Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

"You kid, you're going to use a hidden weapon, right?"

As the saying goes, there are three types of unfilial behavior, AD top laner!

Everyone is a close combat fighter, but you're the only one who took out a long-range weapon. Do you have any martial ethics?

The red-clothed people risked their lives. Since Song Zhen had set a precedent for using a hidden weapon, they wouldn't be polite.

The iron umbrella opened, and the umbrella-bone sword blade spit out and shot at Song Zhen.

He buried his head in the rattan shield and rushed over quickly.

Since the launch device was just a mechanism, the actual force was not as strong as a bow and arrow, so their short sword blades had very low attack power.

The rattan shield hand waist knife of the Qi family army is not in vain? The rattan shield can even block bows and arrows, so why would it be afraid of your small sword blade?

Countless sword blades were blocked by the rattan shield.

Song Zhen lowered his head to observe the shadows on the ground. He predicted with one hand and stabbed another person.

He hit the opponent's face with a rattan shield, and the red-clothed man stood unsteadily and staggered a few steps.

Song Zhen is here to kill you! He ended her sinful life by slitting her throat.

The remaining two red-clothed men were afraid of him when they saw how brave he was.

"What should we do?"

"The opponent's body is too flexible. We are holding a big umbrella and it is inconvenient for us to move."

"So, do we really need to use the sword in the umbrella?"

"If not now, when?"

The two red-clothed men looked at each other, and they pulled out the handles of the iron umbrellas in their hands, and an 80-centimeter-long rapier appeared in their hands.

"Hey, your weapons are quite fancy, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense, look at the sword!"

The leading red-clothed man slashed at Song Zhen's head with a sword.

Song Zhen raised his rattan shield to block the sword.

But behind him, another red-clothed man attacked from behind and stabbed him with a sword.

Song Zhen turned his waist, and the sword in the umbrella cut the clothes on his back.

There was a faint trace of blood seeping from his waist.

Song Zhen was not afraid at all. He took a step back because it was a bit uncomfortable to deal with such a front-and-back attack.

It would be better for both of them to fight head-on!

He spun the rattan shield in his left hand and threw it at the red-dressed man on the left. Then, he raised a cloud of dust on the ground with the ring-handled knife in his right hand to block the opponent's attack.

The rattan shield made the red-dressed man on the left dizzy. Song Zhen ran over, picked up the rattan shield that fell on the ground with the ring-handled knife, grabbed it with his left hand, and threw it out again.

And this time, because the distance was very close, the rattan shield bounced back and he firmly caught the brim of his hat.

This repeated several times, and the red-dressed man on the left was hit hard in the neck and throat every time. She felt that her breathing was a bit unsmooth.

However, the person who helped her heal was Song Zhen.

Song Zhen chopped her right hand holding the umbrella sword into two parts with a knife.

Then, he jumped and spun Huashan Chop and chopped the opponent's head with a knife.

The red-clothed man was seen splashing red and white things, and the ring-handled sword was stuck in the opponent's skull.

"You are the only one left." Song Zhen kicked the red-clothed man away with force and pulled out the ring-handled sword.

He held the rattan shield in his left hand and the blood-stained ring-handled sword in his right hand. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, like a god of war.

"Can you let me go? We are also forced..." Seeing that the boss was dead, the red-clothed man completely lost his fighting spirit and knelt on the ground.

Song Zhen didn't wait for him to finish, and directly slashed at her neck with a knife, saying coldly: "If you beg for mercy, there is no need to say it. You also know that I will not let you go."

Song Zhen slowly walked towards the red-clothed man who was rolling on the ground in pain. This was the first red-clothed man who fell, the one whose Adam's apple was shattered by the scabbard.

"I'll give you a quick death."

Song Zhen held the knife with both hands and stabbed the opponent's chest fiercely.

Blood spurted on his face, and he licked the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that your blood is just as fishy as everyone else's."

The woman in white witnessed the "Three Heroes Fighting Lu Bu" in the attic. She never thought that it would end like this.

"How is it possible? How can he be so fierce?"

Those who can become red-dressed people must be core disciples of Wugen Sect. Without decent strength, it is absolutely impossible to wear red clothes.

She shrank in the corner blankly, her body trembling violently.

It's true that she is a high-ranking member of Wugen Sect and has superb martial arts skills, but she was just beaten by Wu Daxue some time ago, and then she suffered a lot of punishment in prison.

Even at her peak, she couldn't fight five people alone.

Now her body has not recovered yet, what can she use to fight Song Zhen?

"Have you seen enough?"

I don't know when Song Zhen came up.

He lifted her chin with his sword and said frivolously, "Although you are not wearing the white clothes today, I still recognized you."

The woman in white, Zhang Wanjun, calmed down and raised her eyebrows., and gave her a charming look.

"Young Master, do you recognize who I am?"

Today, her makeup is very different from last time, so it is really hard to recognize her just by her appearance.

Song Zhen put down the rattan shield in his left hand, grabbed the other person's neck with his left hand, and lifted her up in the air.

Zhang Wanjun fluttered her hands and legs, but it was no use.

"Tell me, who do I think you are?"

"Young Master, you and I have never met before, and I don't know what you are talking about."

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the hem of her skirt was torn.

Zhang Wanjun's eyes widened, and an incredible expression appeared on her face.

"You..."

Her mind was blank at this time. This was the instinct of her body, not controlled by her mind.

"You kill the man by the roots, so if I do the same to you and destroy your Ruoxiantai, how will you deal with it?"

"No, no, no! Don't do this!"

Song Zhen's eyes were fierce! He just recently learned that Di Renjie was almost killed.

Who is Di Renjie to him?

He wanted to kill all the thieves of Wugenmen! Now he has thrown reason behind his mind.

"Please! Don't do this, okay? Let me go, you can let me do anything!"

Zhang Wanjun was held at the vital point, she cried and begged for mercy.

"I want to talk to you nicely, but you didn't cherish the opportunity."

"I'll tell you everything you want to know! I'll tell you everything! I just beg you not to hurt me."

Song Zhen pinched her cheek and smiled, "Do you know how to be afraid?"

"I..."

"Tell me all the information about your Wugen Sect!"

You can't reason with this kind of person, just make her feel scared.

"Wugen Sect has a sect master and two elders, and I am one of them."

Song Zhen raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Is this the strength of an elder like you?"

Zhang Wanjun's face turned red with anger, but she couldn't refute it.

At the same time, her eyes glanced out of the door from time to time.

"What are the names of the sect master and the other elder?"

Zhang Wanjun paused, and she suddenly laughed wildly, and she laughed very happily.

"I am your mother, a dog and rat! Stinky man, your whole family will not have a good death!"

With a loud bang, someone broke in.

Song Zhen turned around and looked outside the door in confusion, only to see a dozen people in red rushing in.

Surrounding the two of them.

......

[The Wugenmen case, as you all know by now, is a perverted style. Please be prepared. ]