The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Xuanmingzi's face was filled with disbelief, and his palms were charred black and emitting blue smoke.

In that collision just now, his Xuanming Cold Qi was completely dissolved by the boy's Nine Yang True Qi, like boiling water poured on snow.

Even though he clearly had the upper hand, why was the boy completely unharmed?

Instead, he got hurt.

"Xuanming, your technique isn't working!"

Yang Guo smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

This person's internal energy is extremely Yin, but this Yin is not the same as the Nine Yin Manual.

For someone like Xuanmingzi, this chilling energy had become poisonous.

What kind of body can withstand such torment?

Just like Li Mochou's Five Poison Palm, this is why Yang Guo insisted on crippling her.

It's not just poison, it's the kind that's terminally ill.

If you encounter someone weaker than yourself, you can naturally cut the Gordian knot quickly.

However, Yang Guo's internal strength was already not far from that of Xuanmingzi, and his Nine Yang Technique's endurance and recovery ability far surpassed Xuanmingzi's.

In this all-out battle, Yang Guo naturally saw through the flaws in the man's technique at a glance.

"Again!"

Yang Guo growled.

Nine Yang, carrying the dragon and elephant, with fist wind wrapped in fierce wind, aimed straight at Xuanming's face.

This punch was more powerful, faster, and more ruthless than the previous one.

"Boy, you think you can win just by having internal energy counteracting each other?"

"Today I'll show you my special skills."

Xuanmingzi knew that if he couldn't finish the battle quickly, he would probably die at the hands of his own cold power.

He unleashed both palms simultaneously, the wind from his palms as fierce as the winds of the deepest hell, colliding violently with Yang Guo's fist force.

Each palm strike seemed to carry a hint of blue light, piercing towards Yang Guo's fists.

Yang Guo refused to give an inch.

But every time I touched him, it felt like being pricked by ice needles.

His body was visibly covered with a layer of ice crystals.

He was feeling very unwell.

But Xuanmingzi is the same.

What kind of superhuman strength does this boy possess?

The inner energy is like the sea, unfathomable.

Every punch was aimed at killing.

He had to resist the invasion of Yang energy while also using the Xuanming Thorn to defeat the enemy.

I really feel old.

Yang Guo, however, refused to believe in superstition and his moves became faster and faster as the fight progressed.

The more they fought, the more varied their moves became, until finally, slowly, they used finger strikes against finger thrusts.

However, Yang Guo's pure yang power became increasingly soft, even though it was originally an internal force that could be unleashed in a single moment.

He actually used a light drizzle, but it only made the heat worse.

Xuanmingzi felt as if his palms were burning.

"Xuanming, today is your death day."

Yang Guo hardened his resolve, gathered his inner strength, and poured it into his little finger.

As the Nine Yang circulates, it gradually acquires the power of the Nine Yin.

The old man felt a chill enter his body, which Yang Guo deliberately guided, and under his fusion of the extreme yang of the Nine Yang and the extreme yin of the Nine Yin.

It unexpectedly released a wisp of coldness that resembled neither a sword nor qi.

"not good!"

The more Xuanmingzi attacked, the stranger the boy's internal energy became.

I just felt that I had suppressed the boy's yang energy.

But why does the true energy emanating from this young man make him feel cold and shiver?

He didn't know.

Yang Guo borrowed his Xuanming Qi to forge the Zhiyin Sword.

He had previously used the Nine Suns as a base to forge the Sun Sword.

The original plan was to forge the Supreme Yin Sword using the Nine Yin Manual.

However, the Nine Yin Manual is a true Taoist scripture, a glorious path. The yin and softness of the Nine Yin Manual does not mean coldness and sealing.

Rather, it is the gentleness that is ever-renewing.

It signifies inclusiveness.

Now, thanks to the old man's extreme cold, he actually comprehended this layer of the Nine Yin Manual's meaning.

The chill was amplified by his compatibility with the Nine Yin Manual.

"Xuanming, you probably stole this technique from me, didn't you?"

Yang Guo's Yin Swords were so powerful that they could penetrate any opening, and wherever the sword energy passed, frost would freeze, freezing the flow of qi and blood and internal energy.

Just a moment ago, the heat was intense.

But in the blink of an eye, only a chill permeated the air.

"That's... impossible!"

