Volume 10, Chapter 957

The latest chapter of Sha! The giant sword that stabbed from 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 with a muffled bang.

"Ah..." The Sichuan generals around were in an uproar. People's eyes showed fear at the same time, staring at the carriage.

Crash! As the curtain of the carriage was lifted, a man slowly walked out from inside. This man looked about forty years old, with a white face and black beard, handsome and heroic.

Looking at his body, he was wearing a white shirt, white pants, white boots, and a white brocade robe. He was dressed in white from head to toe, and the white was clear and spotless. Even his boots could not find a single bit of dirt.

It was not until he walked out of the carriage that people saw that he was still dragging a giant 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 that the weight of this sword was probably no less than 100 kilograms.

But such an incredibly large giant sword seemed as light as nothing in this man's hand. It was unknown whether he was too strong or the weight of the giant sword was not as heavy as it looked.

After the middle-aged man walked out of the carriage shed, he stood on the shaft of the carriage, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the body of the Sichuan general on the ground. He smiled leisurely and muttered to himself: "How dare the light of a glowing fire compete with the sun and the moon?!"

"Guanghan Ting! He... He is Guanghan Ting!" I don't know which Sichuan general was the first to exclaim, and the others all took a breath of cold air. It turned out that this person was the famous Holy King of Shenchi - Guanghan Ting!

That's right, this middle-aged man in white is the Lord of Shenchi, Guanghan Ting. If the Sichuan generals had not killed him in front of him, he would probably have to sit in the carriage.

In his opinion, the Sichuan soldiers and generals who were like a sea of ​​people around him were just a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, not enough for him to take action. It's a pity that the people below were too unpromising and failed to stop them.

Guanghan Ting slowly raised his eyes and fell on the other dozen Sichuan generals, smiling and saying: "You all, go back to where you came from. The sacred land of Shenchi cannot be touched by others. Otherwise..."

Bang! Halfway through his words, he turned his wrist, and the giant sword that was originally dragged behind his back drew an arc in the air, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground in front of him. He pointed the tip of the sword at the corpse on the ground and continued: "This will be a lesson for you!"

Looking at Guanghan Ting, who was high above and full of sacred aura, and then looking at the surprisingly large giant sword in his hand, people's hearts trembled at the same time, and their feet couldn't help but take two steps back.

"We... We can't retreat. The king has already said that those who can kill Guanghan Ting will be promoted. Today's opportunity is rare. Brothers, let's work together to kill this thief and share the glory and wealth!"

A Sichuan general suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted at the top of his lungs.

His words really worked. People stopped retreating. They gritted their teeth, squinted their eyes, and slowly raised their spiritual weapons.

All the generals who charged into battle were desperate men. In the face of huge interests, they could throw their lives behind their heads.

People looked at each other, and then slowly dispersed, standing in a circle around the carriage, trapping Guanghan Ting who was standing on the shaft.

More than a dozen Sichuan generals had already set up a siege, and the atmosphere on the field became extremely tense. People's hearts subconsciously rose to their throats, staring at Guanghan Ting with big eyes, almost forgetting to breathe.

On the other hand, Guanghan Ting, who was surrounded in the middle, was not nervous at all. He didn't even cover himself with spiritual armor. He was alone, standing casually on the shaft, as if nothing had happened.

When the gusts of wind blew in his face, his white brocade robe fluttered and made a sound, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the air with the wind.

"Kill——"

The generals of the Sichuan army shouted together, and then seven of them took the lead. These seven people jumped high at the same time and rushed towards Guanghan Ting. While he was in the air, seven spirit spears, spirit knives, and spirit swords attacked Guanghan Ting's vital parts.

Guanghan Ting still had an indifferent expression, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. When the seven Sichuan generals had already rushed to him and all kinds of spirit soldiers were about to get close, Guanghan Ting finally moved.

He raised the giant sword in his hand, and heard a swish. The giant sword seemed to split instantly, and seven sharp blades scattered from the sword body, all thrown into the air.

Guanghan Ting didn't see how he accumulated strength, just lightly tapped the shaft with one foot, and he jumped high.

He grabbed a blade scattered in the air, and then stabbed it back. Without pausing for a moment, he grabbed the second blade and continued to stab it. He did the same thing, stabbing out all seven blades scattered by the giant sword in one breath, and then he fell back to the shaft of the cart.

It sounds slow, but it is surprisingly fast. His series of actions were completed in just a moment, and it took less than a second to add up. When he stood back on the shaft of the cart, he heard a series of muffled sounds around him.

