Ahead is a narrow valley, and the road winds and stretches, like a long snow-white snake under the snow. The road is flanked by mountain walls, the one on the left forms a steep slope, and the one on the right is even more terrifying, almost completely perpendicular to the ground. Under the ravages of the bitter winter cold, the plants on the mountain have withered, revealing gray-black craggy rock masses. The cold wind whistled through the valley with snowflakes, and the sound sounded like the mournful cry of a wild beast.

The group came to the valley, and in the stark contrast of the huge mountain, they condensed into a few inconspicuous small black dots between heaven and earth. These people are Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi and others.

Zhao Zheng rode unhurriedly and followed behind, raising his head and looking up at the valley with the ups and downs of the black horse's footsteps. A few bits of sparkling snow powder brushed by, and a little bit fell on his dark eyelashes.

The whole valley looks like a deep, enclosed space, full of unsettling stress. The hillsides on both sides are ideal for ambushes, and it is only necessary to send someone to push down a few large rocks to trap passers-by in the middle. If Zhao is the king of the mountain, he will definitely choose to carry out the robbery here.

The thought made him hold on to the reins. The black horse under his crotch snorted, spewed out a hot white gas in the cold wind, and stopped in place.

"Brother, it's a little strange here, come out and take a look." Zhao Zheng still can't call Mo Yunzi a brother, and he can only be called a brother like a stranger.

The two carriages in front also stopped, and it was clear that the two manservants were also feeling the pressure of the place.

Mo Yunzi poked his head out of the carriage and looked ahead, his eyes as cold as the cold wind flashed with obvious emotional changes.

"There may be an ambush of bandits here. Slow down. Proceed carefully. Mo Yunzi commanded. Retract into the carriage.

The two manservants spurred the horses with sad faces, and the two carriages were back on the road. As the group entered the valley, the sound of horses' hooves and wheels echoed between the mountain walls on the left and right, amplifying the sound several times.

Zhao Zheng rode a horse and followed, entrusting the risk to Mo Yunzi and the others. Under his many days of fueling, Mo Yunzi and others set foot in dangerous places and came to this tiger's mouth, which could be attacked at any time.

His plan was more than half successful. I should be happy about this, but the reality is not so. He was worried now, in a state of nervousness. Even if everything goes well, Wang Sheng and Mo Yunzi fought to the death, but the remaining party is still difficult to deal with. By the time he closes the net, he'll still be at great risk.

Maybe the Thunderbolt Bomb can come in handy and kill those two people directly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch the package behind him, and through the layers of soft clothes, he felt the hard and powerful texture of the Thunderbolt Hybrid Bullet. Thunderbolt Hybrid Bullets are very sensitive. Once impacted, it will explode, only under the layers of wrapping. to be able to carry it with peace of mind.

As they descended into the heart of the valley, there was a sudden crisp sound from above, like two stones colliding together. Soon, the sound was rapidly amplified, and there were more similar sounds. The dense loud noises coalesced together, as if a mountain had collapsed.

Zhao Zheng hurriedly raised his head and looked at the source of the sound, and in his smooth and translucent eyes, many rapidly enlarged stones were reflected. The rocks were falling downwards and were about to fall on their heads.

"A stone has fallen, everyone get out of the way!" Zhao Zheng shouted at the top of his voice, grasping the reins in his hand a little tighter, strengthening his control over the horse.

As soon as the words fell, a light cyan figure flew out of the carriage in front of him and landed on the ground, it was Mo Yunzi who reacted quickly.

The two manservants in the car heard the warning and tried to stop, but the horses were still running forward by inertia.

Between the lightning and flint, the stones on it fell, about a dozen, mainly in front and behind the carriage, and the stones smashed deep into the earth, trapping the carriage in the middle. Only two stones fell on top of the group's heads, one of which smashed into the corner of the carriage shed, smashing the wood to pieces, and the other fell on top of Mo Yunzi's head, which was deftly dodged by Mo Yunzi.

Zhao Zheng looked at the stones stacked in front of him and behind him, these stones obviously did not fall naturally, but were thrown by man. Unexpectedly, his previous speculation came true, and the bandits really adopted the insidious method of stone-throwing attacks.

More stones fell, still aiming at the road in front of and behind the carriage procession, and the stones were piled up into a one-meter-high stone wall, which played a considerable deterrent effect, making people dare not move forward or backward. The horses were all frightened, neighing loudly and raising their front hooves frantically, and they tried to turn around and retreat, but the road was so narrow that both carriages were stuck between the mountain walls, unable to advance or retreat.

Compared to the horses, Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi were much calmer, both of them were looking up at the sky, judging the trajectory of the falling stones, and at the same time looking for the location of the enemy. Zhao Zheng wanted to know which gang of bandits this was, but he couldn't get an answer for the time being.

