Yu Hong was very moved when he heard this, and said: "Thank you for understanding me, I have persevered for so many years, and I can't give up when I see the results in front of me." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe grudge I had with Mu Xin Dao has deeply affected my Dao heart, and if I don't get rid of it from my Dao heart, I will be restless for the rest of my life. Huang Tian paid off, I have been looking for him for so many years, and finally there is a result. It's just that when the time comes for me to settle my grievances with him, you don't meddle in this matter, and it has nothing to do with you whether I die or live in the end. ”

The scholar said: "Why are you so bothered, alas, maybe, your obsession is so deep, outsiders can't shake it at all, and you have to tie the bell to untie the bell, all of which is up to you to end it yourself." ”

Feng Xiaotian stopped what he was talking about, and led the topic to the ice corpse, the head in his hand was cut off with a sharp blade, and the incision was exactly the same as the leg bone found in the Shishan campus, who did it?

"Any ideas?" The scholar asked.

Feng Xiaotian pondered for a moment, and then said, "I think this wound should be caused by sword qi. ”

"Sword Qi?"

"Well, there are thousands of ways to cultivate the Tao, there are cultivation souls, there are also cultivation bodies, and there are even some sword immortals who cultivate swords, they regard swords as their own souls, and some even inject their souls into the sword they carry with them, reaching the realm of the unity of human and sword. When the cultivation reaches a certain level, these sword cultivators will draw out sword qi every time they swing the sword, which is extremely sharp and can hurt people invisibly. Feng Xiaotian explained.

After hearing this, the scholar couldn't help but ask, "What is the highest level of a sword cultivator?" ”

Feng Xiaotian replied: "Since ancient times, there have been many legends about sword immortals, and the cultivators who practice swords can fly with their swords after reaching the realm of the unity of human and sword, and the sword they carry with them is as inseparable as their limbs. They can even manipulate flying swords to capture the enemy, and behead them thousands of miles away, which is really very powerful. ”

"Could it be that this corpse under the ice was killed by the Sword Immortal?" The scholar asked.

"It's not that this possibility is impossible, it's just that cultivating a sword immortal is not easy, the cultivation world has not heard of anyone cultivating to such a high level for so many years, and the sword immortal is just a legend, no one has witnessed it with their own eyes." The wind laughs at the sky.

"Let's get the rest of the bodies out and see if we can find any other clues." Scholar Dao.

Feng Xiaotian used the same method to suck out the corpse under the ice, and after a rough count, a corpse was cut to pieces, and the traces of each wound were exactly the same, they were all very smooth and flat, and the more the scholar looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he felt that these wounds were like on his own body.

"Which immortal did this person offend, he died so miserably, he couldn't be a complete ghost as a ghost, you see his body is scattered, we finally put it together, but no matter how you look at it, I feel uncomfortable." Scholar Dao.

At this time, Yu Hong interjected and said, "His hand." ”

"What?"

"There is a problem with the hands of the corpses." Yu Hong continued.

The scholar said with some dissatisfaction: "Can't you tell everything at once......

When he looked at the corpse again, the scholar really found the problem that Yu Hong said, the corpse's arm turned out to be two right hands, and the palm of the hand was all covered by black clothes just now, and he didn't find it at a glance, but he also felt a trace of strangeness.

"It's strange, how did this dead guy grow two right hands? Is it a monster? The scholar muttered.

Feng Xiaotian's expression was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and said, "No, this is someone else's hand." ”

The scholar suddenly realized: "You mean there is more than this corpse under the ice?" ”

Feng Xiaotian nodded, and then continued to melt the ice, and sure enough, not far from the corpse just now, another ice corpse in black clothes was found, and the corpse happened to be missing its right arm.

"That's weird, how did his arm get here?" The scholar still didn't understand.

Feng Xiaotian said with a calm face: "There should be corpses under the ice, the number is not known for a while, we can see from these two corpses, both died at the hands of the same person." And the corpse is wearing a black silk night clothes, black silk is extremely rare, the night clothes made of black silk can not only blend with the night, the light on it will not reflect, and water and fire do not invade, it is a necessary thing for assassins in ancient times. These corpses are supposed to be the same group, and they were killed by the same people, and then the snow water was drawn down from the mountains to solidify into a wall of ice, and all the corpses were buried under the ice, and if we hadn't stumbled upon it today, no one would have known the secret. ”

The scholar blinked, and seemed to be a little unable to keep up with Feng Xiaotian's rhythm, and before he could understand why Feng Xiaotian suddenly pulled on this, he couldn't help asking: "I don't know the identity of these corpses yet, but judging from this black silk night clothes, it shouldn't be a good stubble, I guess they should be besieging someone here, but they were killed by this person with a sword, and then they were frozen up, and they didn't see the light of day until today." ”

Feng Xiaotian nodded, and said: "Maybe the truth is like this, these corpses just gave us a wake-up call, there was a master who used to be by our side, but we didn't perceive his existence, this feeling made me a little uneasy, I don't know if this person is friend or foe, if he is also watching the things in the treasure house of the hell realm, he will definitely make a move on the day the ghost door is opened, but I don't know if it will be unfavorable to us at that time." ”

"We can't prevent it if we want to, the strength is not at the same level at all, maybe people look at us too much, and they have always disdained to do it, we are like ants in his eyes, fortunately, it doesn't hinder others in anything...... "Scholar said.

Feng Xiaotian looked around and said, "Take a severed limb, and wait until you go to Mu Xin Dao to show him, maybe he can see something." ”

"That's right, Mu Xindao people are well-informed, and they may know this wound." The scholar said happily.

"Then let's continue to move forward, that kid is still lying on the stone above, we have to take him back to see Mu Xindao quickly, we can't delay any longer." The wind laughs at the sky.

The scholar picked up an arm, the arm was broken at the elbow, because it had been frozen all the time, bright red muscles could still be seen at the fracture, and there were bones as bright as mirrors, and he couldn't help but take a second look, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt a little touched in his heart.

After climbing over the cliff, there is a hillside above, Feng Jin is lying on a boulder, when the scholar sees him, the sun is shining on Feng Jin's face, although there is no trace of life, but Feng Jin's face in the sun is very vivid, and he can't see that he is a "dead man" at all.