Chapter 101 Dragon and Tiger Fight

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Shhh ~

Some soldiers around who had been portrayed by Lei Qing's passion began to boo...

"Little Leopard, are you shameless?" Shen Tuxue cursed directly: "There is Lei Qing who is younger than you. He has just advanced to Baiyin and was injured yesterday. He said that he would let you have three moves, but you really have the face to make acquiesce. He simply threw away the face of our Iron Cavalry Group."

Shen Tuxue's words made many neutrals start to turn back and boo. The Iron Cavalry Group has always focused on bravery and bloody, and would rather die than lose her head.

This is why the brave and heroic sword Xiahou Huan's prestige in the group is far superior to the Little Gun Saint Qin Wei.

Xian Yubao's bearded and slag's black face turned red, and he wanted to get over it with a thick face. Unexpectedly, Shen Tuxue was so merciless. He was also quite angry: "Shen Tuxue, after all, we are our own people. You actually helped outsiders to criticize me, embarrass me? Do you still think I am a brother?"

"Xian Yubao, your conscience was eaten by a dog? Last time you were surrounded by someone, wasn't I just rushed in and rescued you alone?" Shen Tuxue looked like a female yaksha, and crossed her waist and scolded her angrily: "How dare you say that I don't treat you as a brother? Those two swords were used to block you for nothing?"

Xian Yubao's face fainted and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I'm talking nonsense. Am I so angry? Please calm down and calm down."

"Hmph, let's talk about it. Lei Qing has officially joined our Iron Cavalry Group. They are all their own people and brothers. You all have to compete for the leader of the group, and I don't object. It's clear that the battle between cars, horses and cannons, and the battle between swords and guns is clear. Whoever loses wins and wins is obvious. Don't play with those false things, I'm telling you to look down on you for nothing."

"Yes, yes." Xian Yubao owed Shen Tu Xue's life and hurriedly turned around and said, "Brother Lei, I don't want you to let the three moves, everyone will compete fairly."

Lei Qing was still bare-handed and rode on the black horses and saw the horse soldiers leading them, shouting heroically: "Brother Xianyu, a real man is so good at chasing you. He said that three moves are just three moves. If you attack these three moves, I will only be responsible for resisting them. If you are a man, don't let your mother-in-law and mother. Do you still want me to keep your word?"

"Okay, that's what you said." Xian Yubao also rode his beloved horse, a strong and beautiful yellow horse. As for his weapon, it was a long-handled sword. The single soldier was a little struggling to carry it, probably because the weapon would cost tens of kilograms.

Xianyubao, riding a horse and carrying a big sword, was aggressive and majestic. It seemed that he was quite good at power, and he held a long-handled big sword of more than 100 pounds in his hand, and was light and calm.

"Clang!" Lei Qingyi was not afraid, and pulled out the sword with a clang. The sword was about three feet and two inches long and weighed only ten kilograms.

The two of them had a strong contrast. Now, Xian Yubao was a little embarrassed and said loudly: "Brother Lei, your sword is too short, and Ma Zhan is at a disadvantage. What are you good at in long weapons? I'll ask someone to give it to you."

"Okay, then give me a two-meter-long spear." Lei Qing was not polite either. The long sword was too light and too short, and it was indeed not suitable for horse battle. As a member of the Lei family, of course, it is impossible not to learn horse battle. The most common horse battle is the two-meter-long spear.

A short spear cannot do, and there is no distance. If the spear rod is too long, it will easily break and it will be difficult to deploy. It is just right. Lei Qing has put some effort into the spear.

Moreover, some of the Lei family's Heavenly Thunder Battle Skills, when used with a spear, cannot be underestimated. Because many sword techniques are derived from gun techniques.

When Xian Yubao was about to order his soldiers to get the spear, he suddenly said with a loud voice: "Don't go and get it. Major General Lei Qing, please use my pole, it's just two feet long."

This sound was the deputy general manager of the Iron Cavalry Group, the Little Gun Saint Qin Wei.

Just as everyone was stunned, Qin Wei shook his hand and a silver spear flew out, like a meteor cutting through the sky, shooting straight into the blue lightning in an arc, and a distance of twenty feet reached in a flash.

"Okay." Lei Qing shouted unscrupulously, and his voice trembled out with his fighting spirit. His posture was tepid, he opened his five claws and poked out like lightning, firmly grasping the two silver spear that was speeding past.

Feeling the powerful impact of the silver spear, his arms were slightly numb. He held the slightly cool gun rod, shook his wrist, and the spear danced a gorgeous gun. Feeling the vibration power transmitted from the tip of the spear, Lei Qing couldn't help but scream inwardly, good gun. Lei Qing calmly sent the voice out: "Thank you, General Qin Group, for borrowing the gun."

Qin Wei smiled from afar and nodded secretly.

Seeing this, the others also cheered. Everyone was an expert, and it was obvious that the person named Lei had some horse fighting background.

