All the viewers who followed the three-man showdown were dumbfounded, especially Zhao Deyan, Li Shimin, and Jie Li, who were trembling all over and couldn't believe the facts in front of them.
With just one move, the two great masters were severely injured one after another. What an incredible thing.
Unbelief, fear, horror and countless other mixed emotions surged into my heart, and I looked at Wang Jian as if I were looking at a demon.
The girls such as Huanwan, Shen Luoyan, Shan Wanjing, and Dugufeng were so excited that they were trembling with excitement, their hearts were shocked, and they were even more proud.
As for Shi Feixuan, Fan Qinghui and other girls, their hearts are extremely complicated, but they cannot control their inner agitation.
In a corner in the distance, there was a master who had been paying attention to this battle. The shock could not be concealed on his extremely handsome face.
With such strength, even if he recovers, will he be able to compete?
Shi Zhixuan didn't know, but he was so arrogant that he still had to admit that he was no match for Wang Jian.
After several attacks, if the other party had not taken advantage of Shi Qingxuan and his use of Pei Ju's identity to split the Turks, which made "Yang Guang" favor him, grass would have grown in his grave long ago.
Wang Jian blasted away the two of them, with a sneer on his face, and rushed towards Fu Cailin as soon as he moved.
Bi Xuan was seriously injured, and he could no longer run away. Fu Cailin, on the other hand, had dodged the shot just now, but the injury to his left shoulder did not affect his ability to move.
This man was also alert. He instantly judged that he was not his opponent and was about to flee. How could he let him succeed?
The two-foot-long spear turned into a sky full of gun shadows, covering Fu Cailin's whole body. Fu Cailin, who was retreating, had to stop. A sword was like ripples on a calm lake. It moved out, looking for flaws in the sky full of gun shadows.
Wang Jian has no interest in this kind of flaw-finding swordsmanship.
A flaw is nothing more than the weakest point.
Once a point is broken, the warrior's attack comes to an abrupt end, making all previous attacks meaningless. It's like throwing a grenade and hitting a baseball bat, and all subsequent threats are gone.
But this requires a prerequisite, that is, the moves are just afterimages, making it difficult to capture the true and false, so this makes sense.
His gun shadows all over the sky are real. Even if his attack is blocked, the previous gun shadows are composed of gun rays and will still penetrate the enemy.
It's just less powerful, but it still poses a huge threat to the enemy.
Yi's swordsmanship is very powerful, the combination of mind and swordsmanship moves both internally and externally, which is very wonderful.
It's a pity that people who can conquer ten societies with one force will not care about your sword moves, they will just smash them to pieces.
This is just like the Jericho missile. The warhead split into dozens, the baseball bat knocked one away, and there are still dozens more.
The sword light shattered, and Fu Cailin stood there with a look of horror on his face.
At this moment, he was covered in blood holes and turned into a bloody man. Zhuo stood there. The big holes behind him were all caused by the gun light that penetrated his body.
Without even looking at Fu Cailin, who was staring at him, Wang Jian turned around and rushed towards Bi Xuan.
Fu Cailin fell to the ground with a crash, and even to his death he did not understand why the gap was so big.
Seeing Wang Jian rushing towards him, Bi Xuan, who had just stood still, turned dark, and a hint of fear of death flashed across his handsome and domineering face.
But soon, he roared: "Yang Guang!"
This cry contains too many emotions, including fear and provocation.
At this moment, Bi Xuan felt as if his spirit had been sublimated, and the closed door that had always existed seemed to have opened a slight gap.
This time, his whole body was full of momentum, reaching the extreme, far beyond any previous moment.
Bi Xuan felt neither sadness nor joy in his heart. The Yanyang Qigong was activated to the extreme, and the temperature soared within dozens of meters.
Within a few meters around him, there seemed to be flames brewing, forming a red sphere covering his majestic body.
The ground beneath his feet was cracking. These were natural cracks caused by extreme dryness. Some of the people around him were dehydrated and fell to the ground, slowly drying up.
Such strange sights make people panic and inexplicable.
But at the same time, that figure's walking pace, which seemed slow but was actually fast, was even more shocking.
"Bi Xuan, I will send you on your way."
Wang Jian said, put away Zhang Er's spear, and punched out.
This punch is not his refined martial arts, it is the unparalleled imperial fist that can conquer mountains and rivers.
A powerful fighting spirit surged out, making his body look like a god in the sky, domineering and sacred.
The faint roar of the dragon, as well as the emperor's overwhelming and unparalleled imperial aura, surged and stirred, shocking the hearts of the people.
He is the emperor of the Luding World and the Tang Dynasty. Although he usually cares about it, he doesn't take it seriously at all.
But the moment he sat on the dragon throne, he already had this kind of temperament, which he just didn't show off on weekdays.
Now that he is aroused, his momentum is so strong that no one dares to look directly at him.
Just one glance deeply affected the minds of the people around him. The defeated coalition forces were even more shocked, and the fighting spirit in their hearts receded like a tide.
The morale of the Sui army increased greatly. They looked at Wang Jian as if they were looking at a god. They worshiped and went crazy. They wished they could hug his thighs immediately, lead them to show off and fly with them.
The fists collided, and time seemed to stand still. In slow motion, you will find that the energy of Yanyang Qigong swept across like a tide, and Bi Xuan's arms exploded one after another.
The splattered flesh and blood evaporated in mid-air, and the bones were broken, shattered, and swept from the arms to the body.
Years of practicing Yanyang Qigong have made the internal organs highly resistant to heat, but at this moment, the internal organs were all burnt black and lost all their vitality.
boom!
Bi Xuan flew out with a red face and hit the Turkic cavalry who were charging towards him.
Those cavalrymen spurted blood one after another, and their bodies were charred black. They were obviously burned by the magical power of Yanyang.
And Bi Xuan's burly body also fell to the ground, without any trace of life left.
"The great master of bullshit is vulnerable to a single blow!"
Wang Jian put away his fists and sneered.
He doesn't need to respect anyone, let alone a foreigner.
This kind of person is very strong, and his life is a legend, but he deserves to die because he has countless Han blood in his hands, and his hands are full of blood.
Such people deserve to die, and so do these Turkic cavalry.
Thinking of this, Zhang Er's spear appeared again and charged towards the Turkic cavalry.
Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin were killed instantly, which shocked the battlefield too much.
Jie Li couldn't believe it, and stared dumbfounded at Wang Jian who continued to charge.
Li Shimin knew that the morale of the entire army had dropped to the extreme at this moment, so he quickly ordered his subordinates to withdraw their troops.
Unfortunately, Wang Jian would not allow it, nor would Shen Luoyan or Qu Tutong.
If he hadn't been taken advantage of in order to guard against the emptiness in the city, Song Laosheng would have led the defenders to hunt him down.
But on the battlefield, an army did appear again. It was the 40,000-strong army led by the Dugu Clan, Yuwen Chengdu.
More than 50,000 Sui troops were slaughtering madly. Wang Jian even broke into the Turkic cavalry formation. He no longer needed to conceal his combat power to avoid scaring away Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan. The light of his spear plowed the ground like a laser.
