This kind of martial arts performance is not boring for Ma Yue at all, and it is Ma Yue's own way of practice to comprehend and enhance his martial arts by relying on the tricks between masters.

It's fighting, it's fighting. Between life and death, it is by no means like romance, Lu Bu is absolutely invincible in the world, and if Yan Liangwen is ugly, martial arts may not be under Guan Yu. There is no first-class and second-rate distinction in battlefield battles at all, and one negligence is that the top martial artists will still die ugly. The sturdy and mighty man was also stabbed in the chest by the young and weak Ma Yue, and died in an instant.

Life, death. It's as simple as that.

Therefore, the elite soldiers who have experienced a hundred battles on the ancient battlefield are very terrifying, because they are really war maniacs who crawled out of the sea of corpses and bones, and the instinct to kill has been deeply imprinted in their minds, they are the closest men to the devil in the world, and they can do everything.

At this moment, Dong Zhuo glanced at Ma Yue and ordered him to go into battle.

At this time, Cheng Yi in the field was still showing off his might.

Ma Yue turned around and took several long knives, straddled them on his waist, and drove the horse out of the crowd.

"Liang Renma is here, please advise!"

Cheng Yi has fought three times in a row, and he can get off the field, but at this time, it is rare for this young man to show off his might in front of so many people, and men inevitably love to be in the limelight, and the shouts of thousands of people and those appreciative eyes are enough to make the most humble man flutter. However, when you are in the limelight, you will always be angry when you are interrupted, regardless of whether you show it or not, this is called jealousy. After that, it was naturally a big fight.

Cheng Yi watched the fierce young man rushing into the arena with several long knives on his back, and as if there was no one, he slapped his legs and rushed up with a spear. He didn't yell at a certain family like Ma Yue, he fought three times in a row, and the victories were clean and neat, but he was afraid that the entire Xiqiang tribe knew that there was such a fierce man.

Ma Yue didn't want to fight with Cheng Yi, he didn't want to take advantage of the danger, but Cheng Yi rushed over with a spear to teach him a joy in his heart.

Cheng Yi is a master, and in the previous three games, Ma Yue didn't see how high Cheng Yi's martial arts were, but he probably knew that he was definitely above the third rate. As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there were two changes.

He decided that Ma Yue was young and his strength was insufficient, so he wanted to win with a spear and a single blow.

Ma Yue brandished the long knife to urge the horse to catch up, Cheng Yi's spear tip and blade touched and retreated, Ma Yue pounced, the strength on the weapon was not unloaded, the spear was a straight one, until Ma Yue's heart.

Ma Yue looked at the tip of the spear enlarged in his eyes, pulled out the short knife on his back waist left and right, and swung away the life-seeking spear.

But one move, both of them were terrified.

If it weren't for the habit of carrying three steel knives behind him, Cheng Yi's change of tactics would have killed him. When Cheng Yi's spear tip touched the blade, he was only frightened by Ma Yue's strange power for a moment.

Ma Yue's strength was terrifying for his age.

Leading the horse back a few steps, one long and one short, with two steel knives in his hand, Ma Yue looked at Cheng Yi and smiled.

Cheng Yi sat on the horse and hooked the corners of his mouth, arched his hand on the horse, walked the horse with an iron spear, and waved at Ma Yue, "Come again." ”

This time, both of them faded away from contempt.

Ma Yue's long knife makes the force just right, and Cheng Yi's spear is like a dragon.

The one-move battles are full of visual stunning, but the performances, the evenly matched battles for the audience, are what they love.

There are tens of thousands of Qiang people on the grassland, and there are hundreds of martial arts in the stream, and more are those mediocre talents with low martial arts.

The two sides have passed a hundred moves in the blink of an eye, Cheng Yi is gradually losing strength, he is gradually anxious, and what makes him frightened is that Ma Yue is fighting more and more fiercely, and his body seems to have inexhaustible strength. He has always dared not fight hard with Ma Yue, mostly flashing at the touch of a button, and he was so tired that he was panting like a cow, but Ma Yue was fighting more and more energetically, who could not be afraid of this monster-like character.

Ma Yue noticed that Cheng Yi's breathing was disordered, and secretly applauded, if you don't fight with me, I will force you to fight with me.

