Chapter 1844

Sand! The huge sword stabbed from the carriage slowly drew back. The general stood in front of the carriage for several seconds. Then his huge body fell on his back straight and made a dull sound.

"Ah", the generals around him were in an uproar. People's eyes showed the same color of panic, staring directly at the carriage.

Crash! As the curtain of the carriage was lifted up, a man came out of it slowly. He looked about forty years old. He had a white face and a black beard. He was handsome and vigorous.

Looking at his body, he had white clothes, white trousers, white boots and white robes. His whole body was white, and white and spotless. Even his boots could not find any dirt.

It was not until he got out of the carriage that he was still carrying a huge sword. This sword is five inches wide and six feet long, and its body is very thick. It can be felt by visual inspection that the weight of this sword is not less than 100 Jin.

But such a huge sword, which was so big and incredible, was as light as nothing in this man's hand. I don't know whether his strength is too great or whether the weight of the sword is not as heavy as it seems.

After coming out of the shed, the middle-aged man stood on the shaft and looked around him. Finally, his eyes fell on the corpse of Chuanjiang on the ground. With a leisurely smile, he muttered to himself, "how dare you compete with the sun and the moon with the light of the fire"

"Guanghan listen! He is Guanghan I don't know which Sichuan will be the first to cry out, and the rest of the people are the same to take a cold breath. It turns out that this man is the famous holy king of Shenchi, Guanghan!

Yes, this middle-aged man in white is the master of the holy pool. Guanghan listens. If it was not for the generals who had been killed in front of him, he would have to sit in the carriage.

In his opinion, the soldiers and generals around him were just a group of soldiers, not enough for him. It's a pity that the people below are too frustrated to stop them.

Hearing this, Guanghan slowly raised his eyes and fell on the other ten Sichuan generals. He said with a smile, "wait, where you come from, you can go back to the holy land. You can't let other people touch you, otherwise"

bang! In the middle of the conversation, his wrist turned and the sword, which had been dragged behind him, made an arc in the air, and the tip of the sword fell on the ground in front of him. He pointed to the corpse on the ground with the tip of his sword and continued, "this will be a lesson for you."

Looking at Guanghan, who was high above and full of holy breath all over his body, and looking at the huge sword in his hand, people's hearts trembled at the same time, and they could not help but step back two steps.

"We can't shrink back. The king has already said that he can kill the listener of Guanghan and add an official position to the rank. Today's opportunity is once in a blue moon. Brothers, let's kill this thief and share our glory and wealth."

A Chuan will suppress the fear in his heart and roar at the top of his voice.

His words really had an effect. People stopped shrinking back, gritted their teeth one by one, narrowed their eyes, and slowly lifted up the spirit soldiers in their hands.

However, the generals who are fighting are not Desperado. In the face of huge interests, they can put their lives behind them.

People looked at each other, and then, slowly spread out, standing around the carriage in a circle, trapping Guanghan on the shaft.

More than a dozen Sichuan generals have already set up a siege, and the atmosphere on the field has become extremely tense. People's heart subconsciously mentions the throat, the big eye stares at the small eye, stares at the wide cold to listen closely, almost forgot to breathe.

On the contrary, Guanghan, who was surrounded in the middle, was not nervous at all. He didn't even put on a spiritual armor. He stood alone at the shaft of the car as if nothing had happened.

When the gusts of strong wind blowing past, his white robe flapped, his movement ring, a few wisps of hair floating in the air with the wind.

Then, seven of them took the lead in the fight. They jumped up and rushed to Guanghan. When they were in the air, seven spears, swords and swords attacked Guanghan's whole body.

The broad cold listens to still be a pair of indifferent expression, just the corner of the mouth rises slightly, show a specious smile. When the seven generals of Sichuan had already rushed to him and all kinds of spirit soldiers were about to get close, Guanghan finally moved.

When he picked up the huge sword in his hand, he heard a Shua. The sword seemed to split in an instant. Seven sharp blades were scattered from the sword, and they were all thrown into the air.

Also did not see how Guanghan listen to how to store force, only one foot light on the shaft, people have jumped high.

He grabbed a sharp blade that was scattered in the air, and then stabbed it back. Without a moment's pause, he seized the second blade and continued to stab in. He did the same, stabbing out all the seven blades of the giant sword at one breath, and then the man fell back to the shaft.

Speaking slowly, the real one is surprisingly fast. His series of actions were only completed in a flash, without taking a second to add up. When he stood back at the shaft, he heard the thump and thump around him.

