The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Ma Chao didn't take advantage of the momentum, a disdainful sneer appeared on Junxiu's face, he looked at Zhaomeng, and said in a cold tone: "That's all."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Zhaomeng was even more angry and yelled, and rushed over.

The idea in his mind is very simple now, grab the barrel of the gun, drag the boy who injured him with the gun, and then punch him hard.

For the sake of Lu Bu's face, even if he didn't kill him, he would have to beat him half to death with one punch.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to dispel the hatred in my heart!

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Zhaomeng rushed towards him furiously, how could Ma Chao give him a chance to get close to him, Yinlong Yi in his hand trembled, avoided Zhaomeng's clumsy grasp, and stabbed countless spears.

Zhaomeng didn't dare to touch the sharp spear point head-on with his bare hands, instead he was forced to back up again and again.

I thought that Zhaomeng would be able to deal with Ma Chao in a short and quick way, but he was restrained instead. The soldiers who applauded him just now were disappointed, shook their heads and said in a low voice that Zhaomeng was no good, even a child could not be dealt with.

These words fell into Zhaomeng's ears, his face became a little more irritable, and his heart was furious.The kid in front of him was a hundred times more powerful than he had imagined. A silver gun made him move as fast as the wind, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to attack.

Chi~

After a little distraction, there was a bloodstain on the right arm that caught the air.

"Wow wow~"

Zhaomeng, who received two wounds in a row, roared with a ferocious expression: "Boy, you forced me to do this!"

After finishing speaking, he also ignored the established rules, grabbed a long knife from the hand of the soldier next to him, advanced instead of retreating, and slashed down with both arms.

Seeing this, Ma Chao withdrew his gun and quickly took two steps back, avoiding the powerful blow in time.

boom!

It hit the ground with great force, making a loud noise.

"It's agreed to fight with bare hands, Zhaomeng, you're cheating!" Ma Teng, who was sitting on the seat, got up and angrily reprimanded. If Ma Chao hadn't retreated in time, he would have been killed by the blow just now.

"Ma Shoucheng, this is your favoritism. Not using weapons at the beginning doesn't mean not using weapons all the time. What's more, Zhaomeng has allowed him to cooperate so much. Using weapons at this time is not considered a violation."

Song Jian, who was sitting across from him, also followed suit. Zhao Meng was his general, representing his face, so Song Jian naturally wanted to speak for him.

After finishing speaking, Song Jian took a look at Lu Bu, as if he was acting like a good boy after taking advantage of it: "Marquis Wen, what do you think?"

Lu Bu took a sip of his wine and responded to Song Jian: "What General Song said is absolutely true."

After Lv Bu spoke, even if Ma Teng was worried about his son, he couldn't say much. He snorted angrily at Song Jian and sat back in his seat.

With the weapon in hand, Zhaomeng's strength has obviously improved several levels, turning from defense to offense, slashing continuously with the long knife in his hand, like howling winds.

Seeing the fierceness of the blade, Ma Chao's face was solemn, and he stepped back quickly, not daring to meet it forcefully.

Seeing this situation, Zhaomeng was full of complacency, and laughed loudly: "Boy, don't hide if you have the ability, come and fight head-on with your grandfather Zhaomeng!"

As he spoke, he pushed forward.

There was no way to avoid it, so Ma Chao could only grit his teeth and brace himself, and block the horizontal gun upwards.

Clang!

A loud crash resounded across the field, and Ma Chao quickly stepped back more than ten steps before gaining a firm foothold.

Hu~hu~hu~

Ma Chao shook his numb arm, his chest heaved violently, and he was gasping for breath.Compared with Zhaomeng, he obviously suffered a big loss in strength and physical strength.

Zhaomeng saw that Ma Chao had lost his original vigor, so he became more and more complacent. He pointed at Ma Chao with a long knife, and said arrogantly, "Son, don't say I bully you. Now I will give you a chance to surrender, how about it?"

"This guy is really shameless."

Cao Xing, who was watching the battle, curled his lips, quite disdainful of such dishonest people.

"The little general who can push Zhaomeng to this point is really amazing." Cheng Yin couldn't help admiring. In his opinion, it was already a fact that 12-year-old Ma Chao could force Zhaomeng, who was in his thirties, to use weapons. Very powerful.

Just now, he doubted whether Ma Chao had the strength of the second-tier realm, but now it seems that he has indeed reached it.

Faced with Zhaomeng's clamor, Ma Chao didn't pay any attention to it, with a pair of sword eyebrows slanted, took a deep breath, and mobilized the energy in his body.

The surrounding soldiers all focused their eyes on the young man, wanting to see what else he could do.

Zhaomeng didn't have the heart to wait until Ma Chao finished adjusting his breath, raised the long knife in his hand, and strode towards Ma Chao.

Ma Chao's face turned cold, and Yin Longyi in his right hand was handed over to his left. He also rushed up and shouted violently: "Wind~rain~mountain~river!"

This is the signature technique of his master Chen Wei.

With the spear point as the center of the circle, there are countless spear shadows, fierce and fierce, and at the same time dizzying, it is hard to tell which spear point is the "true" that contains murderous intent.

Sensing a strong murderous intent, Zhaomeng was about to retreat temporarily, but his body seemed to be imprisoned at this time, and he could not move a little bit.

His eyes went dark, as if he was in a night of torrential rain, and he heard the sound of rainstorm pouring into the river, crackling and splashing.

puff!

In the eyes of everyone full of astonishment, the tip of the gun pierced through the air and pierced Zhaomeng's chest.

They were surprised that from the beginning to the end, Zhaomeng had no means of defense, as if frozen, allowing the spear point to penetrate.

The heart-piercing pain brought Zhaomeng back to reality. As the spear was pulled out, his body tilted down uncontrollably. If he hadn't held on to the handle of the knife in time, he might have fallen to the ground.

Two inches above the tip of the gun is the vital point of the heart.

Zhaomeng clutched his bleeding chest, and looked at Ma Chao with upturned eyes, with hatred in his eyes.

"You'd better go back and practice again, even I can't win, and you still want to challenge the generals under Marquis Wen, it's really beyond your control."

Ma Chao wiped away the blood on the tip of the gun, glanced at Zhao Meng, and spoke indifferently.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they never expected that the one who won would be this cold-looking young man.

puff!

Being ridiculed by a child like this, Zhaomeng's face was completely disfigured under the rush of anger, and he couldn't bear the pointing and pointing of the soldiers, so he vomited blood and passed out on the spot.

Song Jian's soldiers hurried up to help him down, and Zhao Meng was one of the four tiger generals that Song Jian valued.

"See, I've already said it, Ma Chao is... really strong."