Seeing Bei Qian, who was so angry and almost crazy, Zhao Yun could only look helpless.
After many years of fighting on the battlefield, I have seen countless people bending their knees and fleeing in embarrassment in order to survive.
But it's rare to see someone like Bei Qian, who knows he will die but still comes to die.
Of course, Zhao Yun was just a little surprised.
The spear in his hand will not leave anything behind.
After all, a role like Bei Qian really doesn't interest him at all.
when!
The sword slashed down extremely quickly, originally thinking that it could slash Zhao Yun's face in anger.
Unfortunately, the deadly gun blade once again stood in front of him.
There was a crashing sound, but that was all.
"hateful..."
The combination of humiliation and fear intensified the distortion on his face.
He finally understood what the word Zhao Yun represented.
This sword imbued Bei Qian with all his courage.
With the blessing of the war horse's sprint, the strength has already exceeded its original limit.
But even so, it was still easily blocked by the gun blade.
The collision between the sword and the gun blade caused Bei Qian to suffer from the backlash.
It was as if he had cut into a rocky mountain and was almost unable to hold the handle of the knife, and was thrown out of his hand.
With such force, Zhao Yun on the opposite side acted extremely relaxed.
You can't pretend to be fake.
There was not even a trace of discomfort on Zhao Yun's face.
It was obvious that this power that made Bei Qian insurmountable was nothing in front of Zhao Yun.
"You are so strong, really strong..."
The first time he heard this kind of exaggeration, Zhao Yun felt a little strange.
He is very strong, which is recognized by the world. No one will question Zhao Yun's martial arts and strength.
But this is the first time for such silly praise.
Then, he couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Haha, weren't you mentally prepared before rushing over?"
Bei Qian's eyes dimmed.
"Yes, I know I can't defeat you."
Zhao Yun was a little surprised. He could see that Bei Qian was not lying.
"Then why did you come to seek death?"
"Because you killed the four generals of the Bei family!"
Bei Qian roared angrily, and his already exhausted body once again burst out with strength, which was transmitted to the spear through the sword.
It's a pity that these meager powers are not even qualified to cause trouble to Zhao Yun.
It's as if gravel is sinking into the sea for a moment, and no one cares.
"Don't waste your efforts. Don't you know the gap between you and me?"
Zhao Yun sneered coldly.
"It's just a death struggle."
Bei Qian was furious, but he didn't feel any humiliation.
What Zhao Yun said were facts, and they were facts that he could not refute.
The gap between the two was so huge that even Bei Qian, who was overwhelmed by anger, felt desperate.
No matter how hot your brain is, you can't cross the gap, even half a step.
To outsiders, the sword and the spear were intertwined, and the two were evenly matched.
But Beiqian knew that the balance of battle between the two sides had already been completely tilted.
He is just a plaything in Zhao Yun's hands, and his life is firmly in Zhao Yun's hands.
When to be killed depends entirely on the other party.
Let him die in the middle of the night, and he will never take a breath for a moment!
"so what!"
Bei Qian knew that he would definitely die, but he refused to compromise at all.
"Even if you die, even if you become a ghost, I will not let you go!"
"You will be punished by God for killing the children of the humble family!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yun couldn't help laughing several times.
"After decades of fighting on the battlefield, countless people have died at the hands of this general. If he had suffered retribution, would he still be able to wait until now?"
"you..."
Bei Qian wanted to retaliate and curse, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he was suppressed by overwhelming pressure.
The power from the gun blade kept coming, forcing the sword back.
Seeing that his sword was about to touch his neck, Bei Qian had no solution.
If this continues, it will be suicide!
"Zhao Yun, even if I die, I will never let you go!"
"Haha, your death is certain."
After saying this, Zhao Yun suddenly increased the strength in his hand, and instantly pressed the sword back in front of Bei Qian.
I can only say that it's a good thing that the back of the knife was facing him, otherwise it would never have ended so lightly.
"Damn...ah!"
Bei Qian was so suppressed that he could not move and could only make sporadic angry roars from the corners of his mouth.
But it was the same, Zhao Yun pressed harder.
By the end, I couldn't even finish a sentence.
Prolonged exertion also makes the whole body sore and numb.
Bei Qian only felt that his power was flowing away crazily, and he had already lost half of his power.
Death is before your eyes.
"Okay, I think you are still a man, so I let you live a little longer."
"Now, it's almost time to end."
After Zhao Yun sentenced Bei Qian to death, he slowly pressed his right hand to his waist.
The sword was unsheathed and made a hissing sound from friction.
Bei Qian instantly became stupid.
He didn't expect that the divine power that made him unstoppable was just one of Zhao Yun's hands!
What would happen if two hands pressed on it together?
It's a pity that Bei Qian didn't have the chance to see it. With his strength, he didn't deserve Zhao Yun's full attention.
"it's over."
Three understated words rang in his ears, and then a sharp blade swiped across them.
Bei Qian felt a chill on his neck, his breathing became increasingly difficult, and his strength continued to drain away.
After a while, bang!
The sword became something that could not be held no matter what, and fell directly to the ground.
Afterwards, Bei Qian couldn't control his body and slowly fell to the ground.
thump.
Finally, the body fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
At this point, the number of corpses lying on the ground turned into five.
Beiqian, Beiying, Beiyao, Beiqiong, Beiqi, and Yang Zuo not far away.
