Sha! The giant sword stabbed from inside the carriage was slowly retracted. The Sichuan general stood in front of the carriage for several seconds, and then his huge body fell straight on his back, making a muffled sound.
"Ah..." The surrounding Sichuan generals were in an uproar, and people's eyes showed fear invariably, staring directly at the carriage.
Crash! As the curtain of the carriage was raised, a person slowly walked out of it. This man looked to be about forty years old, with a white face and black beard, a majestic appearance, and a vigorous appearance.
Looking at his body, he saw white clothes, white trousers, white boots, and a white brocade robe. He was completely white, and it was so white that it was spotless. Even his boots could not find a trace of dirt.
It wasn't until he stepped out of the carriage that people saw that he was dragging a huge sword in his hand. This sword was five inches wide and six feet long, and the blade was extremely thick. Just by visual inspection, people could feel the strength of this sword.
The weight is probably no less than a hundred kilograms.
But such an incredibly large sword seemed as light as nothing in this man's hand. He didn't know whether it was because he was too strong or because the weight of the sword was not as heavy as it seemed.
After the middle-aged man walked out of the car shed, he stood on the shaft of the car and looked around. Finally, his eyes fell on the body of General Chuan on the ground. He smiled leisurely and murmured to himself: "The light of the fire.
, how dare you dare to compete with the sun and the moon?!"
"Guang Han Ting! He...he is Guang Han Ting!" I don't know which Sichuan general exclaimed first, and everyone else took a breath. It turned out that this person was the famous Holy King of Shenchi - Guang
Han Ting!
That's right, this middle-aged man in white is the master of the Divine Pond, Guang Han heard. If the Sichuan generals hadn't already killed him in front of him, he might still be sitting in the carriage.
In his opinion, the huge crowds of soldiers and generals around him were just a bunch of soldiers and generals, and they were not enough for him to take action. It was a pity that the people below were too unsatisfactory to stop them.
Guang Han listened slowly and raised his gaze, falling on the other dozen Sichuan generals, and said with a smile: "Wait, go back to where you came from. The Holy Land of Shenchi cannot be tolerated by others, otherwise..."
Bang! Halfway through the words, he flipped his wrist, and the giant sword originally dragged behind his back drew an arc in the air, and the sword tip dropped to the ground in front of him. He pointed the tip of the sword at the corpse on the ground and continued: "This
It will be a lesson for you!"
Looking at the towering Guang Hanting, who was filled with the divine aura all over his body, and then looking at the surprisingly large sword in his hand, everyone's hearts trembled, and their feet involuntarily took two steps back.
"We...we can't back down. The king has spoken. He can kill Guanghan's listeners and get promotions. Today is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Brothers, let's work together to kill this thief and share the glory and wealth!"
A general suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted at the top of his lungs.
His words really had an effect. People stopped retreating, gritted their teeth one by one, squinted their eyes, and slowly lifted up the spiritual weapons in their hands.
But none of the generals who charge into battle are desperadoes. In the face of huge interests, they can leave their own wealth and life behind.
People looked at each other, and then slowly dispersed, forming a ring around the carriage, trapping Guang Hanting who was standing on the shaft of the carriage.
More than a dozen Sichuan generals have prepared a siege, and the atmosphere on the field has become extremely tense. People's hearts are in their throats subconsciously, their big eyes are staring at Guang Han, and they are all listening.
I almost forgot to breathe.
On the other hand, Guang Han, who was surrounded in the middle, didn't sound nervous at all. He didn't even put on his spiritual armor. He was standing alone on the shaft of the car so casually, as if nothing happened.
When the strong wind blew in his face, the white brocade robe on his body fluttered, and a few strands of hair floated in the air.
"kill--"
The Sichuan generals all shouted in unison, and then seven of them took the lead in attacking. These seven people jumped up high in unison and rushed towards Guang Han. They were in the air, armed with seven spiritual spears, spiritual knives, and spiritual swords.
It attacked all the vital points of Guang Han Ting's body.
Guang Han still had an indifferent expression, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a vague smile. When seven Sichuan generals had already rushed to him, and various spiritual soldiers were about to get close, Guang Han
Listen finally moved.
He raised the giant sword in his hand, and there was a swish sound. The giant sword seemed to split instantly. Seven sharp blades came out from the sword and flew into the air.
Guanghan Ting didn't see how much energy he had accumulated. He just tapped the shaft of the car with one foot and he jumped up high.
He casually grabbed a sharp blade scattered in the air, and then stabbed it out with his hand. Then without pausing for a moment, he grabbed a second sharp blade and continued to stab it. He followed the same method, and in one breath he scattered seven of the giant sword's blades.
He thrust out all the sharp blades, and then the man fell back onto the shaft of the car.
It sounds slow, but in reality it is surprisingly fast. His series of actions were only completed in an instant, and it did not take even a second together. When he stood back on the carriage, he heard thumping, thumping all around him.
