Yin Meng panicked and limped deep into the woods.

Every time she took a step, there was a sharp pain under her feet, which she had never experienced as a delicate person.

However, compared to the life in her belly, she was determined to grit her teeth and endure this pain.

She followed the direction from which the sound of the trees was coming from, hoping that the hunters would help her once.

However, by the time she arrived nearby, the sound of logging had already disappeared.

Only then did she realize that the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

But no matter what the situation, it will not be more dangerous than the man chasing after him.

Yin Meng stiffened his head and walked over with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

There was a foul smell wafting through the air.

Yin Meng pushed aside the bushes, saw the situation in the clearing, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and then covered his mouth in a trance.

Blood stained the green meadows.

Blood red grass green, shocking!

Four corpses lay in the distance, and one in the distance, leaning against a peach tree, as if not yet dead, hissing inhales from their mouths.

Yin Meng was chilled, he didn't dare to step forward to look, and hurriedly turned around, wanting to leave this ominous place as soon as possible.

At this time, a sharp voice came from behind her-

"Little girl, why did you just come here and have to leave?"

Yin Meng let out a frightened scream and rushed forward.

But a stubby arm came from behind and grabbed her by the waist, and then the other withered palm sealed her mouth.

"Shhhh Don't bring the wolves! With the sound of snickering laughter, Yin Meng fell into darkness with a pain in the back of his neck.

In half a tea time, Ye Xing didn't know how many swords he had stabbed, and even his arm was a little sore, but Xining coped with it with ease.

She was like a catkins drifting in the wind, almost losing her weight, and even the slightest breeze from the tip of her sword could carry her for a long distance.

Couldn't hit her at all!

Although Ye Xingsoul was able to predict the trajectory of Xining's movement with the "anticipating the enemy's opportunity first" divine power, that trajectory would also change with his sword momentum, and no matter what angle he attacked, he would be dodged first.

Perhaps, as Xining said, dancing the sword against the phantom will only be a waste of strength.

But Ye Xingsoul believed that this illusion would not be without a way to crack it.

At least until now, Xining didn't dare to let him stab a sword, which means that her attack can cause her damage.

Then you don't need to worry about the rest, you only need to stab a sword.

Thinking like this, the impetuousness in his chest gradually dissipated, and his mood returned to clarity.

He suddenly stopped his pursuit, wiped the blade of his sword with his left hand, and sighed slightly.

Xining stood a foot in front of him.

"Did you give up?"

Ye Xingsoul lowered his eyelids, stared at Xue Liang's sword body, and said slowly: "I think, this sword should be crying." ”

"Why is it crying?"

"Because, its owner, once had a momentary thought of giving up in the face of a strong enemy."

Seeing his lonely face, Xining said softly: "Reality and reality are mutually restrictive, this is not a problem of swordsmanship......"

"If I just want to make an excuse for failure, I will do it myself, and I don't need anyone else to do it for me." Ye Xingsoul said in a deep voice, "This sword has never drunk blood since it was returned to me, perhaps, this is the reason why I can't communicate with it." ”

Xining thought silently, could it be that because he was stimulated too much, he had already gone mad?

Ye Xingsoul's left hand slashed across the blade again, the flesh was cut, and blood flowed out.

He raised his head and looked at Xining, "Now, I can finally feel its mind......

Xining said lightly: "Although this sword is sharp, it doesn't have a machine spirit, and what you produce is just an illusion." ”

"No, it's telling me, open the blade with blood, and face a strong enemy with me......" Ye Xingsoul aimed the tip of the sword at Xining again, his eyes were as bright as stars, "Next, I will only make three moves, if after three moves, I still can't help you, even if I lose!" ”

Xining looked at the sword calmly: "Come on!" ”

Ye Xing Soul stabbed out the first sword, which was completely different from before.

Without warning, the chilling murderous aura had reached its peak.

The whistle broke through the air, the sword momentum was like a dragon, the sword light turned into nine, and the nine-point cold star shot out, stabbing at Xining's acupoint.

Hienin was taken aback.

Just like no one would have expected, the breeze that was still blowing gently just now set off a violent storm and rain in an instant, attracting thunder and lightning.

One sword and nine styles.

Ye Xing's soul has reached an unprecedented peak in his life!

It was only at this time that he finally touched the threshold of the "Swordsman's Heart"!

The nine-point cold star in Xining's eyes is getting closer and closer, but her body can't dodge.

Just as catkins can fly freely in the spring breeze, it is impossible to resist the power of thunder and lightning.

In the blink of an eye, the nine fatal points in Xining's chest were all stabbed, blood gushed out, and her delicate body fell back weakly.

And the curtain that separates the world from the illusory stage is also shattered with the master's sword.

The space distorted, the clumps of powder dissipated, and the surrounding scenery changed completely.

Ye Xingsoul found that he was still standing where he had spoken to Yin Meng before, and Xining, who was not far away, was clutching his chest, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of pain.

Killed in the illusion, the real body will suffer from mental backlash, even if it does not really die.

Xining had a splitting headache, her heart was like a wrench, and she staggered back a few steps before falling headlong.

