Looking at Wang Chen not far ahead, he raised the tall man high with the spear in his hand. Standing at the end of the plank road, Zhao Quan felt that his whole body was stiff and his limbs were cold, and he almost couldn't hold the strong bow in his hand.
As the leader of the archery team of the Qingfeng Bandits, Zhao Quan not only has superb archery skills, but also possesses the cultivation strength of a fourth-level military general.
Originally, a person like him could stand out anywhere, but he had no choice but to offend the powerful and be wanted, so he had no choice but to join the Qingfeng Bandits and make a living in this vast mountain.
Zhao Quan didn't feel that being the leader of the archers was wronging him, because the Qingfeng Bandits had two leaders of fifth-level martial arts sects, and their strength was second to none among the many bandits in Shiwandashan.
This time, the two leaders personally led the team and laid a dragnet, saying they were going to deal with Qian Hu, a blood-clad guard.
Zhao Quan's previous idea was to kill a chicken with a sledgehammer. A mere thousand households could be solved by him and a team of elite archers. Why bother to go to war in such a big way? He also formulated a strict plan.
Only now did the leader of the archers realize that not only was his side's preparations not excessive, but in fact he had seriously underestimated his opponent.
The burly man who had just been stabbed to death by Wang Chen was the second-in-command of the Qingfeng Bandits.
Fifth level martial arts master!
One shot, just one move, and he was killed with the second gear sneak attack first. Zhao Quan felt like he was in a dream - a terrifying nightmare!
How can this be!?
The same cry as that of the sturdy man came out in his heart.
Such a young blood-clothed guard Qianhu, alone and single-handedly, had the absolute upper hand in the face of an ambush and sneak attack by the elite Qingfeng bandits.
Zhao Quan really hoped that this was just a dream and he would be fine when he woke up.
However, when Wang Chen turned around and looked sharply at the archers blocking the end of the plank road, Zhao Quan suddenly woke up and shouted without thinking: "Withdraw!"
How could such a strong man be dealt with by "little minions" like them!
call!
As soon as Zhao Quan finished speaking, the archers beside him didn't even react. Wang Chen waved his spear and threw the second gear body towards them.
The Qingfeng Pirates Second Gear was extremely tall and weighed over three hundred kilograms. After being thrown out, it was as if a black cloud was pressing down on him, and it landed among the archers with the sound of howling wind.
Screams suddenly sounded!
Several archers who were unable to dodge were hit with broken bones and tendons, and fell to the ground unable to struggle.
The formation of the archers was suddenly in chaos!
At this moment, Wang Chen had already rushed over on horseback.
A hundred paces away and a breath away.
The bandits suddenly woke up from a dream and fled in all directions, without the courage to fight.
However, their reaction was still a little slow. Wang Chen rode his horse and rushed towards them. His spear was shaking like a dragon and sending out cold light, stabbing four or five archers to death in an instant.
The killing efficiency is so high that it makes people shudder!
Zhao Quan reacted the fastest and ran the fastest. He risked his life to escape deep into the jungle. He heard a "bang" and his back felt as if he had been hit by a 10,000-pound hammer. He couldn't help but move toward
Fly out before.
He fell heavily a dozen steps away, and a huge bloody hole opened up in his vest!
Wang Chen, who was at the entrance of the plank road, put away the long flint gun he had just taken out and replaced it with a loaded one in an instant.
Most of the bandits who ambushed Wang Chen fled into the mountains and forests. It was not convenient for him to chase them while riding a horse, so he changed their weapons to firecrackers.
Wang Chen stored hundreds of the same flintlock muskets in the storage space, all of which were loaded and loaded.
He had customized and assembled these long guns one after another in the past six months. It didn't take much time, but they were perfect for the current situation.
Although with Wang Chen's current cultivation level, the fire blunderbuss is of little significance to him.
But Wang Chen spent a lot of money to develop these thermal weapons, and it wasn't just the banknotes in his pocket that burned away.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunfire was continuous, and the bandits who rushed into the dense forest one after another were killed on the spot, and they all died horribly.
Wang Chen's self-made flintlock long gun is well made, has a large caliber and a sufficient charge, and has a long range and great killing power. Not to mention these low-level bandits, even fourth-level generals cannot resist directly.
And he also has storage space that can be unlocked, and he can use his flint-haired long blunderbuss to produce a continuous blunderbuss effect!
The most important thing is that these bandits have never seen this kind of weapon from another world, and naturally they have no way to defend or avoid it.
As a result, Wang Chen killed more than ten people in succession.
When there were no more fleeing bandits in sight, Wang Chen put away his flint-haired musket and continued to move forward on his yellow gelding.
His intuition told him that this battle was not over yet.
When Wang Chen continued to move forward along the Tianlu for some distance, a wide hillside appeared in front of him. Sure enough, he saw a new enemy appearing in front of him!
The black pressure spread all over the mountains and plains, there were at least three to four hundred of them, completely blocking the passage to heaven.
These thieves in blue-grey uniforms not only put up a formation, but also displayed their flags. The word "green" written on each flag was particularly conspicuous.
Standing at the front was a sturdy man riding a war horse, wearing armor, and holding a Fangtian painted halberd.
This group of thieves and bandits were ready, and a murderous aura shot straight into the sky. They were almost as powerful as thousands of troops!
With a distance of about a hundred steps, Wang Chen picked up the reins and stopped his horse, looking at the thief in front of him calmly.
The tough man said in a deep voice: "Wang Chen, I really underestimated you!"
Wang Chen smiled and said, "Who are you?"
The tough man took a deep breath: "I am the Qingfeng Pirates stall owner, Tantai Xiong!"
"Never heard of it."
Wang Chen said calmly: "But, isn't it bad to be alive?"
Dan Taixiong, the head of the Qingfeng Pirates stall, was stunned for a moment, then understood what Wang Chen meant and couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.
"So brave!"
The next moment, he said sternly: "You killed my second brother and more than a dozen brothers. Either you die or I die today!"
In his heart, the bandit leader hated Wang Chen to the extreme.
What he regretted most was that he placed the location of Wang Chen's ambush on the plank road, thinking that he could securely capture the target by relying on the second gear and a team of elite archers.
Coupled with the fact that I am holding the battle here, I am absolutely foolproof.
As a result, the first step of this plan went terribly wrong, costing the life of a fifth-level martial arts master!
Tantaixiong realized that he seriously underestimated Wang Chen's strength and made a big mistake.
But precisely because of this, his determination to kill Wang Chen became stronger.
If Wang Chen is not captured to avenge the second gear head, the prestige that Tan Taixiong has accumulated over the years will be severely damaged, and he will not be able to explain to the higher-ups of the Qianlong Association.
So Wang Chen must die today!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Qingfeng bandit leader suddenly waved his arm, and the bandit behind him immediately raised his long bow.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, a rain of hundreds of sharp arrows shot toward Wang Chen.