The blood light bloomed in front of everyone's eyes, bringing a touch of warmth to the bleak winter day, and the two bandits next to them showed a frightened look, and they forgot to fight back for a while. However, with their superficial skills, even if they counterattack, they will only hit the stone with an egg.

Mo Yunzi withdrew his sword, his eyes moving to the left and then to the right. In his eyes, the whole world has become a pile of lines and figures, the lines represent the trajectory of the sword, the numbers represent the required strength, and under the large and rapid calculation, everything is accurate to the minute.

Precise, yet deadly!

He unleashed his next sword along the calculated trajectory, and the sword arced in the cold wind, easily carrying away the other two stained beings.

Due to the speed of the sword, although the three bandits were mortally wounded, they did not die on the spot, and had to struggle for a short time before dying. They covered their wounds, screamed, cursed. The blood from the wound stained the snow red, like a cruel painter painting.

In the world of mathematics, superfluous formulas are not liked, and the same is true of Zu Xuan's swordsmanship, once the sword moves to kill the enemy, there is no need to waste any more energy on the enemy.

Mo Yunzi jumped with his sword in his hand and ran towards the nearest archer. A line of death was drawn in his eyes, a line that connected all the bandits on the mountain, and not half of it was missed. If there are other hidden bandits who show their heads, the line will be extended without mercy.

The archer did not flee, either out of bravery or because he was frightened. He attached an arrow to the bowstring made of ox tendon, and his gaze followed the flickering tip of the arrow to the figure flying through the air, which was too fast. It caused great difficulties for aiming.

In a trance, he felt that the tip of the arrow and the figure were connected into a line. I let go of my fingers, which were a little stiff from the cold wind. Arrows rang out.

Probably with a lot of luck, the arrow was surprisingly accurate, and it shot at Mo Yunzi's chest in a straight line.

Mo Yunzi didn't dodge or dodge, and stabbed out a sword in the face of the arrow, and a layer of internal force swayed on the tough sword, and the internal force finally left the sword and turned into a white light.

The internal force collides with the arrow in mid-air, creating a little spark. Relying on the sharpness and power that surpasses it, the arrow is torn in half. The broken arrow bounced off the sides, and the internal force continued until it reached the archer's brain.

Another bandit died.

The other bandits saw that the momentum was not good, and they all shouted in the wind, but their foot speed was no different from that of a snail in Moyunzi's opinion.

Mo Yunzi continued to pursue, and it was easy to catch up with those fleeing bandits, and his sword fell, one sword at a time, which seemed easier than chopping vegetables and melons. He ran on the mountainside for a few minutes. Kill all nine bandits, leaving only one alive for questioning. The rest of the lucky ones were already scared. Tell it all.

In fact, there is nothing to say, this group of people is just a rabble, gathered together for various reasons, and stayed here to rob. They seldom get people, and when they do, they sit on the ground and share the spoils, most of them share a little, and the bandits share a little.

Mo Yunzi asked about the bandit forces here, and who were the most powerful bandits. The man replied one by one, did not dare to conceal it, mentioned Wang Sheng, the leading boss here, and told him about things related to Wang Sheng. When he learned that Wang Sheng actually had the strength of the Five Heavens, Mo Yunzi's expression fluctuated significantly, but he quickly calmed down.

"I'll spare you a dog's life. Thou hast run errands for me, and thou hast sent a message to the king of the mountain along the way, so that they may be with me whenever and wherever they come, despite the trouble that come to me. Also, remember to tell them that I have reached the Sixfold Heaven Realm, and let them weigh their own weight before making a move. Mo Yunzi looked down at the kneeling bandit and said coldly.

"Okay, I'll bring the words." The bandit turned pale with fright and nodded repeatedly.

"It's none of your business, you get out." Mo Yunzi waved his hand.

The bandits were pardoned, and they crawled away with them.

Zhao Zheng stayed at the foot of the mountain, saw everything clearly, and had a deeper understanding of Mo Yunzi's strength. Mo Yunzi's strength should be in the Fifth Heaven, not as terrifying as the Sixth Heaven, and what he said just now was just to deceive the bandits. The reason why Mo Yunzi lied should be with ulterior motives.

Mo Yunzi walked down the mountain, without the thunder of the previous killing, and looked very leisurely.

"Brother Tai has reached the Sixfold Heaven realm at a young age, which is really powerful." Zhao Zheng had a solemn expression on his face when he spoke, wanting to make it out.

"You heard everything I said to the bandits on the hillside?" Mo Yunzi asked with an eyebrow.

