Chapter 810

Though Bald Lion was saving him, this display had instead put him at a disadvantage.

Watching the Spirit-Severing Sword come at him again, Sanzi steeled his heart and stopped dodging.

With a great shout, he snapped the black-iron umbrella open and shut, gathered his true qi throughout his body, and smashed it toward the Spirit-Severing Sword.

613 What fist art is this?

Sanzi reckoned that with his Grandmaster-level strength, even if the Spirit-Severing Sword had some peculiarities—

—under a full-force head-on clash, he would at most take a minor wound, and would surely break this strange sword stance.

Just as he was certain of victory, Gua Ge Luo suddenly cried out in alarm,

"Not good! Bald Lion, Sanzi, be careful!"

Bald Lion was at that very moment locking down the Sun-Moon Sword, preparing to seize this precious blade.

Sanzi was going all-out, swearing to use brute force to break skill and shatter the Spirit-Severing Sword's stance.

At this moment, Gua Ge Luo's sudden cry of alarm struck both of them as odd.

The situation was looking great—what was there to be careful about?

Whoosh!

Just then, a clear sword-howl rang out, and the Sun-Moon Sword that Bald Lion had been locking down to seize—

—suddenly split apart in midair.

Mu Lang, smiling brightly, held in his hand a somewhat shorter precious sword—no one knew when he had drawn it.

Giving Bald Lion no time to react, he immediately launched his signature Tianshan Sword Art.

The Tianshan Sword Art originated from the extraordinary knight-errant Zhang Danfeng; founded on the Mysterious Art Essentials, it drew on the strengths of many schools, balanced offense and defense, and comprised an impressive three hundred and sixty-one moves.

Over the years, through the efforts of Tianshan's various branch disciples, this sword art—though not widely famed—truly held unfathomable, spirit-like wonders in this land beyond the pale.

Mu Lang's mind was pure, and he had learned virtually every one of those three hundred and sixty-one moves of the Tianshan Sword Art.

Now, with this short sword in hand, he set this sword art—as vast and complex as a starry sky—into motion.

Bald Lion had planned to lock down the Sun-Moon Sword and had nearly taken it into his hand, thinking Mu Lang's strength had greatly diminished.

In his mind, he pictured himself soon wielding the Li Li Feilong Shield in one hand and the precious sword in the other.

Beating this young swordsman Mu Lang until he cried for his father and mother.

Who could have imagined that the Sun-Moon Sword would split in two, and that Mu Lang, wielding the short sword, would display such exquisite swordsmanship.

Caught completely off guard, Bald Lion was beaten into nearly fleeing with his tail between his legs.

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen thrusts passed, and Bald Lion was not only covered in wounds—

—Mu Lang had also seized the moment, flicked his sword at Bald Lion's wrist, and knocked both the Li Li Feilong Shield and the Sun-Moon Sword to the ground.

Then Mu Lang stamped his foot, and the long half of the Sun-Moon Sword leapt from the ground straight into his palm.

With both swords in hand, Mu Lang was like a tiger given wings.

In just a few more moves, this Bald Lion would become a dead lion.

At the same time, Sanzi, who was clashing head-on with the Spirit-Severing Sword, had also run into trouble.

He had thought that with his Grandmaster-level strength, though the Spirit-Severing Sword's stance was fierce, Han Zhibang's own cultivation was slight, and he would ultimately break through.

But after Gua Ge Luo's shout, he also heard the anguished cry from Bald Lion behind him.

For a moment, his mind grew somewhat disordered.

He wanted to turn back to check on Bald Lion, but the Spirit-Severing Sword had already come crashing down atop his head like Mount Tai bearing down.

In his haste, Sanzi could only gather seventy percent of his power and strike at the Spirit-Severing Sword with everything he had.

Rumble rumble rumble…

When the Spirit-Severing Sword and the black-iron umbrella collided, a thunderous roar erupted.

Sanzi felt a tremendous force, like a landslide and tidal wave, bearing down on him.

The force was so great it nearly crushed the breath out of him.

