Zhao Zheng's conspiracy succeeded, and his joy was beyond words. Seeing that it was still early, he invited everyone to go on the road with him, and to walk a little longer before it got dark. Mo Yunzi silently agreed and returned to the carriage. Everyone re-hit the road, leaving a messy horse's hoof prints on the floating snow of the Broken Soul Road.

Walking on the road, Zhao Zheng's eyes often glanced at both sides of the road, hoping to see the figure of the bandit, as long as he encountered the bandit, it would cause a conflict between the bandit and Mo Yunzi. Although the bandit he encountered was not necessarily the big golden knife Wang Sheng, even if Mo Yunzi killed other bandits, he would indirectly alarm Wang Sheng, and it was only a matter of time before Wang Sheng was brought in.

One mind is looking forward to being able to meet bandits in the Broken Soul Dao, and there is probably only Zhao Zheng who is such a person.

It's a pity that the heavens did not fulfill Zhao Zheng's small wish, and they did not meet the bandits until dark. I don't know if it's because the year is bad and the bandits have changed careers, or because they haven't gone far enough to go deep into the bandit-infested area.

It was completely dark, and everyone was sleepy and tired, so they couldn't hurry anymore and stopped on the side of the road. Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi's servants, as usual, each found an open space to make a fire to cook, and then ate their own food to fill their stomachs.

After Zhao Zheng finished eating, he looked around at the dark night, wondering if there would be bandits from here, but the night was quiet, only the wind whistled, and not even half a figure could be seen. He was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he wanted to make some noise, so he proposed to talk with Mo Yunzi and others.

Mo Yunzi had a withdrawn personality and did not agree, so he returned to the carriage after eating. I don't know if I want to meditate or sleep. The two maids felt that the place was dangerous. also hid in the carriage early. Only two valets were left to keep vigil in turn. The manservant was afraid that the fire would be too conspicuous in the night, so he extinguished the fire early.

Zhao Zheng didn't give up, and deliberately found two male servants to chat, occasionally interspersed with two jokes to make the two laugh. The occasional laughter rang out so far in the quiet night that it seemed to be heard from the sky. He spoke a lot, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and his sleepiness disappeared.

Mo Yunzi in the carriage couldn't listen anymore. felt that Zhao Zheng was too noisy, so he opened the curtain and scolded a few times.

How dare Zhao Zheng provoke this plague god, he immediately closed his mouth, returned to his tent, and lay down to rest. Not long after he lay down, he regained his sleepiness and gradually fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, one of the people in charge of the vigil suddenly let out an exclamation, waking everyone up.

Zhao Zheng woke up from his sleep and hurriedly grabbed the saber beside him. Sit up. He wanted to rush out to see what was going on, but considering that ordinary martial artists shouldn't have such a quick reaction speed. Instead of doing so, he stayed in his tent and eavesdropped on the movements.

Mo Yunzi's reaction was so fast, he had already jumped outside at this time, stood on the road, and asked, "In the middle of the night, what are you screaming?" ”

"Young master, I saw a figure in the forest! It seems to be bandits! The night's watchman pointed to the chaotic and uncertain night, and replied hastily.

Mo Yunzi frowned, raised his right hand, put it on the hilt of the sword he was carrying, and stared at the night. He forced an internal force into his eyes, and his pupils changed significantly, and while contracting, even some lens patterns changed.

The martial artist's fivefold heavenly realm is called "deaf and clear", and when it reaches this realm, in addition to the obvious increase in internal force, the five senses will also be greatly improved, the eyes will become able to farsightedness and night vision, and the ears will also become audible when the needles fall, and the sense of taste, smell, and touch will also be improved accordingly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, there was only a faint shadow in the night, and even if you looked closely, you couldn't really see it, but in the eyes of the Five Heavenly Warriors, there was a different scene in the night, with a clear outline.

Mo Yunzi glanced around the woods twice, but he didn't see half a figure, he withdrew his hand pressed on the hilt of his sword, glared at the manservant fiercely, and said, "You are too nervous, you are dazzled, there is nothing in the forest at all." ”

"Really? But I had seen something swaying in the woods and some footsteps. The manservant muttered.

"I said, there's nothing in the woods, don't scare yourself anymore." Mo Yunzi left the manservant who was apprehensive, returned to the carriage, and continued to rest.

The manservant was still uneasy, and scanned his surroundings nervously, as if something dangerous would come at him at any moment in the night.

Zhao Zheng listened to this conversation in his ears, and knew that it was just an empty joy, and the bandits did not come at all. He let his guard down, slowly placed the Sword of One Life beside him, and lay down again. Through his contact in the past few days, he has determined that Mo Yunzi has the strength of the Five Heavens, and with this strength, it is enough to see through the surrounding darkness, and Mo Yunzi said that there are no bandits around, so there should be no bandits.

The little turmoil passed, and there were no special incidents that night.

