The horse's hooves were flying, getting closer and closer.

When he was more than ten feet away from Wu Yanyong, Zhao Yun jumped up and pointed the Longdan silver spear in his hand at a high speed.

“A hundred birds are paying homage to the phoenix!!”

In an instant, countless flying birds formed by the condensed energy of Gangjin made deafening cries together, and then flew towards Wu Yanyong like a hundred birds flying into the forest.

The piercing sound made Wu Yanyong see stars. He never thought that he would be affected by the sound.

When he came to his senses, he saw countless birds flying towards him, and he quickly swept out with the big knife in his hand.

The broadsword has infinite power, but it is completely useless against these silver birds.

"boom!!"

After a brief collision, huge force flowed into the body along the sword.

Wu Yanyong didn't even have time to feel the pain before the big knife in his hand swung again.

Because there were too many birds in front of him, even if he tried his best, he still couldn't block them completely.

Dozens of flying birds sank into the body.

"Pfft."

He spat out blood violently, and at this moment he felt the vitality in his body was rapidly fading away.

Under the impact of the huge force, his palm became numb and the sword in his hand flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The flying birds dispersed, and a cold silver light flew towards the body.

Wu Yanyong felt the breath of death. For the first time, he realized that the invincibility he had imagined was like a frog at the bottom of a well, with no idea of ​​how big the world was.

With a bitter smile, many things were on his mind at this moment. He finally understood why Qiuliju had been defeated so badly before. He was even worried about the future of Wuhuan.

Thinking about the tragic massacre of the Huns before, he didn't dare to think about it any further.

With all kinds of complicated emotions lingering in his mind, Wu Yanyong closed his eyes in despair.

The Longdan's bright silver spear drew a graceful arc in the air and came flying at a rapid speed, with the breath of death filling the whole body.

Just when Wu Yanyong thought he was going to die, he did not feel any coldness. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the tip of the gun was an inch away from him.

He looked at Zhao Yun with a puzzled expression: "I am convinced now!"

"Why don't you do it?"

"With your late Heavenly General cultivation, no one in the entire grassland can stop you. Even if there are more people, they can't escape death."

"So there is no need for you to spare my life."

"I would rather die earlier than watch countless people fall to your gun."

Zhao Yun smiled faintly, very satisfied with his judgment. Wu Yanyong was not brave but reckless, nor was he as irritable and impulsive as rumored.

"You are absolutely right. Even if all of you Wuhuan people stood in front of me, you would definitely not be my opponent."

"The realm of the late Heavenly General has exceeded everyone's imagination."

"But God is merciful. China is a great country. What we want is to conquer and rule you completely, not to kill you all."

"More importantly, my Lord will ascend the throne in two months, and we need a peaceful grassland to submit to my Lord." "Therefore, we don't have much time, and with your help, the plan will go more smoothly."

Wu Yanyong laughed bitterly and said, "I never thought that I would end up like this one day."

"But you've got the wrong person. I've never been a coward. If you want to kill me, then kill me. I won't make any promises to you."

"I will not persuade you to surrender."

"You don't have the final say on the fate of the Wuhuan people. Even if you are invincible in the grasslands in the late stage of the Heavenly General, everything is always interdependent, so there must be a way to restrain you. It's too early to ask me to surrender now."

Zhao Yun sighed softly: "It is really difficult to make a person understand a truth."

"Do you think I'm negotiating with you now?"

"Are you qualified?"

"kill!!!"

Zhao Yun waved his bright silver spear towards the sky. In an instant, countless birds soared into the sky and fell into the Wuhuan army from top to bottom in a moment.

How could thousands of soldiers who had already been exhausted by Wu Yanyong withstand Zhao Yun's attack?
There were continuous screams, countless Wuhuan soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and the blood dyed the entire street red.

Wu Yanyong's eyes were red with anger as he stared at Zhao Yun: "They are already unable to resist, why are you still killing them?"

"You Chinese are not a righteous army, how can you just slaughter the soldiers who want to surrender?"

"You guys are so hypocritical."

Although the curses were loud, they could not stop the thousands of troops that were already charging over.

The one-sided massacre began. Every moment, Wuhuan soldiers' heads fell to the ground, and every floor tile was stained red with blood.

"You really want to kill them all?"

"Zhao Yun, you are worse than beasts"

Zhao Yun sighed and said, "It's really surprising that you can say this."

"When the Wuhuan cavalry marched south to Youzhou, how much blood was on their hands?"

"In the face of those ordinary people's pleas for mercy, did you stop wielding the scimitars in your hands?"

"We are riding on the grassland not to show off our might, but to avenge the countless people who died at your hands."

"Forgiving you was never something I wanted to do."

"Blood is the memorial to the dead."

"kill!!"

As the sound of killing fell, the one-sided massacre became even more horrific. The Wuhuan soldiers had long lost their fighting spirit, but they could not surrender. Before they knelt on the ground, the sharp blades had already stabbed at them. If they resisted, they would die, and if they did not resist, they would also die.

The breath of death hung over the heads of all the Wuhuan soldiers. For the first time, they felt like ants, and their lives were in danger at any time.

"Don't kill, don't kill!!"

A miserable cry for mercy rang out. Wu Yanyong was no longer as rebellious and rude as before. He was only trembling with fear from the bottom of his heart. He felt that he had come to the Nine Nether Hell today and met only gods and ghosts. (End of this chapter)