Guo Fan's actions were like a raging rabbit, and He Baihu and his group had no time to react.

With personal soldiers guarding around He Sanshu, his own strength is not weak.

But it's a pity.

Facing Guo Fan, he was powerless to resist and was kicked out of the wall.

Everyone felt a flash of figure in front of them, and things were in a foregone conclusion!

"grown ups!"

The personal soldiers changed their faces drastically, and they did not care about taking revenge on Guo Fan, and they all lay on the wall and looked down.

"Peng!"

He Baihu fell heavily from the wall more than one meter high and then rolled into the trench below.

There were sharp wooden stakes in the trench, and several of them even pierced his armor, and they were not sure how deep they were in the flesh.

"ah……"

A shrill scream came from He Baihu's mouth, his cheeks were covered with dust and blood, and his body was struggling desperately in the trench full of spikes.

"Bairong people!"

Guo Fan stood in the upper head, ignored the screams below, shouted to the Beirong army: "There is a hundred households here, and the Daliang Baihu has changed to Beirong Ezhen, just right."

"Liu An!"

He Baihu grabbed two wooden stakes with his blood-stained hands, pulled himself up from it, and roared to the sky.

"You must die a bad death!"

"Tsk tsk..."

Guo Fan shook his head repeatedly: "Master Baihu, I think you should worry more about yourself."

"Crazy..."

"Swish!"

On the wall, a group of personal soldiers finally came to their senses, pulled out their weapons, and pointed at Guo Fan angrily.

"A man surnamed Liu, how dare you assassinate the Lord of Hundred Houses!"

"It was Lord Baihu who agreed to the request of the Beirong people himself, and I just fulfilled my wish for him."

Guo Fan looked calm: "Of course, if you don't agree, you can go down and pull him up."

"But now that's the case, I advise you not to act rashly."

"you……"

The personal soldiers were furious and were about to take action.

Most of the border troops are ruthless and disrespectful to orders, but this definitely does not include personal soldiers.

The officers raise their own soldiers. Not only does the military pay have to pay for the full amount, but they also eat and live together on weekdays.

Treating personal soldiers is like brothers and sisters.

Therefore, few personal soldiers have ever been betrayed their master's family.

There was turmoil inside Baoningdun, and the Beirong people did not seem to have expected that it would develop to this current situation.

What they wanted was the murderer who killed Lord Banda's brother, but not the Baihu in Daliang.

The three riders were stunned for a moment, muttered a few words to each other, and then one of them rode his horse backwards.

Obviously, they want to ask for instructions on what to do next.

"That hundred households!"

In the Beirong army, someone suddenly shouted: "Is your people on top? My master still counted what he said just now."

He Baihu, who had just struggled from the trench, was stunned, then he was ecstatic and hurriedly crawled up.

"Sir Banda, He Sanshu has heard of your name for a long time."

He was covered in blood and staggered towards the Beirong army: "I am willing to exchange my surname Liu for yours..."

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly froze.

He lowered his head, a shiny spear tip penetrated his heart and brought out a foot-long blood-stained gun barrel.

"Ho...ho..."

He Baihu stretched out his hand with one hand, his eyes full of reluctance and reluctance, and his mouth made a sound, his body shook for a moment, and finally he threw himself to the ground.

After falling to the ground, my body twitched a few times before I completely lost my voice.

"traitor."

On the wall, Guo Fan withdrew his palm expressionlessly and looked at a group of personal soldiers: "This kind of person should be killed!"

"ah!"

The personal soldiers roared wildly.

They were almost going crazy.

The man in front of him kicked his master out in front of them, and threw a gun and killed people in front of them.

The Lord is humiliated and the minister dies, and cannot be forgiven!

With a wild roar, several personal soldiers were already wielding their swords and guns.

One of them was the most fierce. He made a mistake in his feet and came first, and he tugged Guo Fan's throat on the blade.

At the same time, his wrist trembled slightly, which actually locked his entire upper body.

“Huh?”

Guo Fan's mouth was light and his big hand bent into claws, and he grabbed it against the blade.

"Click..."

A harsh sound rang.

Guo Fan's five fingers were cast like steel, and they were buckled on the blade, and some sparks were rubbing out.

With a wave of his hand, the blade was forced to slash back, stopping all the incoming swords and guns.

"This force is from the main fist."

“That’s right!”

The other party held his sword firmly, gritted his teeth and roared: "You ruined my junior brother's kung fu and killed my chief general. Today, you either die or I die!"

Before the sound was finished, I had already used a knife to slash several times.

"Dingding...dangdang..."

Guo Fan's face was calm from beginning to end, but he flicked his hands and ten fingers, and then he flew out the incoming swords and guns.

As for the threat that the other party said, he didn't care at all.

He leaned forward, took two steps under his feet, grabbed a steel knife, and killed one with his backhand.

As soon as the blade rotated, the two spear heads fell down.

A man bent his bow and arrows behind him. Before he could shoot out, someone roared behind him and rushed over.

"Tao Liu, I'll help you!"

Ma Chao gritted his teeth and struggled for a moment, but after all, he still felt that he wanted to stand on Guo Fan's side.

However, he was too weak, even if he faced a archer who was not good at melee combat, he would be defeated.

"kill!"

On the side, a long spear pierced out obliquely, forcing the archer back.

But Jiang Niu also made the move.

His eyes were red, he held the gun in both hands, and stabbed forward without any tricks, and he was full of momentum for a moment.

Guo Fan glanced at the two of them and knocked one to the ground with a knife again.

He moved forward slowly under his feet, waved his long sword easily, and blocked all the attacks.

No matter whether it is a knife or a gun, no one is close to you!

And every time a knife is swung, one person will definitely fall down.

Even the master among the personal soldiers, the one from the Zhengquan Sect, howling desperately and launching an attack, would be useless.

"puff!"

With a long knife, the blade went straight into the heart along the gap of the cotton armor, and a blood-stained blade appeared behind the personal soldiers.

Guo Fan drew his sword, and with a slight swaying his sword, he pulled the remaining breath out of the wall.
To be continued...