Chapter Twenty-Three: Han Captures the Tiger (1)

His name is Han Baohu, the word, Zitong, five out of twenty this year, with a burly appearance, courage, and good reading. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Baohu carried an iron ring knife on his back and slowly walked on the way to the "Three Tiger Village".

Some people may ask, what are these three tiger villages?

These three tiger villages are a bandit's den not far from Guangning County, Shanggu County, Youzhou.

The first three leaders of the Three Tiger Village, the big bosses call themselves Tiger Bosses.

The second master calls himself the second tiger.

Of course, the third master is the tiger boss.......

Therefore, the Three Tiger Village comes from this, the Three Tiger Village can be described as killing people and setting fires, doing all kinds of evil, it is not ashamed, and still reverse, the whole Three Tiger Village is notorious in Guangning County.

But that's all about to change today.

Because, Han Baohu, Han Zitong is coming.

Han Baohu walked step by step on the mountain road of "Three Tiger Mountain", the mountain road is not difficult to walk, there is no imaginary ruggedness.

In the distance, there is the Three Tiger Village.

Han Baohu quietly looked at the Three Tiger Village for a while, sneered, and strode forward.

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"Ding-dong."

The sound of the handover of metal weapons came, and Han Baohu stood in the center of an open space with an iron ring knife in his hand.

Hundreds of bandits surrounded him, carrying all kinds of weapons and their eyes were shining.

"Your Excellency..... Who is it, my Three Tigers asked myself if I didn't offend Your Excellency, why did Your Excellency commit my Three Tiger Village, do you think that my Three Tiger Village is easy to bully? ”

A man who could guess at a glance that he was the leader of the bandits pretended to be a literati and inspired Barra to speak.

Han Baohu sneered again, these years, the bandits have begun to reason?

Raise the iron ring knife in his hand and kill it fiercely.

The iron ring knife reflects blood, one step at a time.

The ring knife in Han Baohu's hand is like a ghost, chopping, chopping, cutting, and slashing, showing the extraordinary martial arts.

There was a stump and severed arm in front of him, and the blood slowly stained the entire clearing, which was extremely unpleasant.

"Whew... Phew....."

The tiger boss had hatred in his eyes, staring at Han Baohu deadly, this person is too strong, really strong and terrifying.

Dozens of sons and daughters couldn't even touch his shadow, let alone his body.

Looking at the second tiger who had fallen in a pool of blood, the tiger boss's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were wide open, and he shouted violently, "Sons, kill with me!" ”

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Han Baohu is holding three heads in his hands, which are the three tiger villages, the tiger boss, the second tiger boss, and the third tiger leader.

Outside of Xia Luo County.

Sunset.

The sunset is calm. The flame melts before the darkness, ten thousand sunrises and sunsets. The sunset was melancholy, but it had to go.

10,000 sunsets, 10,000 sunset impressions, 10,000 sunset aftertastes.

The sunset is calm.

Outside the city of Lower Los Angeles, I want to leave a little brilliance, and I still feel a little guilty.

Han Baohu held the three heads of the Three Tigers Village in his hands, and walked slowly, slowly approaching Xia Luocheng.

The guards at the city gate discovered him as soon as possible, and urgently imposed martial law, dozens of soldiers of the Yang family held the spears in their hands tightly, staring at Han Baohu who was walking slowly step by step like minions.

Yang Zongbao received the report of the city gate guards as soon as possible, and personally rushed to the gate of Xia Luo City with dozens of personal soldiers.

Han Baohu was still walking slowly, and the three human heads in his hands were wrapped in cloth, but the spherical object that kept dripping blood from the black cloth proved what it was.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Yang Zongbao's eyes, and he could feel that this person who was walking towards Los Angeles was very strong!

"Who are you?" Yang Zongbao said.

"Han Baohu."

"What are you doing?"

"Take refuge in Yang Zihan."

"Why?"

"Because he killed Deng Mao."

"I don't believe you!" Yang Zongbao took a deep breath.

"I know."

The two slowly fell silent, and Han Baohu stood silently more than fifty steps outside the city gate, holding a black cloth in his hand, still dripping blood.

The two sides were probably silent for a while.

"Fight?" Yang Zongbao said.

"Good!" Han Baohu simply threw down the head in his hand.

Yang Zongbao slowly picked up the black gold gun in his hand, and slowly walked forward, while looking at Han Baohu opposite with a solemn face.

Han Baohu's expression was still the same, his face was expressionless, he silently pulled out the iron ring knife behind his back, and still walked towards Yang Zongbao step by step.

The two were very close, about five steps away, and the two sides stopped very tacitly.

"The first general under General Pingbei, General Yang Zongbao!"

"Quang Ninh Han captures the tiger."

Wow!

The two of them shot at the same time, and the weapons of both sides went to the vital points of the other party, without sparing the slightest hand.

It's a pity that an inch is long and an inch is strong.

Han Baohu exerted his strength in the back of the waist, and flashed back lightly, dodging Yang Zongbao's move.

Yang Zong Baohao did not stop, and the spear was extremely powerful, pointing directly at the heart of Han Baohu.

Han Baohu's expressionless eyes finally changed a little, it was Jingguang.

The ring knife in his hand swung upward, and only hearing the sound of "ding", Yang Zongbao took a step back.

"Hey, that's a lot of strength." Yang Zongbao was secretly horrified in his heart.

This trick was tempting, and Yang Zongbao felt numb in the tiger's mouth.

Without hesitation, take shelter.

The spear in Yang Zongbao's hand was like a white rainbow, and his marksmanship was as fast as a storm, and his move was fatal, and he beckoned towards Han Baohu's vital point.

But he said that this Han captured the tiger, it was really extraordinary, on how fast his Yang Zongbao's marksmanship was, just ask for one word, steady!

You stab, I block. You poke, I hide. You sweep, I flash

No matter how Yang Zongbao's marksmanship is against the sky, he will not be able to stab Han and capture the tiger.

After fifty or sixty moves, Yang Zongbao looked a little weak.

At this time, Han Baohu was still a general, and he did not change his color.

Han Baohu dodged Yang Zongbao's shot again, snorted coldly, and rushed up with a Pu knife.

With a knife on the head, it was slashed head-on, and the sword was tiger and tiger, and the momentum was extraordinary.

Yang Zongbao's eyes instantly shrank like the tip of a needle, and he shouted loudly and dodged sideways.

Dodging Han Capture Tiger's move, Yang Zongbao only felt that his back was dripping with cold sweat, if his reaction to the knife just now was a step slower, he was afraid that he would have to stay here today.

A trace of unyielding flashed in Yang Zongbao's eyes, and he secretly said in his heart: "A certain is General Fenwu, a general under General Pingbei, how can he lose face with the general?" ”

"Ding, Yang Zongbao's loyalty attribute has exploded, and the force is +5!"

Yang Feng, who was eating dinner, suddenly heard the voice of the system in his head, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Zongbao? Isn't Zongbao in the city, why did he even use his skills? Yang Feng said to himself.