Chapter 22

There are dozens of fierce dogs opening the road and moving very fast. Those with only third-class strength are either scared away by the fierce posture of these fierce dogs or swallowed by these fierce dogs.

Even in the case of some powerful, Wang Hao, who is closely behind, will solve it.

They rushed all the way, and soon they came to a high tower, which sealed a large amount of fierce fire oil.

However, when they arrived here, they both stopped and looked at a middle-aged man with a judge's pen and a sinister face standing under the opposite tower. Behind him were dozens of tiger gangs with big knives.

"You really came for the fierce fire oil!"

The middle-aged man stared at Wang Hao coldly. The dark killing opportunity was revealed without any cover up, and Wang Hao's expression was dignified.

This is a strong man not inferior to Wang Heihu!

"He is Wang Zihong, the deputy leader of the black tiger sect. He is good at using a pair of judge pens. He is best at attacking people's acupoints. His strength is no worse than that of Wang black tiger."

Qing'er whispered to Wang Hao about each other's characteristics and strength. After all, she has been in the core area of the black tiger gang for four years. Naturally, she knows something about the inside.

Even she had seen the battle between Prince Hong and Wang Heihu with her own eyes. Although she couldn't understand the mystery, it didn't prevent her from judging what appeared on the surface.

"You first drag the guy with a dog, and I'll kill those little minions, and then I'll clean up the guy in turn."

After looking at the dozens of tiger gangs behind Prince Hong, Wang Hao's heart sank and he also had an idea.

The gang members of these dozens of tiger gangs are obviously elite gangs like Wang Heihu before. It is extremely difficult to compete with those fierce dogs. Once these people clean up their own fierce dogs, they will fall into a passive position.

Nowadays, the best tactic is to imitate Tian Ji's horse racing allusions and exchange opponents. The strongest player of his own side will quickly solve those gangs first, and then deal with that guy in turn.

After all, the opponent's weapon is the judge's pen. He is not good at group warfare. It's best to drag it with those fierce dogs.

"Grandpa, be careful!"

Qing'er nodded and whistled. Then the dozens of fierce dogs rushed to Prince Hong.

At the same time, Wang Hao also bypassed Wang Zihong and killed the dozens of tiger gangs guarding under the tower with a sword.

"Hum!"

With a sneer, Wang Zihong didn't choose to intercept Wang Hao, but dealt with the fierce dogs at will. At the same time, he stared around to guard against other possible opponents.

He has seen that Wang Hao is just a thing that doesn't repair his internal power, and his accomplishments are third rate. He is either a fool or a helper in the dark when he comes to break into the fierce tiger gang.

Obviously, he prefers the second possibility, that is, there are enemies hidden in the dark, which is the opponent he really wants to face.

Not only did Wang Zihong think so, but so did the dozens of elite members of the tiger sect in the rear.

Therefore, in the face of Wang Hao who rushed in, they didn't pay attention to him, and they didn't even use their full strength to meet him.

"Hiss, hiss..."

With a big sword in hand, Wang Hao is really a tiger into a flock of sheep. He directly wiped out thousands of troops and immediately killed nearly ten members of the fierce tiger sect.

Without waiting for these people to react, Wang Hao took a step forward and wiped out thousands of troops again, killing eight members of the tiger sect.

At this moment, the rest of the fierce tiger Gang just reacted and hurriedly and cautiously attacked the rushing Wang Hao.

Unfortunately, although they have an advantage in number, they are no longer an absolute advantage.

The two moves swept away nearly half of the people, and the rest could not form a certain scale even if they did their best.

In the face of these people who are besieged with all their strength, Wang Hao holds a big sword and makes every effort to display the ten styles of bloody battle. With the footwork created by seeking defeat alone, he is simply a killing machine.

Even with his own hard work, Wang Hao ignored those attacks that were not strong at all and made every effort to attack. The results were remarkable, which reduced the number of the fierce tiger sect quickly.