Xuanmingzi was terrified. Overwhelmed by the chill, he lost his composure and was struck by Yang Guo's finger, causing him to cough up blood and retreat.

Wherever the fingertip reached, white mist instantly enveloped the entire body.

The old man pressed several acupoints to stop the cold from entering the body.

Yang Guo was also greatly depleted of his internal energy at this moment, so he quickly activated the nameless skill to repair his dried-up meridians.

Xuanming's face turned ashen: "Such a young age, yet your martial arts are so astonishing. You cannot be allowed to live, you cannot be allowed to live!"

Xuanmingzi roared.

His already gray hair, which was gradually turning gray from being covered in frost, instantly turned completely white.

An even more intense chilling intent erupted, threatening to annihilate all things in the world.

Those martial arts practitioners retreated again and again, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

This old man is going to fight desperately!

Yang Guo, fully prepared, said disdainfully:

"Xuanming, today is the day your life ends."

Yang Guo gathered his strength to unleash the Sun Sword, and the scorching heat that could destroy everything was once again concentrated.

Yang Guo was eager to know what it would be like if the true yang and yin energies erupted together within Xuanming's body!

Will I become a human torch or an ice sculpture?

Yang Guo was very much looking forward to it.

At this moment, Xuanmingzi's hair and beard had turned completely white, and his face was pale and cold, like that of a dead man.

His white hair flew wildly, and the surrounding cold air seemed to resemble a white snake spitting its tongue.

It lingers, chilling one to the bone.

Xuanmingzi coldly said, "Yang Guo, you have every right to be proud of dying under my Netherworld Devourer."

Xuanmingzi stretched out his hands and clasped them together. Then, he slowly opened his palms, and a chilling aura that seemed to reach the deepest hell rushed towards Yang Guo, threatening to devour everything.

Yang Guo roared, and with his will, his true energy surged forth like the blazing sun in the sky. The pure light and heat collided violently with the utterly silent cold.

The battlefield was a vast expanse of white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Only the hissing sound continued.

Some onlookers, seeing a lull in the fighting, wanted to join the fray.

"howl!"

One of the man's legs was bright red, and the other was pale.

If it weren't for the quick thinking of those around him pulling him back, he would have been dragged back.

I'm afraid her legs will melt away.

"This...this...is your leg ruined?"

Everyone was horrified.

At that moment, a furious voice rang out: "Yang Guo! You will die today! If it weren't for your Nine Yang Divine Skill's ability to counter me, how could you possibly be my match?"

"Tsk tsk, so be it if you die. Anyway, Shaolin can't escape, so why should I worry about not getting the divine skill? Hahaha, cough cough."

The laughter gradually faded into the distance.

Yang Guo stood amidst the white mist, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The old man opened his palm and it seemed as if the chilling aura of the deepest hell had been summoned and directly engulfed him.

Even with his Nine Yangs Protection Technique, he couldn't withstand it.

Moreover, he was using the Sun Sword at full power.

At that moment, he felt completely stiff, unable to utter a single word, his tongue trembling.

But the old man was still able to escape.

It seems that Xuanmingzi doesn't intend to fight him to the death. If he stays, he might not be able to withstand this group of martial artists in his current state.

So before leaving, he even revealed Yang Guo's identity to attract the attention of others.

Yang Guo dared not relax for a moment and desperately circulated his internal energy to recover his strength.

It would be perfectly normal for these profit-driven江湖人 (jianghu people, people from all walks of life) to kick someone when they're down.

"Yang Guo? That young man is Yang Guo?"

"Nine Suns?"

"Yes, yes, the age matches, and the martial arts skills match too."

The expressions on everyone's faces were uncertain.

But the lessons learned from those who had just stepped onto the battlefield were still echoing in their cries of despair.

For a moment, everyone was caught in a dilemma.

"Young Master Yang, are you alright? I have some miraculous healing medicine that can help you recover."

Someone shouted loudly, seemingly expressing genuine emotion.

There was only silence beneath the white mist in the arena.

The crowd tacitly dispersed and slowly surrounded them.

Finally, someone couldn't wait any longer, gathered all their inner strength, and rushed straight into the white mist.

Once there's one, there's bound to be a second.

In the blink of an eye, the white mist was dispersed.

Apart from the two pools of blood facing each other in the field, there was only an empty carriage.