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Chapter Forty-Eight: Rivals


Ma Chao said he was brave before, but when he actually faced off against Yan Xing, he realized just how terrifying this Yan Xing, who was considered to be the best player in Xiliang, really was.

Yan Xing had long been so angry with Ma Chao that he started laughing when he saw that he was about to cut off Ma Chao's head.

But that smile was not a human smile, but like a beast's ferocious smile.

When he saw Ma Chao, he was like a wolf seeing its prey, with a pair of gray expressionless eyes radiating cold and bloodthirsty light.

Ma Chao knows that there is a subtle control between the peak of the Qi user and the heart of martial arts, which is the power.

At this time, Yan Xing has turned the extremely angry momentum in his heart into a huge invisible force, and is manipulating changes at will.

Mo Zi's murderous intent was to form an overwhelming momentum, fully impacting Ma Chao's body and will, finding an opportunity to defeat Ma Chao in one fell swoop.

Ma Chao's heart shivered, and he immediately ignited the momentum of inheriting the Jin Ma Chao in history.

Suddenly, a cold and decisive breath rose from around Ma Chao.

For a moment, small sparks seemed to burst in the air, and the two The person's shirt seemed to be shaking violently.

The two of them have condensed their murderous intent into substance, waiting for the earth-shattering moment.

Perhaps Yan Xing had always underestimated Ma Chao, but when he saw that Ma Chao had realized the situation, he felt even more panicked and wanted to kill Ma Chao impatiently.

Therefore, before Ma Chao's momentum could be condensed, Yan Xing jumped on the horse, drew a strange arc with the big knife in his hand, lowered Taishan with a move, and slashed out with a roar.

Ma Chao didn't panic.

When he fired the big gun in his hand, a strange afterimage appeared.

After it stabbed out, it stabbed right on the blade. bite With a crisp sound, Yan Xing's sword was immediately sealed.

Yan Xing felt a huge surge of force coming in, almost causing the sword in his hand to come out.

He couldn't help being startled in his heart, and instinctively dodged sideways on his horse.

The sword flashed strangely, almost grazing Ma Chao's body and sliding past him.

Good risk Before Ma Chao could finish his thoughts, the two horses were in the wrong stirrups.

Ma Chao turned around on his horse and swept forward with his big spear.

Yan Xing hurriedly waved his sword to block it, and then heard a clang sound.

The huge force coming from the big gun only made Yan Xing's arms numb and he could hardly hold the big knife.

"Boy, I can't tell you are young but very strong.

If you meet me today, you will never survive."

When Ma Chao heard these words, he couldn't help but be surprised: Yan Xing's words were obviously telling Ma Chao that the two moves just now were just tests.

And since I traveled through time, I am afraid I have also received some benefits, and my strength has increased day by day.

But at this moment, it seems that his arrogant strength has no effect on Yan Xing.

What's more, he was able to swing that blow with the help of stirrups.

At this time, Yan Xing had already circled his horse again and came forward with his sword.

The big knife weighed dozens of kilograms, but in Yan Xing's hands, it was as effortless as a lamp grass.

Is this the ability of a true general in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms?

Ma Chao gritted his teeth and urged his horse to meet him.

The big gun in his hand flew up and down, and the shadows of the guns danced, and the clanging sound continued.

In these rounds, the two of them exchanged swords and guns more than ten times, and their bodies turned into two phantoms, one black and one white, in the air.

People can't see clearly the tricks.

At this time, the warriors of the Qiang tribe felt that although Yan Xing was insidious and arrogant, his martial arts skills were not false.

Rigu Deji and Zhongjian saw that the battle between the two was in full swing and had no time to pay attention to them.

They hurriedly called their guards and sent them to leave the battlefield secretly and search for Chang'an reinforcements and Ma Teng's army.

The person closest to Ma Chao and Yan Xing in the field and with the most solemn expression was Pang De and Pang Lingming.

Pound would later become a fierce general who would challenge the martial arts masters in single combat.

Although he was not yet famous at this time, he had already gained experience in martial arts.

Among these people, the only one who could clearly see Yan Xing and Ma Chao's fighting tactics was Pang De.

However, at this time, the solemn look on Pang De's face became more solid, like dripping water: The young master is a genius, but after all, he is still young, and his level may not be lower than that of Yan Xing.

But without Yan Xing’s realization of escaping from death thousands of times, this battle would probably be Sure enough, just as Pang De said with emotion, when Ma Chao and Yan Xing separated again, he felt that his entire arm had almost lost all feeling.

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Cold sweat unknowingly soaked his back: Yan Xing, the way to use qi, has already been able to control force with qi, and the moves and angles are unexpectedly tricky.

Ma Chao looked at Yan Xing and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

In the electric confrontation just now, Ma Chao was unable to fight back.

Yan Xing's broadsword was as fast as a storm, and the sword rushed towards the vital point, extremely cruel.

Moreover, the sword has great weight, and every blow has a huge force.

Even though Ma Chao was already close to being powerful at this time, he was somewhat unable to withstand Yan Xing's strength.

Before the fight with Yan Xing, Ma Chao was full of confidence.

Since his rebirth, he has been invincible.

Especially in front of him, he was even more arrogant when he challenged seventeen generals of the Qiang tribe.

But at this time, compared with Yan Xing, those opponents were just a bunch of scum, a bunch of idiots who only knew how to use brute force.

The name of Xiliang's number one master is indeed well-deserved.

Ma Chao tried his best to keep his breath steady, knowing that if the fight continued like this, he would definitely die.

Looking back at Pang De, he knew that if he and Pang De joined forces, they would definitely be able to kill Yan Xing.

Even if he had let Pang De play before, Pang De might have tied with Yan Xing.

When he plays again, he might be able to defeat the depleted Yan Xing.

But now When the young Qiang general called out General Tianwei before, Ma Chao had already heard it.

This title was the title that the Jin Ma Chao in history received only twenty years later.

In the troubled times of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the struggle was not only about power, but sometimes strength was also one of them.

And this kind of title can also be regarded as a kind of soft power.

Just like Ma Teng's relationship with various tribes of the Qiang tribe, it seems to have no effect, but if used well, it can be worth tens of thousands of troops.

Therefore, it is impossible to let Pound play again at this time.

He must defeat Yan Xing and establish the title of General Tianwei.

Because if they want to fight against Han Sui in the future, in addition to the help of the imperial court, the Ma family's own force and prestige will also be necessary factors to unite the Qiang tribe.

After Ma Chao and Yan Xing fought for another five or six rounds, they were already unable to resist.

Yan Xing's sword became faster and faster, and its power became stronger and stronger, forcing Ma Chao to fight with all his strength before he could withstand Yan Xing's offensive.

At this time, the murderous intent in Yan Xing's eyes became more and more intense.

Ma Chao's ability to last for so long was somewhat beyond Yan Xing's expectation.

Cherishing each other is something that only appears in novels.

After all, although Ma Chao and Yan Xing did not kill their father and seize his wife, the hatred in their hearts for each other has long been overwhelming, and it seems that they will never die.

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