Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 417 Sword Mirror
Yun Jianzong, who had been silent for many years, finally boiled in a day.

You Jichen is dead.

He almost died once. After the Battle of Tongxiang, his foundation was completely destroyed, his flesh and blood were completely rotted, and he reappeared in the world in the form of a man in an iron mask, showing great strength.

This time, he really died.

He was the only son of the master of Yunjian Sect, but he died inside the sect.

After the disciple told Ren Jianqing the news in front of the sword cave, the entire Yunjianzong began to have sword lights lit up one after another, and it didn't stop for a long time.

The sword energy roared, but the atmosphere in the sect was extremely tense, and some disciples who were usually open-mouthed did not dare to speak at this time.

Countless figures continued to appear in the mountains, forests, and even around the sword pond, and then quickly swept away into the distance.

The entire clan was dispatched to find the murderer.

Under Ren Jianqing's order, Yun Jianzong began to investigate the case, and forcibly opened the sect's formation, closing all exits, no matter the sect's disciples or the intruders could no longer leave.

In the misty forest, the stone platform was dyed red with blood and exuded a fishy smell. You Jichen was lying in a pool of blood, with his flesh and blood turned out, extremely hideous and terrifying. The iron mask was still hanging on his face, and he didn't know what he was doing before he died. What expression is it.

The disciples of the Yunjian Sect guarded around the stone platform, all expressionless, or they didn't know what expression to face at this moment.

Anger or compassion?
they do not know.

Although You Jichen had a high status, he was not very popular and was even hated by others. They were only doing their duty in searching for the murderer so nervously.

But who killed it?
His body was bloody and bloody, and he couldn't see any traces of wounds, nor could he see what kind of kung fu was injured. He only knew that the method of the attacker was extremely cruel.

A middle-aged man stood on the stone platform, the soles of his feet had already been soaked in blood, but he was motionless, his face was extremely ugly, gloomy and cold.

His name is Xiao Lin, a newly promoted strong man in the phaseless realm. He was entrusted with important tasks by You Dongjie a few years ago, and there is no lack of support from You Jichen.

But now the thigh that had just been hugged suddenly died, and the death was extremely tragic.

When the disciples saw Xiao Lin, they dared not take a step forward, for fear of offending him.

A ray of sword light swept down from the sky, dispelling the clouds and mists in a radius of one hundred feet, and the blood on the stone platform became even more terrifying when the sky light fell.

Ren Jianqing walked out of the sword light.

"The elder holding the sword!"

Although Xiao Lin is older than him, his status is far inferior, so naturally he dare not call him junior.

Ren Jianqing nodded expressionlessly, then his eyes fell on the corpse in the pool of blood, and his brows frowned.

Xiao Lin's gaze scanned the dense forest around him, emotions arose in his heart, the murderer's aura was well hidden, and he didn't even leave any traces of skills or weapons, but Ren Jianqing is not very human, I wonder if he can find some clues?
Thinking of this, he walked to Ren Jianqing and whispered: "The sect's formation has been opened, and no one can leave."

Ren Jianqing nodded again, without any emotional change on his face.

Xiao Lin fell silent.

The whole forest fell silent.

The disciples guarding the stone platform quietly glanced back, wondering what the sword-wielding elder had discovered.

Countless sword lights pervaded You Jichen's body, floating back and forth like fireflies.

After a long time, all those sword lights turned into light spots and disappeared into the air.

There was a chill in Ren Jianqing's eyes, and he finally said, "It has the breath of Jingtian Gong."

"The Temple of Greedy Wolf? They did it?"

Xiao Lin's complexion sank directly, his voice was shrill, and after a while he asked in confusion: "But why did they do this?"

When the disciples around the stone platform heard his cry, their nerves immediately became tense, and they all couldn't believe their ears.

The Yunjian sect actually mixed in with the disciples of the Tanlang Temple?

Ren Jianqing glanced at Xiao Lin and said, "It is indeed the Pure Heaven Kung Fu."

The corners of Xiao Lin's eyes twitched slightly, he stared into his eyes and asked, "What else?"

Ren Jianqing looked at You Jichen's body again, and said, "There is still some very faint sword energy remaining, it's... cloud and mist sword energy..."

His voice was very soft, but it made the disciples around him feel as if they were struck by lightning, and they were stunned.

Yunwu sword qi is the unique sword qi of Yunjianzong.

Xiao Lin opened his mouth wide in shock, and suddenly felt some pain on his face, as if being blown by a strong wind, more like being slashed by a sharp sword.

Someone in the sect colluded with Tanlang Temple to assassinate the son of the sect master?
This was the only guess in his mind.

