The rain was heavy, the wind was strong, the trees on both sides of the mountain road swayed in the wind and rain, and the dead branches and fallen leaves flew all over the sky, and the ground was covered with water an inch deep, and the mountain road was like a stream.

The speed of Zhang Zheng and his party was very slow, braving the majestic rain, whether it was for people or horses, it was a difficult test, running out for two hours, about forty or fifty miles, the knights of the Jinyi Guard under his command could not hold on, if they continued to hurry, and when they arrived in Hangzhou, let alone to kill Nie Yuan, their own people would not be able to stand it first.

"Second brother, the brothers can't do it, let's find a place to shelter from the rain first, there will be problems if we continue like this. Shen Lian shouted loudly, and the knights behind him slowed down, waiting for his decision.

Zhang Zheng knew that this was not a good opportunity to hurry, but in this wilderness, where was there a place to stay, he glanced at the people behind him, and they were shivering in the torrential rain one by one.

The spring rain is cold, and his body is strong and can withstand it, but the people under him can't.

Just as he hesitated, a rider suddenly appeared on the path, which was the spy sent out to explore the way.

"Lord Qiqi, there is a ruined temple not far ahead, which can be used as a resting place. The spy stepped forward.

He waved his whip, hissed his horse under his crotch, and galloped out, followed closely by the crowd, and in the wasteland not far ahead, a dilapidated temple stood quietly in the rain.

The temple has been abandoned for a long time, the walls have collapsed, the Buddha statues have fallen to the ground everywhere, and seven or eight pillars support the tattered roof, and there are more than 50 people but it is not obviously crowded.

Zhang Zheng picked up his saber and sat on the straw in the corner, staring at the rainstorm outside the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Lian took a few warriors, found some wood and firewood, set up two bonfires on the stone slabs, and other warriors came around, took the hats and clothes, and used the light of the fire to dispel the cold.

The group didn't have the heart to speak, they just wanted to take a good rest during this time.

They didn't dare to complain about Zhang Zheng, as a Jinyi guard, he had long been accustomed to performing tasks in various difficult environments.

"Second brother, wouldn't it be too hurried to hurry up like this? Shen Lian took two baked cakes from the package and sat beside him, ate one for himself, and handed another over.

Zhang Zheng took the baked cake, swallowed it slowly, there was a slight heat in his stomach, and his body immediately warmed up, not only did he not relax, but he became more and more irritable, and he always felt uneasy.

"Third child, do you think we have been discovered by Nie Yuan?"

Shen Lian felt that it was unlikely, they were hiding their whereabouts all the way, unless there was a traitor around Wei Zhongxian, it was impossible to leak the traces.

Zhang Zheng knows all this, but he still chooses to trust his instincts, preferring to believe in what he has rather than what he doesn't have.

"You tell the brethren not to let their guard down and to let the spies out. ”

Shen Lian also knew that caution was the best, and immediately a few warriors took up their swords, put on their robes, put on their hats, and disappeared into the rain.

The rain continued to fall until the evening, and he was really tired, so he leaned on the straw and closed his eyes to recuperate, except for the samurai on duty, the other brocade guards also found a place to rest.

"Keng", Zhang Zheng was suddenly awakened, and then he heard three or four screams outside the door, and the samurai on duty was shot on the stairs by iron arrows.

"There are enemies. Shen Lian roared, and all the brocade guards in the broken temple got up, carrying the bright embroidered spring knife and posing in a defensive formation.

A series of sounds of breaking the air sounded outside the ruined temple, and dense iron arrows shot towards them.

Zhang Zhang's color changed greatly, he turned over and hid under the corner, an arrow grazed his scalp and nailed to the wall, and the rest of the brocade guards also looked for cover, but there were still five or six people who couldn't dodge and were shot into hedgehogs.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the rain of arrows, and when they set off, they only brought long knives, and as for the special repeater of the Jinyi Guard, they did not bring it, otherwise they would not have been beaten and had no power to fight back.

