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

Lu Qingdu let out a cold laugh, and his long sword was drawn with a "whoosh" and pointed at Yang Guo.

"Form ranks!"

With a shout, the six Quanzhen disciples behind him swayed and scattered instantly, stepping on the steps of the Gangbu.

Although these people usually followed Lu Qingdu and acted like foxes borrowing power, they had mastered the Quanzhen Sect's introductory formation, the "Tiangang Beidou Formation," to perfection.

The seven people occupy the seven positions. Lu Qingdu occupies the Tianquan position, while the other six are positioned in the Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang positions.

The remaining three stood by, checking for any omissions or deficiencies.

The sword flashed, and a chilling aura filled the air.

Seven longswords intertwined to form a sword net, firmly locking Yang Guo in the center.

Yang Guo squinted at the scene, but he wasn't very confident.

This formation looks much more rigorous than the chaotic one from three days ago; the energy is interconnected, and it exudes a strong sense of oppression.

They clearly selected the best ones.

"You little bastard, today I'll show you my true skills!"

Lu Qingdu grinned maliciously and flicked his longsword.

"superior!"

A single hair can affect the whole body.

As Lu Qingdu thrust out his sword, the other six longswords also moved at the same time.

Two swords on the left stabbed towards Yang Guo's ribs, two swords on the right blocked his retreat, and two swords from behind went straight for his back.

"Well done!"

Yang Guo shouted loudly, his body sank downwards, and he slid out along the ground.

It is the "Snake-like Leaping and Fox-like Turning" technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

He had been forced to use this move countless times by Xiaolongnu in the Ancient Tomb, and it was already ingrained in his bones.

Two hissing sounds.

Two longswords grazed his scalp, severing several strands of hair.

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine and inwardly cursed how close he had come to disaster.

But it's not over yet.

He had just dodged the sword overhead and hadn't even regained his footing when three more long swords came stabbing at him.

The Quanzhen Sect's swordsmanship emphasizes moderation and balance, but once this formation is complete, it is continuous and combines offense and defense.

Yang Guo had no way to avoid it.

His powerful internal energy suddenly erupted from his dantian, flowing into his arms as he slammed it towards the three longswords.

"Great Demon-Subduing Fist!"

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves.

It's all about head-on confrontation!

"when!"

Yang Guo's fist slammed hard onto the spine of the longsword in the middle.

The Taoist priest holding the sword felt an overwhelming force surge through the blade, instantly splitting his tiger's mouth and drawing blood.

The Taoist priest screamed in agony as his longsword flew out of his hand.

But the brilliance of this formation lies in the mutual support between the elements.

As soon as the breach opened, Lu Qingdu stepped in to fill the gap, thrusting his sword towards Yang Guo's throat.

This sword strike was swift and ruthless, clearly indicating a murderous intent.

Yang Guo's old strength was exhausted, and new strength had not yet arisen.

The sword was about to pierce his throat.

At this critical moment, Yang Guo suddenly recalled the foot of Xiaolongnu that had kicked him in the butt.

That instinctive reaction induced by abuse saved him.

He bent his body backward, like a fully drawn bow, and narrowly avoided the fatal sword strike.

The sword's edge grazed the tip of his nose.

Yang Guo broke out in a cold sweat, and then a nameless anger rose within him.

"Damn it, you're really asking for it!"

He had been used as a punching bag by Xiaolongnu in the ancient tomb for three days, and he was already holding back his anger.

Little Dragon Girl is a fairy goddess. She hit him to teach him a lesson, and he endured it, even enjoying it.

But what are you bunch of worthless scum?

You dare to try and kill me?

"I cower before Sister Dragon when she hits me, but I'll retaliate fiercely when I fight you!"

A fierce glint flashed in Yang Guo's eyes.

With a push of his feet, he charged into the crowd like a wild bull.

"Bang!"

Another punch landed on a Taoist priest's lower abdomen.

The Taoist priest didn't even utter a sound before flying back two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) and fainting.

A large gap appeared in the formation instantly.

Lu Qingdu was greatly alarmed.

How did this kid become so strong?

Although it hurt when I hit him three days ago, it was still within a tolerable range.

But that punch just now, it could really kill someone!

Having succeeded in his attack, Yang Guo was even more unforgiving.

He felt his internal energy surging wildly, and with each punch, the sluggishness lessened.

The heat flow in the meridians circulated faster and faster, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Cool!"

Yang Guo roared.

He grabbed the wrist of one of the Taoist priests who had attacked him and twisted it forcefully.

"Snap!"

The Taoist priest screamed and fell to his knees, his hand bones broken.

Yang Guo didn't even look, he raised his leg and kicked the Taoist priest directly in the face, making his face covered in bruises.

"Too weak! Too weak!"

Yang Guo laughed wildly as he fought.

Compared to Xiaolongnu's ghostly movements, these Taoist priests' actions were as slow as snails.

However, Yang Guo also took a few hits.

In the past, these injuries would have been enough to render him unable to fight.

But after learning how to take a beating in the ancient tomb, he deliberately avoided these injuries and made them appear as minor ones!

In a trade of injuries, the other person often ends up getting hurt more.

Yang Guo fought with increasing gusto, his eyes becoming bloodshot and faintly red.

The internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual within the body clashed with the fierce and violent Great Subduing Demon Fist.

A surge of heat rose from his dantian.

He felt like a volcano about to erupt, desperately needing to release its heat.

"kill!"

Yang Guo let out a low growl as he fixed his gaze on Lu Qingdu.

That fat bastard.

Ever since he joined the Quanzhen Sect, he has been constantly opposing him.

Lu Qingdu felt a chill run down his spine as Yang Guo stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

"Stop him! Stop him now!"

As Lu Qingdu retreated, he pushed his junior brother forward.

The remaining Taoist priests also gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Guo roared.

He formed claws with both hands, no longer using any techniques, but relying entirely on instinct to tear at the ground.

Just as a Taoist priest rushed up, Yang Guo grabbed him by the collar.

With a single arm, Yang Guo actually lifted that 100-pound man up.

"call--"

The Taoist priest was like a human stick, which Yang Guo swung around and smashed hard into the surrounding crowd.

"Bang bang bang!"

A scream rang out.

Three or four Taoist priests were knocked off balance and their formation completely collapsed.

Only Lu Qingdu remained standing in the arena.

His hand holding the sword trembled violently, and his legs felt like lead; he wanted to run but couldn't take a step.

"Junior Brother Yang... let's talk this out..."

Lu Qingdu's teeth chattered, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"We're from the same sect... fellow disciples..."

Yang Guo couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

He only had one thought in his mind right now.

Tear this eyesore in front of you to shreds!

Yang Guo walked step by step toward Lu Qingdu.

That violent aura almost suffocated Lu Qingdu.

"Weren't you being pretty arrogant just now?"

"Weren't you going to make me kneel down and call you grandpa?"

Come on!