Wang Dong examined Shi Potian's body, and there was no injury, no poisoning, and no life.

Wang Dong secretly lucked his true anger and tried to massage it for him, but at the same time wanted to test whether he was holding his breath and faking his death, but there was no response.

Shi Potian was like a humanoid block of ice, a stone without any temperature, in every sense, he was already dead, his whole body was intact, as if his soul had been drained of his soul.

"Brother Li died of flying knives if he was good at flying knives, and Mr. Ouyang died of poisoning if he was good at poisoning, what did Brother Shi learn?"

Ling Hu Chong looked at Shi Potian's corpse and muttered to himself.

Wang Dong didn't think about the cause of death of the three people, because he felt that this aspect was not important, and whether Li Xunhuan died of poisoning or flying knives was not the key to the question, the key was the sentence after the death of the three people.

Send a girl.

Poisoned.

Ignorant.

It was as if some kind of extreme personal judgment reminded him of the movie The Seven Deadly Sins.

And then naturally come to mind some possibility.

The reason why the island owner invited them to the island for reasons they could not refuse was not to fulfill their wishes, but to complete their trial.

So, who will come next?

What will be the charge?

Wang Dong began to review Ling Hu Chong, A Qing, Ximen Blowing Snow and his own characters in his heart.

Linghu Chong always wants to quit the rivers and lakes in the rivers and lakes, which is unrealistic; knowing that the master is a hypocrite, and he is still loyal, he can't kill his relatives in righteousness, and he is not flexible enough; he knows that his little junior sister Yue Lingshan gives up on herself after empathizing with her and doesn't know how to cherish herself; or is it that she is obviously from a famous and decent family, but she befriends a lewd thief like Tian Boguang and a demon like Xiang Wentian......

Which [crime] can be used as his sentence?

Then there is Ximen Blowing Snow, there is no big problem with the sword god, the only problem is that he is too obsessed with swordsmanship, forgetfulness of others, and ruthlessness.

As for Ah Qing...... Wang Dong can only think of four words: innocent.

But it's not a sin.

When it comes to oneself, if there is any crime, it may be to lose oneself.

After experiencing "Horror Jianghu 1.0", Wang Dong has doubts about his identity, and if he wants to believe that 1.0 is just a ridiculous dream, he will never accept it, not that the game world is too real and too reluctant, but that Wang Dong has a vague insight and guess about the truth.

It's this insight and speculation that completely messes him up.

He was lost between the game and reality, and he didn't know whether he was the emperor of the Tang Kingdom, the bad handsome, Zhang Wuji, the shopkeeper, the librarian, or a certain knight.

If you are judged, I am afraid that the final judgment will be: Lost in yourself, unworthy of living?

"It's a curse. ”

Simon Fuxue was silent for a long time, and then said suddenly.

"What?"

"This island is called the Island of Heroes, but it is actually the island of judgment, and if you have any thoughts in your heart, you will be cursed by one of them and fall into a certain death. ”

Ximen Fuxue looked solemn.

Wang said: "In that case, let's leave this island." ”

The crowd was silent.

Wang Dong looked at everyone's expressions, smiled helplessly, and asked Ximen Blowing Snow: "Brother Ximen, why did you come to this island?"

"Pursue the ultimate kendo between life and death. Simon replied.

Wang Dong nodded, and asked Ah Qing again: "What about you, Miss Ah Qing?"

Ah Qing suddenly lowered his head and did not answer.

Wang Dong recognized her appearance and knew that Ah Qing's visit was mostly related to Fan Li, whether it was to find Fan Li who was living in seclusion, or to escape from the sad place, it was a sad thing for her.

Wang Dong didn't ask any more questions, and said, "It should be okay tonight, everyone go back to their rooms, have a good rest, and find out the strangeness of this island together tomorrow." ”

The three of them agreed, glanced at Shi Potian, and went back to their rooms.

Wang Dong did not immediately return to the room, but started light work and ran to the back mountain.

He stood at the entrance of the cave, looked up for a while, and suddenly raised his palms, and with full ten strength, he began to hit the mountain frantically.

A rumble shook the entire island.