"Quick! Save them—don't wait!"

Gua Ge Luo was no longer composed; Sanzi had suffered a hidden loss, and Bald Lion had immediately fallen into a disadvantage.

If they didn't rescue them now and the two died here, Fenghuo Liancheng would not let her off either.

At once she brandished her curved blade and charged in first.

Behind her, the remaining twelve generals no longer watched the show and rushed forward in a swarm.

Each of the twelve generals was not to be underestimated; now with seven going out together, their momentum was uncanny.

Liu Jingyi had been rescuing the villagers of Wu Zhuang, but now he saw the Nine Great Generals about to gang up on Han Zhibang and Mu Lang.

Wu Yuanying and Xin Longzi were too busy with their own troubles.

Yang Yuncong, Chu Zhaonan, and Fu Qingzhu had been missing for a long time.

Liu Jingyi's heart stirred; he could only let the Wu Zhuang experts take over the rescue, then rushed over here without a second thought.

Setting aside that Han Zhibang was originally from Wu Zhuang, the two were rescuing Wu Zhuang—that alone was enough.

Liu Jingyi was a man who put righteousness first—how could he sit idly by while nine top experts ganged up on the two?

Charging over at full speed, he could not help but gather his true qi and let out a fierce, clear howl.

This clear howl was just like a fierce tiger roaring through the mountain forest.

Its volume was vast, shaking a hundred li.

The evil-path cultivators nearby were stunned rigid on the spot by this sudden clear howl.

Even those farther away felt a startled pounding in their hearts, finding it utterly inexplicable.

Since when did this lord of Wu Zhuang possess such strength?

For a moment, these evil-path cultivators instinctively dared not block Liu Jingyi's path.

Letting Liu Jingyi charge straight in, swiftly slashing toward this direction.

"Good heavens, Liu Jingyi—how could he possess such strength?"

Thanks to Gua Ge Luo's timely rescue, the Bald Lion barely avoided becoming a dead lion.

Yet among the Nine Great Generals, the Bald Lion suffered serious injuries, and the Umbrella Man had his lungs and organs wounded by the She Shen Sword.

Of the so-called Twelve Great Generals, only seven still retain combat capability.

They also feared Mu Lang's exquisite swordplay and the She Shen Sword's unmatched power.

For now, they cannot defeat Mu Lang or Han Zhibang.

Seeing Liu Jingyi swiftly approaching, Gua Ge Luo pondered for a moment, about to send two generals to block him.

A great blade descended from the sky, slashing out a Ning Daoqi with lightning speed toward Liu Jingyi.

In the Outer Lands, cultivation progress is restricted.

Also, due to the scarcity of heavenly and earthly Qi, even at the peerless level, one struggles to draw much heavenly and earthly Qi.

The Ning Daoqi before them clearly drew in some heavenly and earthly Qi.

Clearly, the blade's master possesses formidable strength, even within the Great Qing.

Liu Jingyi roared, stepped on the Seven Stars, and unleashed a furious punch.

"Hah!"

The punch's tip blazed as it collided with the Ning Daoqi midair.

The heavenly and earthly Qi within the Ning Daoqi was shattered outright beneath Liu Jingyi's punch.

Without heavenly and earthly Qi, the Ning Daoqi naturally faded away.

"Good! Liu Jingyi—what fist art is that?"

At that moment, Feng Huo Liancheng's figure slowly appeared, holding the great blade, sneering at Liu Jingyi.

In truth, Feng Huo Liancheng's true strength had already brushed against the threshold of the peerless level.

He was half-step peerless!

Liu Jingyi's cultivation was inferior to Feng Huo Liancheng's.

Moreover, Liu Jingyi lacked a treasure sword like Mu Lang or Han Zhibang.

Thus, Feng Huo Liancheng was confident he could easily subdue Liu Jingyi.

"You are Feng Huo Liancheng?"

With Feng Huo Liancheng's appearance, both ordinary evil cultivators and the Nine Great Generals showed joy and reverence.

Liu Jingyi guessed his identity at once.

"Indeed!"