Volume 10 Chapter 990
Episode 10, Chapter 990
It was Tang Yin who looked at Nie Zhen at this moment. He seemed to be smiling, but when he saw Nie Zhen looking at him in surprise, he nodded slightly. When Nie Zhen saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Tang Yin. Then his face straightened and he turned his attention to the battlefield.
Guang Han heard that the Heavenly Slaughter Ten Thousand Blades he used penetrated the cross-cutting pole of Huangfu's show stage and stabbed directly towards the latter's face. Huangfu Xiutai's face suddenly changed with fright, and he didn't have any extra time to think, so he could only try his best to tilt his head to the side.
sand! The spiritual thorn did not hit his face, but it almost whizzed past his temple, making a deep dent in the spiritual armor on the side of his head. If he had avoided it a little more, Tian Tu Wan would have been killed. The blade would have to penetrate his head.
Although he successfully dodged Guang Hanting's blow, Huangfu Xiutai was still frightened. He no longer dared to use his spiritual martial arts skills at will in front of Guang Hanting, and started a hand-to-hand combat with him.
The elders who were watching the battle saw that Huangfu's show stage was gradually exhausted and the fighting became more and more chaotic. People looked at each other and rushed forward to count people. The fastest one among them was Jin Xuan. She was holding a spiritual sword and stabbed Guang Han Ting's vitals continuously.
Guang Han shouted loudly and waved the Sword King, blocking all Jin Xuan's series of attacks. Before he could take a breath, another elder rushed to him again, and like Jin Xuan, launched a violent attack on him. Such a rush attack.
After once again blocking the elder's attack, Huangfu Xiutai rushed over again.
After the fight, the elders began to use wheel fighting again. Of course Guang Han knew that it would be disadvantageous for him to continue fighting like this, but at this time he couldn't find a way to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and keep fighting.
The battle lasted longer and longer, and Guang Hanting's physical strength became increasingly exhausted. At the end of the battle, he gritted his teeth and resorted to desperate tactics. At this time, Jin Xuan happened to attack continuously in front of him, stabbing his chest with his swords.
Guang Han heard a cold light flashing in his eyes, deliberately showing a weakness, staggering and retreating backwards.
Jin Xuan thought he had an opportunity, so he immediately rushed forward and stabbed Guang Han Ting's throat with his sword. The latter's staggering figure turned sideways with difficulty. Jin Xuan's sword missed his throat, but opened a gash on his shoulder.
Seeing that she had been able to hurt the opponent, Jin Xuan was even more convinced that Guang Hanting had reached the end of her strength, and she drew her sword more urgently and without reservation. Under her continuous strong attacks, Guang Hanting was forced to retreat again and again, and her body was covered with blood. There are also mostly four or five wounds.
Just when Jin Xuan thought he was going to kill Guang Hanting and attacked like crazy, Guang Hanting, who had no power to fight back, suddenly struck her waist with a backhand sword.
The sword came quickly and unexpectedly, and Jin Xuan was unprepared. When she realized something was wrong, the Sword Emperor had already struck her in front of her.
Just when Jin Xuan was about to be chopped into two pieces by the Sword Emperor, Huangfu Xiutai screamed like crazy and rushed forward, hitting Guang Han Ting's body with his head.
There was a muffled sound, and Huangfu Xiutai's head hit Guang Hanting's ribs. Guang Han staggered and took two steps back sideways. The sword emperor who swept out also lost his accuracy and strength, and only opened a small wound on Jin Xuan's lower abdomen.
But looking back at Huangfu's show, the spiritual armor on his head was smashed into pieces, blood flowed down the top of his head and covered his face, and his pale cheeks turned red and white in an instant.
Seeing that he could kill Jin Xuan with one sword, but was accidentally kicked by Huangfu Xiutai, ruining the good thing, Guang Han was filled with hatred and punched Huangfu Xiutai in the chest.
Snapped! This punch was so strong, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though Guang Hanting's spiritual energy is no longer what it used to be, his spiritual armor is still not something Huangfu Xiutai can withstand.
Huangfu, who had been knocked unconscious by the collision, was like a kite with broken strings, flying straight out. After landing, when he looked at him, the spiritual armor on his chest was shattered, blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, and he fainted on the spot.
In this moment, two elders, Huangfu Xiutai and Jin Xuan, were both injured. The other elders were horrified and rushed to the battlefield in unison to besiege Guanghanting.
At this time, the only elder who did not move was Nie Zhen. It was not that he did not want to move, but that he was held back by Tang Yin beside him.
Tang Yin shook his head slightly at him and reminded him in an understated voice: "With one less person, Elder Nie's road to the Holy King will be smoother."
Nie Zhen took a breath when he heard this. Yes, if all the elders and elders of Shenchi died and he was the only one left in the end, then the position of Holy King should be his.
It's just... if all the elders are dead, wouldn't I be a lonely person even if I become the Holy King? What will happen to the Shenchi in the future?
Seeing what Nie Zhen was thinking, Tang Yin looked at the battlefield and said slowly: "Elders can be trained again, but there is only one chance to reach the top of the Holy King. Isn't Elder Nie still unclear about what is more important?"
Nie Zhen's eyes narrowed and he nodded secretly. Tang Yin was right. In order to become the Holy King, he must be ruthless now.
