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

Behind the cavalry, infantry and archers had closed in by more than ten paces.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

They shouted in unison in Mongolian, and as they drew closer, the archers were the first to fire their arrows.

Faced with a hail of arrows, Wang Jiuling could only move forward.

Because Mongol archers aimed at positions further back to avoid injuring cavalry.

Just as the rain of arrows rose into the air, the cavalry captain led his cavalry to retreat slightly, creating space as they charged toward Wang Jiuling, their speed increasing rapidly.

Meanwhile, the cavalry's battle flags waved behind them, and the infantry continued their advance.

Wang Jiuling had to either retreat to catch the arrow or face the cavalry charge head-on.

The sound of horses' hooves was like the dull beating of drums. Wang Jiuling did not retreat. He looked down at the long sword in his hand.

He kept hacking at the soldiers' armor, and his longsword was already starting to chip.

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Wang Jiuling casually stuck the sword aside.

His martial arts skills were already top-notch, and he had defeated many martial arts masters more than once, but this was the first time he had faced an entire army alone.

At this moment, he was also enraged, his eyes slightly red, and the other Wang Jiuling, who had been suppressed for a long time, seemed to be about to wake up again.

Wang Jiuling took a deep breath. Seeing the cavalry getting closer and closer, he did not retreat.

Ma Guangzuo, watching from a distance, craned his neck. "This is cavalry charging right into our faces! And he's just standing there? Is he crazy?!"

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, and Wang Jiuling closed his eyes.

If you try to block the wind, it will immediately surround you and seep into every nook and cranny.

The more you go against the wind, the stronger the wind becomes.

Look again, and you'll find that the wind is continuous; as long as you keep going, it keeps going too.

In his spare time these days, Wang Jiuling has also been dragged along by Gongsun Lü'e to study Iron Palm Kung Fu.

Wang Jiuling did not actually learn this martial art, but he did glean some insights into the internal energy circulation from this exquisite Iron Palm technique.

Although he had previously learned palm techniques from Quanzhen martial arts, his palm power mostly relied on his profound internal strength, resulting in powerful blows that could send bricks flying.

Now that he has no way out, his heart is at peace.

Whether it was an epiphany or not, Wang Jiuling suddenly felt that he had some new ideas.

He suddenly opened his eyes, pressed down with both palms, and his blue robe billowed as his inner energy surged.

The innate Nine Yang True Qi within the body flows through the meridians like an endless whirlwind.

At this moment, my will follows my heart, and my heart moves with the wind.

The Mongol cavalry had already charged close when Wang Jiuling stepped to the side with his right foot, his sole sinking into the ground and kicking up dust.

With a long roar, he thrust both palms forward.

Seven-tenths of the body's true energy is stored, while three-tenths is released. Only after three-tenths of the true energy is released does the subsequent true energy surge forth again.

The terrifying palm strike swept towards the cavalryman in front of him like a tidal wave.

The cavalry captain at the forefront felt as if the air in front of him had frozen.

A tremendous force struck him, and he felt as if he had been hit by a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, and his body felt like it was about to fall apart.

But that's not all.

After that palm strike, another palm strike came crashing down, and the cavalry captain felt as if his bones were shattered.

The palm strike was like a violent storm, enveloping his entire body, dense and penetrating, leaving him no way to avoid it.

It possesses an irresistible force.

His body felt as if it had been crushed and ravaged by a giant hand, his internal organs shattered, his bones broken and tendons snapped, and the centurion coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He had already lost consciousness and everything went black.

However, he should be in despair at this moment, because after these two palm strikes, there was another palm strike coming, also stacked on top of each other.

This palm strike was truly terrifying, layer upon layer, possessing an irresistible resilience, yet it was like a raging storm, seemingly capable of crushing every corner of a person's body.

In an instant, the sound exploded in everyone's ears, like a raging wind sweeping across the sea, stirring up huge waves that made their eardrums ache.

The giant wave, carried by the strong wind, grew increasingly powerful.

Boom!

The cavalrymen who had already rushed in front of Wang Jiuling were thrown off their horses by the terrifying force of the palm strike.

It even knocked down the cavalry behind them, and the remaining cavalrymen were also tripped and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Dust and smoke billowed everywhere, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

When the dust settled, only the remnants of a whole cavalry unit remained—a troop that had charged into battle! They had been utterly routed by Wang Jiuling's single palm strike!

How terrifying is this?

Wang Jiuling stood still, maintaining the posture of striking out with his palm.

The Mongol soldiers who were originally following behind and planning to charge stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with horror.

Hee hee hee—!

The warhorse neighed, and the centurion immediately pulled on the reins, not daring to advance for a moment.

Ma Guangzuo's broadsword clattered to the ground, leaving him dumbfounded.

Those who initially thought Wang Jiuling was overestimating himself were now speechless.