Wang Zihong in front of him realized something was wrong and wanted to rush to stop Wang Hao's killing behavior, but he was surrounded by dozens of fierce dogs. His own weapon was the judge's pen, and his strongest martial arts was the type of hitting human acupoints.

But these fierce dogs have a ghost cave!

The lethality of a pair of judges' pens in hand is not even comparable to that of a steel knife, so it seems very passive and can't rush out in a short time.

In this way, Wang Hao attacked wildly and finally killed the rest of the elite gang. Except for two people who took the opportunity to quit, all the rest were killed by him.

At the moment, Wang Hao's whole body is bathed in blood again. Most of them are others, but a small part is his, and there are more than ten wounds on his body.

Fortunately, these wounds are not serious, just some skin injuries.

It's very cost-effective to quickly kill these dozens of people at this price.

At the same time, it also proves the power of the upgraded ten forms of bloody warfare, which is worthy of being a battlefield martial art specially for dealing with group attacks.

Ignoring the two elite gang members who fled, Wang Hao didn't stop at all. Holding a big sword, he killed Wang Zihong.

Qing'er recalled half of the fierce dogs to guard around, while controlling the other half of the fierce dogs to cooperate with Wang Hao to launch a fierce attack on Wang Zihong.

Wang Hao's strength is not weaker than that of Prince Hong. Now with the control of these fierce dogs, he is more passive.

What makes Wang Zihong feel depressed and want to spit blood is that Wang Hao majored in hard skill iron cloth shirt. His own defense is strong. In addition, he did not practice internal skills. Even if he was pointed to an acupoint, it would have little impact.

This has once again reduced his combat effectiveness.

Occupying various advantages, Wang Hao's attack became more and more fierce. Without insisting for a few times, Prince Hong was cut off a palm. Even if he finally wanted to escape, he was blocked by the surrounding fierce dogs, and then killed by Wang Hao with a sword.

Ignoring the dead Prince Hong, Wang Hao took a few steps and cut open the locked gate of the tower with a sword. Immediately, a pungent smell came from it, some like gasoline, but much more pungent and disgusting.

Obviously, this is fire oil, or preliminarily treated oil, an extremely flammable thing.

After drilling, the jar was full of two foot two foot jars, which were sealed with fierce fire oil.

"Pa!"

Pick up a jar of fierce fire oil, light it with the fire fold Qing Er found earlier, and then throw it on the ground outside. The scattered fierce fire oil burns immediately to form a big fire.

Because of the characteristics of fierce fire oil, even if it was raining cats and dogs, it could not be watered out. Instead, it floated on the water and burned brightly, and quickly spread to the surrounding buildings along the rain.

"Temporarily block the gate with a dog!"

Give an order to Qing'er. Wang Hao carries the big sword behind his back, returns to the tower and uses his hands together. He throws out the jars sealed with fierce fire oil one by one towards the surrounding buildings, and soon a sea of fire is formed.

Although these jars are not small, they are only 20 or 30 jin each. Wang Hao's strength is strong and powerful, and his basic strength is nearly 1000 Jin. In addition, he also used the method of survival in the ten styles of bloody battle to throw those jars out as a long sword.

In this way, each jar can be thrown tens of feet away.

Under such great force, the jar will burst when it falls to the ground, and then it will be ignited by the raging fire, making the flame cover more and more areas.

Soon the fire oil jar on the first floor was thrown away. Wang Hao closed the door on the first floor and let Qing'er rest.

Before this was over, Wang Hao rushed to the second floor again, kicked open the surrounding windows, and threw the above fierce fire oil jar along those windows to the surrounding roof, so that the flame range could be expanded again.

Then there was the jar on the third floor. In a short time, all the fire oil in the whole seven story pagoda was thrown out. With the higher the height, the throwing distance became farther and farther. In the end, it even reached a hundred feet away, covering almost the core of the whole manor, making it a sea of fire.

As for the high-level and many gang members of the black tiger Gang, they can only retreat to the periphery and dare not go in at all.

"Can you hold it?"

