There is no need for too many skills or left and right support. A long spear makes Iribis too tired to deal with and can't stand it.

For a moment, both sides seemed to be fighting fiercely, and experts could see clearly that Zhang Yuan suppressed Yiribis with absolute strength. If Yiribis had not had riding skills to rely on, he would have died under Zhang Yuan's gun.

Even so, it seems that Iribis's death is not far away.

The generals of the Yuan and Han sides were either excited, calm, frustrated, or angry, with different expressions, while the soldiers were each fierce, as if stimulated by the generals, staring at Zhang Yuan and Yiribis who were fighting in the middle of the battlefield, waiting for the victory or defeat to appear.

‘The gun shook like a dragon, domineering...!’ Zhang Yuan suddenly changed his move, and the originally flexible spear suddenly became domineering. In the shaking, there was less flexibility, but there was more toughness, which seemed easier to think about, but the pressure of Yiribis increased in vain.

Once the marksmanship changes, it seems to have transformed. The ordinary marksmanship contains Zhang Yuan's understanding of gun technique. It is even more difficult to compete with each move and move.

"Can't fight any more!"

As the pressure accumulates, Zhang Yuan is becoming more and more powerful now, without any sign of pause or decline. Yiribis can no longer withstand the pressure in his heart. The fire-like pressure burst out, affecting his rationality. He suddenly felt that he was panicked and did not have time to think too much, so he wanted to escape and not fight Zhang Yuan near.

Zhang Yuan saw Yiribis's movement and was happy in his heart. He did not stop the other party's fake shot, as if he was careless. But Zhe did not see this, and his face wanted to solve his beloved apprentice himself, so as not to embarrass him: "Lost!"

Iribis, who seemed to have escaped, had actually lost his fighting spirit and the courage to confront Zhang Yuan head-on unless a miracle happens or Zhang Yuan himself makes a mistake, otherwise failure will never be avoided.

Yiribis obviously woke up. Seeing Zhang Yuan behind him who was joking about himself like a cat playing with a mouse, he was disgraced. He couldn't help feeling extremely upset about his behavior. He wished he could rush back and let Zhang Yuan shoot him, but he couldn't. He had already escaped and was at a disadvantage. Wouldn't he be more wrong to die like this?

Iribis wanted to double it. He wanted to fall into the violent river. When he drowned, he wanted to grab the last straw and didn't want to sink to the bottom of the water. Even at this time, in the eyes of everyone else, he was extremely embarrassed, which was simply a shame for the Yuan Dynasty. The same was true.

Everyone saw Zhang Yuan's joke clearly. The Han army cheered and cheered for him, and some people sighed. Yiribis's strength was not bad, and even the archery skills were so high that Zhang Yuan could not resist. But in the end, if one step was wrong, he should not be influenced by others, but instead competed with Zhang Yuan's strengths with his own shortcomings. Then, he should not use the fighting style of wanting to win, rather than using both sides to lose money or other methods to exchange for Zhang Yuan's concessions.

However, there are not so many things that shouldn't be.

In the eyes of the Yuan army generals and soldiers, Yiribis was a coward and a shame. He wished that Zhang Yuan would be killed on the gun, which was better than running away in a mess now, like a dog that was strayed from a family, which made them feel extremely ashamed.

"Iribis, look, your companions not only did not cheer for you, but hoped that you would die now so as not to bring shame to them..." Zhang Yuan chased Iribis tightly, and the red-headed lion was far superior to the other party's war horse, so he could not escape, and he could not get close to the Yuan army camp. He could not help but stimulate Iribis.

"ah!!!!"

How could Iribis not know? It was just that he didn't want to see or think. As Zhang Yuan said, his eyes were red and his murderous aura continued to rise, but he couldn't, nor did he dare to go to Zhang Yuan to fight desperately.

Zhang Yuan changed his mind at this time. Originally, he just wanted to kill Yiribis and attack the morale of the Yuan army.

However, Iribis and the Yuan army made a fatal mistake, and Iribis continued to be unable to withstand the pressure and ran away.

Isn't this a good opportunity given by God? If he doesn't take it, wouldn't even be sorry for God? Therefore, his constant teasing of Iribis and attacking the morale of the Yuan army. Such obvious actions really made the Yuan army hate him endlessly, and of course, his hatred for Iribis is also endless.

In response, Zhang Yuan could only say sorry to Yiribis secretly. Although it seemed to be a little honest and open, who made them the enemy?

‘The next time is the moment when Iribis’ ugly appearance is revealed…!’

Zhang Yuan thought to himself that the morale of the Yuan army had been suppressed to the limit, and this would have no effect on teasing Yiribis.

"Iribis, take the call...!!!"

The red-headed lion's speed suddenly accelerated a little bit, and a hint of horror and panic flashed across Yiribis's face. The explosive power of Wanlijiao was really unexpected, and he could speed up in vain while running.

Zhang Yuan's big gun was still approaching, and the bitter wind wrapped around the endless murderous aura made Yiribis' scalp numb and unable to self-self.

‘Die, are you going to die?’ Iribis is unwilling to die just like this. He endured humiliation and was ridiculed by his enemies and hated by his companions. Didn’t he just want to die?

With a heavy "block", Yiribis' chest became stuffy and a mouthful of blood spilled out. The next moment, he found that there seemed to be no weapons in Zhang Yuan's hand. His first thought was, 'This is impossible?'

Immediately afterwards, Yiribis fell into great ecstasy. Zhang Yuan lost his weapons. Zhang Yuan was too arrogant and actually lost his weapons.

He looked at Zhang Yuan and couldn't help but show a hideous smile. He lost his nature ecstatically. He almost didn't think about it and pulled his horse to Zhang Yuan and shouted wildly: "Zhang Yuan, you demon, dare to seek death, hahaha...!!!"

A series of laughter vented the anger and shame in his heart. He had never been so happy. A feeling from hell to heaven is beyond description.

The next moment, the situation suddenly changed.

Before Iribis could wake up, he felt himself rising into the air. He vaguely saw the sky, two intertwined war horses, and the familiar figure.

Zhang Yuan's sword was held flat, and a drop of blood slowly disappeared on the back of Tianhuang Sword. The dazzling light was as bright as the sun, but not dazzling.
Chapter completed!