The Jurchen cavalry was longer than the bow and arrow, and shorter than the white-bladed melee combat, not to mention that there were no war horses, and they were wearing heavy armor and had difficulty moving. Wang Feng was tall and long-armed, with infinite strength, and was obviously one of the best warriors among the Song people, and his martial arts were so strong that the Jurchen knights had no way to exit the temple.

The Jurchen knights flocked up, but Wang Feng was just fighting on the periphery. He has superb spear skills, stacking stabs and stabs, and every time he goes straight to the opponent's vital point or the next three ways. The Jurchen knight secretly complained in his heart, but he couldn't think of a way to deal with it.

The temple was not large, plus more than a dozen war horses, the area was even tighter, and the Jurchen knights continued to shout angrily, but the number of people was getting smaller and smaller.

Wang Feng stabbed over a Jurchen knight, who fell down with his leg in his arms and howling. The iron rod of another Jurchen knight smashed down, Wang Feng blocked it with a spear, and the spear was broken into two sections.

This Jurchen knight is the head of a hundred households in the Jurchen army, and his strength is extremely great. He smashed it again, Wang Feng took a step back, and the half-cut spear shaft in his hand was thrown towards the head of the hundred households.

The head of the hundred households flashed the broken spear, but found that Wang Feng had already arrived in front of him. His iron rod didn't have time to swing, and Wang Feng struck a cannon hammer and hit the chest of the head of the hundred households fiercely.

Even with the protection of armor, the head of the hundred households screamed miserably, spat blood, flew out, smashed over the two Jurchen knights behind, and the iron rod in his hand fell to the ground with a "dang bang".

Seeing that Zhai Er and the giant axe Jurchen knight were fighting on a par, Wang Feng shook his painful wrist, rolled around, picked up the iron rod on the ground, split Huashan with force, and smashed towards the Jurchen knight.

When the Jurchen warriors heard the wind, they couldn't react and were smashed in the back by Wang Feng. He snorted and involuntarily ran forward a few steps, Zhai Er swung a knife, and the huge head of the Jurchen knight flew out.

The Jurchen Hundred Household Chiefs were helped up by the remaining three Jurchen Fanzi, and the four of them held knives together, looking at the wounded people all over the ground in despair.

Seeing that Wang Feng, who was covered in blood and was like a god of war in front of him, the four of them involuntarily gathered some, and there was a trace of fear in the eyes of the Jurchen Hundred Household Chiefs.

I want them to go all the way south, when they are broken, when have they encountered such resistance! Everywhere they passed, they were all devastated, and the Song soldiers were crushed at the first touch, where was there such an outlaw with high martial arts and no regard for life and death!

Wang Feng was also a little weak, and his body was in hot pain.

These Jurchen knights are all extremely powerful and physically strong, and after a fight, it is very difficult, no wonder ordinary Song soldiers can't resist, let alone those rich soldiers.

The women next to them and the fat Song soldiers were silent at this time, and they looked at the fighting situation in the temple together, and their faces were full of surprise that they had escaped death.

The Jurchen head of a hundred households said a few words. Several Jurchen knights threw their torches to the ground, apparently wanting to have a duel with Wang Feng, not wanting to be distracted by the torches.

"Second Brother Zhai, you solve the injured Jurchen Fanzi on the ground, these people are handed over to me!"

After Wang Feng finished speaking, he picked up a Zhangxu riding spear on the ground and slowly walked towards several Jurchen knights opposite.

Wang Feng's face was solemn, step by step, several Jurchen knights slowly retreated, withdrew from the temple, and several people came to the mud ground in front of the temple together.

By this time it was getting slightly bright, and the rain had stopped. Several people stood still in the mud in front of the temple, all staring at each other.

There are many dreams at night, and if the other party has reinforcements coming, not only may they fall short, but they may also die soon. Wang Feng took a deep breath, a spear, and pounced.

There are a total of 13 people, and 9 people have been lost at this time, and the remaining four Jurchen knights also know that today is a life-and-death situation, and the two sides no longer have any scruples at this time, sacrificing their lives to fight. The two sides opened and closed widely, and it was all a lose-lose style of play, and they were entangled with each other.

Wang Feng shook his spirits, and his spear flew up and down, protecting his body. The sound of ping-pong was endless, sparks flew in the early morning, angry shouts continued to sound, and the fight was very fierce.

"Ahh

In the midst of the fighting, from time to time, there were screams from inside the temple, and the Jurchen Hundred Household Chiefs and the other three knights were distraught, which was obviously the other party's accomplices wantonly killing those injured Jurchen colleagues.

The temple door was wide open, Zhai Er's chest was red, and he stood at the door of the broken temple with a few bloody bald heads in his hands. The head of the hundred households and his companions could see clearly that they were comrades who had been killed one by one.

The Jurchen knights were furious, scolding in their mouths, and the movements in their hands became more violent.

Zhai Er threw the human head in his hand at the gate of the temple, he took a few breaths, rested a little, saw the opportunity, pounced on the side, and slashed at the back of a Jurchen knight who was fighting.

"Ahh

The screams sounded, Zhai Er slashed the other party, the man staggered, took a few steps forward, and was pierced through the throat by Wang Feng's spear, which resulted in his life.

The remaining hundred household chiefs and the other two Jurchen knights were even more frightened at this time. Just one Wang Feng can't support it, not to mention that there is also a Zhai Er, who is eyeing from the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack.