Seven Sichuan generals fell to the ground, and in their chest, each inserted a bright blade, and each of them was in the same position, all located in the heart. Seven people, seven brave generals of Sichuan, were killed on the spot in a short second."A bird knows the ambition of a swan, but a frog in a well knows that there is a heaven in the sky and there are people outside of people!"

As he spoke, Guanghan listened to the huge sword in his hand, and the sharp blades that had been inserted on the seven corpses flew out together as if they had been endowed with life. With the click and click sound, they returned to the body of the giant sword again.

If you look at the huge sword, it is as good as it was before. There is no crack in it. This is the sword emperor. The seven sharp blades it spreads out are just seven sub swords, the soul of the sword, the soul of the sword, the separation of the sword, the heart of the sword, the head of the sword, the spirit of the sword and the vein of the sword.

The remaining Sichuan generals, who had not yet had time to do so, were stunned and stupefied. From the beginning to the end, they had been watching eagerly, but they could see clearly what had happened and how their seven companions were killed.

Even they had a delusion that Guanghan had always stood on the shaft and had never played a hand at all, but his companion died inexplicably and was killed by the "magic sword" in his hand.

Gollum! People took a hard swallow. In the face of thousands of troops, they dare not hesitate to rush to kill them, but now they only listen to one person in Guanghan, but they are afraid. The cold is born from the bone, completely out of their control, legs and stomach turn muscle, legs instinctively retreat.

Plop! A dejected Sichuan general didn't notice his feet when he retreated. He was tripped by a corpse. He couldn't stand and sat on the ground. Then he screamed like a ghost. He jumped up from the ground and ran away.

Guanghan didn't even look at him. The huge sword in his hand swung out at will, and an electric light was emitted. The "sword soul" of the son sword broke away from the mother sword and flew out, hitting the back of the famous Sichuan general. The cry of Sichuan general stopped suddenly, and the body rolled to the ground.

The soul of the sword seemed to be drawn by an invisible force. He retreated from the vest of Mingchuan general and flew back to the sword of his mother sword.

This is the terrible part of the famous sword emperor. It doesn't need how advanced the user's cultivation is. As long as you inject a little aura into it, it will kill people in the invisible world. Even if it is not smart, breaking the spirit armor is like cutting a piece of paper.

This time, the remaining Sichuan will be completely stupid. They have never seen such a terrible weapon. It is totally beyond human power to compete with it. What's more, it is still more terrible and unfathomable.

If it was not for the dignity of generals that still supported them, at this time, they would all have to kneel down and beg for forgiveness from Guanghan.

I don't know how long after that, a Sichuan general came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and screamed: "even if we die, we can't disgrace the Sichuan army. All our brothers, let's rush together and fight with Guanghan, the old thief!"

Between the shouts, the Sichuan will take the lead to fight against Guanghan. Seeing this, the officers and men of the Sichuan army nearby were quite encouraged. People yelled in unison: "kill". With a shout, the soldiers and soldiers of the Sichuan army rushed to Guanghan like a tide.

"Hum!" When Guanghan heard the sound of hum and smile, he lifted the huge sword in his hand a little, and then swung it outwards violently. It was as if the giant sword had broken. The seven sub swords separated from the mother sword and scattered into the air like snow flakes. They whirled and shot out together.

The Sichuan general who just called out was the first to bear the brunt. Seeing the disorderly blade flying rapidly in front of him, he quickly waved his gun to parry. Clatter, clatter! He blocked the first sword, but the spear in his hand could not resist the sword emperor's edge.

In a crisp sound, Chuan's spear in his hand was cut into two pieces, and Zijian was not reduced, and flashed from his neck. Sand! The blade easily tore open his armour and opened a three inch slit in his throat.

This is not over. The other six Zijian also passed around him one after another. Each of them left a long hole in his body. When the seven Zijian flew like a whirlwind, he was covered with blood and was killed on the spot.

After killing the general, the seven swords flew straight into the crowd of the Sichuan army. For a moment, there were screams and wails. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Sichuan soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

However, for the Sichuan army, the nightmare is not over yet. The seven swords flying out with the piercing sound of the wind whirled in the crowd and flew back to Guanghan. Under the extremely sharp sword emperor, the soldiers and soldiers of Sichuan army will die when they stick to it, and they will die when they encounter each other. The broken limbs and arms are scattered all over the ground, and the blood flows into a river, which is terrible to see.

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