In the afternoon, at the end of the morning, yellow chrysanthemums on both sides were dotted, and the cypresses were like guards, and three riders were marching like lightning.

The old man in the lead was light green robe, with an ordinary face, a pair of chamfered eyes and a small piece of meat bag on the front of his right forehead, and was riding on a tall horse with his lips pursed, and his face was quite gloomy.

The knight in the left rear was a 16 or 17-year-old boy with a long sword behind him, and a circle of white cloth wrapped around his left hand. His face was cold and not very handsome, but he had a strong and decisive aura, and his eyes were even more indifferent to life and death.

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

"Hurry, hurry up and hurry up to Hezhang, where our people are going to respond. The God-Catcher Gate is dragged and will not catch up for the time being."

Zu Wanchun whipped wildly, and did not care about the foam and heavy breathing on his high horse's mouth. For them, racing against time means racing against death.

"Elder, the people from Chengjun God's Sect have been dragged down by the guardians and have suffered heavy losses. Do we still need to be so anxious?"

Middle-aged man was jogging on the horse's back and his face became paler. In the previous battle, although a master inserted it to help them, he was hit hard by the headmaster of Chengjun's bronze seal and suffered internal injuries. It was really unbearable to rush forward like this for a long time.

"Nonsense, the secret divisions of the God-Slaying Sect are everywhere in the world. Even if we can escape the Chengjun God-Slaying Sect, the Yanxi County God-Slaying Sect, and even the local Qingjiang Prefecture God-Slaying Sect, do you think they are vegetarians?

I’m afraid our whereabouts have been reported on the way, so we have to be fast, so they have no time to deploy and react. When we walk out of Yanxi County and arrive in Qian County, we can breathe a little relieved."

When middle-aged man heard Zu Wanchun's reply, he swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat and smiled bitterly. If this continues, let alone Qian County, he is afraid that he will not be able to get out of Qingjiang Prefecture.

But there is no way. Zu Wanchun is an elder of Zoroastrianism, and his status is far beyond the control of a small character.

This man has low martial arts skills, but his friendships are vast. Since the Zoroastrianism was destroyed, he has mostly rely on his connections to mediate, saving many religious members, and developing many newcomers. He is an extremely important figure.

For example, the Zoropatra Protector who had taken action for them before was Zu Wanchun who discovered it and introduced it to the Holy Master. He was expected to inherit the great tradition in the future. If he replaced him with an ordinary Zoropatra, how could he alarm such a person to help?

After about half an hour of running, the three of them finally saw the city of the south city of Hezhang County from afar. They looked happy and all of them accelerated the speed of getting off the horses.

The three of them ran and gradually approached the city gate, but gradually frowned. There were pedestrians coming and going on the road, but the city gate was empty and there was no one, and even the soldiers guarding the city were not seen.

"No, there may be ambush here, so I will return the same way."

Zu Wanchun's face changed and he instantly realized something was wrong. He tightened the reins and was about to turn the horse's head, but he saw a loud rumbling sound behind him. In the vertical position of the official road, a trench several meters deep was collapsed, and the sky was filled with the smoke and dust.

In the trench, soldiers wearing government uniforms were holding bows, arrows and crossbows to shoot in the direction of the three. The long arrow secrets were like rain, and they shot with the force of piercing, which shocked the three of them immediately.

"How is it possible? Just now, the three of us rode past the horse and it was like we were on the ground without collapsing. What is this method?"

Zu Wanchun and middle-aged were shocked at the same time. They swept across the edge of the trench, but saw that there were originally hard steel plate stones under the yellow sand, connected together in a clever inlay method. As long as someone gritted his teeth and supported him below, let alone a few people and horses, even a team of people could bear it.

"These are the people and equipment from the county town. They dare to stop us. Is there another expert as a backing?"

While resisting the scattered arrows and crossbows, Zu Wanchun secretly thought that even if the county-level government offices learned about their identities or whereabouts, they would generally leave it alone. Even if they were in charge, they would be powerless.

But Hezhang County was so full of fanfare that it even cleared the pedestrians and dealt with him specifically, which shows that it was inevitable that this was not a common practice in ordinary counties.

At this moment, after the crackling sound, a shrill scream sounded, causing Zu Wanchun and the young man holding a sword in his left hand to look around, but saw that the middle-aged man with the judge pen in his hand was not even an arrow, but his face was covered with blood and his nose bridge collapsed, revealing a very big hole.

In the hollow, pieces of brown wood chips were sandwiched between the flesh and blood, which looked extremely hideous and terrifying. Not to mention being hit by this kind of heavy blow, even if you look at it, you will feel a sense of pain and a feeling of pain.

"Aqing."

Zu Wanchun pointed out a long arrow shot into his head, and shouted sadly. This man had been following him for five years and had extraordinary feelings. Now he is dead in front of him, how could he have no reaction at all?

At this time, the officers and soldiers who were shooting with long arrows jumped out of the trench and stood in a row. A handsome young man in a white warrior uniform and a long sword hanging on his waist walked out from behind the officers and soldiers, twisting a string of rough-looking Buddhist beads in his hands.

Beside the boy, there were two men and women. The man was wearing a chain mail and holding a short gun, with a cold look and murderous intent.

The girl is young and looks only thirteen or fourteen years old. She is pretty and charming, with a tight face. She doesn't look solemn and serious, but she is a bit playful and cute, reminding Zu Wanchun of her little granddaughter who lives in her old friend's house.

"Zu Wanchun, dismounted and surrendered, and explained clearly the Zoroastrianism. My God's Sect can consider letting you go, so that you can enjoy your life in the dungeon."

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

However, the city gate was not closed at this time. Obviously, there were many people ambushing the inside, just waiting for Zu Wanchun to fall into the trap.

There were wolves in front and tigers behind, and there were many people on the other side. Zu Wanchun was almost desperate and looked at the Buddhist beads in resentment. Xiang Yang, who had a gentle face, shouted at the boy on the side,

"Xiao Zheng, go and kill him to avenge Aqing. Don't worry about me. After killing him, leave immediately. Their target is me."

I thought the God-Catcher Sect would not find him so quickly, but I didn't expect that the power of this giant was underestimated.

Zu Wanchun has ambitions to die, but he has entered his twilight years and has not much time to live. His family is arranged in a safe place by him and will not be affected, so he has no worries.

Only this young man, Zheng Pingyuan, has amazing talent for swordsmanship, not to mention that he is extremely strong in his mind and is not confused by external things. He is the most outstanding genius he has found in recent years, and he likes and values ​​it the most, hoping to escape this disaster.

Zheng Pingyuan glanced over Zu Wanchun with an expressionless face, and did not speak. He nodded slowly, held a sword in his left hand, gently patted the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch walked towards Xiangyang.
Chapter completed!