"What tolls?" Mo Yunzi asked indifferently.

"Tolls are divided into two things, one thing is the property of the car, and the other thing is your life!" Wang Sheng untied the golden knife he was carrying, and pointed the tip of the knife that refracted the golden light at Mo Yunzi.

"Are you so sure you can kill me?"

"It's just a fourfold heavenly martial artist, and it's not as easy to kill as cutting vegetables and melons." Wang Sheng said contemptuously.

Mo Yunzi was silent on the surface, but an imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes. He slowly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword he was carrying, and said lightly: "Don't underestimate the Fourfold Heavenly Martial Artists, the gap between the realms of the Onefold Heaven is not much. ”

"Don't fool yourself there, I'll let you know the difference between a fivefold heavenly martial artist and a fourfold heavenly martial artist, and this will be the last thing you learn before you die." Wang Sheng pressed the golden knife in his hand, and the internal force around his body rolled out, forming a substantial storm, rolling up the falling snow on the ground and flying into the sky.

"If you have the ability, just let the horses come. I hope the knife in your hand is as good as your mouth. Mo Yunzi pulled out the Cold Blade Sword, but it didn't stir up the internal force, and he still seemed so calm. The cold wind blew, raising the corners of his tattered pale cyan clothes.

As he spoke, the other bandits climbed down the rope one after another, blocking the front and back of the carriage procession. They did not rush to attack, but watched the battle on both sides with their blades in hand. They knew very well in their hearts that the key to victory or defeat was not them, but whether the Mountain King could successfully kill Mo Yunzi, and what they had to do now was to prevent others from escaping, as well as cheer for the Mountain King.

Zhao Zheng wanted to defend against those bandits, but saw that those minions did not attack. and did not act rashly. Instead, continue to wait and see how things develop. He focused more on Mo Yunzi and Wang Sheng. He reached out and unwrapped some of the package he was carrying, revealing an entrance for his palm to slip into. Beneath the layers of cloth lies the dangerous explosive of the Thunderbolt Bomb.

Mo Yunzi and Wang Sheng confronted each other, their eyes met, and they didn't even blink their eyes, and they were fighting momentum in silence. In comparison, Wang Sheng's momentum is even worse, and the internal force is wildly rolling snowflakes. It is like a mountain god in the wind and snow. And Mo Yunzi's momentum tends to be more restrained, condensing all his own strength together, ready to go.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but they still didn't rush to make a move, as if they were waiting for something.

The bandits waved their blades and shouted loudly, and the cacophony echoed through the valley.

A pebble fell from the mountain, which was not thrown by man, but fell naturally. In the impact of the stone throwing just now, a crack appeared in the mountain wall. This pebble fell from the crack.

The pebbles seemed to fall into a calm pool of water, setting off a circle of ripples. The calm is gone, replaced by layers of progressive water waves.

At the moment when the pebble fell on the snow, Mo Yunzi and Wang Sheng took action together and rushed towards each other with the momentum of thunder.

The knife technique practiced by Wang Sheng is called the autumn wind knife method, which is taken from the meaning of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the knife technique is wild and uninhibited, the attack is fierce, and once it moves, it is the same as the autumn wind. He kicked the ground, his muscular body rushing forward, and his internal force surged out, blowing up all the snow in his pass.

The snowflakes formed a wave of qi and slammed on Mo Yunzi's body before Wang Sheng, like a white giant beast's mouth, swallowing Mo Yunzi whole.

Mo Yunzi still restrained his strength, let the wind and snow blow, and did not waste his strength to fight against it.

Wang Sheng jumped to the top of Mo Yunzi's head in the air, his hand rose and fell, cutting through the wind and snow, his internal force and golden light were intertwined, covering the outside of the knife blade, making the striking surface expand several times. The blade, which was originally more than one meter long, suddenly expanded to as much as three meters!

If it was a Quadruple Heavenly Martial Man facing this sword, it would almost be a mortal situation, but Mo Yunzi was not the Quadruple Heavenly Martial Man that Wang Sheng expected!

It's time to use your true strength!

Mo Yunzi's originally ancient eyes burst out with a ferocious light like a beast at this moment, and his speed of action suddenly accelerated, no less than Wang Sheng. He used Zu Xuan's swordsmanship to calculate the flaw of Wang Sheng's first sword, turned sideways to avoid the edge of the blade, and then took out his sword to point at the back of Wang Sheng's neck.

