The big man is on the run

Chapter 197

"Well done, after the Battle of Jieqiao, I finally have the opportunity to compete again!"

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up, and a trace of excitement flashed on his face. He raised the spear in his hand, and killed Wen Chou.

The two fought fiercely at the top of the city.

At this moment, in the narrow city, both of them have displayed their strongest martial arts, and they both want to defeat each other and win the victory.

"kill!"

The two fought together, using all their strength, each move was fatal, each move was fiercer than the other, and each move was faster than the other.

For a time, the confrontation between the two was tied.

Zhao Yun's martial arts skills are superb. Under normal circumstances, unless he encounters a master, there are basically few existences that can resist his continuous attacks, but here, he encountered an experienced opponent.

"Boom!"

The two fought against each other again, and there was a dull collision sound, and both of them staggered for a while.

Zhao Yun stabilized his figure and looked at Wen Chou in front of him solemnly. He felt an unprecedented pressure from Wen Chou.

This is a formidable opponent, and it has come out with all its strength.

"It seems that I still underestimated you."

"However, do you think you can defeat me with this strength? It's just a dream!"

Looking at Zhao Yun in front of him, a look of disdain appeared on the corner of Wen Chou's mouth.

Hearing Wen Chou's ridicule, Zhao Yun's face was neither sad nor happy, and his eyes were fixed on Wen Chou.

"It seems that I want to show you the true strength of my painstaking practice for several years!"

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Under the armor, the muscles in his arms were knotted, and veins burst out, crawling on the surface of the skin like earthworms.

The next moment, Zhao Yun raised his right arm suddenly, holding the spear, and stabbed straight at Wen Chou's chest, as fast as lightning, as fast as lightning.

Wen Chou hurriedly resisted, but Zhao Yun stabbed three times in an instant, the guns were as fast as lightning, and the tip of the gun drew silver lights.

"So fast, so powerful!"

Seeing Zhao Yun's three consecutive spears, Wen Chou's pupils shrank suddenly. Feeling the strength and speed of Zhao Yun's spear head, Wen Chou's face suddenly became serious, and he waved his arms, and the saber light flickered, and he faced Zhao Yun's spear .

"Dang Dang Dang Dang."

"Clang! Clang!"

There was a continuous sound of metal clanging, and the figures of Wen Chou and Zhao Yun kept moving.

Although Zhao Yun's spear was split by Wen Chou's long knife, Wen Chou could only force Zhao Yun back even if Wen Chou tried his best, and could not hurt Zhao Yun at all.

This means that the combat power of the two sides has begun to be unequal.

This scene fell into Wen Chou's eyes, causing his pupils to constrict violently, a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and an absurd thought involuntarily appeared in his heart.

"Could it be that I, Wen Chou, are really going to be defeated by this young man?"

"Impossible! Impossible! How could I lose to such an unknown existence! This is absolutely impossible!"

After comforting himself several times in his heart, Wen Chou's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Zhao Yun with a ferocious face, shouted loudly, and the steel knife in his hand danced wildly, and swept towards Zhao Yun fiercely.

"Roar!"

Zhao Yun let out an angry roar, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed forward, attacking and attacking.

"kill!"

Wen Chou narrowed his eyes, and a strong murderous intent rose in his heart. With a loud shout, he attacked Zhao Yun again.

This time, Wen Chou's attack was much more fierce and ferocious. The long knife in his hand kept waving, flashing cold lights, stabbing towards Zhao Yun's body.

"Well done!"

While Zhao Yun used his long spear to deflect the opponent's attack, at the same time, the barrel of the gun was reversed, and the small copper hammer on the tail went straight to Wen Chou and smashed it.

Zhao Yun's movements were as fast as lightning, and Wen Chou had no room to react to the series of movements.

"boom!"

The copper hammer of the gun barrel hit Wen Chou's abdomen, and immediately knocked him two or three steps away, and fell to the ground, smashing a small hole in the hard bluestone slab. He struggled to get up, avoiding Zhao Yun's further pursuit.

"How is it possible? His martial arts are so strong!"

Wen Chou's face was full of disbelief, and he stared dumbfounded at everything in front of him, full of disbelief in his heart.

He didn't believe that everything that happened in front of him was real, how could he be defeated by the young man in front of him.

This must not be true!
Wen Chou couldn't help roaring in his heart, refusing to admit that what happened before him was the truth.

But the facts are there, and there is no room for him not to believe it.

"You are no match for me!"

Zhao Yun clenched the barrel of the gun tightly, staring at Wen Chou coldly, with a strong murderous look in his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Now you admit defeat!"

Wen Chou staggered to his feet, felt Zhao Yun's cold and ruthless eyes, couldn't help but shuddered, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes. He knew that if he continued to resist at this moment, Zhao Yun's big gun would definitely take his. Life, he didn't want to lose his life for nothing, he was unwilling, very unwilling.

"Admit defeat, you are dreaming!"

Wen Chou gritted his teeth and said, his eyes were full of unwillingness. His martial arts are indeed not as good as Zhao Yun. It's not that he doesn't want to continue fighting, but he knows that continuing to fight is just death. Instead of doing this, it's better to retreat temporarily and look for opportunities. Looking for a chance to take revenge again, he believes that as long as he has the chance, he will definitely be able to kill the young man in front of him, and he will be ashamed!
"Since you are not willing to give in, then I can only use the strongest moves to kill you!"

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, holding the spear tightly in the palm of his hand. With a movement of Zhao Yun's body, he jumped up suddenly, and his feet stepped on the ground fiercely. Immediately, tiny cracks that could not be detected spread on the ground. Holding the spear with both hands, he poked at Wen Chou like lightning.

Seeing this scene, Wen Chou's eyes widened, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyeballs almost popped out, his heart beat violently, and an inexplicable fear enveloped his heart. It was blank, without any thinking ability at all.

At this moment, that sharp spear light suddenly appeared in front of Wen Chou, piercing his chest instantly.

"Pfft!"

A pool of blood splashed out from Wen Chou's chest and fell to the ground. The blood bloomed into bewitching flowers on the ground, and a miserable cry came from Wen Chou's mouth.

Streams of blood dripped from the corners of Wen Chou's mouth, staining the blue bricks on the ground red, which was shocking.

There was an unbelievable look in Wen Chou's eyes. His hands were covering the wound, and the blood kept gushing out. His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, but unfortunately, the blood still kept flowing. It shot out from his mouth, and he couldn't control his own blood at all.

"I don't."

As soon as a sentence was finished, Wen Chou completely lost his vitality and breath completely.

"Slap!"

Zhao Yun shouted coldly: "Wen Chou is dead, why don't you surrender quickly?!"

(End of this chapter)