Fu Snake Ridge is named because the road winds like a snake lurking between two mountain peaks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cliffs on both sides of the road, which is no more than four feet wide, are steep, and the rocks and quicksand on the side of the road accumulate and gradually pile up into the road, making it extremely inconvenient to walk.

The mountain road is not long, and it is only about three miles at most to the top of the ridge.

The trail is not short, and the same distance will take at least twice as long here.

But because this is the only way to the town, no matter how long it takes, no matter how difficult the road is, it is still necessary to hurry. As long as the mountain road is peaceful, it doesn't matter if it takes a little more time, but this mountain road is obviously not very smooth, and there are many people who enter the mountain road and never walk out again.

Robbery, plotting, assassination, ambush, this is undoubtedly the best geographical location, so it is also known as the "ghost gate".

The four ponies were able to stay in peace and ease for three days after they took a fork in the road that day to escape from the monster. In the past three days, there must have been a lot of people inquiring about them, so they didn't need to worry too much about where to find the people from the Blood Monster Hall, as long as they appeared in the town, someone would naturally come looking for them.

"Maybe you don't need to be in town yet. Seeing the Snake Ridge more than a dozen feet away, the pony muttered to himself.

Half an hour earlier, they had re-embarked on the main road from the fork in the road.

The pony motioned for everyone to stop, and said: "The front is the Snake Ridge, the danger of this place will be seen by everyone when you come a few days ago, for the sake of safety, wait for everyone to be more vigilant and walk away." ”

When the monk heard this, he smiled and said: "After resting for the past few days, I am very uncomfortable, who is not long-sighted and dares to come to the wilderness, monk, I just moved my muscles and bones." ”

Murong Yuxin chuckled: "Monk, you are a monk who fights and kills all day long, and you are not afraid of the Buddha's blame." "After getting along for a long time, everyone is less restrained.

The monk pretended to be upright and said, "The Buddha has said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.'" Demons and monsters are rampant, monks, I don't overtake them, who will surpass them?"

Xiao Ma thought for a moment, and said to Shanyuan: "Monk, come to the back of the palace, Miss Murong and Brother Wen, you go in the middle, once there is an abnormality, remember not to mess with yourself, and ensure your own safety first." ”

Walking into the mountain pass, the cold air is coming, and the wind blows, which is cold and humid, which makes people feel depressed.

The pony was in front, Murong Yuxin and Wen Wen were in the center, and behind the monk's hall, the distance between them was two or three zhang, and the four of them carefully avoided the rocks on the ground, and went up the mountain road on guard.

After walking for about a pillar of incense, the four of them were close to the top of the ridge, and the surroundings were calm and unusual. Ponies don't think it's normal, it's not normal, it's the only way to get to town, it's a great ambush spot, and the enemy will ignore it?

After walking for a while, there were still more than ten zhang to reach the top of the ridge, and the pony breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps because he had thought too much.

He was about to turn around and beckon the monks to follow. The sound of sharp objects breaking through the sky suddenly rose, and darts, hidden arrows, poisonous sand, marbles and other hidden weapons shot like a torrential rain.

Every hidden weapon attacks the vital points of the person, and the methods are vicious and tricky.

The pony yelled, "Watch out for the hidden weapon." The unicorn sword in his hand danced a snow shadow, and he took the lead in attacking, and the hidden weapon was either shot down or blown away.

He has two ups and downs, and has reached the top of the ridge. The body is not stable, the strong wind has arrived, a Zen stick is split down on the head, the momentum is heavy, the pony knows the stakes, and does not fight hard, and jumps sideways from the side of the Zen stick to the top of the ridge. The two iron spears had already struck at each other, and the unicorn knife in the pony's hand blocked the spear in his chest, and at the same time kicked the other one with his flying feet.

The head of the Zen staff turned around, and the Zen staff swept back to the waist, and the pony blocked with the blade of the knife, and slashed the wrist of the head of the head. An iron spear had stabbed him in the throat.

I didn't expect the three of them to be so good at cooperating with each other. I heard the sound of swords clashing behind me, and I knew that the monks had also been entangled.

Seeing the spear coming to his throat, the pony's right hand knife was castrated, and the scabbard of his left hand was reversed between the lightning and flint, and the tip of the spear was pushed diagonally, and the spear passed through the side of the neck by an inch. This move is extremely dangerous, and it is a desperate way of playing with both defeats, and the pony seems to be accustomed to it, but it seems to others to be too crazy.

When he first saw his companion attack the pony's throat, he thought that the pony would save himself first, but the pony was in danger, and by the time he reacted, it was too late. In the blood splash, his right hand was broken at the wrist, and the Zen staff could not be held and fell to the ground.

Tou Tuo had green tendons on his head, gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, and he didn't pay attention to the bleeding wound, and his left hand clenched into a fist, and he flew towards the pony.

The head of the body is burly, under the rage of a full blow, how amazing the power is, enough to open the stele crack stone, subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, if this punch is hit on the person, even if you have practiced the "Golden Bell Jar", "Iron Cloth Shirt", you must break the tendons and fracture the broken bones are not dead or disabled.

