Fighter!

Of course, Ma Shuo is not afraid here, many of the veterans in the guard camp were once grassroots officers, and during this time, Ma Shuo has been letting them practice basic martial arts, and some veterans with a good foundation have advanced, with the strength of a thousand commanders or even higher-level generals.

Li Guangxing, a current commander of the Qinwei Battalion, is a low-level martial artist. With such a cultivation, he can already serve as a captain in the border army.

Although Li Guangxing's cultivation is not weak, he looks different from ordinary generals, his body is thin, his white face is clean, and he looks more like a handsome young student.

Li Guangxing's voice is not very loud, but it is full of confidence.

"Barbarian child, a certain commander Li Guangxing, I am here to take your head."

"Hahaha—"

Seeing that a yellow-mouthed child and a weak scholar were sent out on the other side, the black-faced Li Ziermu couldn't help but laugh hahaha.

It's just that before he stopped laughing, he suddenly felt a cold light flash in front of him, and a creepy feeling arose.

Not good.

Li Ziermu was vigilant just now, and before he could respond, he felt a pain in his neck, and then he felt that his consciousness had become a little blurred.

Li Ziermu's feeling is unknown to others, but what others see is that at some point, the spear in Li Guangxing's hand has stabbed Li Ziermu's neck.

Then, Li Ziermu's body fell heavily from the horse, and after kicking his legs a few times, he whimpered for his life.

One of them didn't do anything, and they were killed by the other party. In such a situation, the leaders of the Wanma tribe, including Ma Hongkui, felt extremely gloomy.

But the saddest thing is naturally the people of the Muzi tribe, their leader originally wanted to pat the fart of the Wanma tribe, but he lost his life without even having a chance to show his face.

Rubbish.

Looking at the corpse that no longer had any breath of life, Ma Hongkui couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.

Originally, Li Ziermu took the initiative to stand up and challenge the other party, and the reason why Ma Hongkui didn't stop it was because he wanted to see what the other party's strength was. What he didn't expect was that this guy from the Muzi tribe couldn't even resist a move, which was a shame.

"Mamai, you go!" Shame can't lose momentum, and Ma Hongqi at this time is already a little difficult to ride a tiger. Li Ziermu shot in the way of a fighting general, and Ma Hongkui could only continue in this way.

Because, only by pulling back a game on this, can he really take the initiative next.

Ma Mai, who is also a member of the Ma family, is considered a distant cousin of Ma Hongkui, and he is also a general in the Wanma tribe, and his personal combat effectiveness is still very strong. At least, in Ma Hongkui's opinion, he must be stronger than that waste of the Muzi tribe.

Hearing Ma Hongkui's order, Ma Mai did not hesitate to urge the horses and walked out with a weapon with a thorn.

"Despicable villain, actually sneak attack!"

This Ma Mai actually has a bit of brains, and as soon as he came up, he took the lead and directly defined Li Guangxing's character, so that everyone would think that Li Guang Ten just now won by the despicable means of sneak attack.

In this way, the morale of the Wanma tribe that had just been hit could be pulled back a few points.

It's just that what Ma Mai didn't expect was that the person on the other side didn't take his words seriously at all, but looked at him with a look at a dead man.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Ma Mai had a feeling of being stared at by death, and he couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart.