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

Huo Du felt an immense force crashing down on him.

He felt suffocated, as if surrounded by a monstrous wave, with nowhere to hide or escape!

The last time the two of them fought was during the great battle at Chongyang Palace.

On that day, even when Huo Du and Darba joined forces, they were still able to hold their own against Wang Jiuling.

But things are different now.

The Golden Wheel Monk did not expect Wang Jiuling to act so decisively. He did not have time to unleash his golden wheel and could only counter with his own palm force in an attempt to save Huo Du.

The two forces clashed, and Jinlun's hasty palm strike was ultimately unable to completely block Wang Jiuling.

Huo Du was struck by a palm and sent flying backward.

The Golden Wheel Monk had already dissipated most of the force of that palm strike in an instant.

If it were an ordinary person's palm strike, it would surely become weak and powerless at this moment, utterly ordinary.

However, the ferocity of Wang Jiuling's palm strike was rarely seen in the world.

This palm strike, though weakened, immediately caused Huo Du's internal organs to shift, his six viscera to tremble, and his blood and qi to surge uncontrollably throughout his body.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and flew straight off the stage.

The Golden Wheel Monk and Wang Jiuling's palms clashed, and both retreated.

But the Golden Wheel Monk's face turned ashen.

He was actually beaten to the point of death by Wang Jiuling right in front of him, and he couldn't stop him.

The Golden Wheel Monk narrowed his eyes, looking directly at Wang Jiuling for the first time.

"So young, yet possessing such profound inner strength! Perhaps not even on par with this old man!"

The two are now facing off across the distance.

Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, and Xiaoxiangzi were also startled and separated by Wang Jiuling's palm strike.

Guo Jing's clenched fist relaxed slightly. "Junior Brother's palm technique has improved greatly..."

The crowd of heroes were even more astonished by the palm strike they had just witnessed.

"Step back!" Wang Jiuling turned to look at Yang Guo.

"Get down!" King Jinlun also looked at Xiao Xiangzi.

"It's up to you, Master!" Yang Guo led Xiaolongnu off the stage.

Xiao Xiangzi swallowed hard, not daring to utter any harsh words to Wang Jiuling, and quickly went downstairs.

Jinlun is very skilled, let him fight!

Soon, only Wang Jiuling and Jinlun Fawang remained on the arena.

The Golden Wheel Monk bowed to Wang Jiuling.

"I, Jinlun, am finally able to meet the True Man Qingyang today! What a fortunate occasion..."

Wang Jiuling's expression remained calm as he savored the palm strike from Jinlun, his words brief.

"Since we're going to settle this with a fight, why waste time talking? Let's fight!"

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense. Everyone was quiet, waiting for this fierce battle to begin.

Om-!

The Golden Wheel Monk immediately unleashed his five wheels.

With five wheels spinning behind his head, the Golden Wheel Dharma King leaped into the air and headed towards Wang Jiuling.

Today he finally gets to fight Wang Jiuling, which is a dream come true.

Wang Jiuling drew his longsword and charged forward as well.

The Golden Wheel Monk's Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was truly not something he had practiced for nothing; he had mastered the secret martial arts of Tantric Buddhism to a high level.

The five wheels are powerful and heavy, with an astonishing presence.

Everyone seemed to see five magnificent eagles soaring high in the sky with unparalleled power.

Wang Jiuling wielded his longsword with unparalleled ferocity.

His powerful inner energy transformed the mundane into the miraculous; though he held a longsword, it now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

When Wang Jiuling held it in his hand, he felt as if he were handling something of great weight.

Ding ding ding!

The wheel clashed with the longsword, and Jinlun was startled. He felt that what Wang Jiuling held in his hand was not a sword, but an iron staff that could withstand the impact of his wheel.

With a wave of his hand, Jinlun sent five wheels apart, surrounding Wang Jiuling and attacking him from all directions.

Wang Jiuling wielded his longsword with impenetrable skill, and his Dingyang Needle technique was no longer confined to any particular move.

While knocking the wheel away, he was also able to get close to the golden wheel, forcing him to return the wheel to defend.

The two wielded swords with sharp, surging energy, their moves wide and sweeping, aiming straight for each other's vitals.

Another top-tier esoteric martial art, with immense power in its fists and palms, and five wheels flying everywhere, creating an overwhelming aura.

boom!

Wood chips flew everywhere as the wheel struck a corner of the ring.

laugh!

The lanterns hanging in the distance were knocked down by the invisible sword energy, and the people below hurriedly dodged.

The two exchanged more than thirty moves in the blink of an eye.

It was a truly evenly matched contest, with neither side willing to give an inch, leaving the audience in awe.

One was the first national protector of Mongolia, and the other was the rising star, Master Qingyang.

Such a duel between masters is truly a rare sight.

"Junior Brother Jiuling's internal strength is already top-notch; now, it seems only time will allow it to mature further!"

A glint flashed in Guo Jing's eyes, and he was filled with emotion.

On the stage, however, the Golden Wheel Dharma King was far less composed than he appeared to outsiders.

He became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

In terms of internal strength, the Golden Wheel Monk and Wang Jiuling were evenly matched, but when it came to martial arts techniques, he was somewhat inferior.

Wang Jiuling's swordsmanship was exquisite, combining movement and stillness with fierce and sharp strokes, expansive and powerful.

The Golden Wheel Monk possessed profound internal strength, but his five wheels relied mostly on brute force, offering little more than scattered attacks and lacking sophisticated coordination.

It turns out that he had been in the Western Regions or Mongolia for a long time, and his knowledge was limited. He thought himself invincible and underestimated the heroes of the world.

Now, having just entered the Central Plains, they've encountered such a formidable opponent and been caught completely off guard.

Moreover, what kind of martial arts does this Qingyang Zhenren practice? His protective true energy is extremely strange, slippery, and most effective against face-to-face attacks.

This greatly weakened the Golden Wheel Monk's wheel attack, causing him to panic.

Heart Road:

Why is this Central Plains martial arts so strange and inexplicable? I've never seen it in Mongolia. If this continues, how can I break his swordsmanship?

In his panic, he began to lose ground.

Having already suffered from the opponent's moves, Wang Jiuling now saw through his panic and pressed him even harder.

Swish!

The Golden Wheel Monk lost his composure for a moment, and the long sword slashed a hole in his red robe. Startled, the Golden Wheel Monk retreated hastily and retracted his wheels for defense.

After only fifty or sixty moves, the Golden Wheel Monk gradually lost the will to continue fighting.

At this moment, he was more defensive than offensive, and he was already feeling that Wang Jiuling was suppressing him.

The Golden Wheel Monk's character has really deteriorated considerably.

If they are slightly outmatched, they will want to give up.

At this moment, he thought to himself that if things continued like this, he would probably be completely defeated in a hundred moves at most.

So Jinlun decided to go all out and, after creating some distance between himself and Wang Jiuling, unleashed all five wheels at once.

He gathered all his strength in his hands, not thinking about how to counter Wang Jiuling's moves, but instead wanting to fight Wang Jiuling to the death in one move.

Wang Jiuling had been waiting for this moment.

Ding ding ding!

Wang Jiuling spun around, his longsword protecting him, and his protective true energy deflected all the flying wheels that were about to hit him.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk struck out with a palm.