"I heard it, I didn't expect there to be so many bandits on this road, and I wouldn't have taken the risk of taking this road if I knew it was so. But luckily, we've only been gone for less than two days, and it's still too late to turn back. Zhao Zheng said tentatively.

"If I want to go back to you, I won't go back. If you say it, you will spill the water, and now that I have sent a letter of challenge to the local bandits, it is impossible to run away. ”

Zhao Zheng heard Mo Yunzi say this, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if Mo Yunzi really turned around and left here, it would be a waste of all his efforts. He praised with a smile: "Brother Tai is not afraid of bandits and is brave, which is really admirable." With you, there's no need for me to go back. ”

"That maybe, you heard it just now, that bandit said that there is a mountain king here who is a five-fold heavenly martial artist, and his strength is extremely strong, even I can't guarantee that I will win."

"Brother Tai is a six-fold heavenly martial artist, a whole realm higher than him, why be afraid of him."

"I didn't go to the Sixth Heaven, I just said that on purpose. In this way, it can deter those bandits who are not in the climate, and second, it can interfere with Wang Sheng's judgment. Among the bandits of the Broken Soul Dao, only Wang Sheng posed a threat to me, and the others were not afraid at all. He has the strength of the Five Heavens, and if I go head-to-head with him, I am not completely sure, so I have to play some tricks. ”

"What kind of trick is this? Could it be...... Knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger? ”

"It's kind of like that, but I guess Wang Sheng won't believe that I'm a Sixfold Heavenly Martial Artist, but I'll be suspicious. Started to speculate wildly about my true strength. There's a chance he's overestimating me. It's also possible to underestimate me. But whether it is overestimated or underestimated, it will have an impact on him. If he had the guts to come to my trouble, it would be enough to cost him his life. Mo Yunzi glanced at Zhao Zheng, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, "Your strength is too low to comprehend these things, even if you tell you, you will play the piano to the cow." ”

"Hehe, you're right, I really didn't understand." Zhao Zheng deliberately pretended to be stupid. In fact, he already understood Mo Yunzi's intentions. This lie will indeed have an impact on Wang Sheng, although the effect is small, but it is like a spike piercing into the flesh, and it has a real effect.

If Wang Sheng believed that Mo Yunzi was a Sixfold Heavenly Martial Artist, he would definitely be afraid and would not dare to trouble Mo Yunzi. If Wang Sheng underestimated Mo Yunzi's strength, he would definitely suffer a big loss when he fought against him. Even if Wang Sheng guessed that Mo Yunzi was a five-fold heavenly martial artist, he would feel a huge pressure and be affected.

Mo Yunzi lied that he was a Sixfold Heavenly Martial Artist, and it was precisely this effect that he wanted to achieve.

Of course. Mo Yunzi is not Zhuge Liang, and he is not sure that the bandits who let him go will definitely bring the words to Wang Sheng. It's just a matter of talking about people.

Zhao Zheng felt that things were more volatile and uncertain than expected, and he was a little worried that things were out of his control, but he was also a little inexplicably excited, as if he was expecting something. With such a delicate mood in mind, he followed Mo Yunzi's two carriages and hit the road again.

Several of the bandits' corpses on the hillside were abandoned in the wild, and their body temperature was reduced to the extreme under the ravages of the cold wind.

……

The Broken Soul Road was built along the mountain, flanked by mountains, and in this cold winter, the mountains were devoid of verdant wrapping, revealing a craggy dark mountain, which looked like sharp teeth sticking out of the earth. Among these mountains, there are many natural caves, the largest and most complex of which is occupied by the Great Golden Sword King Sheng.

At this time, Wang Sheng was sitting in the stone hall excavated in the hinterland of the cave, holding the greasy chicken leg in one hand, and holding the lady who had been robbed for many years in the other, watching the two subordinates wrestling shirtless with great interest.

There were a lot of bandits around him, these people were eating and drinking, watching the excitement in the field, as if they had left all the disturbances of the outside world behind.

The level of the two wrestlers is actually not very good, it is not so much wrestling as fighting.

In Wang Sheng's eyes, this level of fighting is very pediatric, but he still watches it with relish, because these two people are performing for him, fighting for him, and everything is for him. He enjoyed this feeling of being like an earth emperor, and it was wonderful that he was the supreme being in this small world.

There is wine, meat, women, and fun, what more can a husband ask for?

At least Wang Sheng has nothing to pursue, he has been very happy in the years he has been the king of the mountain, otherwise he would not have occupied this place and refused to leave.

