His courtyard is in the innermost part of Dongzhimen, the courtyard of the deep gate, the people are cold, there is no one to see for a long time, the people who live around are either rich or expensive, and the gate is locked in plain life, and the silence is terrible.

The city of Beijing in December is unusually cold, the heavy snow does not seem to stop, the cold wind is howling, bringing up the withered yellow leaves, fluttering and sprinkling.

In the past few days, he has been working on the Donglin Party case, several party members have been arrested and imprisoned, and many people have been confessed, Jinyiwei has not stopped, but he has handed over these little people to Shen Lian to do, one is to let Shen Lian earn some credit, so that he can be promoted, and the other is to avoid Shen Lian being targeted by the Donglin Party.

But all the ministers who were framed were personally shot by him, which was also a declaration of war against the Donglin Party, and it also attracted a lot of attention. Just two days ago, the Jinyi Wei spy came to report that someone wanted to assassinate him.

Xu Xianchun meant to stay in the Jinyiwei camp, and unless a large army was dispatched to attack, it would be absolutely safe. But he didn't care, how could he catch a big fish without bait, he had to make a bait.

The gate of Jinyiwei opened, and Zhang Zheng wore a flying fish suit, rode a navy blue horse out of it, and walked along the street towards the mansion of Dongzhimen.

The long streets were covered with snow, and there were no pedestrians but him, let alone brocade guards.

Zhang Zhengyi was bold, and he didn't take these Donglin party members who wanted to assassinate him in his eyes at all, and still swallowed a sip of soju from time to time, his body was hot, and he didn't feel cold at all.

And in an inconspicuous corner behind him, a pair of eyes were peeking at him, and when they saw him out of the gate of the Jinyi Guard, this person immediately disappeared silently into the wind and snow.

From the Jinyiwei camp to Dongzhimen, you have to pass through three streets, and on the middle street, there have already been more than a dozen killers in ambush, each of them is a strong man, with thick limbs, wearing night clothes, covering his face, and the steel knives they are equipped with are all wrapped in linen, in order to prevent reflection and arouse the vigilance of the target.

From any point of view, this was a perfect assassination, but they still didn't recognize Zhang Zheng's strength.

After a while, the man who was watching outside the Jinyi Guard camp converged with the killers, and after a few whispered conversations, everyone hid and waited quietly for the arrival of their target.

The wind and snow were getting heavier, and the goose-feathered snowflakes were dense, and his big lobe was full of snowflakes.

"Da Da Da"

The sound of the horse's hooves and the bluestone slab colliding is crisp and pleasant, and it is particularly loud in this silent night.

The inns and shops on both sides of the street were closed early, except that the flickering candles could be faintly seen through the windows, and the dim light illuminated the earth.

Zhang Zheng was defenseless on the surface, but in fact, his right hand was always on the hilt of the knife, and he could pull the knife out of the sheath in an instant.

His erbium is for fishing, not for fish.

"This is it. The moment he stepped onto the second street, his mind was highly focused, and his gaze swept vaguely on both sides, full of dilapidated houses and some haphazard shops, with goods placed everywhere.

It was a good place for assassination, and his instincts, who had been practicing martial arts for many years, told him that someone was watching from the sidelines.

The low houses around it are a good place for Tibetans, and not far in front of them is his courtyard, which they have to choose here unless they don't plan to do it.

"Angang", the war horse under his crotch let out a high-pitched neigh, he raised the whip, gently patted the horse's buttocks, and the war horse immediately quickened its pace, seeing that it was about to pass through the street.

"Hands-on. Several men in black glanced at each other and immediately attacked, intending to kill their targets in the shortest possible time.

"Chirp", the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air sounded, Zhang Zhang's color changed greatly, and he didn't want to think about it, one turned over and dismounted, rolled to the side, but his war horse was pierced by three iron arrows and fell to the ground.

"Kill", the three black-clothed killers jumped down from the room behind him, and the bright steel knife slashed towards his head, the momentum was violent, the three killers were all powerful, and the steel knife rolled up the whirring wind, like tearing rags.

He exhaled heavily, and the palm on the handle of the knife exerted force, and the embroidered spring knife was instantly unsheathed, blocking the three-handled steel knife at a faster speed.

"Bell", the deafening resonance of gold and iron, Zhang Zheng's eyes showed a fierce light, his right hand exerted force, the embroidered spring knife was flipped, and the back of the knife swung open three steel knives, and then the body pressed back, the waist was forced, and the blade instantly reversed from behind, bringing up three blood flowers, and then the three corpses fell to the ground weakly.

Killing three people with one knife is terrifying.

His body did not stop, like an agile ape, rolling a few times in the street, and then appeared on the other side, three iron arrows grazed his body and nailed to the ground, the tail of the arrow was still shaking, which showed the strength of the force.

Seven or eight like-dressed killers surrounded him in the middle, steel knives flashing with cold light.

"Bell", Zhang Zheng did not retreat but advanced, the back of the embroidered spring knife knocked open the long knife that was cut over, stepped forward, a knife once again sealed the throat of a killer, scarlet blood along the blade dyed the placket red, an embroidered spring knife was made by him superb, and actually blocked all the steel knives, not only that, his powerful strength suddenly exploded, and a knife made like a hammer.

"Bang dang", a man in black was directly chopped back by him with a knife, and hit the wall, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. In less than twenty breaths, five or six killers were lost in his hands, and only two of the seven or eight killers who besieged him together were struggling to hold on.

Zhang Zheng's knife technique was fierce and uncast, the cold blade crossed an arc, cut off the head, blood gushed like a spring, and the other killer was directly frightened Dan, frantically fled into the distance, and a steel knife shot from behind, ending his life.

He didn't leave, but put the embroidered spring knife in front of him and made a defensive appearance.

In fact, these more than ten killers were just a piece of cake for him, and the battle of Salhu was a hundred times more cruel than this, and he survived, but he felt that an extremely dangerous aura was locking him, and this aura loomed, not weaker than him in the slightest.

"If my friend doesn't show up again, I won't be with me. Zhang Zheng said with a sneer.

Anyway, the more it drags on, the better it will be for him, and when Jinyiwei arrives over, the other party can't escape, and now he should be in a hurry, not him.

Sure enough, in a restaurant not far from Zhang Zheng, a sunspot woman put down the strong bow in her hand and picked up the long knife on the table.

The woman's figure is slender, her body wrapped in a black night coat is uneven, and her face under the black veil is not clear, but it is not too bad to think about. Her knives are even more distinctive, five feet long, with a blade of three feet two, a handle of one foot eight, and a curved back, similar to a Japanese sword.

She snorted coldly, lifted the knife, tapped her toes on the window, and the whole person jumped down from a height of three feet, still in mid-air, the long knife was unsheathed, raised high and slashed, with the help of the downward momentum, this knife was unstoppable.

It is the knife that borrows the power of the person.