"Old Qin, I said my nephew is good, right?" Seeing this scene, Xiahou Huan laughed and patted Qin Wei on the shoulder: "How is it, I recommend it right, am I moved? Want to accept it as a disciple?"

"It depends on fate." Qin Wei said casually: "But if I want to collect it, I won't accept it."

"What? Is there still hope of you accepting apprentices on behalf of your master?" Xiahou Huan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "This is a good thing. I'll buy enough gifts to visit him?"

"What are you anxious about?" Qin Wei slapped his hand angrily: "Stop doing this, you know that our Gun Saint is very strict in accepting disciples. Since you have this intention to make him worship the Gun Saint, you naturally need to go through my test first. I don't want anyone to ruin the reputation of the Master in the future."

"Don't worry about this. The information shows that although Lei Qing was a little dandy before, hasn't he reformed?" Xiahou Huan said with a flattering face: "Besides, a man is not a romantic young man. Who wouldn't do anything ridiculous when he was young?"

"I haven't done it." Qin Wei said angrily: "Why, brother-in-law, you were romantic when you were young?"

Xiahou Huan had no choice but to cough twice and said, "Look at the battle, look at the battle. Judging from my nephew's posture, our Iron Cavalry Group will have another powerful general."

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At this time, Lei Qing was already riding the black horse and began to run around the large area of ​​the school field. The black horse's four hooves were strong and powerful, and they stepped on the hard land of the school field slowly, making a "双" and "双". In the crispness, there was a thick feeling of thighs. The rhythm was very strong.

Xian Yubao also began to run around the field and warm up his beloved horse. Although his yellow horse was in a good posture, he was considered an excellent and rare war horse. However, it was much worse than the black horse.

When the battle was about to begin, there were already seven or eight hundred surroundings near the school grounds, and there were still people calling friends in the distance. Even many leading soldiers and auxiliary soldiers rushed over, and a large group of people were crowded with slaughter.

Most of them are men and people from the barracks, so they like to fight hard and bravely. Moreover, this time everyone has spread, and it is Xianyu Bao, a famous strong man in the army, who fights a newcomer.

Who is Xian Yubao? He is a strong man in the early stage of Silver and the captain of the second team of the elite group. Those who dare to fight him alone are definitely not weak. This is a battle of dragons and tigers.

Roar roar roar ~

A series of screams and cheers sounded one after another. The atmosphere on the school ground gradually became burning. Li Baobao never went to the school ground in the family. However, he had seen some similar scenes in the Hugang, but his momentum was much worse than here. The roars and shouts seemed to have shaken her eardrums.

However, she heard most people shouting Xianyubao's name. Obviously, she was familiar with Xianyubao and knew that he was powerful. She felt unconvinced. Anyway, everyone around her was shouting, and she was fine. She shouted, her hands were trumpet-shaped and shouted: "Lei Qing, you must win."

But she's in a position

o, where can the sound cover hundreds or thousands of men? Fortunately, Lei Qing's previous performance also won him some supporters. Although the sound is weak, it can be heard vaguely.

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Lei Qing stopped at the other end of the school ground and pointed at Xian Yubao opposite him with a silver spear. As if he had a heart of mind, Xian Yubao also stopped and made a provocative move to Lei Qing with a long-handled big knife.

Lei Qing smiled knowingly, and gently knocked his legs on the horse's belly. The divine black horse under his crotch began to trot towards Xian Yubao, and the other side made the same move.

The distance between the two was about dozens of feet, and the speed of the war horse under his crotch became faster and faster. Lei Qing felt the wind whirring in his ears. His body was bumping with the war horse, and his rhythmically rose and fell.

At this moment, the shouts sounded again. It seemed as if his blood was ignited, and his strong heart beat violently, urging the blood, and heading towards his limbs and bones one by one.

The fighting energy filled his whole body, burning like a raging fire. Cracking, and on the surface of his body, arcs flashed continuously.

Two war horses, one black and one yellow, were about to hit head-on at the fastest speed. Each side turned, and the war horses changed slightly.

Xian Yubao's face was fierce and ferocious. The long-handed sword made a slash without any fancy horizontally, and it was unstoppable in his chest. With the speed of the horse, he exerted the power of the sword to the limit. He was confident that if Lei Qing dared to block it horizontally with a gun, he would definitely smash it out with the person and the gun. His long-handed sword weighed more than 100 kilograms. At this horse speed, he would encounter ghosts and kill ghosts and encounter gods.

Lei Qing did not stop it, but suddenly he looked fierce and wanted to fight desperately, but disappeared. The black horse and the horse's back passed by him empty.

The domineering blade swept across two feet above the saddle, and a sharp roar of air being cut through.

The two horses added up to speed, and the fight could only be fought in a moment. After passing by, Xian Yubao turned around and saw Lei Qing hanging on the horse's belly, raising a finger at him arrogantly. I don't know if he was despising or telling him that he had already made a move.

…(To be continued

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