The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

When Xiao Xiangzi and the other experts saw Wang Jiuling, their eyes lit up.

At that moment, they surrounded Wang Jiuling.

Xiao Xiangzi took the lead, brandishing his mourning staff, and charged towards Wang Jiuling, while Yin Kexi was not to be outdone.

Other experts stood by, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"Kill you, and His Majesty Kublai Khan will surely give us an important position!"

Only Ma Guangzuo peeked out from behind.

"Hey, I'm saying, isn't it a bit much for us to take advantage of their vulnerability and gang up on them?"

Wang Jiuling quickly retreated, dodging the attacks from Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi.

But he was already surrounded by Mongol soldiers.

Wang Jiuling had only taken two steps back when he had to turn around to dodge the spear thrusting at him.

With a flick of his protective inner energy, the spears in the hands of the three Mongol soldiers went astray, causing them to twist to the side.

At that moment, two martial arts masters were already thrusting their swords at him, but Wang Jiuling moved swiftly and leaped into the air to dodge.

But the next second, Yin Kexi’s long whip was already lashing out at Wang Jiuling in mid-air.

If Wang Jiuling were to be entangled by this long whip, he would be completely surrounded and killed in an instant.

To be honest, Wang Jiuling wasn't afraid of these experts.

The most difficult to deal with were those hundreds of Mongol soldiers.

There were just too many people. Wang Jiuling had to keep them occupied to ensure that Lu Qingdu and his group could reach Tanghe by foot.

As the long whip came flying, Wang Jiuling did not dodge or avoid it, but instead spun around in the air.

He grabbed the whip directly. Just as Yin Kexi showed a look of surprise, Wang Jiuling used the force of the spin to pull Yin Kexi so hard that he stumbled.

Wang Jiuling landed, used his sword to deflect Xiao Xiangzi's mourning stick, and kicked Yin Kexi away.

Yin Kexi coughed up a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and landed with unsteady breath and a shocked expression.

Just as Wang Jiuling dodged, two long swords appeared in the spot where he had just been standing.

They are two martial arts masters.

The two looked up and saw Wang Jiuling, high above, thrusting his sword down. A martial arts master froze on the spot, blood dripping from his head, before collapsing to the ground.

This man was one of the traitors who had mocked Wang Jiuling before. He had intended to take advantage of Wang Jiuling being held back by Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi to make a quick profit, but he did not expect Wang Jiuling to react so quickly.

Xiao Xiangzi roared, grabbed his mourning staff, and deliberately tried to attract Wang Jiuling's attention. Behind Wang Jiuling, three or four Mongol soldiers rushed over with spears.

Wang Jiuling, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; as he bent over, his body spun around.

The spear that was thrusting at him missed its mark and landed on his back. As he turned, the spear was deflected by his protective inner energy, and several Mongol soldiers lost their grip.

Wang Jiuling seized the spears, tucked them under his arm, and hurled them with the force of their rotation.

The spear flew out, and the two traitors on the left were pinned to the ground and killed instantly.

Just as Yin Kexi had stabilized his injuries and was about to launch a sneak attack, he narrowly dodged the attack, but the spear still grazed his ribs, wounding him.

He winced in pain, staggering back more than ten steps before clutching his bleeding wound in agony.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling turned around, swept his long sword, and drew a line of blood across the necks of several Mongol soldiers.

"Holy crap! Is this even human?"

Ma Guangzuo, who was watching the battle from behind a rock, was shocked.

"Let's all rush in together! That way, no one can kill him!"

Yin Kexi shouted from afar, but Xiao Xiangzi was not convinced:

"Nonsense! If you're so capable, you go up there! I'll definitely take him down!"

These people shout loudly, but when it comes to a real fight, they either hold back their strength just in case, or they only launch surprise attacks.

Everyone wanted to get the best deal and kill Wang Jiuling themselves, rather than doing the work for someone else.

Having witnessed Wang Jiuling's ruthlessness, they were now filled with apprehension.

They only dared to shout at each other from a distance; they were truly a disorganized bunch.