Ye Xingsoul couldn't care about her, and hurriedly chased in the direction where Yin Meng left.

His foot strength was much stronger than Yin Meng's, and it didn't take much time to find that bloody and messy open field.

Five or six corpses, the shocking scene made the resentment in his heart instantly replaced by another fear.

Ye Xingsoul looked at the faces of the dead people, and breathed hard.

He hesitated for a moment on the side, and finally stepped forward and shouted, "Yin Meng! ”

There was no response.

Only the inhuman-shaped body under the peach tree was still making a faint hissing sound.

Ye Xingsoul was not a person who had never seen a kill, but the scene in front of him still made him shudder.

I don't know how deep the murderer's resentment was towards this injured man, so that he was subjected to such a cruel punishment!

Judging by the identities of the other deceased, the sole survivor is also a member of the hunting group, but it is uncertain which one it is, as his face has been peeled off by the murderer, and the exposed flesh is bright red. The eyeballs were gouged out, and the original nose was only a bloody hole!

The murderer's swordsmanship should be quite good.

He dissected the survivor's abdomen, exposing his organs and stabbing his ribs into the air, creating a nightmarish scene that left the man dead.

This man is not so much a survivor as he is the unfortunate of all.

The more Ye Xingsoul looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but shout again: "Sister Yin Meng!" ”

Suddenly, there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air from above, and a figure swept down from the branch and landed not far in front of Ye Xingsoul, scanning the whole scene, and couldn't help but change his face greatly.

The person who came was Song Feng.

However, his performance was much calmer than Ye Xingsoul's, and in the face of such a tragic scene, he only took a deep breath, and his face calmed down as usual.

Only a slightly heavier breath showed that he was not at peace inside.

When he looked at Ye Xing's soul, he had already unsheathed his waist knife.

"Draw your sword! Shura! The tone didn't seem to contain any fluctuations.

Ye Xingsoul took two steps back and hurriedly said, "The death of these people has nothing to do with me!" ”

"It's not about you, but who is it?" Song Feng, who had always accompanied him with a smiling face in the past, his eyes were as sharp as two sharp knives at this moment, about to cut Ye Xingsoul's chest.

"I don't know, I've just been here for a long time......"

"Oh."

Song Feng's gaze moved down slightly, falling on the faceless man under the peach tree, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

The most tragic victim is none other than his right-hand man, the "Jade Faced Silver Sword" Xie Chen!

Song Feng paid more attention to one detail than Ye Xingsoul, that is, the sword that was half-inserted into the soil next to it.

This sword is the silver sword that Xie Tan is used to on weekdays, but at this moment, it is covered with Xie Tan's own blood.

Letting a swordsman die under his own sword is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for him!

Song Feng's gaze turned again, and fell on the sword in Ye Xingsoul's hand, as if he had finally determined something, and the condensed murderous aura suddenly burst through the embankment like a flood and poured out.

"It seems that Ling's swordsmanship is really good, you don't have to draw your sword out of the sheath, you can use Xie Chen's own sword to kill him!" The sound was as cold as ice.

Ye Xingsoul opened his mouth: "I didn't-"

The knives have flown in.

Ye Xingsoul had no choice but to parry.

Song Feng's first stab turned into seven cold stars, and the seven stars were linked, directly taking Ye Xing's soul to the point.

After being blocked by Ye Xing's soul, it was another knife with seven strengths, and the knife was full of anger, as fast as the wind, and before the sword was swung, the next move had come continuously, and the cold light flashed.

Ye Xingsoul's forehead was sweating, and he retreated step by step.

Although Song Feng only had seven strengths in one sword, the connection between the moves was smooth and fast, and each knife carried a heavy force, which was difficult to resist.

- He is undoubtedly a sixth-order "blood moving" realm physique, and his strength is firmly above Ye Xing's soul.

"Xiao Jiu also died under your sword?"

"It's not!"

Ye Xing's soul was also angry in his heart, and he was worried about Yin Meng's safety, so he didn't keep it at the moment, launched his swordsmanship, and attacked Song Feng.

Ye Xing's soul's one-sword nine styles, coupled with the supernatural ability of "anticipating the enemy's machine first", are enough to make up for the gap in physique and strength.

I saw the sword light flashing, the sword shadow continued, and the two of them fought hundreds of moves, and they were able to fight a draw.

The more Song Feng fought, the more certain he became, and there was no doubt that the murderer was this person.

This young man's swordsmanship, strength, and cultivation are all above Xie Chen, and he can be called a master among the masters, and eighty percent of the people who burst Xiao Zheng's heart at the beginning are also this person!

…………

The book on my lap hasn't turned a page for a while.

Ying Xuan couldn't help but stretch out her hand and shake it in front of Jiang Chen's eyes, and shouted, "Hey! ”

Jiang Chen woke up like a dream, his eyes suddenly lifted and he moved away from the book.

"Looks like there's a fight over there."

"Don't think about it, you said you would finish reading this book with me!"

"I'll read it to you when I come back."

Jiang Chen closed the book, got up, and casually threw Ying Xuan on the bed.

