Chapter 828

As the Turkic army arrived mightily under the city.

The garrison troops left by the Great Tang in this city also began to rush out of the city one after another.

After fighting together with Wuming, Po Jun, and others during this period, the Great Tang garrison troops had already begun to rely on the powerful destructive power of these peak martial artists.

As long as these peak martial artists were on the battlefield, the Great Tang soldiers could scatter the army combined by the various Turkic tribes without even paying much in casualties.

This was the confidence brought to them by the Seven Martial Arts sweeping the battlefield those few times before.

"Brothers, charge! Kill this group of foreigners!"

"With the gentlemen here, even if there is a difference in quantity between the various Turkic tribes and us, we can still destroy them!!!"

"Yes, yes, the gentlemen are all like gods; as long as the gentlemen enter the battlefield, those Turkic tribes will definitely be beaten to a pulp!"

"Yes!! Let these foreigners see the power of our Central Plains peak martial artists!"

The gentlemen in the mouths of these Great Tang garrison troops were naturally the six people: Wuming, Wang Jian Chen, Duan Lang, Po Jun, Huang Ying, and Huai Kong.

After seeing the destructive power of Wuming and others on the battlefield, these Great Tang garrison troops developed a sense of respect for them from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, if they hadn't suddenly rushed to the battlefield, perhaps this city and these soldiers would have all died on the battlefield long ago.

Hearing the words of these Great Tang garrison troops, Wuming, Po Jun, and others felt a hint of shame in their hearts; seeing that the troops of the Great Tang and the Turks had already begun to fight, Wuming sighed helplessly.

"Let's go; as long as we drag it out until the reinforcements from His Majesty arrive, we can go back."

Wuming said somewhat helplessly to the five people behind him.

During the battlefield slaughter during this period, Wuming, Wang Jian Chen, Duan Lang, Po Jun, Huang Ying, and Huai Kong had all changed from their initial excitement to their current disgust.

After all, they were only people from the Jianghu, and facing the slaughter on the battlefield every day was ultimately somewhat unbearable.

Moreover, for some reason, there was an unusual feeling of oppression in their hearts during this period, which made Wuming and others feel very uncomfortable.

But now, seeing that the two armies had already launched attacks on each other, Wuming, Po Jun, and others had no choice.

Seeing Wuming, who had already flown to the battlefield, the remaining Seven Martial Arts and others all followed after frowning slightly.

Just when Wuming and others were about to release their most powerful strength to break the Turkic army's formation as usual.

A vortex of clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.

Streams of blood-colored lightning appeared above the sky and struck down toward the Great Tang army.

In an instant, the Great Tang army fell into countless casualties.

"What is going on?!!"

Wuming looked fixedly at the blood-colored lightning in the sky and muttered.

Regarding these visions in the sky, Wuming did not think it was a disaster naturally brought down by the Dao of Heaven.

And Duan Lang, Wang Jian Chen, and others turned pale after seeing these blood-colored lightning bolts.

Because in their perception, if martial artists at the Earth Immortal Mortal realm like them had no preparation.

If they were struck by these blood-colored heavenly lightning bolts, they would also suffer heavy injuries.