On the battlefield, without the support of the two great elders Huangfu Xiutai and Nie Zhen, Guang Hanting's pressure was greatly reduced. Although there were many other elders, they did not pose a threat to Guang Hanting. big.
Guang Hanting exerted all his strength, the Sword Emperor was in hand, and seven swords flew in all directions. Instead of taking advantage of the large number of people, the elders' space for movement was greatly restricted.
The two sides had fought for only a cup of tea, and two elders had been injured by Zijian and retreated from the battlefield. On the other hand, Guanghan Ting had two more wounds on his body, but it seemed that it had no effect on him at all, and his moves became more fierce and fierce.
In the following battle, several elders were injured and retreated from the battle. When the sun set, only a dozen elders were still fighting on the field.
Now, both Guanghan Ting and the elders have reached their physical limits, and they can still fight only by willpower.
Seeing that the number of elders is decreasing and they are already showing signs of exhaustion, the Sichuan King Xiao Xuan, who was watching the battle, issued an order to replace the elders with his own soldiers.
With the pressure of the Sichuan Army, the elders who had been fighting hard were finally relieved, and they all made a feint and withdrew from the battle.
As soon as the elders retreated, the Sichuan Army began to attack. The Sichuan Army was also an army with rich combat experience and strong combat effectiveness. They were not in a hurry to advance forward. The heavy shields were in front, and the long spears and halberds were behind. They pressed forward from the front and left and right sides of Guanghan Ting.
Guanghan Ting looked around breathlessly, watching the Sichuan Army's encirclement getting smaller and smaller. The heavy shields were like walls, sealing him in the middle.
He snorted coldly, and when the heavy shields in front were about to touch him, the sword king in his hand suddenly swung out.
Crack! In a crisp sound, the heavy shields in front of him were cut off in a row, and the Sichuan Army behind him was also split into two. Guanghan Ting moved forward, slashing and stabbing with the sword king in his hand, killing dozens of Sichuan Army.
At this time, the Sichuan troops on his left and right had already surrounded him, and the shields on both sides trapped him tightly in the middle. Then, the Sichuan soldiers behind him, who were using long spears and long halberds, exerted their strength and stabbed Guanghan Ting's surroundings.
Ding Ding Dang Dang! The crisp sound of iron hitting the spiritual armor was endless. Guanghan Ting roared, and the spiritual pressure burst out instantly. The heavy shield that originally clamped him was shattered by the spiritual pressure. Even the Sichuan troops behind him were shocked and blood rushed out of their noses and mouths, and they died on the spot.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to kill the opponent, Guanghan Ting shot out the sub-swords. Seven sub-swords passed through the crowd of Sichuan troops with a piercing whistle. Wherever the sub-swords passed, blood splashed everywhere, and countless Sichuan troops fell in a pool of blood.
This was a thrilling and extremely difficult battle. The battle started in the morning and it was now evening. Guanghan Ting fought fiercely for a whole day without a moment's rest in the middle, but even so, he was still unstoppable.
The battle continued endlessly. The Sichuan Army soldiers who rushed to the battlefield still fell to the ground in groups under Guanghan Ting's Sword Emperor. Under his feet, the corpses were piled up layer by layer, and the blood gathered together flowed dozens of meters away.
The sky gradually darkened, and some Sichuan generals couldn't bear it anymore, so they suggested to Xiao Xuan to suspend the attack to reduce their casualties. But Xiao Xuan didn't agree.
He knew very well that when his side was resting, Guanghan Ting could also rest. When Guanghan Ting had enough mental and physical strength, the casualties suffered by his side would be greater, so even if he gritted his teeth and persisted, he had to crush Guanghan Ting to death in one breath.
The fierce battle during the day has slowly turned into a night battle. The Sichuan Army soldiers held up torches and kept charging at Guanghan Ting. But people rushed up quickly and fell even faster. In front of the Sword Emperor, a fresh life was as fragile as a piece of paper.
"Guanghan Ting--" A captain of the Sichuan Army roared with red eyes and rushed towards Guanghan Ting like crazy. Almost all of his brothers had been killed or injured by Guanghan Ting's sword.
Guanghan Ting saw the opponent's big knife coming towards him, and he just turned slightly to avoid the opponent's sharp edge. Before the captain put away his knife and attacked again, he rushed out with his sword. A flash of cold light passed by, and the captain didn't even see clearly, his head was chopped off. Guanghan Ting stepped forward, kicked the corpse away, and grabbed the captain's severed head, and threw it towards Xiao Xuan's direction, shouting loudly: "How many ghosts do you have to die? Just send them over!"
Xiao Xuan was hundreds of meters away from Guanghan Ting, but the severed head he threw actually flew over the heads of countless Sichuan soldiers and flew directly to Xiao Xuan's feet.
"Protect the king--" The surrounding Sichuan guards and Sichuan generals were terrified and stepped forward to protect Xiao Xuan.
Xiao Xuan frowned and pushed the people in front of him away. He looked down and saw that it was the severed head of his own soldier wearing a Sichuan helmet.
He gritted his teeth and shouted to the generals on his left and right: "Mobilize the First Army and let the First Army take over. No matter what, we must chop off Guanghan Ting's head!"