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At this time, Wei Ziming suddenly burst out, and slapped out a 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 dead.

An almost transparent water curtain air cover quietly emerged, and the surging energy was like a mud cow entering the sea, swallowed up by the trickle of this air cover.

After Song Qing condensed the martial spirit, his spirit was subtle, and Wei Ziming's secret condensation of true qi was clearly observed by him, how could he be sneak attacked!

Wei Ziming's complexion changed drastically, he knew that something was wrong, and he was about to retreat, but suddenly a sword intent like water invaded his sea of knowledge. His eyes suddenly changed into a wide river. The river was very fast, and he struggled hard, but found that the true qi in his body had disappeared without a trace, and instead he took a few mouthfuls of water, and immediately knew that he had been introduced into the sword intent illusion by the other party. He hurriedly concentrated his mind and ran the visualization method, trying to gather spiritual power to break free from the illusion.

At this time, a big wave hit, Wei Ziming choked a few more mouthfuls, and completely fainted.

After Song Qing condensed the martial soul, his spiritual power transformed into a more condensed soul power, and the power of the sword intent illusion increased greatly, even if Wei Ziming knew that it was an illusion, he still couldn't get rid of it. Even, if you choke on water in the fantasy world, the real world will also show some choking death!

A few minutes later, he woke up and found that he was still in the side hall, but all the innate true qi 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 indifferently: "If you have any backhand, I'll wait!"

After a while, a disciple hurriedly came to report, glanced at the two heads, and finally looked at Song Qing, hugged his fists and said: "Master, the big thing is not good, the people of the Netherworld Palace have attacked 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, and now he has broken through the realm of the half-step martial sect and is the de facto ruler of the Qinghe Sword Sect. When he heard the news, his face changed slightly, and he said, "Tell 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 a head of the family, you really can't bear to sacrifice so many Qinghe disciples?"

Wei Ziming said indifferently: "As long as I become the head of the sect and revitalize the sect, these sacrifices are worth it!"

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A moment later, in front of the main hall of the mountain gate.

More than 100 elite disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect gathered in front of the main hall, each holding a long sword with a wary expression. These people are mainly Guo Chongzhen and other Seven Innate Elders.

And more than a hundred black-clothed men armed with steel knives surrounded the people of the Qinghe Sword Sect in a semicircle. These people are the elite people of the Cangzhou Branch, and the lowest cultivation level are all martial artists with profound internal strength, as well as dozens of warrior-level masters, as well as seven innate masters.

The leader is a man in black wearing a black grimace mask, his whole body is like an abyss, unfathomable, even Guo Chongzhen is not an opponent, in less than two moves, he received a palm on his chest, leaving a black palm print, and the injury is not shallow.

At this time, the two sides are in a standoff, and a bloody battle may break out at any time.

After a while, the disciples of the Qinghe Sword Sect parted a road, and Song Qing waved his sword on Wei Ziming's neck, walked slowly, and said coldly: "Stand down, otherwise I will kill him!"

The ghost-faced masked man smiled: "Kill it, this kind of waste, my Netherworld Palace won't care!"

Wei Ziming's face turned pale suddenly, obviously he was wrong, the Netherworld Palace didn't want to use him to secretly control the Qinghe Sword Sect at all, but wanted to borrow his hand to get rid of the hidden danger of Song Qing. Now that his action has failed, he is naturally worthless, even if Song Qing does not kill him, the Netherworld Palace will not spare his life.

Song Qing swept Wei Ziming and said coldly: "Suppress him!"

The two disciples took away the Great Elder Wei Ziming, whose face was like ashes.

Immediately, Song Qing looked at the grimace masked man, and a fierce sword intent suddenly condensed, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura quickly condensed, forming droplets of water the size of raindrops.

This is the basic ability of the Martial Sect's powerhouse, controlling the aura of heaven and earth! Although the half-step Martial Sect has not yet condensed the true element, it already has the ability to control the aura of heaven and earth. Immediately, these raindrops flew out like bullets towards those men in black!

More than 100 people in black were immediately on guard!

The Grimace Mask Man chuckled, and the black qi all over his body swelled, quickly spreading, turning into a black curtain that blocked the sky in front of them.

Hundreds of raindrops shot out, both virtual and real, most of the raindrops were just appearances, and they were quickly swallowed up by the black curtain, causing some black ripples, and only a few raindrops condensed a wisp of Song Qing's sword intent, instantly piercing through the black curtain and shooting towards those black-clothed people.

The thirty or so unlucky men in black didn't have time to react, and were hit on the head by raindrops, and their heads suddenly burst open like watermelons, blood splattered, and brains shot out.

When it comes to the Martial Sect level, it is a large-scale attack at hand, and no matter how many people there are at the martial artist and samurai level, it is meaningless!

The grimace masked man's mind moved, and the black curtain in the sky turned into black qi and shrank into his body, letting out a strange laugh: "It really deserves to be the first sword in Qinghe, and it is worth the old man's shot!"

Song Qing drew his sword out of the sheath, this is a cyan long sword, called Qinghe Sword, it is the sword of the ancestor of the Qinghe Sword School, which has been practiced for many years, and is a low-grade divine soldier with excellent quality!

He stared at the grimace masked man, the cyan sword in his hand skyrocketed, and his figure flashed, like a meteor chasing the moon, and he slashed instantly with the brilliant cyan sword!

The grimace masked man untied the jet-black iron rod on his waist, this one was not good-looking, and the curved jet-black iron rod was instantly black, and it flashed and caught the Qinghe Sword.

When there was a bang, the blue and black aura stirred!

The two of them retreated sharply at the same time, staring at each other!

Song Qing said in a deep voice: "Soul Death Stick, you are the Old Man of Soul Eating!"

This soul-squirting old demon is a master of the evil way list before Yijiazi, and he has practiced a "Soul Killing Evil Skill", which can devour the essence blood and soul cultivation of the master, and the demon soldier soul wand in his hand can also devour the essence blood and soul of living beings, and the fierce reputation is extremely strong!

It's just that this person has disappeared for many years, and many people think that this old demon has been eliminated by a certain senior master, but they didn't expect that not only did he not die, but he also broke through the half-step martial arts sect!

The grimace masked man laughed, took off his mask, revealing the face of an old man with a childish face and crane hair, and said: "I can't imagine that the old man has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, and there are still people who remember me, I'm really happy!"

Song Qing saw this person's face, and his heart sank, this person should be more than 160 years old according to his generation, although his beard and hair are white, but his face is like a child, and the purity of his skills can be imagined!

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

Dozens of men in black took five steps and guarded the way down the mountain.

Suddenly, a young man in white flew up, his figure was like a ghost, dragging a long phantom, and quickly climbed the mountain, just a light touch, and the black-clothed people guarding the steps flew out one after another, but before they landed, they were all shattered and turned into corpses!