Ahead is a narrow valley. The road winds and stretches, covered in white snow, like a long snow-white snake. There are mountain walls on both sides of the road. The mountain wall on the left forms a steep slope, and the mountain wall on the right is even more terrifying.
It is almost completely vertical to the ground. Under the ravages of the severe cold in winter, the plants on the mountain have withered, exposing the gray-black rugged rock mass. The cold wind is wrapped in snowflakes and whizzes through the valley. The sound sounds like a wild beast.
's mournful cry.
The group of people arrived in front of the valley. Under the sharp contrast of the huge mountain, they were condensed into a few inconspicuous black spots between the sky and the earth. These people were Zhao Zheng, Mo Yunzi and others.
Zhao Zheng followed leisurely on horseback. Following the ups and downs of the black horse's footsteps, he raised his head and looked up the valley. A few crystal snow powder brushed past, and some fell on his dark eyelashes.
The entire valley looks like a deep closed space, full of uneasy pressure. The hillsides on both sides are perfect for setting up ambushes. You only need to send people to push down a few large rocks to trap passers-by in the middle.
.If Zhao was the king of the mountain, he would definitely choose to carry out the robbery here.
This thought made him rein in the reins. The black horse snorted, exhaled a stream of warm white air in the cold wind, and stopped in place.
"Brother, there's something strange here. Come out and have a look." Zhao Zheng still couldn't call Mo Yunzi brother, and usually could only call him brother, almost a stranger.
The two carriages in front also stopped. It was obvious that the two male servants also felt the pressure brought by this place.
Mo Yunzi poked his head out of the carriage and looked forward, his eyes as cold as the cold wind flashing with obvious emotional changes.
"There may be an ambush by bandits here. Slow down and proceed with caution." Mo Yunzi ordered and retracted into the carriage.
The two male servants urged the horses with sad faces, and the two carriages got on the road again. The group entered the valley, and the sound of horse hooves and wheels echoed between the mountain walls on the left and right, amplifying the sound several times.
Zhao Zheng followed behind on horseback, entrusting the risk to Mo Yunzi and others. With his encouragement for many days, Mo Yunzi and others set foot in dangerous territory and came to the tiger's mouth, where they might be attacked at any time.
His plan was more than half successful, and he should be happy about it, but the reality is not like that. He is very worried now and is enveloped in a kind of nervousness. Even if everything goes well, Wang Sheng and Mo Yunzi fight to the death.
, but the remaining party is still difficult to deal with. When he takes action to close the net, he will still face huge risks.
Maybe the Thunderbolt Hunyuan Bomb could come in handy and kill those two people directly.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch the package on his back. Through the layers of soft clothes, he felt the hard and powerful texture of the Thunderbolt Hunyuan Bomb. The Thunderbolt Hunyuan Bomb is very sensitive and will explode once it is impacted.
Only when it is wrapped in layers can you carry it with confidence.
When we went deep into the heart of the valley, a crisp sound suddenly came from above, like two stones colliding together. Soon, the sound quickly amplified, and more similar sounds appeared. There were dense and loud sounds.
Combined together, it looks like a mountain collapse.
Zhao Zheng quickly raised his head and looked at the source of the sound. In his bright and clear eyes, many rapidly enlarging stones were reflected. These stones were falling downwards and were about to hit their heads.
"A stone is falling, everyone, get out of the way!" Zhao Zheng shouted at the top of his lungs, grabbing the reins a little tighter to strengthen his control over the horses.
As soon as he finished speaking, a light cyan figure flew out of the carriage in front and landed on the ground. It was Mo Yunzi who reacted quickly.
The two driving valets heard the warning and tried to stop, but the horses were still running forward according to their inertia.
In a flash of lightning, the rocks above fell down, about a dozen of them, mainly hitting the front and rear of the carriage. These stones penetrated deeply into the ground, trapping the carriage in the middle. There were only two stones.
It landed on the heads of a group of people, one of which hit the corner of the carriage shed, smashing the wood into pieces, and the other one landed on top of Mo Yunzi's head, but Mo Yunzi nimbly dodged it.
Zhao Zheng looked at the stones piled up in front of him and behind him. It was obvious that these stones did not fall naturally, but were thrown down man-made. Unexpectedly, his previous guess came true, and the bandits really used the insidious method of stone-throwing attack.
More stones fell down, still aiming at the roads in front and behind the carriage team. The stones piled up into a one-meter-high stone wall, which acted as a considerable deterrent, making people dare not move forward or retreat. The horses were all frightened.
Neighing loudly and raising their front hooves wildly, they wanted to turn around and retreat, but the road was too narrow, causing both carriages to get stuck between the mountain walls, unable to advance or retreat.
Compared with the horses, Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi seemed much calmer. They both raised their heads and stared at the sky, judging the trajectory of the falling stone, and at the same time looking for the enemy's position. Zhao Zheng wanted to know what was going on.
Which group of bandits, I can’t get the answer for the time being.
There is a flat mountain road above the rock wall on the right, like a belt, wrapping around the entire mountain.
