Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 162 Ambush and Attack

On the official road leading to the county town of Yongzhou, the sound of horse hooves was rapid and powerful.

County magistrate Du Yuntong, who had already escaped, heard the thunder in the inner city and rode his horse fast without daring to stay.

Behind him, a group of ragged officials followed closely.

Wang Yanjun, who was riding beside the county magistrate Du Yuntong, shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, we have already rushed out of the county. Where should we go next? The post station is forty miles ahead. Do you want to rest for a while?"

County Magistrate Du Yuntong tilted his head slightly and said firmly, "No! Taiping County has fallen into the hands of thieves. It is no longer safe here. We must rush to the county town as soon as possible and report the situation here to the county government."

His voice was not loud, but every word was sonorous. His long-term high position made him exude majesty quietly, which made the many officials and subordinates who followed him feel at ease.

In fact, although he looked calm, the county magistrate Du Yuntong was already in a state of panic.

He knew in his heart that since the county town was lost this time, he, as a county magistrate, would not escape punishment in any way, and losing his official hat would be the lightest punishment.

If you are not careful for a moment, you may be skinned and stuffed with straw.

Fortunately, he had been secretly offering tributes to the county governor over the years, and over the years he had given no less than tens of thousands of taels.

If he could shirk some of his responsibilities, the prefect might give him a chance to live because of his loyalty and dedication over the years.

When the right opportunity comes and he smooths out the relationship, he will surely be able to rise again.

So the most important thing is to get to the county town as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

County Magistrate Du Yuntong was thinking when suddenly a loud shout came from the front: "Kill!"

There was no hesitation, no greetings.

As soon as they entered the range, the Huangtian Sect followers who were lying in ambush took action resolutely.

"Protect the county magistrate!" Wang Yanjun, the head of the Weiwu Division, roared and led his men to quickly form a defensive formation, protecting Du Yuntong tightly in the middle.

Along with the roar of the rebels, the air was filled with a strong murderous aura.

Arrows flew like raindrops, arriving in the blink of an eye.

The many martial artists from the yamen who were guarding Du Yuntong circulated their qi and blood, lay on their horses' backs, and moved sideways to avoid the arrows.

Unfortunately, the arrows were too dense and there was no way to avoid them.

"Whoosh whoosh."

Arrows flew down.

The skin of a martial artist at the Leather Forging Realm was as hard as cowhide, and ordinary swords and guns could not hurt him. However, when facing the arrows shot by the Huang Tian Sect, he was still pierced through the flesh by one of them.

"Crossbows! They are using crossbows!"

The ordinary officials and martial artists who rushed over together had expressions of horror on their faces.

The numerous horses, which were already huge in size and had strong muscles, were almost unable to escape from this impenetrable rain of arrows, and more than half of them were hit.

"Xilulu!"

The war horses neighed miserably, and both the riders and horses fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust. The people who were thrown off the horses were suddenly not sure whether they were alive or dead.

Du Yuntong tightly grasped the reins, glanced around, calmed down, and shouted to the rest of the people: "Now anyone who hesitates will die! Everyone, follow me and charge forward!"

County Magistrate Du Yuntong mainly makes money as a county magistrate, but he is not a good-for-nothing to hold this position.

Faced with a sudden ambush, appropriate measures were taken quickly.

As the leader of the Weiwu Division, Wang Yanjun’s cultivation level in the Yangqi realm is second only to the county magistrate Du Yuntong.
After a brief gap in the opponent's crossbow, she drew her blade and rushed forward.

"General?"

The burly man in the lead raised his arm to stop them and said, "It's rare to see a female martial artist in the county who has reached the Yangqi realm. It's a good opportunity to test their quality."

He pulled out a blade from the saint beside him and leaped forward.

Following a deep command, the two men drew their swords almost at the same time. The swords flashed like dragons, and they fiercely collided with each other with their own will.

boom!
A deafening roar erupted in the void, and air waves spread out, blowing up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground.

Wang Yanjun only felt an indescribable force coming from the handle of the knife, which instantly spread throughout his body, causing unbearable pain in the base of his palm.

She lowered her head to take a closer look and saw that there were several tiny cuts on the base of the knife. Blood was slowly seeping out and dripping along the handle of the knife.

No matter how calm she tried, she couldn't hide the slight trembling of her wrist.

"This power..." Wang Yanjun was secretly shocked: "Qi Hai Realm!!!"

However, this time she did not take action to fight the other party to life or death.

After forcing the opponent back with a single blow of his sword, Wang Yanjun used the blade as a whip and hit the horse's buttocks without stopping, then ran wildly towards the people of the Huangtian Sect, trying to charge.

The burly man from the Huangtian Sect smiled faintly upon seeing this. He took out a talisman and stuck it on his body.

A yellow light suddenly appeared and enveloped his body.

He pushed his feet hard, and suddenly he rushed to Wang Yanjun like an arrow from a bow.

Under Wang Yanjun's surprised gaze, the long sword was raised again and cut off the horse's hoof with one stroke.

boom.

Under the powerful inertia, Wang Yanjun was thrown off the horse's back and rolled several times.

Before she could steady herself, during this brief respite, an extremely fierce murderous aura suddenly rose from behind her.

Wang Yanjun's heart trembled and he instinctively wanted to turn around, but the long sword behind him was already following closely.

I saw a long sword with a cold glow and a whistling sound as it cut through the air, and it came down on my head at an astonishingly fast speed.

Relying on years of fighting instincts, Wang Yanjun suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, and it collided headlong with the long sword attacking from behind.

The sound of metal clashing was deafening and sparks flew everywhere.

The opponent's thousand pounds of strength was concentrated in this strike, and the impact was so great that it exceeded Wang Yanjun's expectations.

She only felt a special force running through her body in an instant, like a reef hit by huge waves, and her internal organs seemed to have lost their original positions at this moment.

The severe pain came like a tide, almost suffocating her and causing her to faint, and then completely pass out.

Li Linfeng was shocked when he saw this scene.

He knew that Wang Yanjun and he had similar cultivation levels, both were martial artists at the Qi Cultivation Stage, but facing this Huangtian Sect general, he was almost overwhelmed and had no strength to fight back.

If I were to fight him myself, I would have no chance of winning.

He gritted his teeth and made a quick judgment.

With his whole body full of energy flowing, he rushed to several Huang Tian Sect saints at an extremely fast speed and immediately shouted, "Go!"

When the others reacted, they got into the carriage without any extra thoughts and whipped it hard.

Snapped!
"drive!"

Li Linfeng led two convoys and started to rush forward.

The rest of the Huangtian Sect members were planning to encircle and suppress them, but they found that the people in the yamen they were surrounding also broke out.

General Huang Tianjiao looked at Wang Yanjun coldly, and without saying a word, he swung his sword.

Wang Yanjun's body was as fragile as a piece of tofu. His head was easily chopped off and fell heavily to the ground.

"Don't worry about these people for now. Get rid of these officials who escaped. Don't leave any of them alive."

(End of this chapter)