Qin Guanghai said with a smile, Your scabbard is already rusty, and your sword will probably be difficult to draw. If a swordsman has no sword, how can he not die?

Su Lianyun said, One look tells me you are not someone who understands swords. A scabbard is just like a person’s outer skin. Can you say that a person who looks delicate, gentle, and refined is definitely a good person?

Qin Guanghai knew that he was using insinuation to curse him, but instead of getting angry, he laughed and said, If you die, I will bury you with my own hands. If I die, you do not need to care.

Qin Guanghai did not get angry because the big battle was about to begin, and getting angry easily reveals flaws. As for why he said Su Lianyun did not need to care, it was because he knew he would never die. The person who died would definitely be Su Lianyun. This was the confidence Qin Guanghai had in every major battle, and luck always favors confident people.

Su Lianyun did not answer again because he was even more confident than Qin Guanghai. Having not sharpened his sword for three years, he still dared to come and fight. Who else in the world possessed such confidence?

With the silence of the two men, the scene became somewhat cold and deathly still. Everyone knew that it was now time for the warm up. Qin Guanghai was the first to rush forward, his silver spear thrusting out along with the whistling wind. In a flash of lightning and rumble of thunder, it stabbed toward Su Lianyun.

Su Lianyun did not even blink. His wrist flipped, and a flash of silver, chilling light immediately appeared in everyone’s line of sight.

Su Lianyun’s sword was held horizontally across his chest. The blade blocked the tip of Qin Guanghai’s spear, and his body drifted backward with the momentum.

Qin Guanghai froze for a second, clearly not expecting that Su Lianyun could draw his sword from a rusty scabbard so quickly, so fast that people could not see how it left the sheath. A second later, he reacted, realizing he could not be distracted, so he stomped both feet on the ground and pursued closely. In this manner, one advanced and one retreated. By the time they retreated over ten meters away, Su Lianyun lightly dodged and swung a strike. Qin Guanghai was not slow either, bringing his spear to block. Each spear strike was faster than the last, and the two men traded over a hundred moves in quick succession.

Although the Soul Breaking Spear of the Qin family was vicious, Qin Guanghai had clearly not mastered it fully. Under Su Lianyun’s continuous attacks, he gradually fell into a disadvantage, beaten to the point where he only had the power to parry but no strength to fight back. Qin Guanghai already felt that he was no match for Su Lianyun. If they continued fighting like this, he would inevitably be heavily injured and completely lose the face of the Qin estate.

Therefore, he fought while retreating, moving toward the crowd of martial arts heroes. The men he brought already understood their master’s intention. They split into left and right groups to attack in twos and threes, one wave falling back as another stepped up. With this rhythmic fighting style, after several rounds of rotation, Su Lianyun clearly felt it becoming increasingly strenuous.

At this moment, the monk from the northern frontier shifted his body and leaped into the air. Bending his fingers like an eagle claw catching a rabbit, he dived straight down. Eight claw shadows attacked Su Lianyun from different directions. Su Lianyun had just cut down two people and recognized that the monk was using his famous ultimate skill, the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon Claw, but it was too late to dodge. Wielding his sword hastily, although he blocked seven claw shadows, he was still struck by the single missed claw shadow. His body flew backward for six or seven meters, and he instantly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Seeing that Su Lianyun was injured, Qin Guanghai knew the time to kill him had arrived. How could he let others claim this fat meat? He flew forward and stabbed his spear from behind Su Lianyun. Su Lianyun felt the killing intent, but it was too late to turn around, and he happened to be stabbed in the ribs by Qin Guanghai’s silver spear. At the same time, Su Lianyun struck a palm with his left hand onto Qin Guanghai’s chest. Qin Guanghai instantly felt as if his internal organs were shattered. A sweet taste rose in his throat, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his body abruptly fell to the ground.

He could not imagine how terrifying Su Lianyun’s internal energy was. Even with a collarbone pierced by his Soul Breaking Spear, he could still strike such a powerful palm.

Su Lianyun tapped his left and right feet, flipped in the air, and landed. He knelt on one knee, using his sword to support himself on the ground. These two hits just now had clearly left him heavily injured.

Having taken this palm strike from Su Lianyun, Qin Guanghai was already burning with rage. He roared loudly, Everyone attack together. Whoever kills Su Lianyun gets a reward of ten thousand ounces of gold.

The immensely wealthy Young Master Qin always kept his word. Ten thousand ounces of gold was enough of a temptation for a vagabond of the martial world, allowing them to drink from big bowls and eat large chunks of meat for several lifetimes.

As a result, the crowd clamored and brandished their weapons, rushing toward Su Lianyun. Su Lianyun reached out to press several of his major acupoints to keep his injuries from worsening.

He gave a loud shout and charged into the crowd. Wherever his sword passed, flesh and blood flew, and severed limbs and broken arms splattered into the air with blood. Almost every sword strike could kill a person. With continuous shouts and endless screams, this was absolute madness, an absolute slaughter. Su Lianyun, whose eyes had turned red from killing, was like a demon from hell, wantonly harvesting the lives of others.

At this moment, Mo Great and Mo Second also drew their swords and charged out, roaring as they rushed toward Su Lianyun. Su Lianyun killed a few more people, his body leaped up, and he kicked Mo Great square in the throat. Mo Great spat blood, his body crashing heavily to the ground.

Watching his older brother get killed, Mo Second roared with rage, brandishing the sword in his hand to slash at Su Lianyun.

Su Lianyun casually stabbed a man to death and threw that person’s corpse toward Mo Second’s sword. Mo Second’s sword slashed into the corpse, and Su Lianyun took the opportunity to slit Mo Second’s throat with his sword. A single strike sealed the throat. Mo Second did not make any sound before his body fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, blood continuously spurting from his throat, and the smell of blood drifted through the air along with the shockwaves. He seemed unable to believe this was real, dying with unclosed eyes.

The people Qin Guanghai brought were instantly dead or injured by more than half. Those who came on their own accord just to make a name for themselves were also mostly wiped out. Even Mo Great and Mo Second had died under Su Lianyun’s sword. Qin Guanghai knew very well that if this continued, the men he brought would not be enough for Su Lianyun to kill at all. He turned his gaze toward the Third Young Master of the Huang family, the Wild Demon Lian Wentian, and the Meng Po of Yin Mountain, who had not yet taken action. They were the true experts.

At this time, the Wild Demon Lian Wentian said softly to the others, In a moment, the monk from the northern frontier and I will clash with him head on. Third Young Master, you guys split left and right to assist me. Meng Po, you wait for an opportunity to strike. The others understood perfectly, knowing it was not yet time to scramble for credit.

The monk from the northern frontier leaped into the air, his claws striking out repeatedly as countless claw shadows hit toward Su Lianyun. Su Lianyun moved his sword in the air, dancing out countless sword shadows to resolve them one by one. Right at the critical moment, the Wild Demon Lian Wentian’s foot also reached Su Lianyun’s side. Su Lianyun had no time to dodge, and the wound on his right shoulder rib where the silver spear had stabbed was hit again by this kick. The acupoints sealing this wound instantly failed, and blood poured out immediately, making the wound shocking to look at.

At this moment, the palms of the Third Young Master of the Huang family and the Meng Po of Yin Mountain also struck Su Lianyun’s left and right ribs. Instantly, the sound of bones breaking echoed in Su Lianyun’s ears, and his entire body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.