After a few waves of arrows, hundreds of samurai armed with steel swords rushed out of the mountains and forests and slaughtered towards the ruined temple.

"Boom", five thick iron chains hung on the supporting stone pillars, and the broken temple collapsed in an instant and shattered.

"Kill", the warriors of Jinyiwei are not vegetarians, and more than 50 people rushed out of the smoke and dust with embroidered spring knives and fought with the men outside.

Zhang Zheng knew that he and others were still falling into other people's traps, and his heart suddenly sank. At this time, two strong men dressed in pockmarks rushed in front of him, and the two steel knives slashed down, the momentum was violent, and the surrounding brocade guards were already entangled with their opponents, and the swords shook the sky.

"Sonorous", Zhang Zheng's eyes showed a fierce light, since he was discovered, he would kill them all. The saber in his hand was instantly unsheathed, the cold blade slashed out, and the two steel knives were cut off, and the straight long knife was cut together with the two of them.

The powerful power of the Mo knife was undoubtedly revealed, and the hot blood was sprinkled all over the ground, Zhang Zheng held the knife in both hands, jumped up from the stone platform, and fell into the crowd of fighting.

"Boom", the steel knife fell, and a man was directly shocked back three steps away, the horror in his eyes had not yet faded, and a blade was inserted into his chest.

In just four or five breaths, four men died under Zhang Zheng's knife, he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

The thick and sharp Mo knife combined with his fierce and unforged knife skills is invincible, and each knife will take away a life.

Seeing that he was so brave, the killers around him retreated and made way of an open space, but the next moment, more than a dozen people dressed in black suddenly appeared and surrounded him.

There is a faint evil aura around these more than ten black-clothed people, obviously much stronger than others, and between advancing and retreating, there is a degree of discipline, not in a hurry, obviously they have been trained a long time ago.

Zhang Zheng, who was surrounded in the middle, shrank his eyes, and these more than ten people gave him strong oppression, as if he had returned to the battlefield of Salhu, his body was full of qi and blood, and his heart was faintly boiling.

"Kill", the roar of the tiger and leopard sounded, he took the lead, stepped forward, and slashed horizontally with a five-foot-long steel knife in both hands, rolling up the dusky rain, and slapping it on his body.

"Bell", the two men cooperated with each other, one left and one right blocked his way, the two people raised their knives to kill, and the four of them reversed the situation in an instant, turning defense into offense, and the cooperation could not be described as tacit.

Zhang Zheng knew that he must not panic at this moment, the steel knife swung left and right to open the encirclement of the two killers, took a step with his right foot, and his waist was forced, regardless of the falling steel knife, the slender Mo knife slashed out diagonally.

His sword was five feet long, far longer than his opponent's, an inch long and an inch stronger, and two swords stopped an inch above his head, and the man who had the sword was dead.

succeeded with a knife, but Zhang Zheng did not retreat, and the two black-clothed killers in his left hand had already killed him again, blocking his retreat.

"Bell", the blade collided and sent out dazzling sparks, he slashed out, and the powerful force penetrated the blade, and the killer of the knife he only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and then his arm lost sensation, he didn't have time to pull back, his throat was cut in a moment, and he died.

The killer behind him was overjoyed, and Zhang Zheng was facing away from him, he was only one step away from Zhang Zheng, and there was a twisted sound in his throat, but a flash of knife flashed, his hands had been cut off, and another knife was made, and his strong body collapsed to the ground weakly.

"Ignorance. Zhang Zheng's cold voice rang out, and he stepped over the corpse, his blood-stained blade pointing at the remaining black-clothed killer.

After several battles, he has already seen the way this group of people are coming, they are decisive in killing, they are not afraid of death, they advance and retreat in a certain way, every move is a battlefield move, it is obvious that they are people in the army.

They may be able to hide from others, but they can't hide from Zhang Zheng, a fierce warrior on the battlefield.

"Dare to attack the Jinyi Wei Thousand Households, aren't you afraid of the Nine Clans?" he threatened.

The rest of the men looked at each other and pounced with knives.