This stick directly smashed the person out, like a rag bag, and fell heavily to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He couldn't get up anymore because Qin Yun's blow had already smashed all the bones all over his body, and he could only wail on the ground and wait for death.

The Shibi Khan and the Turks in the distance saw this scene, and their pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly. This Turkic general is a rare master among the Turks, and his martial arts and fame are only below a few people such as Bi Xuan. However, he was so easily hit by Qin Yun's blow, and the Shibi Khan and the Turkic generals couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

In the end, a Turkic general who was good friends with him couldn't stand it anymore, and directly helped him get rid of it, so he stopped his terrible voice.

"Great Khan, the casualties are too heavy, did you order a large group of men and horses to defend the enemy with bows and arrows in the distance?" One of the Turkic generals couldn't stand it anymore and immediately asked for his life.

Shibi Khan's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ponder.

"It's useless, this person has cultivated the magic skills of the foreign family, his body is round and solid, and his qi and blood go straight to the sky, I'm afraid that the strength of ordinary swords and palms will be difficult to hurt in the slightest. Moreover, the armor on his body is not ordinary. Bi Xuan's eyes were solemn, as if he saw a master of the same level, and said slowly.

Most of the Turks used riding bows, and their attack power was not as powerful as that of foot bows. Moreover, they didn't have strong crossbows and crossbow carts, and they couldn't pose any big threat to Qin Yun at all when they were wearing armor with helmets and masks.

If Bi Xuan personally operated the bow, he might be able to pose a threat to Qin Yun, but none of the generals who were familiar with Bi Xuan's temperament dared to speak.

Shibi Khan and the Turkic generals looked speechlessly at Qin Yun, who was walking freely on the battlefield, full of vitality, and without a little decline. I looked at the outrageous armor on his body that had countless traces, but was thick and strong, and the little extravagant thought in my heart suddenly disappeared.

The spear in Qin Yun's hand weighed one hundred and ninety-two catties, and the armor on his body also weighed nearly two hundred catties. Coupled with his success in refining his body, the weight of nearly four hundred catties was not a burden on him at all, and it did not affect his own activities in the slightest, but could cause him the greatest protection.

Qin Yun's current equipment and marksmanship are the most suitable for this kind of battlefield battle. He was like a tank, roaming through the Turkic army, but no one could resist it, but he was crushed and scattered. Even if he cultivated to a master higher than Qin Yun, in this case, he was still restrained, not his opponent.

Therefore, Qin Yun created a miracle. A group of nineteen of them made the Turkic army of hundreds of thousands restless, and thousands of troops were wantonly pursued and killed by him on the battlefield alone, which was jaw-dropping.

Tong Yu is the first fierce general in the ******, and his prestige and strength are only under Shibi Khan and Bi Xuan, and he is also the general responsible for encircling and suppressing Qin Yun. He was good at using long guns, and the pure steel heavy guns he used were slightly shorter than Qin Yun's guns, but they were thicker and heavier.

Seeing that Qin Yun was about to go out of the battle, he couldn't bear it anymore, shouted loudly, and raised his gun to stab at Gao Zhengyang.

Tong Yu is known for his divine power on the grassland, and in terms of the strength of his arms, he is almost not under Qin Yun, and he once asked Bi Xuan for marksmanship. His shot gathered his innate divine power and profound internal force, as well as the shadow of Bi Xuan's spear method, which was fast and fast, and his power almost broke through the air.

A shot is a flat stab in the chest, and the momentum is strong and heavy, without any tricks. It seems simple, but it seems that a fierce spirit has been attached to the spear. The heavy spear of the flat stab, as if it had its own soul, turned around alive, making Qin Yun unavoidable.

Vaguely, it seems that you can still see the phantom of the roaring wolf warrior on the spear.

This is the most pinnacle shot in Tong Yu's life, his fighting spirit, anger, and even his life are contained in this shot.

If you don't succeed, you become a benevolent. Either you die, or I die!

This kind of use of all life as the power also allows Tong Yu's marksmanship to break through the limit and reach an indescribable level.

"Good marksmanship!" Qin Yun couldn't help but praise it.

Although the other party was a Turkic, this decisive martial arts spirit that dared to sacrifice everything made him gain Qin Yun's respect. Tong Yu's spear is the purest marksmanship he has encountered in his life, without any impurities, and has his own god.

In Qin Yun's eyes, there was nothing else at this time, only Tong Yu's spear.

Bi Xuan, who saw this scene from afar, couldn't help but smile, and seemed to be very satisfied with this shot. As long as Tong Yu doesn't die, then ****** will definitely add another great grandmaster-level martial artist in the future, only below him.

Qin Yun stabbed back with a shot without hesitation, and the spear swung out, firing out eighteen shots in a row, but it was more powerful than the one hundred and eight shots before. These eighteen shots are the strongest attacks that Qin Yun can exert at present, and the place where each shot is pointed is the most powerful part of Tong Yu's marksmanship.

Its strongest place is also its vital place.

The heavy blows of these eighteen guns became more and more violent and fierce each time. The violent heavy blow was like a raging storm, and it hit Tong Yu's heavy spear frantically. In an instant, eighteen blows, the gun swept through the air, completely shattering Tong Yu's heavy spear, and also shattering his future life.

Tong Yu's heart was pierced, his qi and blood were quickly lost, and the heavy gun in his hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground.

"It's a pity, I still can't kill you!" Tong Yu's eyes were full of regret, and he was easily broken by Qin Yun with a shot that used all his life and divine will, which really made him extremely disappointed.

As for his own death, he had already forgotten about it as early as the moment he shot it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stab that shot!

Tong Yu closed his eyes, couldn't hold on any longer, shook and fell to the ground, without any sound, and the vitality on his body had disappeared.

Qin Yun didn't speak, he suddenly drew his gun, and with a turn of the spear, it turned into dozens of gun shadows and bloomed, and dozens of Turks around him immediately flew out screaming. He is not good at words, he only thinks that someone should be buried when such a hero falls.

As for whether Tong Yu is willing to ask for this 'big gift', he doesn't care.

"Alas!" Shibi Khan and the Turkic generals sighed in unison, both grief, sad and depressed. What's more, he looked at Qin Yun angrily, and sparks were about to appear in his eyes.

The Turkic army looked at the towering figure standing in the middle, and was disappointed to find that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't help each other. The other party kills them, but it is like mowing grass, and with a wave of his hand, he will put down a piece.

Whether it is for a warrior or a soldier, this strong sense of frustration makes them have no fighting spirit and even despair. The group of Turkic armies and masters surrounding Qin Yun were all standing indifferently, and no one dared to make the first move. More than tens of thousands of Turkic troops were actually suppressed by Qin Yun alone.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into an eerie calm.

ps: I read a news today, someone went to Shaolin Temple to learn art for a few years, and it was okay to use an electric drill to open his brain, only to find that my Jiuxuan Yuan Gong didn't seem to be remarkable.