All the viewers who paid attention to the three-person duel were dumbfounded, especially Zhao Deyan, Li Shimin, and Jie Li, trembling all over, unable to believe the facts in front of them.

With just one move, the two great grandmasters were hit hard one after another, what an incredible thing.

Unbelief, fear, horror and countless other chaotic emotions surged into my heart, and I looked at Wang Jian like a demon god.

And Wan Wan, Shen Luoyan, Shan Wanjing, Dugu Feng and other women were trembling with excitement, shocked in their hearts, and even more proud.

As for the concubine Xuan, Fan Qinghui and other women, their hearts are extremely complicated, but the inner turmoil cannot be themselves.

In a corner in the distance, a master who had been watching this battle could not hide the shock on his handsome face.

With such strength, even if he is cured, will he be able to compete?

Shi Zhixuan didn't know, but he was arrogant, and he still had to admit that he was not Wang Jian's opponent.

made a few moves, if it weren't for the other party's sake for Shi Qingxuan's sake, coupled with his use of Pei Ju's identity back then, the move to split the Turks made "Yang Guang" feel good, otherwise the grass would have grown on the grave a long time ago.

Wang Jian blasted the two of them away, with a sneer on his face, and rushed towards Fu Cailin as soon as his body moved.

Bi Xuan was seriously injured, he couldn't run away, but Fu Cailin, the shot just now was dodged by him, but the injury to his left shoulder did not affect his mobility.

This person is also vigilant, and instantly judges that he is not an opponent and is about to flee, how can he let him succeed.

Zhang's spear turned into a shadow of a spear in the sky, covering Fu Cailin's body, and Fu Cailin, who was retreating, had to stop, a sword like ripples on the surface of a calm lake. Turbulent came out, looking for a flaw in the shadow of the gun.

Wang Jian has no interest in this kind of swordsmanship to find flaws.

The flaws are nothing more than the weakest point.

One point was broken, and the warrior's attack came to an abrupt end, making the previous attacks meaningless. It's like throwing a grenade, a baseball bat, and then the threat is gone.

But this requires a prerequisite, that is, the moves are only afterimages, making it difficult to capture the real and fake, which makes sense.

His spear shadows are all real, even if his attacks are blocked, the previous gun shadows are all composed of guns, and they will still pierce through the enemy.

It's just less powerful, but it's still a huge threat to the enemy.

Yi swordsmanship is very strong, the combination of mind and swordsmanship, moving inside and outside, is very wonderful.

It's a pity, where will the people who will drop ten times with one force care what sword moves you have, just smash them directly.

It's like the Jericho missile, with dozens of warheads splitting, a baseball bat flying one, and dozens more.

The sword shattered, and Fu Cailin stood in place, his face full of horror.

At this moment, he was covered in blood holes, turned into a bloody man, and Zhuo stood there. The big holes behind him were all burst out of the gun.

Wang Jian didn't look at Fu Cailin, who was staring at him, turned around and rushed towards Bi Xuan.

Fu Cailin fell to the ground with a bang, and he didn't understand why the gap was so big until he died.

Seeing Wang Jian rushing over, Bi Xuan, who had just stood still, had a dark face, and a trace of fear of death involuntarily flashed on Na Ying's domineering face.

But soon, he roared: "Yang Guang! ”

This cry contains too many emotions, there is fear, and there is also provocation.

At this moment, Bi Xuan felt as if his spirit had been sublimated, and the closed portal that had always existed seemed to have faintly opened a gap.

At this moment, he was full of momentum and wild, far beyond any previous moment.

Bi Xuan had no sorrow or joy in his heart, and the miraculous skill of the hot sun was urged to the extreme, and within a few dozen meters, the temperature soared.

Within a few meters around him, there seemed to be a flame brewing, forming a crimson sphere covering his majestic body.

The ground under his feet cracked, this is a natural crack that has dried up to the extreme, and some of the routs around him are directly dehydrated and fall to the ground, slowly drying up.

Such a spectacle makes people panic inexplicably.

But in the same way, the figure that seems to be slow and fast is even more shocking.

"Bi Xuan, I'll send you on your way."

Wang Jian said, put away the second spear, and punched out.

This punch is not his refined martial arts, it is the fist of the unequaled emperor fist.

A powerful and incomparable battle intent surged out, making his body like a god in the sky, domineering and sacred.

The faint sound of the dragon's groan, as well as the emperor's unrivaled and noble imperial momentum, were boiling and churning, shocking people's hearts.

He is the emperor of the Luding World and the Tang Dynasty, although he usually hangs his son and does not take it seriously at all.

But the moment he sat on the dragon chair, he already had such a temperament, which was nothing more than a daily appearance.

Now it is hooked, the momentum is surging, and no one dares to look at it directly.

Just one glance deeply affected the hearts of the people around him, and the defeated coalition army was even more inexplicably shaken, and the fighting spirit in his heart receded like a tide.

And the morale of the Sui army increased greatly, looking at Wang Jian like a god, worshipping, crazy, I can't wait to immediately hug people's thighs, take them to pretend to take them to fly.

The two fists collided, time seemed to stand still, and in slow motion, you would find that the strength of the Yanyang Qigong swept like a tide, and Bi Xuan's arms burst one after another.

The flesh that had been splattered was evaporated in mid-air, and the bones snapped, shattered, and swept from the arms.

The perennial cultivation of the Yanyang Miraculous Skill has made the five internal organs extremely resistant to heat, but at this moment, the internal organs have been scorched black and have lost all their vitality.

Rumble!

Bi Xuan's face was red and flew out upside down, smashing on the Turkic cavalry that rushed to kill.

Those cavalrymen spurted blood one after another, and their bodies were charred black, apparently burned by the Yan Yang Miraculous Skill.

And Bi Xuan's burly body also fell to the ground, without a trace of life.

"Bullshit Grand Master, vulnerable!"

Wang Jian put away his fists and sneered.

He didn't need to respect anyone, let alone an alien race.

Such a character is very strong, and his life is a legend, but he also deserves to die, because the blood of the Han people in his hands is countless, and his hands are full of blood.

Such people deserve to die, and so do these Turkic cavalry.

Thinking of this, Zhang'er spear appeared again, and he rushed towards the Turkic cavalry.

Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin were killed in seconds, and the shock to the battlefield was too great.

Jieli couldn't believe it, and looked at Wang Jian who continued to rush and kill in a daze.

Li Shimin knew that the morale of the whole army had dropped to the extreme at this moment, and he hurriedly ordered his subordinates to withdraw their troops.

It's a pity that Wang Jian won't allow it, and neither will Shen Luoyan and Qu Tutong.

If it weren't for the danger of being taken advantage of in order to prevent the emptiness in the city, Song Laosheng would have wanted to chase and kill the defenders.

But on the battlefield, an army did appear again, and it was the more than 40,000 troops led by Dugu Valve and Yuwen Chengdu.

More than 50,000 Sui troops were frantically slaughtering, and Wang Jian even broke into the Turkic cavalry formation, no longer needing to hide his combat effectiveness so as not to scare away Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan, and the guns were ploughing the ground like lasers.