Back on the first floor, Wang Hao looked at Qing'er, who was wet with sweat, and admired the girl's tenacity.

Although he intended to throw the jar away and did not affect the tower here, the fire is so fierce that the air temperature here has soared to an exaggerated situation.

Rao is a man with an iron cloth shirt. He feels very uncomfortable, not to mention Qing'er, an ordinary person, but the girl still holds her teeth.

At the same time, he also soaked the fur of the surrounding dogs with the rain to prepare for the next breakthrough. He didn't know when he got a coir raincoat wet by the rain.

As for those dogs, they are lying on the ground like wilted eggplant, with their tongue extended and panting heavily.

"I can!"

Qing'er said firmly that she would not fall until she saw brother Tai.

"I rushed out on your back!"

Wang Hao looked at the fire outside and didn't think the girl could go out by herself.

"Thank you!"

After hesitating, Qing'er finally put on his coir raincoat and lay down on Wang Hao's back. At the same time, he shouted to the panting dogs lying on the ground: "dogs, keep up!"

Wang Hao got up and rushed out with Qing'er on his back, aiming at Wang Heihu's bedroom.

The dogs, who were already hot, immediately followed up and soon came to a luxurious room surrounded by fire.

That's Wang Heihu's bedroom!

There was no time to carefully look for the entrance of the closed secret room. Wang Hao took a big sword and swept thousands of troops down the wall and floor of the room. He soon found an entrance. With a few swords, he chopped the secret iron gate made of refined iron and entered the secret room.

The dogs in the rear followed closely, and the burning sensation disappeared only after they came to the underground secret room.

"Are you sure there's a secret way here?"

Wang Hao groped around and asked Qing'er suspiciously.

This is a secret room made of huge stones, inlaid with a fluorescent stone at the top, which can barely see the surrounding scene.

The layout here is clear at a glance. Except for a few secret vents, it doesn't look like a secret way at all.

"I once saw Wang Heihu stay in the room for three consecutive days. When he came out, he secretly threw the dishes sent by his servants into the kennel. Unless he is an immortal who can eat and drink, there must be a secret way here."

Qing'er, who was a little relieved, said firmly. She was very sure of this.

"Step back!"

Wang Hao thought deeply and then asked Qing'er to step back. He clenched his big sword again and chopped at the surrounding stone walls.

If you change the long sword made of ordinary refined iron to cut stones, it will definitely break. However, unlike thousands of refined steel, although you can't cut stones like mud, it's still not a problem to cut some marks.

After a while, the surrounding walls were covered with sword marks. Wang Hao stopped his sword and stood up. He buttoned down the fluorescent stone on his head and carefully checked the sword marks on the surrounding walls.

Now the outside is surrounded by fire. Outsiders can't rush in at all. They have plenty of time to look for it slowly.

And Qing'er is not idle. She looks after the injured dogs, tears her clothes into cloth strips and simply bandages the dogs.

Wang Hao looked at this scene and nodded with appreciation. As a dog lover, he naturally had a good impression on the same dog lover.

Moreover, these dogs have just really helped a lot. If it were not for the restraint of these dogs, he could not solve the problems of Wang Zihong, let alone cause so much confusion.

So he recognizes these dogs.

"Found it!"

Soon, Wang Hao saw an uncoordinated sword mark, with a slight fault in the middle, and the fault showed a vertical straight line.

Looking at both sides again, sure enough, a fault was also found three feet on the left. Visually, it was probably a three foot wide gate.

With the goal, it's much easier to do next. Holding the big sword in your hand, you cut the gap in the stone gate opposite, cut off the existing door bolt, and then push it with force. Sure enough, you pushed it open.

"Good guy, it's five feet thick!"

Pushing the stone gate open, Wang Hao looked sideways and smacked his tongue.

This stone gate is only three feet wide, but its thickness has reached an amazing five feet. No wonder he didn't hear it when he just knocked it with his hand.

I'm afraid this is also the other party's deliberate design, just in case someone explores the secret inside.