The next day, the group was back on the road. In the past, when he was in a hurry, Zhao Zheng liked to run in front of the fast horse, but now he has changed his mind and deliberately falls behind every time, so that if he encounters bandits, he can let Mo Yunzi take the lead, which is exactly what he wants.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp thud pierced the sky, shot from the mountainside on one side, and in an instant hit the carriage, the tail of the arrow swaying.

The manservant who was driving the horse heard the commotion, looked back, and saw the trembling arrows, and exclaimed in fright, and the sound was better than the previous night. He hurriedly grabbed the reins of the two horses, not daring to go any further, and the carriage behind him also stopped.

Immediately afterward, more arrows were fired, and they came from different directions, all aimed at the carriage. One arrow was stuck in the snow, and more were stuck in the wagon, and just as the last arrow was about to hit the cart, a cold light flew out of the curtain and shot the arrow down.

Mo Yunzi jumped out with a frosty face, his wrist rotated, and the hilt of the sword in his hand drew a blue light, leaving a brand new mark on the hilt, which was left when he hit the arrow.

"Which thief is so anxious to send him to death, he dares to stop my car." Mo Yunzi snorted coldly and looked fearlessly in the direction where the bow and arrow were fired. The arrows were not shot by a single man, but he took a quick glance and saw two archers hiding behind the dead grass on the mountainside.

"This friend has lifted us, we have no way to come at all, we just have a little bit of money to spend, get together, grab a little money to spend." The leader of the bandits on the mountain replied loudly and walked down without fear. He was tall and burly, carrying a plate axe in his hand and wearing a torn jacket with patches. It seems that he is not lying, and his family is indeed poor.

Two other bandits accompanied the leader, both with their men in their hands, while the archers, who were scattered around, remained motionless, still hiding behind various covers, their bowstrings clasped tightly in their hands.

Looking at this posture, the division of labor of these bandits is quite clear, some are responsible for close combat, and some are responsible for long-range deterrence.

Zhao Zheng saw it really from behind, and when he saw that he finally met a group of bandits, his heart blossomed, and he grabbed the reins and looked around, judging the number and location of the bandits.

"You can rob, but you shouldn't put your mind on my head. Today you have committed a capital crime by wounding my beloved carriage with a bow and arrow, so hurry up and say your last words. Mo Yunzi's eyes narrowed slightly, his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he was full of murderous energy.

"This friend, money is something outside the body, you don't bring it in life, you don't take it in death, I advise you not to fight with us for a little stinky money. Although our group of people live by robbery, they only seek money, not life. As long as you don't resist and obediently hand over the money to us, we promise not to hurt a single hair of you, and we are responsible for escorting you all the way to the outside of the Broken Soul Path, so that you can leave here safe and sound, do you think? The bandit leader said, shaking the axe. He and his two fierce accomplices stood still on the mountainside, looking at Mo Yunzi condescendingly.

"That's your last word?" Mo Yunzi asked coldly, not taking what the bandit leader said just now.

"Hehe, it seems that you still haven't seen the situation clearly, we have more people than you, and there are several good archers in ambush on the mountain, if you use force, you must be the one who suffers."

"There are a lot of people, and a group of ants still want to bite the elephant to death." Mo Yunzi snorted and drew his sword out of its sheath.

"This friend, I can see that you can do martial arts, but you have to know that even if you know martial arts, you can't dodge the bow and arrow, if you dare to mess around, be careful of being pierced by random arrows!" The bandit leader threatened.

"I want to see if your arrows are fast or my swords are fast!" As soon as Mo Yunzi's words fell, he stepped on the ground with both feet, flew into the air, and jumped up the mountain with his sword.

"Damn, toast and don't eat and drink, brother on the mountain, shoot him to death for me!" The bandit leader was angry.

Several arrows came down from the mountain, but none of them hit and landed in the snow. After all, the size of a person is much smaller than a carriage, and it is difficult to aim, these bandits are just a rabble, but there are no sharpshooters in it.

Mo Yunzi's speed was as fast as a blast wind, even a lot faster than Zhao Zheng, and he approached the three bandits on the mountainside in a few longitudinal crosses, scaring the three of them into the face of dirt.

"Oops, hit a hard nail." The bandit leader wanted to run, but it was too late, so he could only swing an axe to meet Mo Yunzi in a hurry.

Mo Yunzi practiced the ancestral swordsmanship, using mathematical principles, and when making moves, he had to make quick calculations according to the situation of the battle, and calculate the enemy's attack trajectory, flaws in his moves, and the best response plan. He glanced at the bandit's clumsy moves, instantly figured out how to deal with them, and stabbed him with a sword. The tip of the sword was like a thunderbolt from the sky, crossing the trajectory of the plate axe, and slammed into the center of the bandit's eyebrows, killing the bandit leader.

The words that the bandit leader just said really became his last words. (To be continued.) )