"Song Gou, a straight lady thief, return the life of my Jurchen warrior!"

Sahu Baihu's eyes were blood-red, and the long knife Huo Huo cut out. Wang Feng was a little hurried for a while, and he was hit on his back, drawing a long hole, and blood immediately flowed out.

At the same time, Zhai Er took advantage of Wang Feng's opportunity to fight with the other party head-on, and slashed another person, the man's arm was cut off, and the blood flowed profusely, holding the broken arm, and moaning in pain on the ground.

Seeing that Wang Feng was injured on his back, Zhai Er hurriedly went up and entangled a Jurchen knight, while Wang Feng fought with the only remaining head of the hundred households.

Sahu roared like a wild beast, his eyes fierce like a wolf. Sahu lifted the long knife, and the knife did not leave Wang Feng's vital point, so that all of it was a sacrificing style of fighting with the same end and losing both.

"Grass!"

Wang Feng also burst into flames, and the spear stabbed at the other party like a poisonous snake. He had a lot of wounds on his body, all because of the lack of armor. Wang Feng stabbed wildly, the head of the hundred households supported the left and the right, he retreated step by step, his physical strength was finally exhausted, his right arm was bad, and the long knife "clanged" and fell to the ground.

"Die!"

Wang Feng stepped forward, as fast as lightning, and slashed down with a knife, and the whole shoulder of the head of the hundred households was slashed off obliquely. He let out an earth-shattering roar and fell to the ground, blood gushing like a fountain, and half of his body was buried in a pool of blood in an instant.

The Jurchen knight who was fighting with Zhai Er, seeing that the lord was about to be killed, was in a mess, and was injured by Zhai Er's left leg, and then was slashed with a knife, and never got up again.

Wang Feng felt weakness all over his body, and there was a hot pain everywhere, thinking that when he was fighting just now, he suffered a lot of blows on his body, but he was concentrating on fighting and didn't notice it.

Wang Feng sat on the ground at the entrance of the temple with a "poof", he gasped for breath, only to feel that his whole body seemed to fall apart, and he no longer had any strength.

Zhai Er held a long knife in his right hand, staggered up, wiped the beads of sweat on his fat face, and asked with concern, "Erlang, are you okay?"

Wang Feng shook his head, wiped a handful of sweat, looked at Zhai Er, and asked the same: "Second Brother Zhai don't worry, it's all skin injuries, it's not a big deal." It's you, second brother, you're not injured, are you?"

Speaking of which, this Zhai Er is his first friend who came to this time and space, and he doesn't want Zhai Er to have any three strengths and two weaknesses.

Zhai Er's face turned red, and he quickly shook his head and said, "Erlang, don't worry, I'm fine." Today, we have killed so many people, you have made great contributions, and my second brother and I will be famous all over the world. ”

Although he said a little weak-hearted in the front, in the back, he was full of pride, and the whole person became radiant.

"Second Brother Zhai, I won't be greedy for merit. In this battle, neither of us can do without anyone. ”

Wang Feng smiled slightly, and his spirit slowly eased up.

"Second Brother Zhai, let's go in and talk."

When the two came to the temple, several women and the fat Song Bing were all happy when they saw Wang Feng and the others coming in.

Wang Feng nodded slightly at a few people, pointed to the fat Song soldiers and a few women, and whispered to Zhai Er: "Second Brother Zhai, please go over and let them all go."

Zhai Er saw that Wang Feng had nothing to do, and he was also relieved. He walked over, untied the ropes on several people, and personally helped the fat Song Bing over.

"Thank you so much!"

A few people came over, and they all bowed on the spot, and the fat Song Bing knelt on the ground, snorting and crying.

"Thank you both for saving lives. In the end of the Tiger, the south wall of Tokyo Castle defended the forbidden army. After the villain returns to Tokyo City, he will definitely report the merits of the two strong men to the officials, and ask the two brothers to respect their names!"

The fat Song soldiers escaped death, and the heart of retribution arose.

Wang Feng and the others hurriedly helped everyone up. When they lit the fire again, they gathered together to roast and talk.

Wang Feng shook his head and said: "Brother Ban don't mind, we are all Song people, how can we see death without saving it, and let the thieves wreak havoc." Now that Fanzi is besieging the city, I wonder what the situation is in the city of Tokyo?"

In his impression, the Jurchen army besieged the city for the first time and did not achieve his wish, but now that he has come to this time and space, he doesn't know what the situation in the city is like, whether it is still the same as in history.

Ban Hu said: "Engong can rest assured. Although Fanzi is vicious, it doesn't hurt to go to Bianjing City. The old minister has already led his troops to Qinwang, and the day must be coming. Fanzi should not be surrounded for long, and the troops will be withdrawn!"

Wang Feng nodded, this is basically the same as the situation in history. The Jurchen armies on the east and west did not form an encirclement, so they could only retreat. It seems that his visit did not affect the course of history.

However, since this is the case, according to the inevitability of history, soon the Jurchen army will invade the Song Dynasty for the second time in less than a year, and the east and west armies of Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zonghan will advance together, cross the Yellow River, form a siege of Bianliang City, and finally break through Bianliang City, and the Northern Song Dynasty will perish, which is a shame for Jingkang.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng's face couldn't help but sink.

Zhai Er obviously didn't have these troubles, he straightened up, shook his hair, made himself look more heroic, looked at the few young women in front of him, cleared his throat and said, "A few little ladies, where are you all from, how did you fall into the hands of these Jurchen fans?"