Wang Sheng stood on this mountain road with a smirk on his face, looking down at the situation below. On both sides of him, there were more than a dozen subordinates standing, and on the opposite mountain, there were also more than a dozen subordinates, adding up to a total of
There were more than thirty people. There were many stones piled at the feet of these people, and many of them were throwing the stones down hard.
"Young men, please be more accurate when betting, but don't smash the carriage. There may be gold, silver, jewelry and antique jades inside. If it is smashed, it will be worthless." Wang Sheng said with a bad smile. Behind his back, there was a
He wears a golden broadsword, the blade is as dazzling as gold, but it is not actually gold, but is made of a variety of minerals, and its texture is tougher than gold.
The bandits pushed or threw the stones down the mountain. The stones collided violently in the mountains, and more gravel fell to the ground together. The increasing number of stones almost blocked the roads at both ends. Not to mention the carriage, it was
Even horses can't get over these rocks.
"Okay, there are enough rocks on both sides. Next, use rocks to hit the two people below to see how their skills are." Wang Sheng raised his hand and changed the order.
Most of the bandits stopped and did not move rashly. Only a few bandits with stronger arms continued to work, lifting rocks and throwing them at Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi.
Mo Yunzi raised his head and calculated the trajectory of the falling stones, and took steps to avoid the dangerous stones. Zhao Zheng was also forced to dodge. In order to hide his true strength, he deliberately pretended to be embarrassed and fell off the horse.
, rolled to the side. He pretended to be very realistic, as if he had avoided two falling rocks by luck.
The owner of the black horse lost control and rushed forward, squeezing together with the two carriages.
More and more stones fell down, but Mo Yunzi dodged them all beautifully. The stones were stuck into the soil in a mess, like a stone formation. Zhao Zheng deliberately clung to the stone wall and entered a stone formation.
In a safe blind spot, this made him suffer a lot less attacks.
On the mountain road halfway up the mountain, Wang Sheng admired Mo Yunzi's elegant and agile dodging movements, and his smile became worse and happier.
"Li Dahu, is that person you called Mo Yunzi?" Wang Sheng asked, pointing down the mountain. He was pointing to Mo Yunzi. Zhao Zheng's acting skills deceived him as well and failed to attract him.
his attention.
"Yes, that's him. Although I can't see clearly here, I can recognize his figure." Li Dahu, who was standing next to him, replied bitterly.
"This bastard is really bragging. He doesn't have the strength of the Sixth Heaven."
"How do you say this?"
"If he had the strength of the Sixth Heaven, he would have jumped up here by now." Wang Sheng retracted his finger and pointed at the cold ground beneath his feet.
"Then what level of Heavenly Warrior is he?"
"I'm not completely sure yet. I'll have to test it myself before I know."
Wang Sheng twisted his thick neck, moved his hands and feet a few times, walked to a pile of stones, grabbed a stone with each hand, aimed at Mo Yunzi, and threw it hard. Two stones fell out of his hands, and he grabbed more.
There were so many stones that all of them were thrown at Mo Yunzi without distinction. The stones he threw were faster than those thrown by his men, and they blocked Mo Yunzi's path, making it more difficult to dodge.
Mo Yunzi turned into an afterimage, his feet spinning, and the corners of his clothes fluttering, like light blue leaves floating on the white lake. He dodged six stones in a row, and when he dodged for the seventh time, there appeared
Due to the lack of strength, the corner of his clothes was cut by a falling stone, and the cloth was stuck in the snow along with the stone.
This small detail exposed Mo Yunzi's "industry".
"Haha, this kid hasn't even reached the fifth heaven, he's just a warrior from the fourth heaven. It seems there's no need to be afraid of him. Let's go down together to kill him and divide the property in the two carriages. I think
The wheels of the carriage are deeply imprinted, and there should be a lot of good things inside." Wang Sheng laughed twice, turned around, grabbed a rope, and threw it downwards.
The bandits cheered, as if the money on the two carriages had been put into their pockets. They also imitated the mountain king and threw down the ropes tied to the nails on the mountain wall. Dozens of ropes were floating in the cold wind.
It swayed in the middle, looking like the cables on a sailboat.
Wang Sheng grabbed the rough rope with his bare hands and jumped down with a cry. The friction between his palms and the rope produced scalding heat. In comparison, the bandits fell much slower, and they all had to climb down.
There are no falling stones in the sky, but there are things that are more dangerous than falling stones.
The length of the rope reached straight to the ground, but Wang Sheng jumped down in mid-air and landed heavily on the snow, sandwiched between the carriage and Mo Yunzi.
Both Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi recognized Wang Sheng's identity, because the movement of his whereabouts just now could only be performed by warriors above the fourth level. On this Soul-Destroying Road, only bandits with such abilities can do it.
Wang Sheng alone.
Wang Sheng turned his head and smiled at Mo Yunzi, who had a cold and arrogant face: "Little bastard, you have come to a place you shouldn't have come to. This is my territory. You have to pay tolls when you come here." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