The cave seemed to be bombarded by artillery and began to collapse rapidly.

With Wang Dong's current strength, it is only a blink of an eye to demolish a mountain.

When he finished venting, the cave where he stored famous calligraphy and paintings and martial arts cheats was reduced to a pile of ruins.

Only then did Wang Dong return to his residence.

However, when he turned around, he saw a white shadow.

Attracted by the sound of the landslide, Simon Blowing Snow stood silently in the distance and watched for a long time, witnessing with his own eyes that an impregnable cave was razed into a pile of rocks by Wang Dong with a pair of fleshy palms.

This kind of skill has never been seen before in Ximen Blowing Snow, and the clear sword heart can't help but make some waves.

Wang Dong glanced at Ximen Fuxue and asked loudly, "Does Brother Ximen want to try his sword?"

Ximen blows snow and says, "I don't know if it's convenient?"

Wang Dong laughed and said, "Come on, I want to learn Brother Ximen's swordsmanship early in the morning." ”

"Don't dare. ”

The words fell, and the long sword was unsheathed.

A sharp edge was extremely sharp, as if it was about to sweep the sword intent of the void slashing diagonally.

It is a kind of swordsmanship that cannot be traced, as if it originates from the heart of a swordsman, from the soul of a person, which cannot be seen, captured, but can be felt.

And when you feel that sword intent, it has already left a fatal scar on your body.

That is the pinnacle of the sword god Ximen Fuxue's sword way,

It is the sword path that makes the Heavenly Flying Immortals of the White Cloud City Lord impressed.

Wang Dong stood motionless in the original place, his mind was clear, as if the ancient well reflected the autumn moon.

The sword intent is like a rootless breeze, coming and going without a trace, but it can't sweep into the ancient well.

Since the sword intent has entered the Dao and is difficult to resist, Wang Dong will not resist, but will seek and capture.

Wang Dong popped a finger at Ximen Blowing Snow, and then stretched out two fingers to clinch his sword.

That kind of grappling technique looks like a dragon's claw hand and a plum folding hand, but it is plausible with the two.

Wang Dongxue has become the most powerful and ingenious grappler in the rivers and lakes, and he has already fused the two into one, and it has become this set of freewheeling techniques.

Simon Blowing Snow's sword didn't work, and it wasn't his surprise, but when he noticed that the other party was about to use two fingers to clamp his long sword, it was a big surprise to him.

Since his swordsmanship, no one has ever dared to snatch his white blade empty-handed, even the four eyebrows who claim to be able to clamp all the weapons in the world do not dare to do so, he may dare to use his spirit rhino finger to catch his sword, but he will never dare to take the initiative to use the spirit rhino finger to clamp his own sword.

Ximen Blowing Snow's wrist flipped, and the long sword dragon groaned, and lifted it upward.

This sword is not a sword move to dodge Wang Dong's fingers, but a sword move to continue to attack, picking out a sword intent, and attacking the enemy straight up and down.

Then the next moment, a shocking picture appeared in front of his eyes:

Wang Dong grabbed his sword between his fingers.

Silent, but as solid as welding.

Without waiting for Ximen to blow the snow to speak, Wang Dong smiled and let go of his fingers, facing the side and said: "Brother Linghu, Miss Aqing, both of you are also kendo masters, you might as well teach two tricks with Brother Ximen." ”

Ximen Fuxue also noticed the arrival of the two, and his evaluation of Wang Dong reached a new high in his heart.

He even had time to pay attention to his surroundings while dealing with himself!

"Three to one?" asked Ling Hu Chong.

"How?"

"This kind of cheapness is not taken advantage of. ”

Wang Dong looked at Ah Qing again.

Ah Qing said: "You can't dodge my sword." ”

"I want to try. ”

Ah Qing stopped talking, and walked with Ling Hu Chong to the side of the West Gate Blowing Snow, facing Wang Dong.

The sword god Simon blows snow.

Dugu Nine Swords Ling Hu Chong.

A sword breaks through a thousand armors, and the female sword A Qing.

In the heavens and on the earth, how many people can face these three sword-wielding immortal combinations at the same time?

The king was on full alert and ready to attack.