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

Just as Huanxi Miller stopped, Wang Jiuling's palm strike came.

Joyful Miller circulated his Northern Darkness True Qi throughout his body, and with his palms facing each other, their palm forces collided.

Wang Jiuling couldn't help but feel a bit sarcastic.

If it were a day and a night ago, when Wang Jiuling had just turned against him, Huanxi Miller, though injured, was not fatally wounded.

He wants to win over the other party, but he's not that confident yet.

But when the guy noticed that his martial arts skills had improved and realized he couldn't gain any advantage, he turned around and left.

Having run wildly for a day and a night, my momentum has long since dissipated. How can I fight him now that I'm so exhausted?

The saying goes, "One should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane on the second attempt and be exhausted on the third."

Sure enough, after that palm strike, Huanxi Miller was clearly the one who was struggling more; it was no longer just a matter of injury.

Swish!

Wang Jiuling swept his longsword across the room.

The advancement of the Innate Skill allowed Wang Jiuling to elevate his martial arts skills to a new level, making them even more refined.

His longsword was unpredictable. Even though Huanxi Miller used the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand to counter it, after twenty or thirty moves, a small cut was still made on his arm.

This is enough to explain something.

Joyful Miller's face twitched incessantly. "Tell me! What kind of martial art are you practicing? The Innate Skill isn't like this!"

Wang Jiuling thrust his sword forward.

"Want to know? Go ask the King of Hell!"

After a hundred rounds of fierce fighting in the yellow sand, Joyful Miller was finally completely at a disadvantage.

Wang Jiuling moved around him continuously, unleashing powerful palm strikes that suppressed Huanxi Miler so much that he couldn't even escape.

Finally, Huanxi Miller was pushed to his limit. He suddenly grabbed Wang Jiuling's hand and was about to activate the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Huanxi Miller expected to see fear on Wang Jiuling's face, but to his surprise, when he looked up, he saw Wang Jiuling staring at him with a smile.

"Suck it? Go ahead and suck it if you dare. Do you want me to help you?"

As he spoke, Wang Jiuling mobilized his true energy. Huanxi Miler's pupils contracted as he suddenly recalled how, when he absorbed Wang Jiuling's true energy at Wuduo Temple, he almost injured himself instead.

No, no! This Taoist priest is a madman. If he dares to absorb the poison, and this madman then causes a mutual destruction, he might not be able to withstand it!

Huanxi Miller suddenly released his hand, and Wang Jiuling's true energy surged, causing the two to separate by more than ten steps.

Wang Jiuling twirled his longsword and gave a disdainful snort.

"Without sincerity and unwavering resolve, how dare you practice the Northern Darkness Divine Art?"

"Our patriarch was wise beyond his years, possessing extraordinary martial arts talent, yet he was betrayed by a piece of trash like you!"

Seeing Wang Jiuling's disgusted expression, Huanxi Miller's face twitched, as if a sore spot had been touched.

Decades of memories and grievances surged into his mind. Looking up at the blazing sun, Joy Miller's face twisted in a grimace.

He seemed to be refuting Wang Jiuling, or perhaps venting his frustrations.

"Me, a piece of trash? Me, lacking resolve? Youngster! How dare you call this old monk a piece of trash?"

"I learned the highest level of martial arts when I was twelve years old, and by the age of thirty-six, my martial arts skills had reached the first-class level!"

He even traveled throughout India and defeated numerous masters!

Joy Miller's cloudy eyes were filled with memories.

"Later, I obtained the Northern Darkness Divine Skill. By then, I was already a master, but I was willing to give up all my martial arts for it!"

"I used to practice poison techniques!"

Huanxi Miller pointed at Wang Jiuling. "Do you know how much pain I endured when my powers dissipated? Do you know how I survived it?!"

"I can endure that burning pain! You say my heart is not steadfast?!"

"I discovered the flaws in the Northern Darkness Divine Art, so I painstakingly studied the Breaking Tile Technique and risked everything to scheme against Wang Chongyang! You're saying I lack resolve??"

He then pointed to the sky.

"Heaven has no eyes! I've been so sincere, yet you've repeatedly deceived me!"

"If only I had obtained the Northern Darkness Divine Art sooner! If only I had met you sooner!"

If I had obtained the Unknown Mother Worm sooner, everything would have been different!

puff!

As Huanxi Miller was raging helplessly at the sky, he heard a mocking voice. He turned his head with wide eyes and saw Wang Jiuling looking at him with disdain.

"That's called determination. Even if you practiced the Northern Darkness Divine Art, you still couldn't defeat Patriarch Chongyang."

In the end, is resorting to underhanded tactics the only option?

Now you can't even beat a junior like me. Don't you want to know what kind of martial arts I practice?

Why don't you just disperse all your Northern Darkness True Qi and become my disciple, then you'll know?

"If you learn my martial arts, won't you become even more powerful?"

Upon hearing Wang Jiuling's words, Huanxi Miller hesitated for a moment, and the idea of ​​becoming his apprentice flashed through his mind.

That's just his personality.

Wang Jiuling's voice drifted over.

"Hehe, you don't really think that, do you?"

You used to practice the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

After mastering the technique, he discovered that his body was too old and wanted to escape this body to possess someone else.

Later, realizing that scheming against Patriarch Chongyang was difficult, they set their sights on me instead.

"Since you can't beat me now, shouldn't you try a different approach next? Will you even live that long?"

"All they do is keep changing things, fickle and indecisive, and in the end they get nothing done!"

What an idiot, yet he claims to be resolute?

"That's truly the funniest joke I've heard all year!"

Huanxi Miller was stunned by what Wang Jiuling said. He opened his mouth, his yellow teeth opening and closing, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Because he suddenly realized that what Wang Jiuling said made sense.

He always felt that his previous choices were wrong, and kept changing them. He spent his whole life changing them, and now that he's old and frail, he regrets them again.

He accomplished nothing in his entire life!

These words struck a chord deep within Huanxi Miller's heart. He had lived for nearly a hundred years, yet he was enraged by just a few words from Wang Jiuling, a junior.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Within a few breaths, Joy Miller's face turned bright red, and he lost his composure.

"You're talking nonsense!"

He charged directly toward Wang Jiuling, his body surging with violent true energy.

Today he will make sure that little bastard who exposed his shortcomings dies!

Wang Jiuling thought to himself, "I originally wanted to get some information out of this fool, but I didn't expect him to have such a bad attitude."

He held a long sword and used the Dingyang Needle for defense.

"Ha! They can't even admit their own mistakes; they're just fooling themselves!"

Since we can't get any information out of him, it's better to break his mentality, which will make it easier to take action.

Wang Jiuling's words were the final blow, completely breaking down Huanxi Miller's defenses.

"Today, this old monk will fight you to the death!"