The Three Kingdoms

"What kind of marksmanship is this, so weird?"

Ma Chao stepped back.The pupils were constantly shrinking, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Yun's marksmanship.

Zhao Zilong's famous marksmanship is nothing more than a hundred birds chasing a phoenix. This is something that many generals in the world know well.

The Bainiao Chaofeng marksmanship comes from the sharp spear Tong Yuan, Tong Yuan has three masters, both the eldest disciple Zhang Ren and the second disciple Zhang Xiu are first-class experts.The closed disciple Zhao Zilong is even more powerful among the strong.

Therefore, many generals and strong men in the world have studied the top-level battlefield marksmanship of Bai Niao Chaofeng.

But now Zhao Yun is using the spear technique, that ethereal, agile, and unpredictable, it is definitely not the spear technique of a hundred birds chasing a phoenix.

This is a whole new way of shooting.The fighting power is still higher than that of a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

"Seven Detective Coiled Snakes, this is my self-created marksmanship. Apart from senior brother, you are the second person who has really learned it. Today, I will use this marksmanship to avenge the great Wu warrior!"

Zhao Yun's combat power was fully activated, and his eyes burst out with elite aura.During the dance of marksmanship, the breath rose sharply.

"Humph!"

Ma Chao looked a little ugly, and snorted coldly: "You want to kill me, Zhao Zilong, but I want to see if you have the ability?"

The bloody battle between the two lasted for an hour.

Although Ma Chao was resolute and brave, but facing Zhao Yun's fierce attack, after hundreds of rounds, he was obviously not strong enough, and his skill was not as deep as Zhao Yun's.

They are indeed in the same realm, but it doesn't mean that their skills are the same. Ma Chao's background is not as deep as Zhao Yun's. If you really talk about it in detail, he is at most similar to Sun Ce's fighting power.

He can compete with Zhao Yun, but if he wants to fight Zhao Yun to the death, he still lacks a bit of comprehension.

"Silver snake dances wildly, kills the god with one shot!"

Zhao Yun stared at Ma Chao's eyebrows, and thrust out with a spear, there was an unstoppable momentum between the spear points.

"Lone Wolf Roaring at the Sun, break!"

Ma Chao's pupils were cleared up, and he condensed his whole body with a gun, like a lonely wolf, howling and firing the gun, the shooting method was as fierce as a wild wolf rushing to eat, he did not dodge, and used head-to-head.

boom!

The two guns hit each other, and the powerful skills of the two people seemed to condense the essence of the city, overflowing, and the fighters who were confronting each other were terrified and retreated step by step. It turned out that this was the battlefield.

puff!

A mouthful of blood was spat out, and Ma Chao's face turned pale in an instant.

He blocked Zhao Yun's shot, but was thrown down by Zhao Yun's shot, as if directly pressed down by a huge force of ten thousand catties, the powerful counter-shock force of the silver gun injured the internal organs.

To put it bluntly, he was shocked internally by Zhao Yun's profound skill.

"We are in the same realm. Both your marksmanship and mine belong to the transformation realm. Why is this so? Why are you so powerful?"

Ma Chao looked at Zhao Yun, who was motionless on the white horse, with a hint of reluctance in his pupils.

He never lost this battle.

He can fight again.

But he knew very well in his heart that he had actually been defeated. He was indeed not as good as Zhao Yun. Even if his skills had reached the peak and his marksmanship had climbed to the realm of perfection, there was still a slight gap between him and a strong like Zhao Yun.

It's not skill, it's not marksmanship, and it's not experience on the battlefield.

This is a gap in understanding of martial arts.

Although the difference in this point is not big, it is just between comprehension and non-comprehension, but at their level, the difference is a thousand miles away.

Zhao Yun has the ability to kill him.

Even if he tried his best, at most he only had the chance to die together.

Ma Chao was not reconciled.

Since Jingzhou was defeated by Lu Bu, he practiced hard day and night, thinking that his Tathagata strength was enough for Lu Bu to fight, but in the end he was still defeated by Zhao Yun.

"Ma Mengqi, you should never have killed me, the Great Wu general. Today is where your bones will be buried!"

Zhao Yun succeeded with one shot, and he gained power without mercy, and when he came up again, his marksmanship was superb, and his killing intent was overwhelming.

"Zhao Zilong, are you scaring me? Even if I'm not as good as you, I'm capable of killing you together. Come if you can!"

Ma Chao yelled angrily, his whole body burst out with fierce energy, the golden gun in his hand lingered in this unscrupulous spirit, his eyes became more determined, and he stared at Zhao Yun firmly.

In a decisive battle at their level, what they care about is breath. At this time, Zhao Yun's performance is unparalleled. If Ma Chao takes half a step back, he will have a feeling that he is not as good as him.

This time left him with a psychological shadow, if he wants to fight in the future, he will be suppressed in terms of momentum, and he will never be Zhao Yun's opponent for the rest of his life.

So he would rather fight to the end than retreat!

This is the dignity of a general.

"I will fulfill you!"

Zhao Yun's eyes were firm, and the battle to the death on the battlefield was just to see who was more ruthless than the other.

"Brother, I'll come too!"

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly sounded, shaking the entire battlefield and interrupting the decisive battle between the two.

Pound came.

He rode his horse into the air, and with five thousand Xiliang elite cavalry behind him, raised billowing wind and sand, galloping towards him, as if a raging mad tiger had entered everyone's sight.

"Ling Ming!" Ma Chao's eyes lit up. He joined forces with Pang De, not to mention Zhao Yun, even if Lu Bu was present, he would have a chance to kill him.

"Boys, listen to my order, retreat, and return to the Bashang camp immediately!"

Zhao Yun's complexion was a little ugly, and he glanced at Ma Chao bitterly. Although he was not reconciled, he made a decisive decision and immediately retreated back to the camp. , you will become the one who must be killed by millions of soldiers in my Great Wu Dynasty, and one day, I, Zhao Yun, will behead you and lay down my Great Wu Yinghun!"

After finishing his words, he returned to the Bashang camp like the wind with his normal remnant soldiers.

Ma Chao is alone, he can deal with it, and if he is willing to pay the price, he can even kill him.

But when Ma Chao and Pound teamed up, he would at most end up in a tie. If the two cooperated well, they might still be able to defeat him. If there was no chance, he would naturally not foolishly fight again.

"Zhao Zilong!!!"

Ma Chao looked at Zhao Yun, who came and went freely, and felt angry in his heart, but he had no choice but to watch Zhao Yun lead the troops back to the Bashang camp.

"Brother, are you okay?"