"That's right."

"Thank you, Master!" Yang Dao roared and immediately jumped to the empty field next to him.

The fierce light in his eyes flashed, and his cruelty was clearly exposed.

Originally, he was supposed to be the king of Hanzhong. After some planning, he was only one step away. Because of Qin Tian's destruction, he fell from the throne and fled like a dog in the water.

During this month in Qin Biaodong Palace, he experienced extremely bloody killings and established his position. He was ambitious and must kill Qin Tian and Hu Fei to take back everything that belonged to him.

I have been holding this breath in for a long time, and now I can finally give it a try.

Kill Qin Tian's men and give Qin Tian some color.

"Old horse, be careful." Qin Tian whispered.

"Brother Tian, ​​please don't worry." Lao Ma said in a deep voice and strode into the venue.

He held the handle of the knife in his hand and his eyes were as calm as an eagle.

"I'll use the knife. Show your weapon."

Yang Dao on the opposite side was using his bare hands, and Ma Hongtao didn't want to take advantage.

Yang Dao sneered: "We don't need weapons to deal with you!"

After saying that, he roared angrily, rushed forward, and struck out with a palm. His iron palms really took decades of hard work.

It can be said that he can break an ordinary sword with his bare hands.

Ma Hongtao growled and backed away. Before he could recover, Yang Dao's second palm came.

Then, there is the third palm and the fourth palm.

This guy had the upper hand, and with one palm after another, Ma Hongtao was forced to retreat continuously, but he had no time to draw his sword.

Until the seventh palm, Lao Ma took advantage of Yang Dao to take a breath, looked at the right moment, and suddenly kicked out, forcing Yang Dao to duck out of the way.

This guy wanted to repeat his old trick, using a series of palms to take down the old horse in one go, showing off his power.

It's a pity that Lao Ma is also a real master. Moreover, he has rich combat experience.

At the critical moment, the long sword was finally unsheathed.

A ray of cold light flashed across, like a bolt of lightning, striking Yang Dao directly.

Yang Dao was taken aback and hurriedly backed away.

Swish, brush, brush!

The old horse slashed seven times in a row, seven times in a row! Yang Dao was also forced to retreat step by step.

At the critical moment, Yang Dao's left palm touched his waist. A cold light suddenly appeared in his palm, heading towards the narrow blade.

There was a clang and fireworks flew everywhere.

Lao Ma was startled and jumped to the side. He found that Yang Dao had a blue blade between his fingers.

"Brother Ma, be careful, the knife in his palm is very vicious."

On the stage, Hu Fei couldn't help but remind him loudly.

Lao Ma looked solemn. Through this back-and-forth exchange, the two of them were at a loss. They were both reassessing each other's strength.

When masters fight, nothing can go wrong.

The two of them looked at each other and kept their feet on the ground. They turned around three times and couldn't find any flaw in the other party.

Qin Biao was a little impatient and said angrily: "Yang Dao, can you do it? If not, step down and let someone else take over!"

Yang Dao's face turned red, he yelled, his palms flew up, cold light flashed in his palms, and he attacked Ma Hongtao fiercely again.

With a calm expression, Ma Hongtao used his Miao Dao in one stroke and then in the second Miao Dao in succession. The long and narrow blades flew up and down, making people feel breathtaking under the sunlight.

The two men were fighting together and were inseparable.

"Brother Tian, ​​what do you think?"

Seeing that Ma Hongtao seemed to be struggling, Tie Ningshuang couldn't help but ask in a low voice. Her beautiful eyes were full of worry.

"His Erlu Miao Dao is almost used up."

"Brother Tian, ​​let me go!"

Before Qin Tian could speak, a dull voice sounded from beside him. The impermanent ghost like a Han demon spoke.
Chapter completed!