This seemingly simple sword contains an extremely strong internal force, tearing a gap in the internal force that envelops Wang Sheng's body and penetrating into it.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng secretly shouted: "Oops, he was deceived by this little rabbit cub, his strength is more than the Four Heavens!" He hurriedly changed his move, his body spun in mid-air, and the blade that had fallen vertically swept to the side, and went forward to resist the stabbing sword.

These changes and reactions were all within the calculation of Zu Xuan's swordsmanship, Mo Yunzi flipped his wrist in just a moment, and the sword stabbed diagonally turned into a diagonal stab, stabbing Wang Sheng's left shoulder, and the internal force tore through the tough skin, and then penetrated into the crack of the bone.

Mo Yunzi flashed a trace of fierceness, his wrist increased his strength, and the power was transmitted to the tip of the sword, which exploded in the wound, and the flesh and broken bones flew out of it, especially the fierceness of the power.

Wang Sheng's complexion changed drastically, and he could hardly believe what he was seeing, just a small miscalculation caused his left arm to be scrapped, and he could no longer move, so he could only try his best to cling to his ribs.

The two of them used old moves and fell to the ground one after another. Wang Sheng was seriously injured and was at a disadvantage, and immediately launched a frantic counterattack after landing, holding the big golden knife in one hand, dancing impenetrable, forcing Mo Yunzi to retreat.

Mo Yunzi jumped lightly and deliberately stood on the upper hand, occupying the advantage. A drop of blood slid down the tip of Leng Feng's sword and fell to the ground, as if a red flower had bloomed.

"Little rabbit, it turns out that you hid your true strength just now!" Wang Sheng's eyes were red and he said angrily.

"Soldiers are not tired of deceit, and warriors are as cunning and changeable as soldiers, and when fighting, the enemy's moves, words, and even eyes can be deadly traps. These words will be the last thing you learn before you die. Mo Yunzi returned what Wang Sheng had said before.

Wang Sheng was so angry that he clenched his steel teeth, eager to devour Mo Yunzi alive. In fact, he didn't take the enemy lightly just now. That knife used almost ninety percent of his strength. But it's because of the lack of the last percent's strength. He lost his left arm. He should have done his best just now, in that case, it would never be the situation he is in now.

In a battle between martial artists of the same strength, just a little mistake can be fatal.

The surrounding bandits saw that the king of the mountain was seriously injured, and they were shaken, and the timid became cowardly, and they cursed in a bad temper, but no one dared to rush forward to stir up the battle with the two masters.

Wang Sheng looked at the wound on his left arm. A large amount of blood poured out of it, quickly staining the clothes red. The blood was steaming white in the cold winter, and this heat was the power of life. He raised his right hand, intending to use the hilt of his knife to stop the bleeding. But Mo Yunzi didn't give him this chance, as soon as he raised his knife, Mo Yunzi attacked violently.

The Leng Feng Sword turned into a cold light that was colder than ice and snow, and went straight to Wang Sheng's choked throat, forcing Wang Sheng to withdraw his hand that was trying to point the acupoint and make a move to resist. Leng Fengjian drew a circle halfway. Instead, he attacked Wang Sheng's left arm, which was already injured. Injury means that there are flaws, and Zu Xuan's best swordsmanship is to seize the enemy's flaws and attack fiercely.

Wang Sheng shouted angrily and flipped the big golden sword up and down, blocking Leng Fengjian's attack. The blade of the sword collided with the blade, and the two internal forces collided violently, and the two sides were impacted and each bounced away. As soon as Mo Yunzi landed, he pounced again, this time still staring at the wound on Wang Sheng's left shoulder.

The two of them were equal in terms of speed, internal strength, and moves, but Wang Sheng was seriously injured, so Mo Yunzi had the upper hand. This advantage will have a subtle effect on the hearts of the two, so that the disadvantaged party will fall into a greater disadvantage, and the dominant party will gain a greater advantage.

Mo Yunzi took advantage of the victory to pursue, like a ghostly shadow, frequently appearing by Wang Sheng's side, flickering left and right, erratic. Wang Sheng was like a trapped beast in a trap, defeated and retreated under Mo Yunzi's fierce attack, and soon had two more wounds on his body. The blood that kept gushing out represented his lost vitality.

When the grappling reached the tenth round, Wang Sheng saw the opportunity and tried to recover the decline, making the killing move "Chunsheng Autumn Kill" in the Zhaoqiu Feng knife technique, the blade drew a few diagonal lines in mid-air, and the knife attacked Mo Yunzi's vital point. This move was very powerful, but the trajectory of the knife was seen through by Mo Yunzi, he dodged all the attacks, and stabbed the sword through the gap in the knife, leaving a new wound on Wang Sheng's body.

Wang Sheng's killing moves were broken, his sword technique tended to be disordered, and the air and earth were cut by the sword light, but he couldn't cut the enemy.

Mo Yunzi suddenly dodged away, admiring the beautiful blood color on the tip of the sword, and mocked: "Your sword technique is too savage, although there are many attacks, but there is a lack of defense, and great flaws will be exposed while attacking." This is my least favorite type of martial arts because it lacks beauty. ”

"Little rabbit cub, you are ruthless today, we will meet another day!" Wang Sheng scolded, tightened his stomach and lifted his breath, jumped up high, and landed on a small bulge on the smooth mountain wall on the left. It looked like he was going to run away.

Wang Sheng is the backbone of all the bandits, and as soon as he ran away like this, the other bandits were all dumbfounded, and those who reacted quickly also ran backwards.

Mo Yunzi chased after him with his sword and jumped lightly on the mountain wall. He showed a sneer, this kind of pursuit would expose Wang Sheng's back, but it would speed up the speed of death.

Zhao Zheng saw that both of them jumped away, his heart suddenly hung up, and he put his hand into the package behind him, thinking about whether to take this opportunity to throw the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt over. This throwing opportunity is not very good, it is not easy to hit, and Mo Yunzi and Wang Sheng still have strong combat effectiveness, if the shot fails, it will lead to disastrous consequences. He hesitated, but did not act rashly.

Mo Yunzi caught up with Wang Sheng and stabbed a sword into the air towards Wang Sheng's back, and the tip of the sword shot out an internal force, like an invisible arrow. This internal force shot out by the sword body is the sword qi that Jianghu people often mention.

Wang Sheng's ears moved, and relying on the sensitive hearing that only the five heavenly martial artists had, he judged the direction of the sword qi attack, turned his back on the golden knife in his hand, and used the back of the sword to properly block the attack of the sword qi. The sword qi could easily penetrate even stones, but it failed to break through the blade, leaving only a clear dent on it.

Mo Yunzi then took out three swords in a row, and Wang Sheng relied on his ability to listen to the sound and defend the position, and blocked three times in succession, blocking all the sword qi, and the three sword qi did not stand an inch. This ability to stop the enemy's attack without looking back is very powerful. Even Mo Yunzi had to give a thumbs up in his heart.

The two chased and fought in mid-air. Follow a zigzag trajectory. Keep jumping up the rock face, getting farther and farther away from the ground.

Mo Yunzi was accumulating strength in his hand, intending to strike more sword qi, but at this moment, Wang Sheng, who had originally jumped upward, suddenly turned around, killed a horse pistol, and slashed down the big golden knife in his hand. This time it was Mo Yunzi's turn to be caught off guard, and the clothes on his chest were torn apart by the knife qi. A blood-red line emerged, but fortunately the wound was not deep.

It turned out that Wang Sheng's escape was just a disguise, and his move, which was similar to the return of the horse pistol, was the same as "Spring Life and Autumn Kill", and it was also a powerful killing move in the Autumn Wind Knife Technique, which was specially used in difficult situations, and often received miraculous results. Wang Sheng relied on this trick to kill a martial artist who was much more powerful than himself.

In the process of chasing, Mo Yunzi has been below all the time, and when fighting in mid-air, this position is very disadvantageous, plus he is injured. was caught off guard again, and suddenly fell into a disadvantage.

Wang Sheng turned the tide of the war. It became the side of the fierce attack, and when he waved the big golden knife in his hand, the golden sword qi drew a beautiful and brilliant semicircle.

For the first time in the battle, Mo Yunzi showed a solemn expression, dodging the sword qi while resisting with his sword, and whenever the swords intersected, they would collide with a spark-like divergent light.

Wang Sheng didn't give Mo Yunzi a chance to settle down, causing the two to fall down quickly together, and all the confrontations were carried out in mid-air without any borrowing point, and the danger was far greater than fighting on the ground. This special situation affected the calculation of Zu Xuan's swordsmanship, Mo Yunzi was hit by two swords in a row, if it weren't for the strong bones of his body, I am afraid that he would have been cut into several sections by the sword qi.

When the two fall to the ground, the person below will be the first to lean against the ground, which will cause the body to fall into a deadly pause.

