Zuo Lengchan had already witnessed the power of the blade light and did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.
He pushed his true qi to its limit and swung his broadsword, unleashing wave after wave of sword qi to fend off the blade light.
In an instant, blade light and sword shadows crisscrossed the field, ringing out with sharp clangs.
Yet Su Chen did not stop. Gripping his blade, he cut through the chaotic mass of blade light and sword shadows.
He slashed fiercely at Zuo Lengchan's shoulder.
Having unleashed dozens of streams of sword qi in one breath, Zuo Lengchan was beginning to run out of strength.
Facing Su Chen's slash, he could only barely raise his broadsword before him to block it.
"Crack!"
The ring-pommel saber collided with the broadsword.
With just one strike, Su Chen's ring-pommel saber cleaved halfway through Zuo Lengchan's broadsword.
Moreover, under the impact of that tremendous clash of power,
Zuo Lengchan's sword hand went numb, the sensation spreading all the way through his right shoulder.
"This..." Zuo Lengchan's pupils contracted as shock surged through his heart.
Su Chen's assault did not pause. Driving his aura, he gripped the saber in his right hand and pressed down with all his strength.
In an instant, the broadsword was forced downward, its edge less than an inch from Zuo Lengchan's neck.
The icy chill raised a layer of goosebumps across Zuo Lengchan's neck.
What incredible strength! Zuo Lengchan's thoughts flashed, and he immediately called for aid.
"Attack now!" he shouted at White Board Fiend.
In truth, there was no need for him to say it. The moment Su Chen made his move, White Board Fiend had already acted.
He roused his aura, strode forward, and launched an attack on Su Chen from the flank.
White Board Fiend thrust out his massive palm, palm force surging as he struck down at Su Chen's crown.
The palm strike came swift and fierce, and Su Chen instinctively wanted to draw back his saber and slash at him.
But how could Zuo Lengchan possibly let such a fine opportunity slip away?
He twisted his broadsword with all his strength, locking the ring-pommel saber firmly in place and denying Su Chen any chance to pull it back for defense.
Left with no alternative, Su Chen could only abandon the ring-pommel saber and swiftly retreat several steps, evading White Board Fiend's demonic palm.
At the sight, Zuo Lengchan was overjoyed. He immediately swung his sword and flung Su Chen's saber aside.
A swordsman without his saber was like a tiger stripped of its fangs and claws. No matter how formidable he was, how much of his strength could he possibly wield?
"I'd like to see just how much strength you can display without your saber." Zuo Lengchan sneered, gripping his broken broadsword as he charged toward Su Chen.
White Board Fiend likewise burst into wild laughter, his hands whirling like windmills as he lunged at Su Chen.
Mo Da, Yue Buqun, Liu Zhengfeng, and Qu Yang were all alarmed by the sight.
"This is bad. Without his saber, how can Mister Su stand against Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend's combined assault?" Mo Da felt unease rise in his heart.
Su Chen's success or failure determined whether they could survive today.
With that thought, Mo Da did not dare delay in the slightest. He stepped forward, preparing to support Su Chen.
Yue Buqun and the other three understood this as well, and they also moved forward together.
However, Yue Hou, Zhong Zhen, and the others from Mount Song were no pushovers either.
Seeing through Mo Da and the others' intentions, the Ten Great Protectors of Mount Song attacked together to intercept them.
The two sides descended into a melee.
Yue Buqun was at the peak of the Minor Grandmaster realm, Mo Da was in the late Minor Grandmaster realm, while Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng were both in the middle Minor Grandmaster realm.
The four of them held the advantage in individual strength.
Though the Ten Great Protectors of Mount Song were all only in the early Minor Grandmaster realm, they had superior numbers.
Furthermore, nearly a hundred elite Mount Song disciples supported them from the sidelines.
Taken together, the two sides were fairly evenly matched.
In fact, Mo Da and the others were even at a disadvantage.
Their attempt at rescue had failed, leaving Mo Da, Liu Zhengfeng, and the other two with no choice but to focus on dealing with Yue Hou and the rest first.
Meanwhile, atop several high points outside Liu Manor,
Xiang Wentian, Ren Yingying, Tong Baixiong, and the other martial artists who had come to watch closely followed the situation.
When they saw that the Mount Song side had two Grandmaster experts, Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend,
everyone was startled.