Ying Xuan immediately turned over, stomped her feet and shouted, "Bad guy! I'll just give you a cup of tea, and if you don't come back by then, I'll die to show you! ”

"Who did you learn this kind of scoundrel talk from......"

Jiang Chen answered vaguely, put on a coat, and hurriedly went out.

didn't go far, and saw Su Yunqing walking back with a person in his arms.

Jiang Chen saw the face of the person in her arms clearly, and his expression changed slightly: "Xining! ”

The little girl's eyes were blank, a little bloodshot oozed from the corners of her eyes, and her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and she looked extremely weak.

There was no need for him to ask, and when the inquiring eyes were cast, Su Yunqing replied: "Xining wanted to help Yin Meng escape, but unfortunately lost to Xiao Ye. ”

"Who's fighting over there?"

"Eighty percent are leaflets. As for his opponents...... Probably those hunters who pity the jade. ”

Su Yunqing obviously hasn't paid much attention to the outside world these days, so she couldn't imagine that the group of hunters had lost the opportunity to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade forever.

Jiang Chen went very in time. If it was one step later, he would only be able to see Ye Xingsoul's corpse.

At that time, Song Feng's knife had been changed to his left hand, and his sword qi was nine points.

No one knew that Song Feng's left hand made the knife stronger than his right hand, and he had already practiced to the realm of one sword and nine styles. It's a stunt he's never performed before!

And Ye Xingsoul's sword also conjured up nine different qi powers.

The sword captures the soul, and the sword chases the soul.

The two of them each used their own kung fu to press the bottom of the box, but Jiang Chen could see at a glance that Song Feng's left-hand knife was much older and spicier than Ye Xingsoul's. If they were allowed to make a last fight, it would definitely be Ye Xingsoul who would fall first.

Since Jiang Chen is here, of course he will not sit idly by.

The two figures flew in mid-air, and at the moment when they were about to coincide, Jiang Chen exerted his magical powers, inserted them into it, picked up Xiao Se Fenghong with both hands, and snatched the two weapons from the colorful and sharp sword shadows.

The original picture of life and death is frozen.

The sound of the wind and waves, the sound of blood dripping, the sound of low panting, lingering in this ominous place.

Song Feng's right chest was bleeding outward, it was the mark left by Ye Xingsoul's sword, it was a minute deeper, it was helpless, and if it was an inch, it would be into the bone.

He was given the opportunity to use his left-handed sword at the cost of a sword, but it was ruined by an uninvited guest who came in a hurry.

If you change to another person, you will definitely not be able to swallow this breath. But when Jiang Chen grabbed Song Feng's blade, Song Feng withdrew his strength without hesitation.

Jiang Chen glanced at the surrounding scene, and he roughly understood the reason for the two of them fighting. He let go of his hands, and Song Fengye and Xing Soul retreated at the same time.

"I can take my life as a guarantee, this matter has nothing to do with Ye Shaoxia." Jiang Shao said something in a deep voice to Song Feng, and then turned to Ye Xing's soul, "What about Yin Meng?" ”

"I chased her here, and I didn't see her." Ye Xingsoul's tone was quite anxious.

Jiang Chen frowned, lowered his head and carefully examined several corpses, "Who could it be?" What does he want to do? ”

Of course, the answer to this question cannot be obtained by imagination.

Except for the unlucky ghost under the peach tree, everyone else died from the flying knife, Jiang Chen deduced that the murderer was very agile, and he made a good secret weapon...... And who is the best person to make the secret weapon here?

Song Feng had been secretly observing Jiang Chen's expression, and when he saw his hesitant face, he spoke: "Jiang Shaoxia didn't think of who it was?" ”

"I can't think of it." Jiang Chen let out a breath.

"Do you not think of it, or do you not want to think of it?" Song Feng raised his tone slightly.

"Leader Song can't trust me?"

"Don't dare." Song Feng lowered his eyebrows and said lightly, "I only know that ordinary people don't have a pair of discerning eyes and can't understand people's hearts, even if Jiang Shaoxia's martial arts are extraordinary, he may not be able to understand the sinister hearts of people in this world." ”

"You think the murderer is one of us?"

"With Jiang Shaoxia and Miss Su's skills, if you want to kill someone, you naturally don't have to spend so much effort. But not so with others. ”

Jiang Chen's face sank, and he said, "Leader Song can't help but think too much. ”

Song Fengying oppressed his momentum, but his face did not change, and he said in a condensed voice: "Jiang Shaoxia might as well think about it carefully, do you know each and every one of you, their past, their origins, and what they are pursuing?" ”

Jiang Chen was silent.

"There were once three good brothers who were friends with me, but they poisoned the water, killed hundreds of brothers, and assassinated the Grand Master. Since then I've learned that you should never overestimate your vision. ”

"Thank you Leader Song for your advice." Jiang Chen disagreed.

Song Feng sighed slightly: "It seems that I can only find the murderer by myself." ”

Jiang Chen snorted: "If you can come up with definite evidence, I won't have to do anything from you, I'll kill that guy personally!" ”