Summary of the previous chapter: At the critical moment, Xiaoshuang finally appears...
This light blue flame was transformed by Xiaoshuang, but...when did Xiaoshuang take this form?
"The Lan Ming Holy Fire... is indeed... such a terrifying supernatural flame..." Ma Xiaoquan murmured.
...
Li Qinghan stepped on the fire, "flyed" over the Jurchen soldiers who surrounded and killed Ma Xiaoquan, and landed slowly.
As soon as Li Qinghan jumped down, the light blue flames re-condensed into the shape of Xiaoshuang, floating "slim and graceful" in front of Ma Xiaoquan.
"Qinghan...Xiaoshuang..." Ma Xiaoquan was ecstatic and hugged Li Qinghan into his arms, then stared at the flame girl Xiaoshuang and said, "Where have you been? You
Do you know we are in danger?"
The flame girl Xiaoshuang seemed a little aggrieved. She gestured a few times and lowered her "head".
"Okay, let's not talk about it for now, Xiaoshuang, there are so many people surrounding us now, I beg you."
Xiaoshuang raised her "head", whined twice, then shook her body, and the condensed body immediately exploded.
After the explosion, the small frost formed a hot fire cloud. The color of the fire cloud was light blue, but there was also a little dark red mixed in the light blue.
"Red Lotus Dominates Fire? This... Isn't this Xiaoshuang too strong?" When Ma Xiaoquan saw this scene, his jaw almost dropped in shock. Good guy, even if he could control fire before
, I don’t have such ability. I didn’t expect that Xiaoshuang could learn it by herself without any teacher. It’s amazing. It’s amazing.
The fire cloud slowly floated over the heads of the Jurchen soldiers, and then, a rain of fire fell down like water. Then, the group of Jurchen soldiers let out screams.
The Red Lotus Bahuo was so fierce that in just a few breaths, most of the group of Jurchen soldiers surrounding Ma Xiaoquan disappeared. When Magatu saw this, he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.
The fire cloud condensed into small frost, and it chased Magatu with a whine.
Ma Xiaoquan hurriedly shouted: "Xiaoshuang, keep the ones alive, don't burn them to death"
"Woooooooo..."
Magatu's speed was much slower than that of Xiaoshuang. In just two breaths, Xiaoshuang had already surrounded him.
Magatu had already seen how powerful Xiao Shuang was, so after being surrounded by Xiao Shuang, he remained motionless.
Li Qinghan took Ma Xiaoquan's arm and walked slowly to Magatu, snorting coldly: "Magatu, aren't you very powerful?"
Magatu had some backbone. He held his head high and said righteously: "If you want to kill me, you can scrape me as you please. I, a Jurchen, will not be insulted."
"Oh? Really?" Ma Xiaoquan raised his eyebrows, "Magatu, you are too confident. Okay, then I will give you a chance. As long as you can beat me, I will not forgive you for your rudeness."
Ma Xiaoquan said and looked at Li Qinghan.
Li Qinghan nodded slightly, and it seemed that he agreed with Ma Xiaoquan's approach.
"Win you? Okay, tell me, how can I win you?" Magatu said.
"It's very simple. According to the rules of your Jurchen tribe, if I compete with you, as long as you beat me, I will let you go."
"The words have been spoken!" Magatu suddenly quoted a Chinese idiom.
Ma Xiaoquan laughed: "It's hard to chase a horse!"
After that, Ma Xiaoquan ordered Xiaoshuang to retreat, and he stepped forward and high-fived Magatu three times.
The corners of Magatu's lips curled up, and he was secretly happy. Judging from the observations just now, although Ma Xiaoquan's moves were confusing, he was obviously inferior to him in terms of strength.
The Jurchens are a nation that grew up on horseback, and they are a nation that worships strength. The warriors who are given the title of "Baturu" in the tribe, the first criterion for selection is that they must be strong.
Magatu is the "senior" Batulu, so it goes without saying in terms of strength.
Ma Xiaoquan saw Magatu's eyes twinkling and roughly guessed what the other person was thinking, but he didn't show it, he just smiled softly and made a gesture of invitation.
Li Qinghan was worried about Ma Xiaoquan, so he poked him gently and whispered: "Ma Xiaoquan, the Jurchen Baturlu are extremely powerful. You must not compete with them randomly, otherwise you will suffer a lot."
Ma Xiaoquan took Li Qinghan's hand and said, "Don't worry, Qinghan!"
Li Qinghan blushed, hummed, and lowered his head.
...
The two of them took their places. Magatu took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body. Ma Xiaoquan also took off his shirt like him.
"Huh?" Magatu couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw Ma Xiaoquan's figure. He thought that the other person was a weak young man, but he expected that he also had a strong upper body. Of course, he was slightly thinner than him.
Li Qinghan's pretty face turned red. Although it was not the first time she had seen Ma Xiaoquan's half-naked body, there were differences between men and women, so she still lowered her head in shame.
"Qinghan, can you call us to start?" Ma Xiaoquan said.
Li Qinghan raised his head, hummed, raised his right hand, and said loudly: "The competition begins!"
As soon as Li Qinghan finished speaking, Magatu bent over to attack. In just two big steps, he stepped in front of Ma Xiaofang.
"Drink!" Magatu shouted loudly, and struck Ma Xiaoquan's lower abdomen with a black tiger punch.
Ma Xiaoquan knew in his heart that his strength was not as good as Maga'atu's, so he avoided its sharp edge, stepped back lightly, pressed his hands down, and blocked Maga'atu's heavy punch.
There was a "bang" and the fists and palms collided. Ma Xiaoquan frowned and continued to turn his palms, releasing most of the force. However, despite this, he still took several steps back.
"It's such a strong force. I took off most of my strength. If I were really punched, my pelvis would be broken." Ma Xiaoquan muttered in a low voice.
"Hmph, you dare to say more, you are looking for death!" Magatu shouted again, raising his leg and kicking it.
Magatu is tall. If calculated according to the measurement of modern society, he is more than 1.9 meters tall. With such a big body, he is naturally tall, arms and legs long.
His kick was so powerful that Ma Xiaoquan didn't dare to neglect it, and he didn't even dare to confront him head-on. He dodged and escaped without any risk.
"Hmph, you are a coward who only knows how to avoid. If you were one of our Jurchens, I would look down on you for the rest of my life!"
Ma Xiaoquan sneered and took two steps back and said: "Magatu, I admit that you are much more powerful than me, but you definitely can't beat me."
"Huh, what nonsense!" Magatu snorted coldly, but stopped attacking.
Ma Xiaoquan stood up straight, twisted his neck slightly, and said, "Magatu, are you tired? Okay, then it's my turn!" After that, Ma Xiaoquan rushed towards Magatu.