"With two Grandmasters joining forces, that black-clothed swordsman will likely struggle to withstand them."
Especially after they saw Su Chen's ring-pommel saber leave his hand,
they became even more convinced that Su Chen was doomed.
"Yingying, that swordsman has even lost his saber. He likely cannot escape Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend's encirclement. We should choose someone else to rescue the Cult Master," Xiang Wentian advised Ren Yingying.
Ren Yingying kept her blazing gaze fixed on Su Chen in the field.
She noticed that Su Chen showed no trace of panic, which made her curious.
Could this swordsman have some other method?
Thus, she said, "Uncle Xiang, let's watch a little longer. There may yet be a turn for the better."
Though Xiang Wentian did not believe it, he did not refute Ren Yingying. He nodded and continued to watch patiently.
At that moment, Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend had already joined forces and attacked Su Chen at close range.
Their offensive was ferocious.
With his Grandmaster cultivation, Zuo Lengchan unleashed Mount Song Swordplay.
The Mount Song Swordplay passed down today consisted of the "Outer Eight and Inner Nine," seventeen sets in total, containing every sort of long, short, swift, and slow sword technique.
Zuo Lengchan had compiled these seventeen sword sets from the surviving sword moves within his sect.
He had discarded the dross and retained the essence!
Every sword move in the original swordplay that lacked ruthlessness or grandeur had been altered or removed one by one.
The seventeen sword sets passed down now were all incomparably ruthless techniques.
Like long spears and great halberds sweeping across endless yellow sands, they were broad and forceful, brimming with terrifying killing intent.
In an instant, the space within three feet before Su Chen was filled with surging sword qi.
White Board Fiend's assault was equally terrifying.
As an expert of the unorthodox path, his martial arts differed from ordinary people's.
When attacking enemies, he mostly used palm techniques.
Each palm strike carried gusts of foul-smelling, icy wind.
As the palm wind howled, it sounded like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, chilling the soul.
Facing the joint siege of two Grandmaster experts, Su Chen, who had lost his weapon, showed none of the panic or unease everyone had expected.
A faint, imperceptible smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Since he had dared to abandon his weapon, he naturally had something to rely on.
Earlier, he had used Martial Arts Points to exchange for a ten-cubic-meter System Space and had tested it.
So long as something uncontrolled was within five meters, it could be stored in the System Space.
And now, the ring-pommel saber Zuo Lengchan had flung away happened to be within that five-meter range.
Thus, where no one noticed,
the ring-pommel saber that had been embedded in the ground vanished into thin air.
When it appeared again, it was already in Su Chen's hand.
At this sight, both Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend were stunned.
They had never expected another saber to appear in Su Chen's hand.
Their gazes instinctively flicked to the side, and sure enough, the ring-pommel saber was gone.
A Grandmaster Realm expert could easily use true qi to retrieve objects from a distance.
Both Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend knew this.
That was why they had guarded against Su Chen retrieving the ring-pommel saber from afar from the very beginning.
Yet no matter how carefully they guarded against it, they could never have imagined that Su Chen possessed such a cheating treasure as the System Space.
A swordsman with a saber in hand and a swordsman without one were entirely different concepts.
Now, Su Chen held the ring-pommel saber, true qi surging through his meridians as his aura trembled.
The next second, he directly swung his saber forward.
Second form of the Unmatched Saber Art—Horizontal Wind, Urgent Rain!
The moment this move appeared, it was like a sudden gale and downpour descending beneath a clear sky in broad daylight.
In an instant, explosive blade light surged throughout the space within three feet around Su Chen.
From afar, Su Chen appeared to be enveloped by an enormous sphere of blade light.
Caught off guard, Zuo Lengchan and White Board Fiend charged headlong into the blade light.
At that moment, the two men felt blade light flowing from every direction, leaving them nowhere to evade.
With no other choice, they frantically roused their true qi and chose to endure it head-on.
The sound of clashing metal rang out without end.
Zuo Lengchan's broken broadsword snapped completely. He was then blasted several yards away, his body covered in saber wounds deep enough to reveal bone.
White Board Fiend was in even worse shape, receiving Su Chen's blade light with his bare palms.
By the time he withdrew from the range of blade light, all flesh and blood had already been stripped from his right palm, leaving only stark white bone.
Within a few breaths, offense and defense had completely reversed!
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