Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

408 Slaughter
Song Qing seemed to be extremely arrogant just now, but in fact, he just irritated everyone.

After all, he also knew that if he really relied on himself to fight head-on, even if he could kill a few people, he would inevitably be exhausted to death by them in the end.

So just now Song Qing secretly spread his spirit sword around while pretending to cast a spell, and the people who saw the Dishamen really fell for it, and wanted to use their means to besiege him.

Song Qing also secretly changed the sword formula, used the opponent's offensive to cover up, changed positions to another place, and implemented other methods.

"Dragon Breath!"

After the successful transposition, Song Qing didn't hesitate at all, and directly summoned Qinglong from Duanmu Yaoer, pointed at Qinglong, and injected a huge mana into Qinglong.

"Ow!"

Qinglong's body suddenly burst into green light, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long moan, then opened his mouth wide at the person at the ground evil gate, and a stream of purple flames shot out suddenly.

"escape!"

After seeing this scene, many disciples of the Dishamen were shocked, but more seemed to have expected it, and immediately pinched the magic formula and fled to the side.

For Song Qing's sneak attack, the disciples of Dishamen were also on guard. After all, not long ago, they had witnessed the strangeness of Song Qing's crafty sword.

"Hmph! It seems that someone has already taken precautions against me, but this time the harvest is not small!"

Watching the Dishamen disciples fleeing in all directions, Song Qing's eyes flashed brightly, his face was gloomy and uncertain, but then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

It's just the blow just now, some were unexpected, or expected, but they didn't have time to escape, and half of them were killed or injured.

"Hmph! Sly Sword Song Qing, don't you only use such sneak attack tricks?"

Looking at the sea of ​​flames where they were, the disciples of Dishamen who escaped by chance were also terrified. They wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and roared at Song Qing, if they were a step later, they would also fall into the sea of ​​flames.

"Hehe, my own strength is low, and I also say that my means are low. Since ancient times, soldiers have never tire of deceit. In life-and-death duels, only the outcome of life and death is decided. How can there be any bright and despicable means? Otherwise, it is not right for you two major cultivation worlds to capture our Lingwu cultivation world. Victory is not martial arts!"

Seeing that the disciples of Dishamen actually wanted to use the aggressive method so that he no longer used the "transposition" sword formula, Song Qing's face turned cold, he couldn't help but sneered, and said sternly.

"you……"

Hearing what Song Qing said, the disciples of Dishamen were speechless. Since ancient times, there is no such thing as being reasonable or unreasonable!

Ignoring all the people in the Dishamen, Song Qing waved at Qinglong, and Qinglong suddenly turned into a purple sword with blue light, and quickly came to Song Qing.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples of Dishamen couldn't help being overjoyed. Without the dragon's breath of Qinglong, at least Song Qing's lethality has weakened a lot.

"Let's go, they don't have Qinglong, as long as we pay attention, there is no danger."

At that moment, the Shamen disciples shouted again, swarmed and attacked Song Qing again.

"Hmph! Ignorance! Could it be that the young master only knows green dragons? Langxie's magic art! Langya's body refining technique! Langya's sword control technique!"

Seeing that the people from Dishamen attacked again, Song Qing couldn't help but snorted coldly, said something disdainful, and then changed his fingers, pinched the seal continuously, and displayed a series of magic formulas.

A halo suddenly appeared behind Song Qing, and at the same time, there was a trace of blue light in his eyes. Whether it was physical strength, spiritual power, or the perception of sword tactics, they all had a significant improvement.

"transposition."

Just when the Dishamen disciples were about to attack, Song Qing's mind moved, and then he used the "replacement" sword formula, switching positions with a spirit sword.

The next moment, Song Qing stepped on the green wood sword and came behind a Disciple of Earth Shamen silently.

"Seven Waves of Purple Flame!"

The three-foot-long blue light purple flame sword in his hand trembled vaguely, and several flaws appeared in front of Song Qing's eyes. Before the Disciple of the Earth Shamen could react, Song Qing chopped several times.

Immediately, he cut open the mana protection of the disciple of the Earth Shamen, and in just a moment, he reaped a life.

That's right, what Song Qing used this time was his self-created Sword Jue Thousand Waves series, but although Song Qing is now a foundation-building monk, it is still not perfect.

It is precisely because of this that Song Qing rarely uses it when fighting against others, and it can be regarded as a hidden method of Song Qing.

"Unexpectedly! Be careful! He will also bully and fight!"

Seeing Song Qing silently appearing behind a person and beheading him in an instant, the others couldn't help being startled and hurriedly exclaimed.

"Can a word of 'be careful' be enough to prevent it?!"

With a flash of light in his eyes, Song Qing raised the corners of his mouth and thought to himself: "I have already performed the breath restraint technique, and non-Golden Core Patriarchs can't detect it. Don't you think that you are the Golden Core Patriarch?"

Thinking of this, Song Qing used the "transposition" sword formula again, and continued to harvest the heads of Dishamen.

Although the disciples of Dishamen spread their spiritual consciousness densely around them, they still couldn't detect the trace of Song Qing.

"We get together and form a circle."

Someone called out, and the remaining dozens of people from Dishamen gathered together, back to back, facing the outside.

"Brother Wuming, this is not acceptable. Even if we can kill them, all the disciples under the sect will perish."

On the other hand, Weisha and Wuming have seen the situation on Song Qing's side, but they can't get away now, and they can only watch and worry.

"...I'll crush that piece of jade talisman first, to see if there are no monks from our Wanku Cultivation Realm nearby, and let them come here to help."

Hearing Weisha's voice transmission, Wuming was silent for a while, then his old eyes flashed brightly, and he replied through the voice transmission, and then he slammed the storage bag and took out the white tiger's lightning attack. A jade talisman was crushed with a "crack".

Just after the jade talisman was crushed, streaks of aura burst out in all directions.

"That's just right, I'll use the dragon's breath again to kill you all!"

Song Qing didn't notice the small movements between Weisha and Wuming. He saw the disciples of Dishamen gathered together again, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a sneer.

"Blue Dragon!"

Afterwards, Song Qing once again pinched the final seal, and the blue light and purple flame sword suddenly shone brightly, and turned into a green dragon again, entrenched in front of Song Qing.

After seeing this scene, the hearts of the people in Dishamen tightened. They still vividly remembered the terrifying scene before. Now they are faced with this green dragon and dragon's breath again. What should they do?
(End of this chapter)