Chapter 129 deterrence

Hearing that a female member of the other party actually despised Fang so much, and saw that Song Haitao of Tianmo Gate did not make any reaction at this time, and a man with a long sword strode out.

"An old woman dares to be arrogant again and ask you to come out quickly."

The person holding the long sword is Song Ziming, who has just returned to leave Anhu after going to Honghuangzong with his master Wuxiang's ancestors.

After learning the news that the red-blooded fairy stone appeared in Li'an Lake, he immediately sent Song Ziming and joined hands with the disciples of Tianmomen to come together to grab it, but he still stayed in Honghuangzong and plotted big things.

Song Ziming has a deep relationship with Guo Haiming of Tianmomen, and everyone knows that at this time, many practitioners gathered to leave Anhu, and there must be a big war. The resourceful and ignorant ancestor was not willing to be his disciples, so he asked Song Ziming to go to the Heavenly Demon Gate and come with the Heavenly Demon Gate. On the one hand, it can get a spoonful of soup with Tianmomen, and on the other hand, it can also reduce the loss of no way.

"Well, a lifeless young man actually speaks wildly. I don't know who taught you the Taoism. He is so eyeless." Linglong, who was originally very calm, suddenly heard that the other party called himself an old woman and suddenly became angry.

As he spoke, Linglong's fingers suddenly moved, and a black whirlwind suddenly appeared in front of him, turning quickly and going around towards Song Ziming.

Although it looks like a prosperous year on the surface, Linglong knows that she has already passed the age, and the most taboo thing is that others say that she is old. Now Song Ziming said, there is no reason not to be angry.

Song Ziming is naturally not an idle person. From the phaseless Tao, he has been deeply loved by the patriarch of the phaseless patriarch, teaching some mental methods that are not equal to his original identity. In this way, Song Ziming's cultivation is even more mysterious.

Seeing Linglong's move, the whirlwind hit, and the long sword in Song Ziming's hand cut hard against the whirlwind that was about to touch. The original invisible whirlwind instantly turned into nothingness and dissipated.

The black whirlwind just now is the most proud one. Although the black whirlwind is not very powerful, it is not worth mentioning for people with profound cultivation. But as long as the other party is hurt by his own black whirlwind, he will immediately know the details of the other party, just like specific cultivation, mental method, etc. After understanding this, he began to think about how to use his mind against the enemy.

But at this time, the black whirlwind roared, but was instantly dispersed by the long sword in Song Ziming's hand and did not touch Song Ziming at all, which was tantamount to a faceless blow to Linglong. Not to mention that these disciples of the Qiankun sect standing behind are watching, but there are still many demons and incompetual people staring at the other party. Once it comes out, what is the face of the deputy head of the Qiankun sect?

"Junior, you are about to split my red ink spirit directly. It seems that the long sword in your hand should not be ordinary." Looking carefully at the long sword in Song Ziming's hand, Linglong frowned and said.

"You are an old woman who has some insight, my brother Song's..."

A disciple standing behind Song Ziming easily dispersed the exquisite red ink spirit wind when he saw Song Ziming. He thought that the other party was just a general person, so he laughed. But just halfway through the words, I suddenly felt a stab in my neck and touched it with my hand. I immediately stared straight at Linglong and opened my mouth, but I didn't make any sound.

I don't know what happened, Song Ziming turned his head and looked at the disciple who had just mocked Linglong. I saw the disciple's mouth kept opening, but he couldn't make a sound. Looking carefully, I found that a small red line appeared on the lower jaw along the top of the throat, leaving a tongue on the ground not far away. It's the disciple just now.

Even though Song Ziming, who had experienced many things, saw the other party's technique, he suddenly felt fear in his heart. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a cold wind blowing behind him, and it was too late to hide.

"Today, I will let you know how my Qiankun sect became the first sect of Xianzong." At this time, the exquisite voice is no longer as charming as just now, but extremely cold. It seems to be like a demon and ghost escaping from hell, which makes people feel chilling.

