Chapter 162 Ambush and Attack

On the official road leading to the county city 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 a fast horse without daring to stay.

Behind him, a group of disheveled officials followed closely.

Wang Yanjun, who was riding beside County Magistrate Du Yuntong, shouted loudly: "County Master, we have already rushed out of the county city. Where are we going next? The post station is forty miles ahead. Do you want to take a break?"

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

His voice was not loud, but every word was sonorous. He had been in a high position for many years, which made him quietly exude majesty, which made the many officials who followed him feel at ease.

In fact, although he looked calm, County Magistrate Du Yuntong was already in a state of confusion.

He knew that as a county magistrate, he would not be able to escape punishment for the loss of the county, and losing his official hat was the least of his punishment.

If he was careless for a moment, he might be punished by skinning and stuffing straw.

Fortunately, he had been secretly paying tribute to the county governor over the years, and he had paid no less than tens of thousands of taels over the years.

If he could get rid of some of the responsibility, the governor might give him a way out because of his years of service.

When the right opportunity comes, he will be able to recover by smoothing relations.

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

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

There was no hesitation, and no greetings.

As soon as they entered the range, the Huangtian sect followers who were ambushing here took action resolutely.

"Protect the county lord!" 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.

Many yamen martial artists guarding Du Yuntong circulated their blood and qi, lay on the back of their horses, and leaned sideways to avoid the arrows.

Unfortunately, the arrows were too dense and could not be avoided at all.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Arrows flew down.

The skin of the martial artist in the Forging Leather Realm was as hard as cowhide, and ordinary swords and guns could not hurt him. However, facing the arrows shot by the Huangtian Sect, he was still pierced through the flesh and blood by an arrow.

"Strong crossbow! They are using strong crossbows!"

The ordinary official martial artists who rushed over together were horrified.

The horses, which were already huge and muscular, could hardly escape from this impenetrable rain of arrows, and more than half of them were hit.

"Sigh!"

The war horses neighed sharply, and the horses and riders fell down with a bang, raising a cloud of dust. The people who were thrown off the horses were suddenly dead or alive.

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

County Magistrate Du Yuntong mainly made money in his position, but he was not a good-for-nothing to sit in this position.

Faced with the sudden ambush, he quickly made appropriate arrangements.

As the head of the Weiwu Division, Wang Yanjun was in the Yangqi realm, second only to County Magistrate Du Yuntong.

After a brief gap in the opponent's crossbow, she drew out her blade and rushed forward.

"General?"

The burly man in the lead raised his arm to stop him and said, "It's rare to see a woman in the Yangqi realm in the county. I'll just go and test their quality."

He took out a blade from the saint beside him and jumped forward.

With a low shout, the two men drew their swords almost at the same time.

The swords flashed like dragons, and they collided fiercely with each other with their own wills.

Bang!

A deafening roar broke out in the void, and the air waves scattered, rolling 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 her body, and the pain in her tiger's mouth was unbearable.

She looked down and saw that there were several small cracks in her tiger's mouth, and blood slowly seeped out and dripped along the handle of the knife.

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

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

But this time she didn't attack to fight the other party to life and death.

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

Seeing this, the burly man of Huangtian Sect raised a faint smile on his face, and he took out a talisman and stuck it on his body.

A yellow light suddenly appeared and enveloped his body.

He kicked his feet hard, and the whole person rushed to Wang Yanjun like an arrow from a bow.

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

Boom.

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

Before she could stabilize her body, during this short breath, a fierce murderous aura suddenly rose from behind.

Wang Yanjun's heart trembled, and she instinctively wanted to turn around, but the long knife behind her had already followed 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.

With years of fighting instinct, Wang Yanjun suddenly raised the long knife in his hand and collided with the long knife coming from behind.

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

The opponent's power of a thousand pounds was concentrated in this blow, and its impact was beyond Wang Yanjun's expectations.

She felt a special force instantly run through her body, like a rock being beaten by huge waves, and her internal organs seemed to have lost their original positions at this moment.

The severe pain came like a tide, making her almost suffocate and faint, completely passing out.

Li Linfeng was shocked when he saw this scene.

He knew that Wang Yanjun was similar to him in cultivation, and both were martial arts masters in the Qi-nourishing realm, but facing this Huang Tianjiao general, he was almost suppressed and beaten, and had no room to fight back.

If he were to fight against him, he would have no chance of winning.

He gritted his teeth and made a quick judgment.

The whole body's energy circulated, and he rushed to several Huangtian Sect saints with extremely fast movement, and immediately shouted: "Let's go!"

The others reacted, and without any extra thoughts, they got directly into the carriage and whipped down a fierce whip.

Snap!

"drive!"

Li Linfeng led two convoys and began to rush forward.

The rest of the Huangtian Sect members planned to encircle and suppress them, but found that the people from the yamen who were surrounding them 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 cut off easily and fell heavily to the ground.

"Don't worry about these people for now. Get rid of all the escaped officials. No one will be left alive."