The night was dark and thundering.

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky, pouring down.

Black clouds cover the sky, and the earth can be said to be invisible to the five fingers, only when the thunder flashes, can you faintly see the surrounding situation from the rain curtain.

The eyesight and perception of the soldiers are far superior to those of ordinary people. But in such a night rain, it is inevitable that some people will panic and fall on the rugged mountain road and roll into the mud.

The Shenxiao soldiers pounced on them like hungry tigers, swords and guns fell, harvesting the lives of the Shentang athletes, without the slightest mercy.

Indeed, as Zen Master Xuezhai had predicted, although the heavy rain had greatly affected the long-range weapons of the Shenxiao Army, the defeated soldiers of the Shentang Army were more and more frightened by the heavy rain and thunder.

The casualties caused in the pursuit of the north have always been much greater than when the two armies faced each other. The fleeing enemy soldiers had little resistance and were easily killed as prey.

Zen Master Xuezhai carried out the exquisite Mahazhiguan Zen Gong, and a bright white light emanated from his body, showing the way forward for the Shenxiao soldiers, while also slowly healing his own injuries.

His expression was extremely compassionate, as if the Buddha had come into the world, but under his command, the Shenxiao soldiers had all turned into bloodthirsty wolves.

The blood of the temple soldiers was washed away by the rain and mixed in the mud, and shimmered brown and red in the light of thunder.

It's not enough.

Zen Master Xuezhai thought.

This battle requires catching the big fish.

He had already dispatched Jing Zhisheng and Zhao Zhonggao to lead the cavalry team in a roundabout way, planning to cut the retreating Shentang army into two sections.

Several other light troops also hurried away, preparing to ambush the Shentang army at key positions.

Su Mengzhen would not leave his soldiers behind, otherwise, after the commander fled, the Shentang army would completely collapse, and Su Mengzhen would no longer be able to keep the position of the hall master.

The Buddha's light on Zen Master Xuezhai became brighter and brighter.

In the distance, Wu Feng's eyes became more and more fierce.

It even brought a faint blood red.

Under his crotch, the ice-blue BMW "Ranmaru" was galloping, leading four hundred healthy horses forward.

In such a dark and rainy night, the horse team determines the direction by following the head horse, ensuring that the whole team is neat and orderly.

"Aunt Yun, please. ”

Wu Feng looked at Yun Hailan beside him, his expression was solemn, and he said in a very low voice.

This battle can only be successful, not lost.

Zen Master Xuezhai must die. Otherwise, the future of the temple is really worried.

It is really unknown whether the shrine after the fiasco can be preserved under the terrible strategy of Zen Master Xuesai.

"Xiao Feng, don't worry. Yun Hailan cast a soft look, but it was extremely firm.

In the night rain, she floated without a bit, her figure hazy, not touching the rain, like a ghost.

As Wu Feng expected, after being seriously injured, Zen Master Xuezhai still did not extinguish the Buddha's light on his body.

This Buddha light can show the way for the Shenxiao soldiers, and when the torches are extinguished by the rain, the Buddha light becomes brighter and more dazzling.

But this also marked the location of Zen Master Xuezhai for Wu Feng.

Zen Master Xuezhai is not a god, and he can't calculate that Wu Feng actually prepared such a cavalry team in advance.

After all, according to common sense, if there is such a cavalry team, it should be brought out to help the Shentang army when it is about to be unable to hold on, and not wait until the army is defeated before dispatching.

The sound of horses' hooves is imminent, and the sound of torrential rain is urgent.

"Enemy attack!"

The high-pitched cry sounded in the dense rain, and was drowned out by the dense rain.

When Wu Feng and the others were discovered, they had already come into contact with the team of the Shenxiao Army.

Wu Feng raised his sword and slashed the throat of the Shenxiao Guerrin.

Blood spurted out of the rain and fell with the rain.

The biggest flaw of Wu Feng's followers as cavalrymen is that they have not undergone professional cavalry group combat training, and they are lacking in battle formations.

This is also the reason why Wu Feng did not play this card when it came up, but only after the defeat did he let his followers step on the war horses and carry out a surprise attack.

Now that the Shenxiao Army is elongated due to the pursuit, coupled with the heavy rain, the formation has also become less tight, showing some confusion.

Suddenly attacked, the flank of the Shenxiao Army let out a burst of exclamations.

"Cavalry...... Where did the temple get so many cavalry?"

"The cavalry team under Jing Zhisheng and Zhao Zhonggao has already been killed to the front - now we have no cavalry on our side!"

"Damn...... Out of nowhere. ”

"I don't want to die...... Whew!"

At night and in torrential rain, it is not easy to see the number of people.

Cavalry, on the other hand, often seemed to have a lot more horses than infantry because of the size of their horses.

Although there were only four hundred horsemen, it also caused a lot of panic in the Shenxiao army.

Wu Feng's sword was like lightning, and the crimson streamer flickered in the night rain, and everywhere he passed, the rain was evaporated.

With a move of "Wind Sweeping Changhong", the sword light swept through like a small hurricane, swept straight down from the horse, and the three defenseless Shenxiao soldiers were cut off at the same time.

Wu Feng's knights all fought bravely, smashed into the enemy formation, and cut the enemy formation on the spot.

At this time, Wu Feng's eyes suddenly bloomed with a touch of brightness.

He was taken aback.

Yang Huang'er's clothes and armor are like snow, and in the pouring rain, the rain does not stick to his body.

After all, they met on the battlefield.

"Tian Chang...... No...... Wu Feng ......" Yang Huang'er stared at Wu Feng's face and muttered.

An experience in the East China Sea seemed to circulate in her pupils.

"Miss Phil. The two looked at each other, and the corners of Wu Feng's mouth also showed a wry smile.

There is certainly a faint melancholy in my heart.

But he took advantage of Yang Huang'er's stagnation, slapped the horse like flying, and rushed past her!

At such a critical moment, there must not be a moment to reminisce about the past.

Yun Hailan whispered beside Wu Feng: "Xiao Feng, do you know that girl?"

Wu Feng couldn't answer.

Xue Xiyan has also flown over.

"Trust me. Wu Feng said to Xue Xiyan.

Xue Xiyan just nodded silently.

At the same time, many golden phantoms suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

It was the Yellow Turban Lux summoned by Yang Huang'er.

"Whatever it takes, contain the enemy!" Wu Feng said resolutely.

Yang Huang'er showed no mercy to his subordinates, only heard a few explosions, and several people had already been beaten by the Yellow Turban Lux to the point that their heads were bursting, and blood was splattered.

Wu Feng's heart was astringent.

These are the elites he has trained with his own hands.

But if Zen Master Xuezhai does not die, the temple will only lose more athletes in the future.

Swords and guns intersected, and the sound of weapons clashing in the rain.

The thunder in the sky also became more and more violent, and the electric snake sprayed thin in the dark clouds, alternating red, blue and white.

Zen Master Xuezhai held the Buddha beads, looked at Wu Feng leisurely, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, Wu Feng's benefactor can personally take risks, which is really heroic. It's a pity that this matter was expected by the poor monks. ”

Before the words fell, a bloody shadow had already covered the sky, shrouding down towards Zen Master Xuezhai!