Whether it was the people of the Tianmo Gate or the disciples beside them, they only saw a black wind standing next to Song Ziming quickly. Then they heard Song Ziming shout loudly, and then they were thrown and fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand remained in place.

Exquisitely, he picked up the long sword on the ground, tapped the sword body with his fingers, and turned the hilt.

"I didn't expect that the old man of Wuxiang was really willing to give up this long sword made of ten thousand years of pure yin wood actually gave you this garbage." Linglong, who threw Song Ziming seriously injured in the distance, played with Song Ziming's long sword in his hand and said lightly. The cold breath just now completely disappeared.

Such a huge contrast makes people around you very uncomfortable.

"As for you..." Linglong turned her head to look at the man who had just cut off her tongue.

"Go to hell." The long sword in his hand suddenly came out and stabbed the disciple. The sword was so fast that the disciple had not reacted, and the sword had already been inserted in his chest.

"No!!!"

After Song Ziming fell aside and saw the long sword piercing the disciple, he suddenly shouted and barely got up to stop him, but there was no time. He walked to the disciple and pulled out his sword directly, regardless of the other party's injury.

"It's over, it's over. The blue soul given by the master was completely destroyed. Song Ziming showed serious regret and shouted loudly.

If it hadn't been for my performance in front of Wuxiangdao and the disciples of Tianmo, I would not have fought with Linglong at all at this time. Most importantly, my blue soul will not be destroyed by Linglong.

The blue soul is a huge shade that was accidentally obtained on a wandering journey decades ago. After that, it took several years of painstaking efforts, depleted countless materials, and refined it into a blue soul. If you exert all the strength of the blue soul, the sword body will turn into an invisible body and hurt people. Song Ziming just doesn't have enough cultivation to fully stimulate it. But the blue soul has a fatal weakness and must not be stained with the blood of the same door. Once contaminated, the blue soul will become scrap iron and is useless.

After the Wuxiang ancestor refined this sword, he decided to give it to his most proud disciple in the door. However, no one can take on this heavy responsibility until the appearance of Song Ziming. But the Wuxiang ancestor is worried about the great power of this sword. Isn't it a problem for him to raise tigers when he uses it to hurt his disciples? So he set up a ban in the blue soul. Once he used the blue soul to assassinate his fellow disciples, the blue soul would turn into scrap iron. More importantly, if this sword is not recognized by the previous owner, others will also be unable to urge the sword.

Linglong didn't know where to learn about the sword, so she took Song Ziming's blue soul and stabbed the disciple who cursed herself as an old woman.

Looking at Song Ziming constantly regretted the destroyed blue soul there, Linglong turned her head and looked at the other disciples.

"This time I only came for the red-blooded fairy stone, and I have no intention to fight with you. I didn't expect to be forced to do this by you, so I will get rid of you scum for the world's immortals today.

After saying that, Linglong shook her arms again, flashed a black whirlwind out of thin air, and attacked everyone.

At this time, the man who had been walking with Song Ziming and called Song Haitao the second brother stood up, holding a silver mirror shining white in his hand. Swinging the mirror to look at the black whirlwind coming from everywhere, the black whirlwind disappeared in an instant.

This person is the first among the second-generation disciples of Tianmomen. Although his status is not high, his cultivation is profound, so Song Haitao, as a second disciple of the first generation, is very polite and afraid of Gong Youming.

"It's actually an ancient artifact, Kunlun mirror. Unexpectedly, you who have the seal of Kuntong have another ancient artifact. It seems that I can't let you go today." Seeing Gong Youming directly offering the Kunlun Mirror and seeing the exquisite, he suddenly recognized it.

After saying that, regardless of the irradiation of the other party's Kunlun mirror, the exquisite body suddenly disappeared. When it appeared again, it was already standing behind Gongming.