When Song Yunge and Zhou Lingshu came in, they just glanced up and continued to check.

Song Yunge glanced at the corpse, but it was a handsome young man. His face was pale at this time, as if he had applied a layer of lime.

He shook his head, and was dead and could not be saved with the dice of Heaven.

His face slowly calmed down.

The most important thing is that the soul of this young man is no longer there!

"How long have you been killed?" Song Yunge asked in a deep voice.

A middle-aged man looked up at him: "Three days."

"Three days..." Song Yunge shook his head: "It shouldn't be..."

"What shouldn't be?" asked the middle-aged man.

The others looked up at him.

Because Zhou Lingshu was standing beside him, everyone did not question his identity, and was attracted by Song Yunge's words.

Zhou Lingshu said: "This is Song Yunge from Tianyue Mountain, and the Song Yunge who Yuntian Palace wants to kill."

"Tianyue Mountain..." Several people showed strange expressions.

How can the disciples of Honghu Pavilion let Tianyue Mountain come to see them?

Zhou Lingshu said: "Song Yunge is carrying the art of looking down on Qi and can see things that people cannot see."

"The soul of this Senior Brother Meng has dissipated. It is obviously a secret technique. I can see the resentment. Just follow me and look for it." Song Yunge shook his head and said, "I guess the murderer is not the sect we already know."

As far as he knows, neither the martial arts of the six major sects nor the magical sect martial arts can be used to devour the soul.

The magical martial arts function devours essence and energy, but cannot devour the soul. Even if it can damage the soul, it cannot make the soul disappear completely.

He thought of his ten thousand souls and divine talisman.

Only such a magical skill can happen in this situation. It seems that the one who killed Meng Qingbo must have such a magical skill.

He was extremely curious about what kind of magic it was.

"Young Master Song, can you find the murderer?" The men looked at him half-believingly.

Zhou Lingshu said: "His Qi-seeking technique is sometimes stronger than the tracing of light and light, so you might as well give it a try."

"Since Lingshu said that, let's try it!" Everyone nodded.

They were half-believing and half-doubted about Song Yunge's qi-seeking technique.

But Zhou Lingshu is the number one genius in Phoenix Cliff. He acts calmly and capable. After all, he has been a military leader and will never speak nonsense.

"Go all!" A middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "We must find the murderer and punish him severely!"

The majesty of Phoenix Cliff is inviolable.

"Don't rush to kill after you find it. Take it back first and take it a good trial."

"What kind of person is he who dares to kill our Fenghuang Cliff disciples?"

"You can't be careless. Qingbo's strength is not bad. He has reached the Marquis of Sword?"

"Yes, Marquis of Jian."

"We have to be careful if we can kill Marquis of Jian."

Most of them are sword marquis, with only two sword kings.

The most difficult thing is to go from the Sword Saint to the Sword Marquis, but the more you go, the harder it is. The harder it is to go from the Sword Marquis to the Sword King. Too many people need to waste decades, or even nearly a hundred years.

"Let's go." Zhou Lingshu said.

Song Yunge nodded.

He moved forward in the direction of the black line, floated directly down the Phoenix Cliff, and then flew over the treetops and bamboo forest.

After a quarter of an hour, he stopped, stood on the top of an ancient poplar tree, looked down at the dense forest under his feet, and slowly said, "It's here!"

Everyone immediately raised their breath, looked alert, and slowly surrounded Song Yunge's direction.

Zhou Lingshu frowned and stared at him, finally shook his head.

She saw nothing.

Everyone was also confused and slowly surrounded each other. They could see each other, but there was nothing in the encirclement.

Song Yunge said slowly: "Let's show up!"

The surroundings are silent.

Everyone believed and half doubted, and couldn't help but look at Zhou Lingshu.

Zhou Lingshu frowned and said, "Where is it?"

Song Yunge snorted: "I didn't expect to be proficient in escape techniques, but unfortunately I'm useless in front of me."

"Tianmei?" Zhou Lingshu said in a deep voice.

Song Yunge shook his head and said, "It's not Tianmei,... it's our Middle-earth martial arts master."

"How could there be escape technique? Can you collude with Tianmei and practice Tianmei martial arts?"

"This is not Tianmei's escape technique,...well, is it a treasure?" Song Yunge thought about it.

He suddenly said in a deep voice: "Be careful, he wants to escape!"

Everyone was busy raising their breath and carefully sensing, the surrounding area was empty and there was nothing, not just the eyes, but the sensing was the same.

A flash of light flashed among Song Yun's singers.

"Ding!" A clear sound rang in the air.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." Several clear sounds rang out immediately.

Then a figure flashed from the air.

He was wearing a mysterious shirt, a black scarf covering his face, his eyes burst into dazzling splendor, and he stared at Song Yunge.

"Thief!" Everyone snorted angrily and set out their swords one after another.

He didn't notice it in front of him. No wonder this guy could kill Meng Qingbo, he was simply unpredictable!

The key is that it cannot sense.

The masters at the Jianhou realm often have a sharper sense than their eyes.

Often, before the eyes can see it, they can dodge it, but if they cannot sense it, they cannot dodge it.

The man in the dark shirt is burly, with his eyes as leopard eyes, and his brilliance shines on others and makes people dare not look at him directly.

At this time, he was facing siege from everyone, and he changed his mind calmly and disappeared without a trace again.

"Shitsheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes..." The hot sword energy was everywhere, but it was empty, as if he had already escaped.

"Damn it!" Everyone was angry.

Song Yunge shook his head, and a flash of light flashed in his hand.

"Ding..." The man in black clothes appeared again.

Twelve rays of sword energy hit him immediately, and a ray of light like water waves appeared. The twelve swords failed to break through the light.

Zhou Lingshu frowned.

She didn't rush to take action, she wanted to observe the reality and reality.

Song Yunge said in a deep voice: "Who are you? You deserve to die if you dare to kill the disciples of Phoenix Cliff!"

"So what about the disciples of Phoenix Cliff!" A rough and bold voice came from the man in the dark shirt, and he was bold and generous: "Can the disciples of Phoenix Cliff be domineering and willful and act recklessly?"

"You have any reason to kill someone?" Song Yunge said.

He did not take any more action, and twelve sword energy kept waving, hitting the protective light of the man in the dark shirt.

This blister-like light seemed to be broken with a thrust, but it was extremely tough. The twelve long swords attacked wildly but there was no sign of breaking.

"If I don't kill him, he will kill me!" The rough and powerful man said in a deep voice: "It's simply domineering!"

Song Yunge said: "No matter what, if you kill the disciples of Phoenix Cliff, you can't escape. It's better to leave!"

"Haha..." The thick and powerful man laughed to the sky: "Hold on his hands? It's so ridiculous!"

The light on his body suddenly burst out, suddenly rose, then shrank again, and disappeared again the next moment.

Everyone waved their swords, but the surroundings were empty, and the sword light fell only to the empty space.

Song Yunge looked at Zhou Lingshu.

Zhou Lingshu frowned and said softly: "I have escaped!"

As the Sword Emperor, she felt more sensitive and clearly felt that the man in the mysterious shirt disappeared instantly, obviously using some secret technique or some treasure to move it out.

This is similar to the magical skill of the Demon Sect.

Song Yunge knew that this was not the Broken Void Step, it was more powerful than the Broken Void Step. The Broken Void Step was only more than ten meters away, and the man in the black shirt was at least a hundred meters away.

"Chasing." Song Yun gessed.

"Can you catch up?" asked a middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!