Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Chapter 1028 Tibetan Masters

At this moment, the city gate was filled with heads, and lives vanished in an instant. Yu Zhou lowered his head, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Inside the city gate, the inner guards and wind riders numbered a total of six hundred, but they suffered heavy losses in the pincer attack by the city gate guards and the guards coming down from the city wall.

The combination of a martial arts master and an assassin is a joke when facing a well-organized army.

Fortunately, this was not an open area; otherwise, if they had tried to get close to the soldiers, they would have surely become corpses on the ground.

Long Feng and Wulezhi's progress was slow, but the reinforcements transferred from near the palace were about to arrive. Mo Ling came from afar and told Long Feng the bad news.

At the same time, he also brought Long Feng several new weapons.

"Is the weapon about to break?"

"Look what I brought you."

The demon spirit took the swords off its back and placed them in front of Long Feng.

One of the swords, with its unique shape and blades covered in spikes, immediately caught Long Feng's attention.

"Give me that sword," Long Feng said impatiently. "What's its name?"

"I don't know, I smuggled them from a distant relative of the Tibetan king." Mo Ling said, then tossed two symmetrical knives to Wulezhi who had rushed over. "Here, take these. I'm an expert in both swords and sabers, I have one of each."

"What distant relative?"

"It's that spy who got caught, the one named Kalai."

"Why did you go to his house?" Long Feng asked, puzzled. "But this sword is indeed a good sword."

"Well..." Mo Ling chuckled dryly, "I was just thinking that since we were already at his doorstep, I should just go over and kill him and his parents. I bet his servants are going crazy right now."

"Ah, this..."

"Anyway, he's no good. Killing him is much more beneficial than not killing him. Let's just kill him with one stroke, and the brothers will get some benefits too, right?"

With a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, the demon spirit, a master of both, shrugged his shoulders, threw his head back, and let out a wild laugh.

"You bastards, let me show you how powerful Grandpa Mo Lin is!"

He pounced forward, slashing and hacking with his sword and knife, and in the blink of an eye, two soldiers fell to the ground, dying instantly.

Long Feng and Wu Lezhi laughed. Since Mo Ling had already killed the people, they naturally had no need to object. They followed Mo Ling and the three of them formed a combat team and began to advance.

The three men's terrifying fighting prowess soon attracted the attention of the soldiers on the city wall, and the news was also sent to the ministers.

These ministers could no longer remain silent and oversee the battlefield; they immediately began new deployments.

A hidden force, never before conscripted, was released from the death row inmates' cell in the east of the city.

Before they came out, they had already fought in the prison. Even though everyone who came out alive was injured, they were all full of vigor.

“There is a group of Tang Dynasty spies in the east of the city. Go and take care of them. Kill one and you will be promoted to squad leader, kill five and you will be promoted to centurion, and kill ten and you will be promoted to commander of a thousand men.”

"Kill twenty people and you can command an army; kill thirty people and you will become nobles."

The young nobleman looked at the group of formidable criminals and spoke simply and decisively.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."

"I hope you can seize this opportunity."

The criminals were eager to try, but a few still didn't fall for the trap, seemingly uninterested in the reward.

A man with a face full of scars said unhappily, "If there are no experts as my enemies, then I'll go back. I'd rather be executed by you now than become your war machine."

Several people who shared his thoughts stood still and remained silent, waiting for the young nobleman's answer.

The young nobleman, with one hand on his forehead, replied:

"Three very skilled masters: one wields two swords, one wields a single sword, and the other uses a sword in one hand and a knife in the other."

Scarface stuck out his tongue and licked his lips:

Where are my weapons?

Soon, the prisoners returned to the dungeon, found their weapons, tested their sharpness on the corpses scattered on the ground, and then rushed out.

Before long, the trio of Long Feng who were slaughtering the city's guards stopped. The excited demon spirit followed Long Feng's gaze and looked back, immediately spotting a group of powerful experts approaching menacingly.

There were about forty skilled men, each dressed as a condemned prisoner, carrying their own weapons as they walked toward the city gate.

Those guards and wind riders who tried to fight have already died in the street.

"It seems the visitors are up to no good."

Long Feng wiped the blood off his sword and grinned maliciously.

"I'll go test their moisture level."

The demon gripped the knife and sword in his hands, and without even turning his body, he performed a classic backstroke entrance.

The prisoners laughed louder and louder the moment they saw the demon fly back lying down.

Scarface licked his lips and shouted, "I'll take this one!"

He was about to meet the demon spirit in front of him with his short-handled halberd when a man next to him carrying an iron rod struck him on the back.

"Get out of my way, I'll take care of this!"

"I'm going to smash his head in with my stick!"

Scarface showed no weakness, seemingly oblivious to the pain, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent out a halberd that pierced straight into the back of the man with the iron rod.

The man with the iron rod quickly returned his rod to defend, deflecting the short-handled halberd.

"It seems you really don't want to live anymore."

"If you're not convinced, shall we have a match?"

The two were locked in a fierce confrontation, exuding murderous intent, which greatly annoyed those around them.

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Why waste so much time talking? You can just keep wasting your time here. We'll take care of those three."

The crowd pushed the two aside and came to greet Long Feng and his two companions.

The man wielding the steel whip suddenly accelerated, quickly meeting up with Wulezhi, who had surpassed Longfeng. Wulezhi held up both swords, while the man brandished his steel whip.

After a head-on clash, Ulezhi slashed as many as three hundred times in a very short period of time.

After the two separated, the ground was littered with bits of flesh and corpses and their organs. Ulezhi didn't even look at his handiwork and charged at the group of prisoners.

"Looks like a tough opponent. Let's all go together!"

The man with the iron rod shouted, leading a female prisoner holding a whip and a disheveled man exuding a sultry aura, as they approached Ulezhi.

The demon swam in on its back, only to be met by another group of people.

When a middle-aged man with calloused hands saw the famous sword and knife in his hand, his smile suddenly turned strange.

"It's great that there are actually people who like these knives and swords!"

"So even weapons labeled 'cursed blades' are never abandoned simply because of their unsatisfactory appearance!"

"Yeah!"

"The weapon I forged is indeed a divine weapon of the world!"

He became increasingly deranged.

"What are you babbling about!"

The demon spirit didn't understand what this guy was babbling about, but it was too lazy to ask.

Despite being stunned by the man's full-force blow to the head, he casually chopped off the man's head with a knife.