The surrounding Mongol troops had already taken up position, with archers in formation and cavalry ready to charge at any moment.

These soldiers are different from those experts.

They worked together seamlessly, all seasoned veterans. Seeing the other experts retreat, they immediately fired arrows in Wang Jiuling's direction.

The infantry simultaneously formed ranks, ready to advance.

Wang Jiuling could only use the Golden Goose Technique to dodge close to the ground. There were too many Mongol soldiers here, and with arrows raining down, he couldn't take them head-on.

He moved with incredible speed, grabbing a Mongol soldier's corpse as a shield, and charged towards the weak point in the Mongol formation.

This was used to engage in prolonged combat and weaken the Mongol archers.

Based on Lu Qingdu and the others' pace, Wang Jiuling would need at least the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn to ensure they reach Tanghe.

There were too many Mongol soldiers; killing them all was unrealistic.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling rushed into the crowd. He made full use of his lightness skill, making it impossible for the Mongol soldiers to surround him. They could only spin around in place.

And every now and then, one of them would be stabbed to death by his longsword.

Despite the overwhelming numbers of the Mongol soldiers, they were unable to subdue him, leaving everyone in shock.

On the perimeter, the Mongol cavalry that had been covering the battlefield saw that the battlefield was in chaos and the cavalry had no use for their skills. The captain of the corps simply pointed in the direction where Lu Qingdu and his men had left.

"Let's go after the others!"

Immediately, a dozen or twenty cavalrymen lined up, turned around, and headed away into the distance.

Seeing this, Wang Jiuling felt a little anxious.

These Mongol soldiers' horses were all top-quality warhorses, not to mention whether Lu Qingdu and his men could find enough horses to travel the distance.

Even if you find them, you can't outrun them.

Just then.

Seeing that Wang Jiuling was locked in combat, the Mongol soldiers also reacted.

"Scatter! Archers, prepare!"

The centurion roared, and the messenger beside him waved a small flag.

The infantrymen immediately dispersed to both sides, and archers appeared behind them.

As long as Wang Jiuling dares to stand in an open area, he will be met with a hail of arrows.

Even if Wang Jiuling were highly skilled in martial arts, he would become a sitting duck.

The Mongol soldiers here are a well-organized army of more than a hundred men. They are fully armored and include infantry, cavalry, archers, and even a few shield bearers, all working in close coordination.

He was far beyond the reach of so-called masters like Xiao Xiangzi.

The Mongol cavalry had already moved out, and Wang Jiuling saw this and was anxious.

He took a deep breath and decisively chased after the cavalry before they could gain momentum.

Lu Qingdu and the others were brought down the mountain by Wang Jiuling, who also told them to return to Zhongnan Mountain on their own first.

If something goes wrong, Wang Jiuling doesn't know how he'll explain it when he gets back.

Wang Jiuling was anxious and suddenly burst out with unprecedented speed, quickly closing the distance with the cavalry.

His move, ironically, made the Mongol archers hesitant to unleash their full power.

I'm afraid I won't be able to control the distance and might hurt my own people.

The truth is, when two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins.

The sound of horses' hooves was too loud for the Mongol cavalry to hear anything behind them.

The leading cavalry captain felt a splash of warm blood on his face. Turning around, he saw a longsword pinned to the back of his deputy.

He was startled and quickly spurred his horse to the side to avoid it.

The next second, a figure in green robes rushed over and drew his long sword.

It was Wang Jiuling.

In a leap, he was already more than ten meters in front of the cavalry, standing there with his sword in hand, single-handedly blocking all of them.

It was truly a case of one man holding the pass.

"Whoa—!!"

The Mongol cavalrymen stood on their horses, all staring in shock at the seemingly reckless Taoist priest.

"Form ranks! Advance!"

Behind them, the Mongol infantry also reacted, waving their battle flags as they immediately reformed their ranks.

The archers followed behind the infantry.

They were just waiting for the cavalry to charge before surrounding and blocking Wang Jiuling.

They are truly extremely difficult to deal with.