The person who died was You Jichen, so it was related to the suzerain's succession, so who had the ambition to fight for the position?
"who is it?"

After a long time, Xiao Lin's mood gradually calmed down, and his eyes became deep and cold.

Ren Jianqing said: "I can't tell."

Xiao Lin said again: "Now the suzerain is still in the critical moment of retreat, and all affairs in the sect are decided by the elders with swords. What should we do? We can't attack all the disciples, can we?"

Ren Jianqing was silent for a moment and said: "After using the sword mirror and finding the thieves of Greedy Wolf Hall, we will naturally be able to make the thieves unable to hide."

A hint of cruelty emerged from the corner of Xiao Lin's mouth, and he left in response.

All the disciples also dispersed.

The breeze blows, blowing away some bloody smell.

Ren Jianqing stood alone on the stone platform, looked at You Jichen's body, and did not leave for a long time.

……

……

You Jichen's death shocked the entire Yunjian Sect, and also awakened some people.

Wang Gui is known as the third member of Yunjianzong, and he has been in retreat almost all the time. He was seriously injured by Tang Ge in the Luo family in Donglu a few years ago, and he retreated again after returning to the sect.

The suzerain's son died, and this hidden great man was also brought out.

His figure was thin, his breath was extremely light, and he was likely to be blown away anytime he walked in the wind, but he remained steadfast like the pinnacle of stability between heaven and earth.

The first thing to do when leaving the customs, Wang Gui didn't go to check You Jichen's body, but went to Jiandong to meet the most senior Zhong Yue.

The second thing, he found his only apprentice and said something.

The third thing is to meet Ren Jianqing.

Yunjianzong's disciples all knew that the two had old grievances, and it was the first time they got along so peacefully.

In the end, he didn't even look at You Jichen, but saw the man with the broken arm on the edge of a certain cliff.

……

……

"Uncle Master."

Li Daodao bowed slightly, although only one arm was left, it was still like a sword.

Wang Gui took a look at him, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked at the countless sword lights looming below with his hands behind his back. It was the disciples of Yunjianzong who were still running.

The wind was extremely strong on the top of the cliff. He looked fragile, but he was as stable as a rock.

"How did You Jichen die?"

The calm voice was carried by the wind and fell into Li Daodao's ears, like the sound of divine punishment.

He replied: "Uncle Ren said that the traces of Jingtian Gong and the breath of cloud and mist sword energy were found on the body of junior brother. It should be the collusion between internal thieves and disciples of Tanlang Palace. As for the reason, it is still unknown."

Wang Gui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned his back to Li Daodao, and said without even looking at him: "You know that's not what I asked."

Li Daodao said calmly: "I don't understand what Uncle Master means."

Wang Gui slowly turned around, stared into his eyes and said, "You are lying."

Li Daodao said: "Uncle, please speak clearly."

Wang Gui smiled very strangely, and said: "Although we can't find out who did the cloud and mist sword energy now, what happened after the suzerain left the customs? He took out the holy object Qingtian sword cloud, and there is no trace of it. "

Li Daodao's heart shrank suddenly, but there was no obvious change on his face, and he said: "Master's words really make me more and more difficult to understand."

Wang Gui said: "You are very smart, if you use the sword cloud token to kill people, unless you sacrifice Qingtian Jianyun, otherwise even the suzerain will not be able to see the clue."

Li Daodao lowered his eyes, a chill gradually gathered in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared, then he raised his head and smiled and said: "It turns out that Master Uncle suspects that I killed Junior Brother, but your theory of punishing one's heart is really naive."

Wang Gui completely ignored him, a look of evil flashed in his eyes, and said: "You do something for me, I can help you, even the suzerain can't find you."

Li Daodao looked at him calmly without any response.

A sudden smile appeared on Wang Gui's face, and he said, "Go find Ren Jianqing and let him..."

Before the conversation was half over, there was a sharp and ear-piercing howl of swords resounding suddenly.

Not one, but countless ways mixed together.

Like thunder, like showers.

The sky above Yunjian Sect suddenly became much brighter, and a huge and dazzling light appeared out of thin air, as if the sun was directly pressing down.

Wang Gui's face became strange.

There was a bright light in Li Daodao's eyes, and his heart gradually sank.

That huge group of rays of light was neither the sun nor the sky, but was completely composed of sword lights.

The sword light surged, condensed, calmed down, and finally turned into a huge mirror.

In the mirror are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and there is a lake in the mountains, filled with majestic sword energy, it is the sword pool of Yun Jianzong.

(End of this chapter)