The Sword Named No Way Out

At the same time, the sky pavilion lobby.

Xu Shuangce suddenly felt something, closed his eyes to detect for a moment, and opened his eyes to look outside the gate.

The scene of Bai Xun cutting off his hand in the hall stunned everyone, only Mu Duozhu, who was sitting under Xu Shuangce's hand, saw it out of the corner of his eye and asked subconsciously, "What's the matter?"

Xu Shuangce didn't answer, and looked away after pondering for a moment. At this time, Ying Kai looked at Bai Xun in surprise, and finally said with difficulty: "...Aren't you human?"

Mechanized soldiers use silk as tendons, gold as bones, body shells are all made of fine steel, and joints are bent by screw copper wedges. The face of a soldier does not need facial features, it is just a piece of polished and smooth bronze, relying on the spiritual core to detect yin and yang and the five elements, and all actions are controlled by the spiritual power of the giant sect, in other words, it is a golden steel puppet whose combat power has been increased by a thousand times.

Bai Shui, on the other hand, obviously has spiritual intelligence, and he is absolutely real from the outside, so how could he be man-made?

"Yes." Bai Shui said calmly, "Under my skin and flesh, everything is an organ, and I am indeed not a living person."

No wonder Du Kaixun trampled on the lifelong learning of the previous two generations of giant sects when he was 18 years old—a soldier like Bai Xun does not need to compete for combat power at all, his mere existence has subverted the entire The eldest grandson's family. Du Kaixun's ability to make mechanism soldiers is far more than unprecedented, it is simply amazing!

Mu Duozhu said in astonishment: "Chengfeng, what's wrong with your brother..."

Juzong sat upright in the armchair. He was born with a casual and casual temperament, not too serious about anything, even when he was questioned by the great masters just now, that temperament still existed, but it has completely disappeared now. The skylight could not reflect his deep silhouette, only the bridge of the nose and the corners of the lips cast heavy shadows, and the corners of the eyes faintly shone with a subtle cold light.

He raised his head slightly, and said two words coldly: "Evil law."

"..." Everyone didn't know what to say for a moment, Ying Kai hesitated for a while and said: "So Du Kaixun was sent to the punishment court by you seventeen years ago, not because he bullied the eldest grandson's disciples, but because he abused himself The manufactured soldiers?"

Changsun Chengfeng said coldly: "To me, there is no difference between a white scorpion and a living person."

— it makes no difference to him.

But the lords of the six great families, the majestic sects of the world, whose nameless Taoist companion turned out to be a manufactured soldier, spread it not only as a joke, but also as a scandal that would cause a sensation in the world.

"Are you really a soldier?" Xu Shuangce asked suddenly.

Bai Xun humbly said: "Yes."

"But soldiers have no heart."

Bai Xun replied: "Yes, soldiers don't need viscera, I really..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Shuangce stood up from the first seat, and then disappeared in place.

Everyone in the room was stunned, and the next moment they saw Cangyang Sect Master appearing in front of Bai Shi, with the five fingers of his left hand full of icy strength, they stabbed him in the chest mercilessly:

"Then seventeen years ago, the opening ceremony made you cut your heart in front of the room. What did you cut open?"

Bai Shui's pupils constricted, and he didn't even have time to back away, the pressure like a knife cutting out his heart came from the air.

But at that critical moment, Juzong suddenly stood up not far away—Clang!

Unsheathing his sword halfway, he abruptly blocked the hand reaching towards his heart, only to see Changsun Chengfeng standing in front of Xu Shuangce in an instant!

Ying Kai suddenly got up and stopped drinking: "Shuang Ce!"

Yu Chirui and Mu Duozhu also stood up at the same time, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.

"..."

The last trace of kindness on Changsun Chengfeng's face disappeared. The cold light of the sword edge flickered, clearly reflecting the ferocity deep in his pupils, like the edges and corners of a rock appearing only after the tide ebbs, he said softly:

"Sect Master Xu, everyone has Ni Lin."

Xu Shuangce stared at him, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"...The junior didn't intend to deceive, please forgive me..."