Mo Yunzi thought of this in advance during the crisis, but this situation was beyond the calculation range of Zu Xuan's sword technique, and he could only find a way to deal with it by himself. Wang Sheng didn't leave him much time to think, and the offensive became more and more intensive.

At the moment of life and death, Mo Yunzi chose a very bold and difficult countermeasure, he threw the sword in his hand down, let the tip of the sword fall to the ground first, and inserted it into the ground. Wang Sheng's fierce offensive continued, and the brilliant golden sword qi seemed to have turned into a blooming yellow flower.

Mo Yunzi did not have the sword in his hand, and could only meet the enemy by dodging, which caused him to suffer more injuries.

The two fell to a foot above the ground, Wang Sheng made the last move in the killing move, and a large number of surging knife qi enveloped Mo Yunzi, once Mo Yunzi's back was attached to the ground, he would completely lose the space to dodge.

Mo Yunzi's falling position was exactly above the Leng Feng Sword, and at the moment before he landed, he clamped the hilt of the sword pointing straight to the sky with his feet, stirred his feet hard, and bounced to the side with the power of the bending of the sword body, and at the same time hooked the hilt with the instep of his foot, pulling the Leng Feng Sword out of the ground.

Wang Sheng's sword qi then slashed on the ground, the knife light surging and rolling, and the ground was cut out of several neat cracks. His fatal knife was ultimately missed, and he failed to force Mo Yunzi into a corner.

Mo Yunzi then also fell to the ground, and the cold blade sword that had killed countless people returned to his hand, exuding a chill.

At this time, the bandits had already dispersed in a hurry, and only Mo Yunzi's servants and Zhao Zheng were left around, and it became much more empty.

The cold wind whistled, and this time it was not only the floating snow that rolled up, but also the blood dripping from the two of them.

"Little bunny, you know it's awesome, right? The person who has the last laugh today must be me! Wang Sheng reversed the defeat and smiled at Mo Yunzi.

"You're going to die laughing, I promise." Mo Yunzi was not depressed by the momentary defeat, he was still very calm, and he didn't even go to check the wound.

Both of them understand that the other party is difficult to deal with, and there will be no good results if they continue to fight, but at this point, there is no room for maneuver. Once either side mentions peace, it will completely lose its momentum, and there will be only a dead end at that time. Therefore, the two can only continue to fight!

"Ah!!h Wang Sheng roared wildly, stepped on the red footprints made of blood, and ran to Mo Yunzi on the opposite side, squeezing the little internal force left in his body, and used a killing move in the Autumn Wind Sword Technique.

Mo Yunzi also tried his best to deal with it, relying on his sharp five senses to collect a large amount of information, and make massive calculations in his mind, drawing a death trajectory for the enemy, which seemed to be drawn by the Yama King holding the judge's pen, with beautiful lines and full of cruelty.

Wang Sheng swung ten swords in a row, and the sword qi surged to an unprecedented level, as if he wanted to compete with the white scorching sun above the sky.

Mo Yunzi only stabbed out a sword, and this sword made several turns in the middle of the way, and finally hit the enemy's body.

The two of them were separated from each other in a flash, and both were injured. Wang Sheng almost knelt down on one knee, but he held on. The corners of Mo Yunzi's mouth overflowed with blood, and he didn't know that it came out of that part of the internal organs. The two of them turned around in unison and fought to the death again.

The two fought like this, separated, fought, separated, repeated this process, this desperate style of play, and finally decided the winner.

The first person to fall was Wang Sheng, his moves were not as ingenious as Zu Xuan's swordsmanship after all, and he was stabbed in the throat by a sword. The surviving Moyunzi was not much better, his body was full of wounds.

Mo Yunzi plunged his sword into the snow, knelt on one knee, gasped for breath, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and groped for life-saving pills in his arms.

Two people were killed and one was injured, and only half of their lives were left for those who survived. For Zhao Zheng, who was watching the game next to him, this was the best result.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, the yellow finch is behind, and now it's time for his yellow finch to appear.

Zhao Zheng walked towards Mo Yunzi step by step, wanting to shorten the distance and send Mo Yunzi on his last journey. The place he passed through had deep dents left by the sword qi, like this level of attack, he couldn't use it for the time being, this is what he will pursue in the future.

Mo Yunzi heard Zhao Zheng's footsteps and squinted over.

"Brother, to celebrate your victory, I'm going to give you a gift." Zhao Zheng took out the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt from the package behind him and threw it heavily at Mo Yunzi's feet. (To be continued.) )