Seven Sichuan generals fell to the ground together, and in their chests, each of them had a shining blade stuck in it, and the position of each person's attack was the same, all in the heart. Seven people, seven brave and warlike Sichuan generals, were not spared in just one second, and all died on the spot.

"How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan, and how can a frog in a well know that there are people outside the sky and people outside the world!"

While speaking, Guang Hanting swung the giant sword in his hand, and the sharp blades that were originally inserted into the seven corpses flew out as if they were given life, and returned to the sword body of the giant sword with a crisp sound of crackling.

Looking at the giant sword again, it was intact, without a single crack. This is the Sword Emperor, and the seven sharp blades it released are the seven sub-swords, Sword Soul, Sword Soul, Sword Li, Sword Heart, Sword Head, Sword Spirit, and Sword Vein.

The remaining Chuan generals who had not yet had time to attack were now stunned and frightened. From beginning to end, they had been watching eagerly, but everyone saw clearly what happened and how their seven companions were killed.

They even had an illusion that Guang Hanting had always been standing on the shaft of the cart and had never attacked, but their companions died inexplicably, killed by the "magic sword" in Guang Hanting's hand.

Gulu! People swallowed their saliva with difficulty. When facing thousands of troops, they dared to charge forward without hesitation, but now they were afraid of Guanghanting, who was the only one facing them. The chill came from their bones and was completely out of their control. Their calves were cramped and their legs instinctively retreated.

Plop! A soul-destroying Sichuan general did not pay attention to his feet when he retreated, and was tripped by a corpse. He could not stand up and sat on the ground. Then he screamed as if he saw a ghost, jumped up from the ground and turned around to run.

Guanghanting did not even look at him. He casually raised the giant sword in his hand, and a flash of lightning shot out. The sub-sword "Sword Soul" broke away from the mother sword and flew out, hitting the back of the Sichuan general. The Sichuan general's cry stopped abruptly, and his body rolled on the ground.

The sword soul retreated from the Sichuan general's vest as if being pulled by an invisible force, and flew back to the sword of the mother sword.

This is the terrifying part of the famous sword Emperor. It doesn't matter how high the user's cultivation is. As long as it is slightly injected with spiritual energy, it will become a unique weapon that kills people invisibly. Even if it is not spiritualized, breaking the spiritual armor is like cutting paper.

At this moment, the remaining Sichuan generals were completely dumbfounded. They had never seen such a terrible weapon. It was completely beyond human power to contend with it. Moreover, it was used by Guanghan Ting, who was even more terrifying and unfathomable.

If it weren't for the dignity of being a general still supporting them, they would probably kneel down and beg Guanghan Ting for forgiveness at this time.

It was unknown how long it took before a Sichuan general came to his senses. He took a deep breath and screamed hoarsely: "Even if we die, we can't bring shame to the Sichuan Army. All our brothers in the army, let's charge together and fight Guanghan Ting, the old thief!"

While shouting, the Sichuan general took the lead in charging towards Guanghan Ting. Seeing this, the Sichuan Army soldiers nearby were quite encouraged. They shouted in unison: "Kill——" With the shout, the huge crowd of Sichuan Army soldiers rushed towards Guanghan Ting like a tide.

"Humph!" Guanghan Ting snorted and laughed. He raised the giant sword in his hand slightly, and then swung it outward fiercely. The giant sword seemed to break apart. Seven sub-swords broke away from the mother sword and scattered into the air like snowflakes, spinning rapidly and shooting out together.

The Sichuan general who had just shouted was the first to bear the brunt. Seeing the rapidly flying blades in front of him, he hurriedly waved his spear to parry. Clang, snap! He blocked the first sub-sword that shot at him, but the spirit spear in his hand could not withstand the sharp edge of the Sword Emperor.

With a crisp sound, the spirit spear in the Sichuan general's hand was cut into two pieces, and the sub-swords did not slow down and flashed past his neck. Sand! The sword easily tore through his spiritual armor and opened a three-inch-long cut on his throat.

This was not the end. The other six swords also passed by him one after another. Each sword left a long cut on his body. When the seven swords flew past like a whirlwind, the Sichuan Army soldier was covered in blood and died on the spot.

After the seven swords killed the Sichuan general, they flew straight into the crowd of Sichuan soldiers. For a moment, screams and wails were heard everywhere. In just a blink of an eye, more than a hundred Sichuan soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

But for the Sichuan Army, the nightmare was not over yet. The seven swords flew out and swirled in the crowd with a sharp sound of wind, and flew back to Guanghan. Under the extremely sharp sword emperor, the Sichuan soldiers died if they were stuck, and died if they were touched. The broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, and the blood flowed like a river, which was horrible.