Secretly self-transporting, a knife to split the star, and then from top to bottom, at this time the horse played with the tip of the spear and was about to stab out, such a scene in the heart of the frightened hurriedly raised the spear to block.

"Bell!"

With a loud bang, the iron spear flew away. A pair of tiger mouths have been shattered, and Cheng Yi's heart flashed through the past, and he regretted it in his heart.

Repentance for the gullibility of Uncle Beigong, hatred for his greed.

This winter, his tribe froze to death 3,000 cattle and sheep, and there was little food left for the winter, Beigong Bo came to him and said that he had something to help him, Beigong Bo knew that Cheng Yi was brave, so he promised to allocate 2,000 cattle and sheep to Cheng Yi after the matter was completed, so he rushed to Jincheng with his entourage to help Beigong Bo.

As a warrior he should laugh at death, he has thought many times about what he will do when his life comes to an end, but when death does come, he cannot be still.

There were still thousands of people in his tribe who did not have winter food, so how could he die calmly.

Closed his eyes and waited for a long time, the sharp long knife still did not fall on his head, he opened his eyes and saw a young man with great strength smiling at him, "Big brother's martial arts are really not weak, if it is not for three consecutive battles, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from defeat." ”

Cheng Yi said gratefully: "Since I lost, how can I not afford to lose, my life will be driven in the future." ”

With that, he turned his head and picked up his spear, straddled his horse and returned to the crowd.

In the martial arts grassland, Ma Yue put away his sword and straddled the horse, waiting for the next challenger.

The feeling of playing against a master is a pleasure for him, and he will definitely learn after the battle. The fight between life and death always makes him check and fill in his martial arts, and it has only been a few years since he fought wolves in Zhangshan, and his martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds.

It is better to practice once than to exercise for a year, and now his martial arts are no longer able to grow rapidly by training, accompanied by Ma Teng, Ma Zong, Guan Yu, Ma and other fierce warriors who can charge into battle, and now his martial arts are no longer general.

Battlefield experience is what Ma Yue needs most today. You can't practice fighting experience by yourself.

At this time, the surrounding discussion about Ma Yue and Cheng Yi had reached a climax.

Some people say that horses are more victorious than martial.

Some people should be cautious when they say it.

Some people even laughed at the riddle as to why Ma Yue had to carry four long knives.

However, what they all agree on is that Ma Yue and Cheng Yi are brave.

Even the major Qiang commanders intend to recruit these two people, especially for the winner Ma Yue, because of this kind of martial arts, if the loser is lucky enough not to die, he will be the slave of the winner, and recruiting Ma Yue means accepting the two generals, and the Qiang tribes are more merging and fighting, and such a fierce general is enough to run rampant in Xiqiang.

However, the fiery hearts of the Qiang Shuai were then poured with a basin of cold water, because the fierce young man was brought by Dong Zhuo, the assassin of Bingzhou.

As early as ten years ago, Dong Zhuo had already been famous in Xiqiang, and no Qiang person dared to grab meat in his mouth to eat, even if the Qiang people were handsome. Outside the field, Dong Zhuo showed a satisfied look on his face, and in the face of the praise of Ma Yue from several Qiang heroes, he couldn't stop smiling. This kid I found by myself is really good! didn't embarrass Lao Tzu. Li Dao also smiled at Guo Yan and said: "Guo Er, it seems that this kid Sanlang's martial arts have improved a lot." Guo Yan asked, "Is there one?" Why do I think he's not doing his best? Ling Shui fought with me to the death, and he was much more powerful at that time than he is now. "Hmph." Li Wei snorted lightly and scolded with a smile: "That's because you are higher than that Cheng Yi's martial arts on the field, and San Lang has to work hard if he wants to win against you." Do you know that I saw him once in the village of Saiwai Diren, and at that time he was far from being as good as he is today. ”

Listening to everyone's praise of Ma Yue, a young man in the field was extremely disdainful, snorted lightly, turned around and jumped on the yellow-maned horse, and rushed out of the formation with a spear.

Ma Yue looked at the young man who was galloping over, he was as old as him, he looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, the same height was about eight feet, his thick eyebrows and big eyes were more handsome than Ma Yue, he was wearing a felt hat and yellow armor, and he sat on a three-river yellow-maned horse, and shouted with a spear: "Jincheng Yan Xing, I will be with you today!" ”