The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 183 Ambush (ask for a monthly subscription ticket)
In the afternoon, at the end of the hour, yellow chrysanthemums adorned both sides, and on the official road with green cypresses like guards, a party of three riders was marching like the wind.

The head is an old man with a light blue robe and an ordinary face. A pair of chamfered eyes and a small piece of meat on the right forehead are quite recognizable. He is riding on a tall horse, with his lips pursed, and his face is quite gloomy.

The knight in the back left is a young man of sixteen or seventeen, with a long sword behind his back, and a white cloth wrapped around his left hand. The indifference of nothing.

The knight on the right is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a pale face and coughing from time to time, obviously injured. On the side of the horse, he is holding a judge's pen with the length and thickness of an adult's arm.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up to Hezhang, there are our people there to meet him, God's arresting gate is being dragged, and we won't catch up for the time being."

Zu Wanchun flicked his horsewhip wildly, and didn't care about the froth on the mouth and the heavy panting of the tall horse under his feet. For them, racing against time meant a race against death.

"Elder, the people from the Chengjun God Catchment Gate have been dragged down by the law protectors and have suffered heavy losses. Do we need to be so anxious?"

The middle-aged man was jolting on the horseback, and his face became paler and paler. In the previous battle, although some masters intervened to rescue them, he received a heavy punch from Chengjun Bronze Medal catcher and suffered internal injuries. The rush was really unbearable.

"Nonsense, the secrets of the Shenchuangmen are all over the world, even if we can escape the Chengjun Shenchuangmen, the Shenchuangmen of Yanxi County, and even the local Qingjiang Mansion's Shenchuangmen, do you think they are vegetarians?
I'm afraid that our whereabouts have been reported long ago on the road, and now we have to hurry up, so fast that they have no time to deploy and react. When we leave Yanxi County and arrive in Qian County, we can breathe a little bit of relief. "

Hearing Zu Wanchun's reply, the middle-aged man swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and gave a wry smile. If this goes on, let alone Qian County, even Qingjiang Mansion, he might not be able to get out.

But there is no way, Zu Wanchun is an elder of the Fire Worship Cult, with a high status, far beyond his mere role.

This person's martial arts are not high, but he has a lot of friends. Since the Fire Worship Cult was destroyed, thanks to his mediation through contacts, he saved many congregants and recruited many newcomers. He is an extremely important person.

For example, the Fire Worship Cult protector who acted for them before was discovered by Zu Wanchun and introduced to the Holy Cult Master. The strong man who is expected to inherit the great tradition in the future, if it is an ordinary Fire Worship Cultist, how can he be alarmed by such a person to help?
After galloping for about half an hour, the three of them finally saw the head of the south city of Hezhang County from a distance, their faces were happy, and they accelerated the speed of the horses under them.

The three of them rushed and gradually approached the gate of the city, but gradually frowned. There were still pedestrians passing by on the road, but the gate of the city was empty, and there was no one there, not even the soldiers guarding the city.

"Not good, there may be an ambush here, so go back the same way first."

Zu Wanchun's expression changed, and he sensed something was wrong instantly. He tightened the reins and was about to turn the horse's head, but he saw a loud bang from behind, and a ditch several meters deep collapsed in the vertical position of the official road, and the loess smoke filled the sky.

In the trench, one after another soldiers wearing official costumes held bows and crossbows and shot towards the three of them. The long arrows rained down on them with piercing power, which shocked the three of them immediately.

"How is it possible, the three of us rode past just now, and it was like stepping on the ground without collapsing. What kind of method is this?"

Zu Wanchun and the middle-aged man were horrified at the same time. Their eyes swept over the side of the trench, but they saw that there were actually pieces of hard steel plates and stones under the yellow sand, which were connected together by a clever embedded method. As long as someone gritted their teeth underneath, Not to mention a few people and horses, even a team of people can bear it.

"These are the troops and equipment from the county seat. How dare they stop us. Could it be that they are backed by experts?"

While resisting the scattered arrows, Zu Wanchun secretly thought that even if the county-level government knew their identities or whereabouts, they would usually let them go, and even if they did, they would be powerless.

However, Hezhang County was so fanatical that it even emptied the passers-by and dealt with him specifically, which shows that it is bound to win.

At this moment, after the crackling sound, there was a shrill scream, which caused Zu Wanchun and the young man with the sword in his left hand to turn their heads to look, only to see that the middle-aged man with the judge pen in his hand had no arrows on his body, only His face was bloody and bloody, and the bridge of his nose collapsed, revealing a huge hole.

In the hollow, pieces of brown sawdust were caught in the flesh and blood, which looked extremely horrifying. Not to mention receiving such a heavy blow in person, even looking at it, I felt my heart was hairy, and I felt that I couldn't bear the pain.

"Ah Qing."

Zu Wanchun also pointed out a long arrow that was shot at his head, and shouted in a sad tone, this person has been with him for five full years, and his feelings are extraordinary. Now that he is dying in front of him, how could he not react at all? No?

At this time, the officers and soldiers who were shooting with long arrows jumped out of the trench one after another, and stood in a row. A handsome young man in a white warrior uniform and a long knife hanging from his waist walked out from behind the officers and soldiers, twirling a string in his hand that looked rather strange. Rough beads.

Beside the boy, there were two other people, a man and a woman. The man was wearing chain mail and holding a pistol, with a cold expression and murderous intent.

The girl was young, she looked no more than thirteen or fourteen, she was pretty and charming, her face was tense, she didn't look serious, but rather playful and cute, reminding Zu Wanchun of his little granddaughter living in an old friend's house.

"Zu Wanchun, get off your horse and accept the surrender, and explain clearly about the Zoroastrianism. My god catcher can consider letting you go, and let you spend your days in the dungeon."

Wang Tong's voice containing internal strength came out, and when the words fell, a row of officers and soldiers suddenly appeared on the top of the city, and the leader was Scorpion Twelve.

But at this time the gate of the city is not closed, obviously there are many people ambushing inside, just waiting for Zu Wanchun to throw themselves into the trap.

With the wolf at the front and the tiger at the back, and the other side has a lot of people, Zu Wanchun was almost desperate, and looked angrily at Xiang Yang, who was twisting the Buddha beads, with a gentle face, and shouted at the boy beside him,

"Xiao Zheng, go and kill him to avenge Ah Qing, leave me alone, leave immediately after killing him, their target is me."

I thought that the God Catcher would not find him so quickly, but unexpectedly, I still underestimated the strength of this behemoth.

Zu Wanchun has the will to die, but he is already in his twilight years, and he doesn't have much time to live. His family is arranged by him in a safe place, so they won't be troubled, so there is nothing to worry about.

Only this young man, Zheng Pingyuan, has an amazing talent in swordsmanship, not to mention his extremely strong mind and is not disturbed by external objects. He is the most outstanding genius he has found in recent years, and he likes to value it the most. Can escape this disaster.

Zheng Pingyuan glanced at Zu Wanchun expressionlessly, nodded slowly without saying a word, held the sword in his left hand, and patted the horse's belly lightly, and the horse under his crotch walked towards Xiang Yang.

His whole body fits perfectly with the bumpy rhythm of the horse. People use the horse's momentum, and the horse helps people. First slow and then fast, first slow and then fast, the sword is like a thunderbolt, and it goes straight to Xiang Yang.

(End of this chapter)