There is a flat mountain path above the rock face on the right, like a belt, winding around the whole mountain.

Wang Sheng stood on this mountain road, smiling evilly, looking at the situation below condescendingly. On either side of him, there were more than a dozen of his subordinates, and on the opposite hill, there were also a dozen of them, adding up to more than thirty people. There were many rocks piled up under their feet, and many of them were throwing them down with great effort.

"Little ones, vote accurately, but don't smash the carriage, there may be gold, silver, jewelry and antique jade in it, and if you smash it, it will be worthless." Wang Sheng smiled evilly. Behind his back, he carried a large golden sword, the blade of which was as dazzling as gold, but in fact it was not gold, but was made of a variety of ores, and the texture was tougher than gold.

The bandits pushed or threw stones down the mountain, and the stones collided violently between the mountains, falling to the ground with more rubble. The increasing number of stones almost blocked the road at both ends. Not to mention carriages, not even horses can cross these stones.

"Okay, there are enough rocks on both sides, let's hit the two people below with a stone and see how they are." Wang Sheng raised his hand and changed the order.

Most of the bandits stopped and did not move, only a few bandits with strong arms continued to work, lifting stones and aiming at Zhao Zheng and Mo Yunzi to throw them.

Mo Yunzi looked up and calculated the trajectory of the falling stones, and took a step 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, fell off his horse, and rolled to the side. He disguised himself realistically, as if it was all luck that he had dodged two falling rocks.

The black horse lost control of its owner and sprang forward, squeezing together with the two carriages.

More and more stones fell, but they were all beautifully flashed by Moyunzi. The stones were in a mess in the earth, like a stone formation. Zhao Zheng deliberately clinged to the stone wall and entered a safe corner, which made him suffer a lot less attacks.

On the mountain road halfway up the mountain, Wang Sheng admired Mo Yunzi's elegant and agile dodge movements, and his smile became worse and happier.

"Li Dahu, that person is what you call Mo Yunzi, right?" Wang Sheng asked, pointing down the mountain. He pointed to Mo Yunzi, and Zhao Zheng's acting skills deceived him and failed to attract his attention.

"That's right, it's him, I can't see it well here, but I can recognize his figure." Li Dahu, who was standing next to him, replied hatefully.

"This rabbit cub is really bragging, he doesn't have the strength of the Six Heavens at all."

"What do you mean by that?"

"If he had the strength of the Six Heavens, he would have jumped on it by now." Wang Sheng withdrew his finger and pointed to the cold ground under his feet.

"Then how many Heavenly Martial Artists is he?"

"I'm not completely sure yet, I'll have to test it myself to find out."

Wang Sheng twisted his thick neck, moved his hands and feet a few times, walked in front of a pile of stones, grabbed a stone with both hands, aimed at Mo Yunzi and threw it down. The two stones came out of his hand, and he grabbed more stones, and threw them all at Mo Yunzi. He threw rocks faster than his men, and blocked Moyunzi's path, making it harder to dodge.

Mo Yunzi turned into an afterimage, his steps spinning under his feet, and the corners of his clothes fluttering, like pale cyan leaves floating on the surface of a white lake. He dodged six rocks in a row, and when he dodged for the seventh time, he was weakened, and the corners of his clothes were cut by the falling stones, and the cloth was plunged into the snow along with the stones.

This small detail exposes Mo Yunzi's "bottom line".

"Hehe, this kid hasn't even reached the Fifth Heaven, he's just a Fourfold Heaven martial artist. It seems that there is no need to be afraid of him, and we will go down together to kill him, and divide the contents of the two carriages. I see that the wheel prints of the carriage are very deep, and there must be a lot of good things in it. Wang Sheng laughed twice, turned around and grabbed a rope, and threw it down.

The bandits cheered as if the money from the two wagons had been pocketed for them. They also followed the example of the king of the mountain, throwing down the ropes tied to the nails on the mountain wall. Dozens of ropes swayed in the cold wind, looking like cables on a sailboat.

Wang Sheng grabbed the rough rope with his bare hands, screamed and jumped down, and the palm of his hand rubbed against the rope to create a hot heat. In contrast, the bandits fell much slower, and all climbed down.

There are no falling stones in the sky, but jumping down is more dangerous than stones.

The length of the rope reached the ground, but Wang Sheng jumped down in mid-air and landed heavily on the snow, caught between the carriage and Mo Yunzi.

Whether it was Zhao Zheng or Mo Yunzi, they all recognized Wang Sheng's identity, because the whereabouts just now could only be made by a martial artist above the Fourth Heaven. On this soul-breaking road, there is only one bandit who can have such skills, Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng turned his head sideways and smiled at Mo Yunzi, who had a cold and arrogant face: "Little rabbit, you came to a place where you shouldn't be." This is my territory, and you have to pay a toll when you come here. (To be continued.) )