Zhang Zilie led the five hundred most elite "Flying Dragon Guards" behind him to rush into Suzhou, rushing hundreds of steps inward along the street, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the surrounding environment was a little too quiet.

At this moment they had not concealed their hiding, and it was said that the people in the houses on both sides should have been disturbed, but he did not hear any crying and screaming all the time.

"Could it be ......" Zhang Zilie suddenly had an extremely terrible thought in his heart, which made him stop suddenly, raise his hand and shout, "Stop!"

The people behind him had just stopped, and before Zhang Zilie could give further instructions, they suddenly heard a dense and neat footsteps at the city gate behind them. They turned back in amazement, only to see a group of monks with long sticks coming out of nowhere, forming a formation under the city gate, cutting off their way back.

"Shaolin monks!" Zhang Zilie's heart sank suddenly.

At the same time, the earth-shattering shouts of killing were heard in several streets a little farther away, and several groups of men and horses rushed out from several street corners with torches held high, numbering more than 3,000, blocking the more than 500 people of the "Black Dragon Army" in the middle of the street.

"Big brother, what's going on?" Zhang Zijun's face was extremely ugly.

Zhang Zilie smiled bitterly: "It seems that I underestimated the heroes of the world, and someone in the court actually saw through my plan to attack the west, and set a trap for me to enter the urn!"

Tan Gang on the other side also asked, "Dragon King, how should we deal with it now?"

Zhang Zilie's eyes flashed coldly: "Wait a minute, as long as the person in charge of the other party appears, I have my own opinions!"

The Ming army did not make Zhang Zilie wait for a long time, the men and horses in front were divided to the left and right, and two war horses came out in parallel, the top was a middle-aged man wearing a civilian uniform, and the bottom was a handsome young man in armor.

"Yang Yuxuan, the governor of Zhejiang," the middle-aged man shouted at Zhang Zilie and the others, "You and the other bandits have entered the ambush set up by the official, and if you don't give up your weapons and surrender to survive, do you still want to fight the trapped beasts?"

Zhang Zilie took a step forward, first glanced deeply at Zhou Huai'an, who was beside Yang Yuxuan, and said in a deep voice: "Sure enough, it's Lord Yang." It's just that Lord Yang is the governor of Zhejiang, why did he come to the ground in Suzhou? Aren't you afraid that someone will overstep your authority?"

Yang Yuxuan said coldly: "This official is under the secret order of His Majesty to exterminate Er and other Haikou, as long as it is related to this matter, it is within the authority of this official. ”

Zhang Zilie suddenly laughed dumbly: "Lord Yang used soldiers like a god to play Zhang in the palm of his hand, and Zhang was convinced this time." However, Zhang still has a piece of capital in his hand, and he wants to make a deal with Lord Yang, how about opening up the adult in exchange for it?"

Yang Yuxuan sneered: "Delusional! The matter has come to this point, this official advises you to tie your hands and don't have any extravagant hopes......

Zhang Zilie interrupted the other party's words: "Lord Yang, you can't stop doing the transaction that Zhang said, because the capital that Zhang said is your life!"

Before the words fell, the thick-backed long knife in his hand slashed forward in the air, and his figure merged with the long knife in his hand at this moment, and with the momentum of the long knife slashing, it crossed a distance of dozens of steps as if it was flying in the sky, and appeared in front of Yang Yuxuan's horse like a god and demon descending into the world. Relying on his unrivaled strength to capture the enemy's leader, this is the strategy he just thought of to break through the enemy.

"Hurry back, adults!" Zhou Huai'an changed color and shouted, and the long sword came out of the sheath and stabbed at Zhang Zilie.

Zhang Zilie had already seen that this person's cultivation was not the eighth level of the day after tomorrow, and he was not a threat to himself at all. His long knife castrated and did not change, but the blade sent out an innate sword qi and slashed at the opponent's long sword, and at that time, Zhou Huai'an and his sword were shocked by flying several feet.

"Lord Yang, offended!" Zhang Zilie came to Yang Yuxuan's horse, his body had not yet landed, and his left hand reached out and grabbed him by the neck.

"Amitabha, don't be presumptuous!" With a Buddha call, a gray-clothed old monk with long eyebrows like snow flashed out from behind Yang Yuxuan's horse, and his right palm was raised flat towards Zhang Zilie's chest.

"Prajna palm!" Zhang Zilie's complexion changed slightly, and his left hand turned into a palm, which was paired with the old monk's right palm.

The palms struck, and the figures of the two shook at the same time, and each took three steps back.

It's just that in this instant, Zhou Huai'an, who was shocked by Zhang Zilie's knife qi, had already turned back and protected Yang Yuxuan to retreat back.

Zhang Zilie knew that the only chance to retreat had been lost, and now there was only one way left to fight to the death. He shot a fierce killing machine in his eyes to cover the old monk in front of him, and said coldly: "Zhang and Shaolin have always been well water and do not violate river water, Shaolin sent monks and soldiers to help in the war, and it can be said that it was forced by the order of the imperial court, and now even the first master of the Dharma Academy, Master Tanyun, has been sent out, and it is Chengxin who is embarrassed by Zhang!"

The old monk clasped his palms together and said, "If the donor Zhang is just roaming on the sea, Shaolin will naturally not dare to offend, but now that the donor has come to Middle-earth to wreak havoc on the living beings, how can I, Shaolin, sit idly by?"

"What a righteous and awe-inspiring decent person. Today's gift, Zhang will definitely repay it in the future!" Zhang Zilie sneered. After finishing his words, he suddenly turned around and flew in the direction of the city gate, shouting, "Fight to the death, break through!"

Tan Gang and Zhang Zijun followed closely behind him, and the rest of the five hundred "Flying Dragon Guards" unfolded one after another, forming a standard sharp arrow formation, rushing towards the Shaolin monks who were intercepted in front of the city gate.

In the face of these more than 500 fierce and powerful Haikou coars, two old monks in their fifties with Zen sticks came out of the Shaolin monks. At the same time, they raised the Zen staff in their hands, and the monks behind them changed their formation, forming two guards in a team of one hundred and eight people, and dozens of monks and soldiers supported behind the palace.

"That's the Shaolin Arhat Array, everyone be careful!" Tan Gang suddenly changed color and exclaimed when he saw this, he was originally from Shaolin, and later rebelled because of violating the precepts, and fled overseas to take refuge in Zhang Zilie in order to avoid the pursuit of the master, and naturally knew Shaolin, the world-shaking town faction.

One of the two old monks in front of him stared at him and shouted: "Evil obstacle, what you have done over the years has really disgraced Shaolin. Today, the poor monk will take you to the main gate to thank the world!"

Pointing forward to the Zen staff, the two Arhat arrays were like two winding dragons staggered forward, and in a circle, they were surrounded by less than more, and more than 500 enemies were trapped in it with more than 200 people.

Zhang Zilie knew the power of the Arhat Great Array, and knew that if this array was really put into operation, it would be like a huge grinding disc that would grind away more than 500 people bit by bit. For now, the only way to do this is to break through a gap with the strongest force before the power of the great array is deployed.

As soon as he thought of this, the thick-backed long knife in his hand flicked into the air, slashing forward nine hundred and eighty-one times at an astonishing high speed, and the innate sword qi exuded by the blade merged into a storm with a piercing wind-breaking scream, sweeping towards the point where the two Arhat Great Arrays converged.