The more he fought, the more amazed Ma Chao was in his heart: An ordinary lieutenant under He Xian's command could not only be equal to him in terms of strength, but more importantly, the extremely difficult moves in the several spear moves he played were easily seen through by Wei Yan, as if Wei Yan was very familiar.

In fact, this is because there are many masters of guns in the Nanyang army: He Xian's overlord gun, Zhao Yun's bright silver gun, and Wen Ping's Yue Wang gun are all the top marksmanship in the world. In the usual sparring, there is a lot of contact, so you can predict in advance and deal with it easily.

But Ma Chao didn't know this, he just thought that Wei Yan's knife skills were superb.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds, and their bodies were steaming. The onlookers basked in the warm winter sun, watching the two first-class generals compete, shouting and cheering from time to time, but they were also happy.

Overall, because Ma Chao's marksmanship has both strength and lightness, he has a slight advantage over Wei Yan in terms of consumption. If the fight continues, Ma Chao will slowly gain the upper hand, but if he wants to win, he may have to go hundreds of rounds.

After Wei Yan slashed and forced Ma Chao away, he took advantage of the situation to jump out of the battle circle and said, "Boy, the martial arts are good!" Do you dare to go back and have a meal and fight again tomorrow? ”

Ma Chao was also a little tired, so he agreed to fight again the next day, and the two sides each called off their troops and returned to the camp.

On the second day, Ma Chao went out to fight as promised, but he was not greeted by the purple-faced Wei Yan, but a rather majestic halberd general.

"Are you General Wei He Xian?" Ma Chao asked.

"It's not!" The halberd general shook his head and said, "Zhang Liao, the captain of the Tun cavalry under the command of General Wu Naiwei, is also!" Wei Yan said that your martial arts are good, and you will come to meet you! ”

"He Xian's martial arts, how are they compared to you?"

"A hundred times better than me!"

"Good! Then I'll defeat you first, and then it's not too late to fight! After speaking, Ma Chao's dragon chant spear stabbed forward and fought with Zhang Liao's crescent halberd.

Zhang Liao's halberd method is a family heirloom, which has been tempered in Yanmen Bian County for a long time, simple and unpretentious, but deadly. At the same time, Zhang Liao once studied martial arts with Lu Bu's colleagues, and learned what is called "indomitable" from Lu Bu's halberd method. Since then, Zhang Liao's halberd method has become more and more violent. Especially in group battles, the lethality is amazing.

After Ma Chao fought against Zhang Liao, he found that this Zhang Liao was more difficult than Wei Yan yesterday. Although Zhang Liao's absolute strength was not stronger than Wei Yan's, if you want to talk about the subtlety of the halberd technique, there is not much difference between it and Wei Yan's red blood sword technique. But this deadly momentum is three points stronger than Wei Yan. Obviously, he has no grievances with Zhang Liao, but he feels like the two are feuding. This is Zhang Liao's characteristic, he is square on weekdays, does not smile, and once he enters the battlefield, he switches to the war maniac mode, and never spares no effort.

The two also fought for no less than a hundred rounds, and at the same time they were out of breath and rode back to confront each other. Ma Chao obviously felt that today's consumption was more than three points greater than yesterday.

"You can fight with Liao for a hundred rounds without falling behind, your martial arts are really good, no wonder the lord has a good opinion of you!"

Zhang Liao commented endlessly, and Ma Chao was confused when he heard it: "What lord?" What's the rating? ”

Zhang Liao did not answer Ma Chao positively: "If you have the courage, you will challenge again tomorrow, and I will accompany the Nanyang Army to the end!" After speaking, Zhang Liao led his troops back to Chang'an City. Zhang Liao's move was quite rude, but Ma Chao was angry but helpless. The way of the battlefield depends on their ability, and since Zhang Liao's strength is not weaker than Ma Chao, he naturally has arrogant capital.

On the third day, Ma Chao came to call for battle again, and it was neither Zhang Liao nor Wei Yan who went out of the city to meet him, but a young general in a silver helmet and white robe, holding a bright silver gun, with a delicate face and no less handsome than Ma Chao. Ma Chao is known as "Jin Ma Chao" in the Xiliang Army, and his praise is his handsomeness. And the white-robed spearman in front of him can be as handsome as him, could it be that he is......

Ma Chao was excited in his heart, and he stepped forward, just about to ask, when the white-robed gun general opposite took the lead and said, "I'm not General Wei!" I'm just a soldier under the command of my general! I heard that you are bent on challenging me to become a general, so you might as well pass my level first! ”

Ma Chao's face was suddenly very embarrassed, and he thought: Two days ago, I sent a captain to fight against me, but today I am just a small personal soldier, is this underestimating my Xiliang Ma Chao?

"The first two times I didn't give it my all, and today I won't keep it again. If you insist on working with me, don't blame me for my heavy hands! Ma Chao said with a fierce face.

Facing Ma Chao's threat, Zhao Yun smiled and hugged his fists and said: "Changshan Zhao Zilong!" Please advise! “

Ma Chao let out a loud shout, and the dragon chanting spear in his hand turned into several afterimages and went straight to Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun was not in a hurry, and used the realm of defending instead of attacking in the Hundred Birds Dynasty, protecting himself without leaking. Although Ma Chao's dragon spear attack was fierce, it could not break through the defensive range of Zhao Yunliang's silver spear. Since fighting Lu Bu alone, Zhao Yun has become more immune to this kind of violent tactics. As long as you stabilize your fighting spirit, give up unnecessary attacks, and focus on defending one side without distractions, the power of the Hundred Birds Chaohuang marksmanship will rise in a straight line.

Even in the current training between He Xian and Zhao Yun, it is difficult to break through Zhao Yun's defensive path with all his might, let alone Ma Chao, whose marksmanship realm has not yet reached its peak? Even if Ma Chao is talented, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old after all, and he has too little experience in fighting masters. After sixty or seventy rounds, Ma Chao was already a little impatient. Today is different from the previous two days, Ma Chao has performed all his marksmanship skills, but he has not gained the upper hand at all. Looking at Zhao Yun's state, he was always on passive defense and did not attack. If this person's attack is like his defensive strength, can he resist it?

In fact, Ma Chao thought too much. Zhao Yun's strength in the way of defending is much higher than that of the way of attacking. Zhao Yun is now more and more indifferent to leading the troops to go on the expedition, but instead agrees with his identity as the commander of the pro-guard battalion, and is always thinking about how to better protect He Xian - although He Xian seems to be rarely in danger and does not need to be protected. To improve his ability to protect He Xian, Zhao Yun believes that the only way to improve his martial arts is to enhance his ability to defend the country. Because in Zhao Yun's imagination, the enemies who threatened He Xian all possessed the same martial arts as Lu Bu......

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, Zhao Yun's face did not change his color and his heart did not beat, and the bearing of a good grandmaster formed a stark contrast with Ma Chao's steaming appearance. After Ma Chao slashed, he took advantage of the situation to widen the distance between him and Zhao Yun, and asked, "How many people are under He Xian's command of a personal soldier like you?" “

"Not much, that's five hundred!"