During the stalemate, Bai Fei's hoarse voice sounded, and he took half a step back from the eldest grandson Chengfeng, bent down and said with difficulty: "This junior does have a heart in his chest. Because this junior is not born like this, but the second son was refined by a living person." made."

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squeak—

The door was pushed open, Yu Chixiao stood for a moment, then took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

Layers of bed curtains hung down, glowing like flowing water, blocking the scene on the sick bed. Yu Chixiao stood still, summoned up his courage and said softly, "Xiang Xiaoyuan."

There was no response from within the bed curtain.

He must be still asleep, he thought.

The warm unicorn blood jade pendant pressed tightly against the palm, to the point where the finger bones ached. Yu Chixiao recalled the first time he saw that little Charm, that young man was hiding behind the screen in the front hall of the Cangyang Sect, secretly looking at him with black and white eyes, his pupils were full of timidity and ignorance; Those eyes were reflected on the chilly Gou Chen Jian again, with a sly smile on the corners of his brows and eyes, he didn't care at all that his throat was bloodshot by the blade of the sword, and the contrast between the blood and skin tones was thrilling.

It is really ugly, even to the point of dazzling.

—Are you really just a succubus?

Even if it's just a thought, there will be almost paralyzing bitterness and sweetness spreading from the bottom of my heart, making Yu Chixiao slightly dazed.

"Yes, it must be." He told himself in his heart.

"This must be the legendary succubus."

Yu Chixiao closed his eyes, opened them after a while, took out a silk ribbon from his bosom and carefully threaded it through the blood jade pendant. He didn't need to measure it to know what length would hang from the boy's waist. He didn't hold it until it was fastened, as if he had obtained a kind of tingling courage from the hard and harsh touch of his hand.

Then he finally stretched out his hand, with subtle and imperceptible tremors at his fingertips, and forcefully lifted the bed curtain—

His movements stopped suddenly.

On the bed there was only the outer robe of Cangyang Sect Master, and the bed was messy and empty.

"...Xiang Xiaoyuan?" Yu Chixiao looked around in astonishment, and turned around suspiciously.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan?"

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At the same moment, Gong Wei poked his head out from the corner at the end of the corridor.

This golden ship is extremely huge, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions on board. There is a small attic specially built on the deck near the stern, the entrance is connected to the cabin, called the ice pavilion, which is used for hiding corpses.

At the entrance of the attic stood two disciples of the Sword Medicine Sect, tall and straight like spears, looking straight ahead.

Gong Wei shook his head secretly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

The two disciples didn't even have time to react, their eyes were glazed over for a moment, their whole bodies fell into samadhi, they stared straight ahead and there was no movement.

It is true that the disciples of the medical sect guard the door, and it does not make much difference whether they guard the gate or not. Gong Wei walked happily out of the corner of the long corridor, and the two immobilized disciples of the Medical School ignored him, let him push open the door of the ice pavilion without any response, and slipped in leisurely.

The four walls and the mezzanine of the floor of the Tibetan Corpse Pavilion are stored with thousands of years of profound ice. Gong Wei came here when he sent the corpse of a monster on the boat in his previous life. I shivered.

The round hall on the first floor of the attic is covered with a lavender magic circle. In the center of the magic circle, where the light converges, an ice bed is built with hundreds of uncarved black ice essence stones. A familiar figure lay quietly on the ice bed, completely naked except for a layer of white mortuary gown; a blood-red light was drawn from the middle of the collarbone of the neck, gurgling like life, gathering at the edge of the ice bed. Inside the misty stainless steel holding pan.

That is the soldier silk drawn out.

If it were an ordinary person who saw the corpse of his previous life, he would definitely feel emotional ups and downs, and be more or less melancholy. Although Gong Wei couldn't understand where the melancholy came from, but in order to be like ordinary people, he still closed his eyes symbolically, and politely mourned for a moment.

Then when he opened his eyes, he was excited and excited, and was about to turn the corpse over to pump the spine, but then he stopped cautiously.

