Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

Despite seeing the mockery in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, Yang Guo still pointed his finger out.

The arrow is on the string, and it must be released.

Besides, he no longer had the strength to dodge.

"bite".

This finger struck precisely on the spine of Zhao Zhijing's sword.

The mockery in Zhao Zhijing's eyes intensified. His sword strike was a defensive move from the Quanzhen Sect's "Seven Stars Gathering," and the blade was infused with all his internal energy, making it as solid as a rock.

Yang Guo was already at his limit; to him, this finger strike was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree, courting death.

"Break!"

Zhao Zhijing flicked his wrist, attempting to use the recoil from the sword to shatter Yang Guo's fingers.

However, at the very moment the two forces collided, Zhao Zhijing's face froze.

A domineering force rebounded along the sword. This force was incredibly fierce, like a blazing sun.

It was the "penetrating force" unique to the seventh level of the One Finger Divine Skill that exploded from the inside.

Zhao Zhijing felt a violent tremor in his hand, and he almost lost his grip on the sword hilt.

Immediately afterwards, the longsword, forged from fine steel, developed mottled cracks on its blade.

The longsword wailed.

Clearly, the internal structure had collapsed. It was only because Yang Guo was at his last gasp that the sword was damaged; if it had been intact, it would have shattered into seven or eight pieces immediately.

"What...what kind of kung fu is this?"

Zhao Zhijing was utterly astonished. He never imagined that Yang Guo had mastered such a powerful martial art.

But he was, after all, the most outstanding among the three generations of disciples, and had rich experience in combat.

The shock was fleeting; the next moment, the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

The sword is destroyed, but the person remains.

"You little beast, die!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the longsword was blocked, Zhao Zhijing transformed his left hand into a palm, channeled all his inner strength, and struck down on Yang Guo's crown.

This palm strike is called "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top," a unique technique in the Quanzhen Palm School. At this moment, the two were only a foot apart. Yang Guo's old strength was exhausted, and new strength had not yet been generated. In addition, the previous finger strike had depleted all his energy and spirit. At this moment, he had no way to avoid it.

The palm strike pressed down, making Yang Guo's face sting and even making it difficult to breathe.

It’s over.

This time they really messed up.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in Yang Guo's heart.

It was as if he could see the King of Hell beckoning to him.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have pretended to be a gentleman. I should have just made it a fait accompli. Now that I'm dead, who knows which bastard will benefit from Sister Long's death."

"Sister Rong... I'm afraid it will be difficult to appreciate her work again in the future..."

Yang Guo closed his eyes in despair.

Goodbye, my colorful world.

Goodbye, my beautiful sisters.

……

"Bang!"

A muffled thud suddenly sounded in my ear.

The surrounding noise disappeared instantly.

Yang Guo was puzzled, and then he heard a chorus of swallowing sounds.

At the same time, I also caught a very faint fragrance.

This taste...

Yang Guo suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a figure dressed in white, as pure as snow.

The white-clad figure stood just half a foot in front of him, blocking all the murderous intent and the storm.

"Dragon... Sister Dragon?" Yang Guo's eyes welled up with tears, and he called out subconsciously.

Standing in front of him was Xiaolongnu.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu's hand was still in the gesture of waving her sleeve. That hand was as white as jade, with slender and long fingers, and a ribbon was sticking out from the cuff, with a small ball wrapped around the end.

But she was three zhang away.

Zhao Zhijing's face was deathly pale, his chest heaved violently, and his left hand trembled uncontrollably, with a red and swollen patch on his palm.

Clearly, the white-clad woman had effortlessly parried that seemingly fatal blow.

Who are you?

Zhao Zhijing suppressed the surging blood and qi within him and demanded an answer in a stern voice.

Xiaolongnu ignored him, not even glancing at Zhao Zhijing.

She stood there quietly, her white robes fluttering gently in the breeze, her long hair cascading down her back, her skin as white as snow. Her face was serene and otherworldly, devoid of any expression, like a celestial being from the heavens, untouched by worldly concerns, who had strayed into this corrupt mortal realm.

nice.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

The hundreds of martial arts heroes around them stared wide-eyed, motionless, as if their souls had been stolen away.

"Is this... the fairy from the ancient tomb?"

Someone muttered something in their sleep.

This sound brought everyone back to their senses.

"My God, are there really women who look like that in this world?"

"This isn't human! Even celestial fairies would blush with shame upon seeing it!"

"It was worth it! This trip to Zhongnan Mountain was definitely worthwhile! Even if we can't get into the ancient tomb, just seeing it makes it all worthwhile, even if it means dying!"

"I'm not good enough for her, sob... I'm not good enough for her..."

Even Zhao Zhijing was stunned at this moment.

He prided himself on his extensive knowledge, but the woman before him, in both appearance and demeanor, completely exceeded his expectations.

Compared to her, all the ordinary women I've seen before are simply not worthy of carrying her shoes.

The murderous intent in Zhao Zhijing's eyes had unknowingly dissipated by more than half, and instead a possessive desire welled up in his heart.

"Such stunning beauty...if only I could..."

Zhao Zhijing's Adam's apple bobbed, and a surge of anger rose within him.

But he quickly came to his senses; the woman was beautiful, but her martial arts skills were frighteningly high.

He hadn't even seen how his opponent had made that attack; he only felt a supple force strike his palm, completely neutralizing his palm strike.

"Are you the Dragon Maiden from that ancient tomb?" Zhao Zhijing asked tentatively, his tone much more polite than before, even carrying a hint of deliberate refinement.

Little Dragon Girl still ignored him.

She turned around and looked at Yang Guo behind her.

Upon seeing the wounds on Yang Guo's body, her originally icy eyes flickered slightly.

"How did you get injured like this?"

Her voice was cold and unresponsive, revealing little emotion, but Yang Guo keenly sensed the concern within it.

Yang Guo smiled weakly and deliberately leaned closer to Xiaolongnu. His demeanor was three parts genuine and seven parts acting.

"Sister Long, if you had arrived any later, I really wouldn't have been able to see you again."

Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly.

She wasn't used to such intimate gestures; normally, she would have slapped him on the bottom. But seeing Yang Guo's unsteady state, she withdrew her outstretched hand and let him lean on her shoulder.

"Who told you to show off?"

Xiaolongnu took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out a pill, and put it into Yang Guo's mouth.

The fingertips touched Yang Guo's lips, feeling a slight coolness.

Yang Guo swallowed the pill with a flick of his tongue, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he touched her fingertips.

Little Dragon Girl withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and glared at him.

That one glance was captivating.

Yang Guo felt as if his bones had melted, and his injuries seemed to have stopped hurting.

"Witch! Stop your arrogance!"

At this moment, Lu Qingdu, who was standing to the side, finally realized what was happening. Seeing that Zhao Zhijing had been wronged, and seeing Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu flirting, he couldn't help but jump out and shout.

"You shameless couple, how dare you be so affectionate in public! You have no shame whatsoever!"