"But then again..."

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Xiao Xiangzi and the others were dumbfounded, while the Mongol soldiers hesitated, looking around, unsure of what to do.

No matter how brave they are, they are still human.

Seeing this terrifying scene, I was also frightened, and for a moment I didn't know if the Taoist priest opposite me was even human.

However, Wang Jiuling was not at ease at this time either.

He swept away an entire cavalry unit with a single move; it looked quite impressive.

In reality, he had a sudden realization on the spot, and he couldn't control this wonderful palm technique well, so he used too much force for a moment.

Even with the formidable power of his Nine Yang Divine Skill, he was now suffering from excessive depletion of his true energy.

The meridians in my arms are swollen and sore.

His face was pale, so he had to forcefully gather his inner energy to make his complexion a little rosier.

At the same time, he secretly circulated his internal energy, hoping to recover as quickly as possible.

The situation remained deadlocked.

A group of experts, along with hundreds of Mongol soldiers, were intimidated by one person and dared not advance for a moment.

It wasn't until the centurion squinted and noticed that Wang Jiuling was slightly out of breath that he realized what was going on.

"Archers! Ready!"

The centurion's voice rang out, and only then did Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi realize what was happening.

"Wait! Let us do it!"

Xiao Xiangzi was overjoyed.

He was so frightened that he dared not go forward, but now he realized that Wang Jiuling was just putting on a brave face because he had exhausted himself.

Yin Kexi had already been injured by Wang Jiuling, but seeing Xiao Xiangzi running wildly, he quickly followed.

"Don't think you can take all the credit for yourself!"

When the centurion saw the two experts about to step forward, he was no longer in a hurry and wanted to see if Wang Jiuling was really just putting on a brave face.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling was slightly out of breath.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill allowed him to recover his true energy much faster than ordinary people. Although he was still weak at the moment, he was somewhat relieved.

Xiao Xiangzi rushed over, carrying a mourning stick.

"You filthy Taoist priest! Prepare to die!!"

Yin Kexi followed closely behind.

Both of them wanted to use Wang Jiuling's head to gain merit and take the position of the Protector of the Mongol Kingdom.

Wang Jiuling kicked the hilt of the longsword with his right foot, and the longsword flew off the ground and slashed towards Xiao Xiangzi in front of him.

Xiao Xiangzi was so excited that he was startled by the scene and quickly used his mourning stick to block it.

But as soon as he stopped, Yin Kexi was in trouble.

Yin Kexi couldn't stop the car and ended up in front of Xiao Xiangzi, which terrified him.

He intended to follow behind and make a move at a crucial moment, not to actually be the first to charge forward!

But it was too late.

Wang Jiuling also went all out, unleashing the true energy he had just gathered, and charged straight at Yin Kexi.

His shoulder slammed into Yin Kexi's chest.

With a muffled thud, the sound of bones breaking came from Yin Kexi's chest, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yin Kexi was already injured. After being thrown to the ground, blood kept spilling from his mouth, and he was unable to move.

Even if they don't die, they're half-dead.

Wang Jiuling clearly didn't have much strength left, but Xiao Xiangzi was completely terrified by this attack.

He dodged the flying sword, then, clutching his mourning staff, ran off without looking back. "I don't want the credit! You can have it!"

The centurion snorted coldly when he saw this.

The order to fire arrows was about to be given, and it was uncertain whether Wang Jiuling could withstand the attack this time.

At this critical moment.

"Master Wang! Grab the rope!!"

An urgent voice came from the official road behind.

On the official road, Huang Rong rode up on a fast horse, accompanied by Lu Youjiao from the Beggars' Sect. Lu Youjiao was holding a long rope and was throwing it forcefully toward Wang Jiuling.

Huang Rong gasped when she saw the horrific battlefield from afar, but she couldn't care less about that at the moment.

As soon as Wang Jiuling turned around, he saw a rope flying towards him.

His tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he glanced intently in the direction of the Mongol soldiers.

Then he grabbed the rope.

Lu Youjiao quickly turned his horse around. "Master Wang, hold on tight!"

The horse galloped quickly, and the reins snapped taut with a "whoosh." Using this force, Wang Jiuling forcefully gathered his inner energy, leaped into the air, and landed on Lu Youjiao's horse in an instant.

The centurion's expression changed. "Fire!"

Suddenly, a hail of arrows flew toward the three men and their two horses.

Huang Rong immediately noticed Wang Jiuling's pale face on horseback. She leaped off the horse and swung her Dog-Beating Stick repeatedly, deflecting the arrows aimed at her, Wang Jiuling, and Lu Youjiao.

Fortunately, they had already run some distance, so the arrows couldn't attack from that far.

But with so many arrows and Huang Rong also having to protect Wang Jiuling, an arrow grazed her left arm in a moment of inattention, leaving a trail of blood.