I saw two purple-gold silk threads infused with spiritual power extending from both sides of the ice bed, tightly binding the corpse's wrists, but it was extremely difficult to find them under the shroud. As long as the corpse is together, the silk thread will move along with it, thus directly alarming Mu Duozhu's primordial spirit.

Gong Wei didn't expect Mu Duozhu to have this move, so he was stunned for a moment, gestured for a long time and didn't think of how to untie the purple and gold threads on the corpse's wrists without disturbing Mu Duozhu, and withdrew his hand in frustration.

Could it be that today's start is unfavorable, and the things in the spine can't be taken out?

He took half a step back, but he was unwilling to leave immediately.

The mysterious ice coffin was shining brightly, smudged the whole body of the corpse, and the already transparent skin was completely clear, like a human figure carved out of a whole piece of ice and snow; If you look at it, the head and neck seem to be completely integrated.

Gong Wei looked up and down the calm face of the corpse, a hint of curiosity suddenly emerged in his heart.

It is said that Xu Shuangce slaughtered corpses in Cangyang Mountain, and the blood splashed peach blossoms were undefeated all year round. When the leader of Ying came to take the body back for burial in person, Jianzong Wei Chi Rui and others who were waiting at the foot of the mountain witnessed the damage of the body with their own eyes. After that, the whole world knew about Xu Zongzhu's glorious record of lingering hatred and brutal killing of corpses, but no one dared to put it on the stage for so many years.

Therefore, according to Gong Wei's imagination, even if he hadn't been cut into pieces, his flesh and blood should have been destroyed. However, when he fought hand-to-hand in Dingxianling, he found that his face was intact, and there was no obvious trauma on his body.

So where did Xu Shuangce go?

Gong Wei has always been a person who doesn't care much about life and death, let alone any things behind him. But I don't know why, once this doubt arises, I can't get rid of it, and I still have some inexplicable discomfort.

Why did he feel uncomfortable because of the natural behavior of his old enemy?

He doesn't know either.

Gong Wei held his breath and looked back. There was no movement outside, and the two gatekeeper disciples did not notice anything unusual. He turned his head to face the corpse again, swallowed dry saliva, and finally reached out his hand carefully to pick up a corner of the shroud.

—The corpse was naked, and it was unobstructed to look inside.

The wound left on the chest by reluctance back then has turned pale and clean to the point of cruelty, with only fine gray and white solidified flesh glowing on the edge. In addition, the torso is intact, without any traces of being slaughtered.

"..."

Gong Wei put down the corner of his clothes, full of doubts. After standing still for a while, my heart suddenly became excited again: Did he cut off my hands and feet, and Mu Duozhu sewed them up before the burial?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, Gong Wei couldn't help but lifted the mortuary clothes to check his hands and legs again. Unexpectedly, there were no traces of severed and stitched joints. It was not until his eyes touched his arms that he suddenly stopped.

The body was indeed damaged, and there was a horrible pincer mark on the left and right elbows, and they were facing in opposite directions.

His right arm is a clear and complete palm print. The bones are slightly bent, as if they were pulled and dislocated by internal force during the struggle; even after pushing the joint back, the strong internal force of the restrainer still left a slight bend on the arm bone. fold.

The bones of the left arm were intact as before, without any signs of internal damage, only five fingerprints had penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood, and even left long scratches after being dragged forcibly.

Gong Wei's eyes fell on the scratch, his pupils gradually widened, and the noisy noises in Linjiangdu's tavern sounded in his ears. The old storyteller was chanting something vividly downstairs, and Yu Chixiao lowered his voice mysteriously: "...After the death of Fahua Immortal, the leader Ying arrived from Mount Dai with a sword, rushed up to the Xuanji Palace in person, and fought with the leader Xu in the sky. , and snatched the body of the palace chief from his hands. At that time, the body was already damaged..."

"Sect Master Xu actually lost?"

"We lost! After returning to Cangyang Sect, remember not to ask questions!"

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Xu Shuangce lost to Ying Kai, and sixteen years passed in a flash.

The five scratches on the arm of the corpse are still sharp and fierce, and the arc changes from deep to shallow until it disappears, as if the two had no choice but to let go when they were fighting.