The muffled sounds sounded one after another.
The seven Sichuan generals all fell to the ground, and each of them had a bright sharp blade inserted in their chests, and each one was hit in the same position, located in the heart. Seven people, seven brave men
The Sichuan generals who were good at fighting were all killed on the spot in just one second.
"The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan, but the frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!"
While speaking, Guang Han heard the giant sword in his hand. The sharp blades originally inserted into the seven corpses seemed to have been given life. They all flew out and returned to the giant sword again with a crisp sound of clicking.
on the blade of the sword.
Look at the giant sword again. It is intact, with no cracks to be found. This is the Sword King, and the seven sharp blades it emits are the seven sub-swords, Sword Soul, Sword Soul, Jianli, Sword Heart, Sword
Head, Sword Spirit, Sword Veins.
The remaining Sichuan generals who had not had time to take action were already stunned and frightened. From the beginning to the end, they had been watching eagerly, but what happened, and who were the seven companions on their side?
Everyone could see clearly how he was killed.
They even had the illusion that Guang Hanting was always standing on the shaft of the car and never took any action, but his companion died inexplicably and was killed by the 'magic sword' in Guang Hanting's hand.
Gulu! People swallowed hard. When facing thousands of troops, they dared to charge forward without hesitation, but now they are only facing Guang Han, but they are afraid. The chill is coming from their bones.
Yes, completely out of my control, my calf muscles twisted, and my legs instinctively retreated.
Plop! A frightened Sichuan general did not notice his feet when he was retreating. He was stumbled by a corpse. He couldn't stand and sat down on the ground. Then he screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
He screamed, jumped up from the ground, turned around and ran away.
Guang Han didn't even look at him. He raised the giant sword in his hand casually, and a bolt of lightning shot out. The sub-sword 'Sword Soul' separated from the mother sword and flew out, hitting the Sichuan general in the back. The Sichuan general's
The screams stopped suddenly and the body rolled to the ground.
As if being pulled by an invisible force, the sword soul pulled out of the Sichuan general's vest and flew back to the mother sword.
This is the terrifying thing about the famous sword Sword King. It doesn’t require how advanced the user’s cultivation is. As long as a little spiritual energy is injected into it, it will turn into a unique weapon that kills people invisible. Even if it is not spiritualized, it can break the spirit armor.
It's like cutting a piece of paper.
At this time, the remaining Sichuan generals were completely dumbfounded. They had never seen such a terrifying weapon. It was completely beyond the power of human beings to compete with it. What's more, the person who used it was even more terrifying and unfathomable.
Han Ting.
If their dignity as generals hadn't been supporting them, they would probably have knelt down and begged Guang Han for forgiveness.
I don't know how long it took, but a Sichuan general came to his senses. He took a deep breath and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Even if we die, we can't embarrass the Sichuan army. All brothers in our army, let's charge together.
Fight with Guang Han, this old thief!"
While shouting, the Sichuan general took the lead in charging towards Guang Hanting. The nearby Sichuan army officers and soldiers saw this and were very encouraged. People shouted in unison: "Kill--" With the shout, the huge crowd of Sichuan army officers and soldiers was like a tidal wave.
Generally, people flock to Guanghan.
"Huh!" Guang Han laughed. He raised the giant sword in his hand slightly, and then swung it outwards. With a crash, the giant sword seemed to be broken into pieces, and the seven sub-swords separated from the mother sword.
, scattered into the air like snow flakes, swirling rapidly, and shot out together.
The Sichuan general who just shouted was the first to bear the brunt. When he saw the chaotic blades flying rapidly in front of him, he hurriedly waved his gun to parry. Bang, bang! He blocked the first sword that came, but the spirit gun in his hand was
Unable to withstand the sword emperor's edge.
With a crisp sound, the spiritual spear in Chuan Jiang's hand was cut into two pieces. Zijian's power was not reduced, and it flashed past his neck. Sha! The blade easily tore open his spiritual armor.
, and at the same time opened a three-inch-long opening in his throat.
This was not over yet. Another six swords also passed by him one after another. Each sword left a long gash on his body. When the seven swords flew past him like a whirlwind,
, look at this Sichuan soldier again, he was covered in blood and died on the spot.
After killing the Sichuan general, the seven swords flew straight into the crowd of Sichuan soldiers. Suddenly, screams and wailings broke out. In just the blink of an eye, hundreds of Sichuan soldiers fell.
In a pool of blood.
But for the Sichuan Army, the nightmare was not over yet. The seven swords that flew out swirled in the crowd with a harsh sound of wind, and flew back to Guanghan. Under the extremely sharp sword emperor, the Sichuan Army soldiers
If you stick to it, you will die, if you touch it, you will die. Broken limbs and broken arms are scattered on the ground, and blood flows into rivers. It is terrible to see.
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