This stick was smashed directly to the ground like a rag bag. He could no longer get up because Qin Yun's blow had smashed all the bones on his body, and he could only wail on the ground and wait for death.

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

In the end, a Turkic general who had acquainted with him couldn't stand it anymore, so he helped him get rid of it, and then stopped his shrill voice.

"Khan, the casualties are too serious. Did you order a large group of people to defend the enemy with bows and arrows in the distance?" One of the Turkic generals could not bear it anymore and immediately asked for his order.

Shibi Khan felt aroused in his heart and couldn't help but think.

"It's useless. This person has practiced the magical skills of foreigners. His body is round and solid, and his qi and blood are rushing to the sky. I'm afraid that ordinary sword and palm power will be difficult to hurt. Moreover, the armor on his body is not an ordinary class." Bi Xuan's eyes were solemn, as if he had seen 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 the step bow. Moreover, they did not have strong crossbows and crossbow chariots. They could not pose any major threat to Qin Yun when dealing with Qin Yun with a helmet and a mask.

If Bi Xuan had the bow himself, it might have posed 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 free and free on the battlefield, full of spirit and energy, without any decline. He looked at the countless traces of his body, but thick and strong, and a little extravagant thought in his heart disappeared.

The spear in Qin Yun's hand weighed 192 kilograms, and the armor on his body was nearly 200 kilograms. In addition, his body refining was successful, and the weight of nearly 400 kilograms was completely unbearable for him, and it did not affect his own activities at all. Instead, it could provide him with the greatest protection.

Qin Yun's current equipment and marksmanship are most suitable for this kind of battle on the battlefield. He is like a tank, surging in the Turkic army, but no one can resist it, and he crushed it to pieces and collapsed. Even if a master with a higher cultivation level than Qin Yun, in this case, he is still restrained and is not his opponent.

Therefore, Qin Yun created a miracle. Their team of nineteen people made hundreds of thousands of Turkish troops restless, and thousands of troops were chased by him alone on the battlefield, which was shocking.

Tong Yu was the first strong general of ****. In terms of reputation and strength, he was only under Shibi Khan and Bi Xuan. He was also the general responsible for encircling and suppressing Qin Yun. He was good at using spears, and the pure steel heavy gun he used was slightly shorter than Qin Yun's gun, but thicker and heavier.

Seeing that Qin Yun was about to go out of the battle, he could no longer bear it. He shouted loudly and raised his gun to stab him flat against Gao Zhengyang.

Tong Yu is known for his divine power on the grassland. In terms of the strength of his arms, he is almost nowhere under Qin Yun. He once asked Bi Xuan for his gun technique. His shot gathered his natural divine power and deep internal strength, as well as the shadow of Bi Xuan's spear technique, which was quick and fast, and his power was almost about to break through the air.

A shot is used to stab the chest, with great force and no tricks change. It seems simple, but it seems that there is a sharp spirit attached to the spear. The heavy spear with a flat spear turned around as if it had its own soul, so that Qin Yun could not avoid it.

In a vague way, it seemed that you could still see the roaring and roaring figure of the wolf warrior on the spear.

This is the most peak shot in Tong Yu's life. His fighting spirit, anger, and even life are included in this shot.

If you fail, you will be virtuous. Either you die or I die!

This power of all life also allowed Tong Yu's gun technique to break through the limit and reach a mysterious level.

"Good shooting skills!" Qin Yun couldn't help but praise.

Although the other party was a Turkic person, this decisive martial arts spirit that dared to sacrifice everything made him respected by Qin Yun. Tong Yu's spear was the purest marksman he had ever encountered in his life, without any impurities, and had 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, as if he was very satisfied with the shot. As long as Tong Yu was not dead, then ******* will definitely add another grandmaster-level warrior in the future, only under him.

Qin Yun stabbed back without hesitation, swinging his spear, and slamming out eighteen shots in succession, but it was even more powerful than the previous one hundred and eight. These eighteen shots are the strongest attack Qin Yun can currently exert. Each shot is the most powerful point in Tong Yu's spear technique.

Its strongest place is also its key place.

The 18-gun heavy blows were more violent and more violent. The 18-gun heavy blows were like a storm, crazily hitting Tong Yu's heavy gun. In an instant, the eighteen-gun lights shone through the sky, completely shattering Tong Yu's heavy gun and shattering his future life.

Tong Yuxin's mouth was pierced, and her qi and blood were quickly lost. The heavy gun in her hand could no longer hold it and fell to the ground.

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

As for his own death, he had already been left behind by him as soon as he fired the gun.

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

Tong Yu closed her eyes and could no longer hold on. She shook and fell to the ground. Without any sound, her vitality had disappeared.

Qin Yun didn't say anything, he suddenly evacuated his gun, and the spear turned into dozens of gun shadows and bloomed. Dozens of Turkic people around him screamed and flew out. He was not good at speaking, and only felt that someone should be buried with him when such a hero fell.

As for whether Tong Yu was willing to ask for this "big gift", he ignored it.

"Oh!" Shibi Khan and the Turkic generals sighed, both sad, and depressed. Some even looked at Qin Yun angrily, sparks were about to emerge in their eyes.

The Turkic army looked at the towering figure standing in the middle, and was frustrated to find that no matter how hard they tried, they could not do anything to each other. Killing them was like mowing grass, and they knocked down with a wave of their hands.

Whether for warriors or for soldiers, this strong sense of frustration made them lose any fighting spirit and even despair. The Turkic army and masters surrounding Qin Yun were standing blankly, and no one dared to take action first. More than tens of thousands of Turkic army were shocked and suppressed by Qin Yun alone.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into strange peace.
Chapter completed!