Chapter 830

Wang Jian Chen's Hero Sword shot out violent and dazzling white sword Qi, and streams of sharp sword Qi as thick as a thumb rose toward the sky!

Duan Lang slowly raised the Fire Lin Sword that was burning violently in his hand; a clawing Fire Fire Qilin appeared behind him and raised the most noble head of a divine beast.

Then a flame vortex covered Duan Lang's whole body, and a Fire Fire Qilin composed of red sword Qi with flame attributes poked its head out from the vortex.

Then this Fire Fire Qilin gathered by sword Qi climbed toward the sky step by step; the flames around its body even burned the surrounding air into patches of scorched black.

Huang Ying, Huai Kong, and Po Jun also held their unique weapons at this moment and slashed their desperate blows toward the sky above.

In an instant, a very gorgeous scene appeared over the entire battlefield.

A giant hand like a demon god covered the entire firmament; on the earth, tens of thousands of colorful sword lights shot straight into the sky, gathering toward this giant palm that seemed capable of destroying the earth.

Six thick sword lights with different auras stood like pillars supporting the sky between the giant palm and the earth.

This scene deeply shocked the hearts of both the Turkic soldiers and the men of the Great Tang.

And this scene of theirs would also be buried forever in the deepest part of their hearts.

Following the desperate strike of the six people: Wuming, Wang Jian Chen, Duan Lang, Huai Kong, Po Jun, and Huang Ying, the giant palm that covered the sky and sun really seemed to be blocked.

The trend of extending downward finally stopped gradually.

And on the hand of this giant palm, there were finally wisps of cracks.

Before Wuming and the Seven Martial Arts could be happy, this giant palm turned from a palm into a fist and continued to fall toward the direction where they were.

And the moment it turned into a fist, whether it was the thousands of sword Qi streams summoned by Wuming's Wan Jian Gui Zong or the various attack methods of the Seven Martial Arts.

All turned into nothingness in an instant; especially Wuming's sword Qi, which seemed to be rebounded after touching the fist extending from the vortex in the sky, shooting in all directions.

In an instant, Wuming had once again committed endless slaughter on the battlefield.

Then, in the desperate eyes of Wuming and the Seven Martial Arts, this fist like a god or demon descended upon their heads.

No explosion sound appeared, and no light illuminated the entire sky.

This punch was purely the aesthetics of the flesh; it was just this simple, mountain-like fist that smashed the Seven Martial Arts and Wuming's six people straight into the ground.

After the fist slowly extended back into the vortex in the sky.

The place where the Seven Martial Arts and Wuming had just been directly became a man-made abyss, and a round giant pit in the shape of a fist appeared in everyone's line of sight.

After the blood-colored eyes in the sky saw this scene, they had just revealed a hint of disdain and wanted to continue to destroy the city the Turks were attacking, when they perceived that there were still wisps of aura circulating inside the abyss hit by his fist.

"Hmm?"

With a light sound of doubt spreading from the sky, those blood-colored eyes like the pupils of the god of death gathered their sight into the deep pit again.

It was just that this time, there was no look of contempt in his eyes, but bursts of doubt appeared.

After all, he was very clear that his punch just now, let alone the Seven Martial Arts and Wuming and others, even a person at the peak perfection of the Earth Immortal Heavenly Man realm would inevitably suffer near-death injuries after fully enduring his strike.

But he was very clear about the cultivation of the Seven Martial Arts and others; except for the person who unleashed thousands of sword Qi streams, who had the martial cultivation of just stepping into the Earth Immortal Heavenly Man realm.

The others were either martial artists at the Earth Immortal Mortal realm or martial artists at the Earth Immortal Innate realm.

He looked at Ximen Chuixue as if he were seeing a rising master of the sword.

Then, while those blood-colored eyes were in doubt, the vortexes in the sky actually merged together one after another, and streams of blood-colored lightning paved a blood-colored road as if to welcome someone's arrival.

In the fearful eyes of everyone on the battlefield below, a man who looked like a very rough middle-aged man appeared on this road made of blood-colored lightning and walked down slowly.

This man radiated wild power all over his body, as if he were a leopard always ready to hunt.

As long as anyone had murderous intent toward this man, this man would immediately appear before you and devour you completely!

Just when this man, who radiated immense pressure all over his body, walked to the middle of this blood-red corridor gathered by blood-colored lightning.

He suddenly stopped his footsteps and looked toward the fist-shaped abyss on the ground.

"This shouldn't be."

This rough middle-aged man lowered his head to look at the abyss on the ground; his eyes at this moment were very deep, as if he wanted to see through everything in this world.

In this man's heart, the martial artists of this era were very "fragile," at least much weaker than the martial artists of the era they were in.

And judging by his own martial cultivation at the half-step Earth Immortal Heavenly Immortal realm, that strike just now was absolutely capable of killing them all in this man's heart.

Just when this rough man standing on the blood-colored corridor and looking down at the abyss was still thinking.

In the abyss on the ground, five kinds of light entangled together suddenly erupted.