song Qing also recognized this person, it was Luo Dongbin from Dishamen, who had entangled Song Qing for a long time when he was in the shadow zone.

"Song Qing, now that my blood seal has been repaired, I must kill you to repay my humiliation that day."

At this time, Luo Dongbin had found out the details of Song Qing through many means, and he had the blood seal in his hand, so naturally he would no longer be afraid of Song Qing.

And now it's just the opposite of what it was before, Luo Dongbin wants to kill him quickly, in order to repay the humiliation of his cowardice.

"Hehe, is that right? Based on that little seal, I let you go for many reasons at the beginning, but now it's on the battlefield, and your family's Jindan Patriarch will not come to rescue you again."

With a flash of light in his eyes, Song Qing pointed to the small blood-red seal in front of Luo Dongbin, and said with a smile, as if he was talking to a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

(End of this chapter)