Chapter 218 Killing Yan Xing

"Yes, today is the end of the day!" Ma Chao's eyes flashed fiercely, but secretly fastened the horse's abdomen with his feet and put on the lock of the hanging Yuanrong crossbow.

For the convenience of access, Ma Chao asked the blacksmith of the arsenal to strangle an iron ring on each saddle to hang the Yuanrong crossbow. Then embed an iron hook on the handle of the Yuanrong crossbow. In this way, when the Mercedes-Benz is in a hurry, there is a lock buckle, which is not easy to fall off. When you take it, you just need to pick it up and use it.

The horse's hoof approached in front of him and roared like thunder. Yan Xing did seem to be dizzy for hatred and forgot that he was the leader of the army. He rushed over like a god of war with a white flame of revenge.

And Ma Chao just sneered. At the distance from the 20th part of Pound's army in front of him, he silently calculated the distance from Yan Xing: 300 steps... Two hundred steps... One hundred steps!

That's enough!

At this time, Ma Chao smiled viciously. With his right foot, **'s Yuanrong crossbow flew to a place within reach and shouted to Yan Xing, "Go to death!" With that, he shook his hand and pulled the trigger!

At this time, Yan Xing was rushing. Under the rapid speed of the war horse, the two were only ten feet apart. And with Yan Xing's martial arts skills, it is difficult to avoid shooting arrows at such a short distance. What's more, Yuan Rong's crossbow still shoots five arrows together, which is inevitable! - Kill Yan Xing directly, and all the problems of the Tieqiang League can be solved!

Five steel nail crossbow arrows were mixed with a strong wind and flew to Yan Xing's face door like lightning - Ma Chao knew that Yan Xing was still wearing the fish scales of the arsenal, afraid that these five crossbows would not kill him and deliberately shot directly at the unprotected door!

In Yan Xing's eyes, he suddenly saw that the five crossbows gradually dilated in his pupils. At this moment, Yan Xing's plucking gun was first blocked, and then his body leaned back, and his whole body was stuck to the back of the horse. The Qianghu knights behind him were shocked and cheered one after another. But Ma Chao was unmoved: If you hadn't known the benefits of the bilateral stir-in can be borrowed by the Ma family, how could you use this trick to avoid the disaster of that door?!

And Yan Xing was also very angry. Although he knew that Ma Chao was full of tricks, he never thought that he had plotted against him in the battle! Yan Xing's legs tightly hooked the horse's stir-in, and his right hand swept up the big gun. When the new village only waited for himself to get up, he suddenly turned to Ma Chao. At such an angle of the gun, it was unpredictable. Even if the god of war went down to earth, he would suffer a secret loss!

But before Yan Xing got up, he heard the screams of the Qianghu warriors behind him. He was surprised. When he got up and shot, he saw that he actually held the straight Panlong crouching tiger gun in his hand into a bow around his own waist! - How much strength?!

At the end of the Han Dynasty, soldiers were generally equipped with inferior quality. The long guns of ordinary soldiers were tied with an iron tip on a jujube wood, while the weapons in the hands of generally important generals were forged with pure metal. However, the body of Ma Chao's dragon and tiger gun was covered with silver wire after being painted black. No one knew that the gun body was actually a thousand-year-old vine soaked in medicinal materials for more than half a year!

This long gun in hand has increased Ma Chao's transportation power, and his martial arts have increased by more than 20%! And this wonderful use is also a killing trick!

Although Yan Xing is the peak master of luck, he was also surprised by Ma Chao's strange tactics. Just when Yan Xing was surprised, the gloomy smile on Ma Chao's face disappeared. He grabbed his left hand at the end of the gun and suddenly loosened it. With a "hoo", the Panlong crouching tiger gun immediately turned into a black and white snake and collapsed, and was flying away Yan Xing, who was about to get up.

" hiss..."

In front of the two armies, there was silence, and only the sound of breath could be heard clearly: whether it was Qianghu warriors or Xiliang iron riders who had been fighting for a long time, no one had ever seen such a scene!

At the moment when he shot the gun, Ma Chao had put back the Yuanrong crossbow and held the Panlong crouching tiger gun in his right hand. Just as Yan Xing was still swinging left and right and unwilling to fall from the horse, the shining gun was aimed at him and split it head!

Ma Chao hit with hatred, and the reason for his resentment was the bilateral stamen he invented: the blow just now, if it was replaced by a knight without bilateral stamen, he had long known where he had crashed!

Yan Xing received the elastic blow, his chest and abdomen were already turbulent, and his throat was sweet, and he happened to spit out a mouthful of blood on the cold and awe-hearted iron gun head. After that, only in Yan Xing's eyes was the magnificent silver and red light shining in the sun!

Amid the exclamation of the members of the Tieqiang League, Yan Xing shouted, "The sky has no eyes! Xiliang has me, Yan Xing, why did another Ma Chao come out!!"

After that, the thunder-like Panlong crouching tiger gun actually split Yan Xing's body like a big knife, and what was even more stunned was that the power of the big gun was unabated, and even Yan Xing's war horse was even split in half!

But at this time, the furious Ma Chao didn't seem to think it was bloody enough. He pulled back the big gun. When the war horse was hissing but not yet completely fell to the ground, another sweep swept straight through the head of the war horse!

In an instant, the blood of the sky rose to the sky, and Ma Chao, who was in front of the blood spurting, roared like a devil, roaring at his enemies to show his tyrannical, ferocious and fearless soul heroism!

For a moment, both the enemy and us were stupid, listening to Ma Chao's extremely crazy laughter!

The old enemy of a lifetime finally died under the Ma Chao gun!

From Ma Chao's fight with Yan Xing to Ma Chao's final killing of Yan Xing, several changes were so fast that no one around him expected it to become like this. Seeing that Yan Xing's death was so tragic, the Qianghu warriors stood there stupidly one by one, and suddenly woke up and rushed up.

But when they rushed halfway, these people stopped again. Let the horse behind him collide without daring to take another step forward.

Because those people saw that Ma Chao threw a javelin at them fiercely, and the javelin was not aimed at someone at all. Instead, he plunged into the ground fiercely in front of the horseshoe of the Qianhu leader at the front of the charge!

surrender or war?

surrender or war!

Everyone knows this, but everyone feels strange: more than 7,000 people dare to coerce the other party to surrender?!

How many people in the world can there be in this world?!

In this ridiculous atmosphere, Ma Chao shouted: "Those who do not want to be the enemy of the Ma family, withdraw from the battlefield immediately! If there is another step forward, there will be no mercy!"

"This..."

Yan Xing is dead. For a moment, everyone, look at me, I look at you, 30,000 troops, but no one will move forward!

Of course, at the same time, there is also no one to retreat...

"Are you all stupid? He only has 7,000 people. As long as he kills Ma Chao, he will enjoy his glory and wealth all his life!" A general dressed in Han army shouted and ran away with his subordinates first.

"The Dongqiang tribe will not let us go. Instead of being swallowed by them in the future, it's better to kill their support now!" A Qiang leader also roared and rushed away!

In an instant, like a vicious stream driven, surging thinking about Ma Chao drowning away! Under the surging army, Ma Chao just smiled compassionately, and then pulled up the dragon horse, like black lightning, and retreated quickly!

On the whole battlefield, the Qianghu tribe of less than 5,000 people has not moved. I don't know what they want or what they are waiting for on this tragic grassland...