The two sturdy men went back and forth in the ring, punching and kicking each other, and the people on the city wall shouted in amazement.

Sun Ce dodged Ma Chao's whip legs, hugged Ma Chao's lower body, pressed him to the ground with a grappling, pressed his knees up against Ma Chao's ribs, and hit his face with both fists continuously.

Ma Chao raised his hands to protect the front door, and at the same time used his waist and abdomen to turn over with a harrier, trying to throw Sun Ce off, but Sun Ce grabbed the trouser belt around Ma Chao's waist and threw him out of the distance with his strength.

Ma Chao suddenly became angry, propped himself up and rushed over again, the two of them pressed against each other, the green muscles burst out, and they began to wrestle in the center of the ring.

Sun Ce seemed to have found a way to deal with Ma Chao, and after a moment of vain, he suddenly withdrew, and when Ma Chao lost his body and moved forward, he hooked his foot and pushed Ma Chao out again.

Ma Chao hurriedly closed his body before he fell into the embarrassment of eating, and he was even more annoyed, raised his eyes and saw that he just fell to the side of the weapon rack, picked up a Pu knife with his hand, picked up another and threw it to Sun Ce, and crossed the knife to the stance.

Sun Ce knew that Ma Chao saw that his fists and feet were not cheap, and he was about to borrow a blade to find the field again, so he couldn't help but sneer, clenched Pu Dao and pointed at Ma Chao, "Come on!" The First World War is over! ”

Ma Chao frowned, gritted his teeth, rushed over, slashed three times in the head, took the kick, and when Sun Ce dodged back, he was even more bullied forward and chased after him, but Sun Ce used the drag knife in the knife on the Pu knife, and swept back to wipe Ma Chao's neck.

Ma Chao continued to bully forward as if he was dying, Sun Ce was also shocked, and Zhao Yun on the city wall also suddenly leaned forward, secretly shouting: "Not good!" Lost! ”

I saw that Ma Chaosheng resisted Sun Ce's drag-knife slash, completely ignoring the blood marks left by the Pu knife in Sun Ce's hand on his neck, and rushed in front of Sun Ce, and the knife was across Sun Ce's neck.

There was a thunderous cheer in the entire urn city, especially the soldiers of the Ma family, who shook the ground. Hua Wenxuan remembered what Ma Chao had said before, and hurriedly pulled Zhao Yun down the city wall and came to the edge of the ring, but was given by the guards and soldiers.

Ma Chao slowly stood up, and the Pu knife in his hand kept pointing at Sun Ce.

Sun Ce glared at Ma Chao through his visor, and let out a breath in his mouth, "Ma Mengqi!" You win! ”

Ma Chao looked at Sun Ce with a cruel smile, "I won!" Your life! It's mine! ”

Hua Wenxuan was under the ring, looking at Ma Chao, Ma Chao glanced at Hua Wenxuan contemptuously, and his expression was as proud as a winning child.

On the city wall, a uniform slogan sounded, "Kill!" Kill! Kill! ”

This is a dueling habit that the Huns have continued for thousands of years, and the winner will most of the time choose to kill his defeated opponent to show his martial prowess.

Ma Chao was naked, holding the Pu knife, and looked at Sun Ce, who was slowly standing up. Hua Wenxuan frowned, and secretly made up his mind in his heart, if Ma Chao dared to take a step forward, he would rush directly to the ring to save Sun Ce.

Ma Chao gasped violently and looked at the city walls around him, he was hesitating what to do with Sun Ce.

Hua Wenxuan secretly touched the iron whip on his waist, and Zhao Yun on the side pressed his shoulder, walked up to the edge of the ring, and shouted at Ma Chao: "General Meng Qi is not victorious!" ”

Ma Chao was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhao Yun with his eyes narrowed, "What is the basis for what you say?" Zhao Yun walked towards Ma Chao, and Ma Chao waved his hand to the guards on the edge of the ring, signaling for Zhao Yun to come up.

Zhao Yun came to Ma Chao and smiled slightly, "If General Bo Fu's drag knife turned back, if he wasn't afraid of hurting your life, why not just leave a shallow mark on General Meng Qi's neck!" Didn't General Meng Qi know anything? ”

Ma Chao was stunned for a moment, squeezed his eyes, and looked at Sun Ce, Zhao Yun smiled, "Why should General Meng Qi deceive himself?" General Eberfu's situation today is that he injured General Meng Qi in this ring, can he get out of the way? General Meng Qi's repeated claims that a fair battle is limited to armor and blades? The burden in General Bofu's heart, can General Meng Qi also carry it? ”

Hua Wenxuan couldn't help but secretly applaud, Zhao Yun's words were very subtle, pointing to the point, this Ma Chao didn't win today, nor did he lose.

Ma Chao eased his breath, stared at Zhao Yun, and asked coldly, "In your opinion, what should I do?" ”

Zhao Yun grinned, "You two are both heroes in the world, but it's a pity that you have different ambitions, each occupies one side, and martial arts competition is the direction of martial arts, so why bother to be obsessed with winning or losing?" ”

Ma Chao looked at Zhao Yun coldly, "It seems to make sense to say it, but it's a pity that Ma Chao has a bad habit, he just doesn't like to listen to people's reasoning!" Ma Chao raised the Pu knife and pointed at Zhao Yun, "Win me, I'll listen to you next!" ”

Zhao Yun shook his head and looked at Ma Chao, "You have been fighting for a long time, and you will not be able to win in the next battle!" ”

The muscles on Ma Chao's face twitched unconsciously, and he said coldly: "Are you so sure you can win me?" ”

Sun Ce on the side stepped forward, handed the Pu knife in his hand to Zhao Yun, and looked at Ma Chao, "Since General Meng Qi insists on fighting, General Zhao doesn't have to refuse!" However, Bo Fu reminded General Meng Qi, don't underestimate the enemy! ”

Zhao Yun looked back at Hua Wenxuan, stared at Ma Chao and smiled slightly: "Then it's disrespectful, you and I are both people who use guns, so how about using sticks and guns?" Take two whistle sticks and use them at a time! ”

Ma Chao sneered, and ordered the soldiers in the distance to find a few ash and red lacquer whistle sticks, Ma Chao and Zhao Yun took them separately, and came to the center of the ring to set up a posture.

There was another wave of cheers on the city wall, and there was no shortage of people everywhere!

Hua Wenxuan was a little relieved, after all, Ma Chao had already spent a lot of physical strength with Sun Ce, and it should not be a big problem for Zhao Yun to wait for the battle to win.

Zhao Yun grabbed the middle end of the whistle stick with one hand and put it diagonally on his waist, and Ma Chao held the stick with both hands and stood it at shoulder level, and the two looked at each other silently in the grinning wind.

Zhao Yun danced with one hand, bullied forward, a whistle stick poked straight at Ma Chao's waist, Ma Chao held the stick with both hands to the side of him, and a rhinoceros Mochizuki stabbed the whistle stick straight to Zhao Yun's face from the other side.

Zhao Yun leaned over, put the whistle stick on his waist, and pierced a posture under his feet, Hua Wenxuan looked at it carefully, that was the sign of the momentum of the hundred birds towards the phoenix spear.

Sun Ce on the side was also stunned, his eyes staring at Zhao Yun's strange figure.

Ma Chao didn't dare to slack off, and clenched the whistle stick and waited for it.

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with a hint of golden light, and the whistle stick in his hand stabbed at him with lightning speed, Ma Chao gasped and calmly responded, and for a while, even the wind in the ring was driven more violently by the figures of the two of them.