It's just a pity that he met a pony today. With a crisp sound, the pony's fist hit him on the nose first, and in the sound of the nasal bone shattering, the head of the head flew and stopped suddenly, covering his nose and retreating a foot away, tears, cold sweat, and blood mixed together, and his expression was very painful.

Two iron spears, two steel knives, and a pair of judges' pens surrounded the ponies, and five against one fought.

When the hidden weapon in front of them was fired just now, Murong Yuxin and the three of them had not yet reached the top of the ridge, and suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound overhead, but it was a big stone tumbling down, blocking the way back in a moment.

The road ahead is blocked, and there is no way back. The three of them are just about to rush to the pony's aid and get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible.

The wind and clouds above the head rose again, the strong wind hit, and the hidden weapon went down like a goddess scattering flowers. Under this cover, seven or eight men in black slid down the rope quickly.

The three of them tried to avoid most of the rock wall as close as possible, and the rest either shot down with their swords or flew with their palms, and in desperation, they shrank in the depression of the rock wall and placed the wrap on top of their heads.

The hidden weapon was exhausted, and the man in black had already slipped in, each using his weapon to attack the three people.

A scar-faced hand slashed towards Murong Yuxin's face with a long sword, and the sword moves were strange, and he went to the front.

The thin red-haired man with two knives in his hands was like a swift wind and waves, blocking the next three roads. Another strong man picked up the giant axe in his hand like an angry King Kong, slashed straight and slashed, and blocked the retreat with a fierce momentum.

The mountain road is narrow, there are many rocks on the road, and it is inconvenient to move around, and Murong Yuxin is suffering from the inability to perform the subtlety of swordsmanship. For a while, it was not easy to be restrained by three people, and it was not easy to solve it quickly.

The monk shouted violently, and he was already fighting with a knife, a sword, a hook and a hammer.

The knife is a ghost head knife with a thick back and a wide face, weighing 68 catties; the sword is a heavy sword that sharpens iron like clay, sharp and strong; the hook is a deer antler hook with a split body and a forked blade; and the hammer is a heavy and domineering octagonal meteor hammer that pierces gold and cracked stones.

The four of them are all tigers and bears, with superior strength, weapons in their hands dancing, flying sand and stones, and the wind is like a knife.

The black iron rod had been lost in the battle with the monster, and the monk relied on a pair of fists, punching and kicking to open and close, swallowing mountains and rivers, and the four of them couldn't get half an advantage when they joined forces.

It's not so good when it's warm. His silver needle close-range combat did not play a role, seeing a man in black wielding a scimitar to kill closely, he had to dodge from east to west, from time to time throwing stones, but the mountain road was narrow, and everyone was fighting each other, where was there to dodge, the situation was quite critical.

After several defeats, the other party has dispatched many masters this time, and also analyzed the martial arts characteristics of the four ponies, and arranged people to contain them accordingly and prevent them from helping each other.

The battle entered a stalemate, although Xiaoma, Murong Yuxin, and Shanyuan had the upper hand, they could not defeat their opponents for a while, seeing that the warm situation was extremely unoptimistic, but they could not withdraw to help, and they were secretly anxious in their hearts.

The black-clothed man with the scimitar saw Wen Wen hurriedly dodging and fleeing at first, thinking that he was just deliberately paralyzing himself, and he was also cautious when chasing after him, but later he finally realized that the person in front of him really didn't know martial arts. couldn't help but smile on his face, laughed, and said: "Today deserves a good day for my scimitar Chen Jiangong to become famous, boy, you can just tie your hands and arrest it." ”

At the moment, he no longer had scruples, volleyed in the air, landed in front of the warmth, and the scimitar in his hand drew a dazzling arc, slashing at the warm chest.

Warm was startled, retreated in a panic, stepped on a stone, staggered, and fell to the ground.

The scimitar Chen Ligong was heartfelt, smiling and bending down to catch it, forgetting that his middle door was wide open, and under the warmth and panic, he grabbed the stone next to him casually and threw it hard, hitting the acupoint in the middle of Chen's chest.

The scimitar Chen was half-bowed, stiffened, and looked quite funny. Under the warmth and fright, he gasped for breath, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Murong Yuxin and the monk moving up the ridge while fighting.

The topography of the ridge is slightly opener, which is more convenient to use. Murong Yuxin has reached the top of the ridge, the terrain is gentle and open, and the subtle sword moves are immediately apparent, like flowing clouds and water, changing in thousands of ways, compared to Fang Cai, he is three points better, and basically locks in the victory.

On a rock at the top of the ridge, there was a person standing at this time, wearing a wisp of empty cooked copper mask, his eyes were cold, he stood there motionless, but it was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, naturally with a murderous aura.

When Pony saw him, he naturally remembered the masked man who had fought him in the forest on the night of the attack on the broken house, but he didn't feel this fierce murderous aura that day.

Determined to win, a murderous aura that kills with one blow.

He was on top of him, and the fight in front of him didn't seem to touch him at all.

He is like an eagle and a cheetah, waiting for the best opportunity.

Timing for one-hit killing!

Suddenly, his figure flashed, appearing on Murong Yuxin's side like a ghost, his fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed the long sword like lightning.