The battle between the two wrestlers took matters further, with one of the small-eyed wrestlers pinching the back of his neck and slamming the other wrestler with curly hair by the hand. Fortunately, there was a blanket made of animal skins on the ground, which reduced the impact of the fall.

The small-eyed wrestler deliberately violated the rules by chasing after his opponent fell to the ground, secretly kicking his opponent in the head. The curly-haired wrestler's head was attacked, and he was in severe pain, his eyes were dizzy, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"It's only been a few hits, how did you lose so quickly? Hurry up and stand up, don't act like a. Wang Sheng hadn't seen it yet, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and sprinkled the wine on Curly's face.

The surrounding bandits rushed to heckle and urge Curly to get up and continue wrestling. The small-eyed wrestler who won the victory was very proud, yelling at the opponent who fell to the ground. Curly was unwilling, shaking his dizzy head, trying to get up and fight again.

At that moment, one of the men in charge of guarding the door of the cave led another bandit from outside.

This bandit was none other than the survivor of the gang that robbed Moyunzi. After he picked up a life, he ran directly here, intending to report Mo Yunzi's matter. He did this, firstly, because he wanted Wang Sheng to clean up Mo Yunzi, and secondly, because he had a little friendship with Wang Sheng, and if this kind of thing happened, he would definitely have to be notified.

"Guests, you guys stop first, and then continue to fight later." Wang Sheng raised his hand and ordered, and the two wrestlers stopped fighting and distanced themselves. Wang Sheng looked at the bandits who came in and asked, "Li Dahu, what kind of wind blew you here?" ”

"Brother Wang Sheng, it's not good, something is wrong! A hard nail came up from the Broken Soul Dao, claiming that his name was Mo Yunzi, our group was not his opponent, all of them were killed by him, and I was the only one who survived. The bandit named Li Dahu knelt on the ground with a pop, "Brother Wang Sheng, you must avenge my dead brothers!" ”

Li Dahu's gang of bandits can be regarded as a relatively strong force in the Soul Breaking Dao, and they were completely annihilated, proving that the person named Mo Yunzi must be very strong. Hearing the news, the surrounding bandits were moved and whispered below.

"Moyunzi?" Wang Sheng frowned, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of this person, where did he come from?" ”

"I don't know very well, he just reported his name and didn't say much, and he also claimed to be a Sixfold Heavenly Martial Artist, and I don't know if it's true or not." Li Dahu replied.

"Didn't you fight with him, how could you not know his depths?"

"We are all laymen, in our eyes, the martial artists of the fourth, fifth, and sixth heavens are all the same, how can we tell the difference."

"Will he be able to force the internal force out of his body when he makes a move?"

"I think I can, I see a white light on his sword."

"Can he fly around in the sky?"

"He's very light, but not to the point where he can fly."

"How old is he?"

"It's not big, it's in your early twenties."

"According to what you say, he shouldn't have reached the Sixth Heaven yet, he's just scaring people." Wang Sheng opened his big mouth, tore off a piece of chicken thigh, and chewed it in a big gulp, "But his strength is not too bad, at least a fourfold heavenly martial artist, and it may be even more powerful, so you can't underestimate it." How many men and horses he brought with him, and what he said, you tell me in detail. ”

Li Dahu responded, recalling the nightmarish encounter that happened two days ago, and told it in great detail.

After Wang Sheng heard this, he fell into silence and weighed whether to make a move. He knows Li Dahu's group, but he is not going to make a name for this generality, and the reason why he is interested in it is out of interests.

There are two kinds of people in the world who have the most bulging pockets, one is the imperial court, and the other is the martial arts, and these two kinds of people have the greatest harvest from robbery.

In the past two years, there have been fewer and fewer people who have passed the Soul Breaking Dao, and the money obtained by robbery is beyond their means, and Wang Sheng's money bag has long been bottomed out, and it is the time when there is a shortage of money. In his opinion, the person named Moyunzi would be a fat sheep, but this fat sheep had two sharp horns on its head, which was not easy to deal with.

Mo Yunzi is at least a fourfold heavenly martial artist, if it is only like this, it is not difficult to deal with, and he can cut it with a single sword. But if Mo Yunzi is a five-fold heavenly martial artist, or even more powerful, it will be difficult to deal with, and if he doesn't do it, he will put his life into it.

Wang Sheng thought about it again and again and decided to adopt a compromise strategy, first sending some of his subordinates to touch the details of Mo Yunzi, and then making specific decisions according to Mo Yunzi's strength.

"Someone, go get my big golden knife!" (To be continued.) )