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

The person arrived before the voice.

A cold glint shot from the doorway, heading straight for the man with the frizzy hair.

Ding!

It turned out to be a precious sword. The man with the flowery hair nicknamed "Evil Rat" had to raise his axe to block it. With a crisp sound, the sword bounced up, and the man was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

But before he could relax, a figure flashed in, caught the flying sword, and swung it with a flick.

laugh!

The sword sliced ​​across the rat's neck, and the rat's eyes widened. The iron axe fell from its hand, and blood splattered everywhere.

It was a single, fatal blow to the throat!

The previously panicked fourth-generation disciple quickly stood up, his face filled with excitement. "Uncle-Master!"

The newcomer was Wang Jiuling. He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, and the sword in his hand was still dripping blood. He looked every bit the god of war.

"Back off!"

Wang Jiuling told the fourth-generation disciple to step back, while he himself looked at Huo Du and the others.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling's sudden appearance caused the fighting inside Chongyang Palace to stop, and everyone looked at him.

The two third-generation disciples besides Wang Jiuling were panting and on guard, while the Seven Masters of Quanzhen looked delighted.

"Nine years old?"

"Haha! It's Jiuling back!"

Huo Du swiftly opened the folding fan in his hand, glanced at the corpse of the vicious rat, narrowed his eyes, but quickly sneered.

"Who do we have here? It's just a young upstart! The Quanzhen Sect really has no talent left!"

He spoke dismissively, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the corpse of the vicious rat and was secretly horrified.

This kid looks to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, yet he managed to kill the vicious rat in just one or two moves. He's truly remarkable...

The fourth-generation disciple who had just been saved immediately protested.

"You scoundrel! How dare you disrespect your Uncle-Master Jiuling!"

Wang Jiuling raised his hand to tell him to calm down, while he himself observed the situation on the field.

He had warned Ma Yu to be careful before he left, but he never expected things to develop to this point.

The good news is that both he and Zhen Zhibing are now back.

He wasn't sure if Guo Jing would come to the rescue like in the original story, but for now, he just needed to stall for time until Zhen Zhibing returned.

At that time, the Quanzhen faction in Chongyang Palace will not be without any power to fight back.

With his mind racing, Wang Jiuling stepped forward.

"I am Wang Jiuling, a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen School! May I ask who you are?"

Huo Du chuckled lightly. "Ha! I am Huo Du, a prince of the Great Mongol Kingdom!"

As he replied, he whispered in Mongolian to Darba behind him:

"Senior brother, I'll take care of this kid. You lead them to continue besieging the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!"

I'll be back to help out soon!

Huo Du had long harbored murderous intent, and Wang Jiuling had instantly killed a skilled martial artist upon his appearance, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary person.

They've been unable to break through for a long time. If such a master were to join them, even if he wasn't afraid, he could easily be bogged down, and things could change if things dragged on.

Darba nodded.

Huo Du stepped forward and bowed to Wang Jiuling.

But the next second, his eyes changed, and with a flick of his folding fan, several steel needles shot out, as if he were about to launch a sneak attack.

"Jiuling! Watch out!"

Qiu Chuji reacted the fastest and hurriedly spoke up.

But Wang Jiuling was not flustered at all. He knew Huo Du's character and his usual methods.

He was already on guard when Huo Du took his first steps.

He immediately drew his sword to block the steel needles, and Huo Du had already gotten close, sweeping his fan toward Wang Jiuling's face.

He moved with incredible speed and his attacks were ruthless.

Fortunately, Wang Jiuling had already mastered the Quanzhen Sword Technique to a very high level.

He started with the "Dingyang Needle" stance and then switched to the "Minghe Gongying" stance.

The sword blurred into afterimages, continuously deflecting Huo Du's fans.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Huo Du was shocked. He knew his own strength very well and believed that he was no worse than the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. When he first came to Chongyang Palace, he even injured Hao Datong.

But now, he couldn't immediately subdue the young man before him.

The young man's swordsmanship was exquisite, and although his internal strength was far less than Huo Du's, it was still incredibly powerful and continuous.

Although Wang Jiuling was clearly at a disadvantage and finding it increasingly difficult to defend himself as the two continued to exchange blows, it was still quite surprising.

With Huo Du gone, the pressure on the Seven Masters of Quanzhen was greatly reduced. Darba alone, leading those experts, was still not enough.

"hateful!"

Huo Du grew anxious, and his attacks became increasingly fierce, putting Wang Jiuling under unprecedented pressure.

Huo Du truly lived up to his reputation as a top-tier expert. Fortunately, Wang Jiuling only defended and did not attack, which allowed him to keep Huo Du occupied.

Fortunately, at that moment, another figure rushed in from outside the door.

"Junior brother! I'm here to help you!"

Zhen Zhibing finally dealt with the arsonist and hurriedly returned to help.

Wang Jiuling also breathed a sigh of relief and retreated to Zhen Zhibing's side, secretly thinking that Huo Du's strength was not bad.

The two brothers stood side by side, each holding a precious sword; both were outstanding members of their respective generations.

Huo Du's face was grim, but he could only continue to attack.

But this time, Wang Jiuling had a helper. He and Zhen Zhibing cooperated, and their offense and defense were balanced, which immediately made Huo Du lose all his advantages.

This immediately brought the situation to a stalemate.

Neither side could do anything about the other.

Just as the stalemate was at its peak, a figure swept in from outside the door, passing through the crowd in the blink of an eye, and casually knocking down several martial artists before arriving in front of Darba and the others who were besieging the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

"Ah!" Darba swung his vajra with tremendous force.

The blow was powerful and heavy. The man didn't take it head-on, but instead turned around and flashed to Darba's side.

Darba wielded his vajra, but after several moves, he couldn't even touch the man's clothes.

Finally, when Darba pushed the vajra horizontally, the man used the momentum to strike the end of the vajra.

"Ugh!"

The man remained motionless, while Darba was forced back several steps before he could regain his footing, his face filled with disbelief.

The appearance of this person was like a signal, and those who were besieging the Seven Masters of Quanzhen retreated to Darba's side.

Meanwhile, Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing, after forcing Huo Du back, flashed to the side of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

The two sides are locked in a standoff.

"Jiu-ling! Zhi-bing!"

Ma Yu and the others stood up, looking at Wang Jiuling and Zhen Zhibing with satisfaction, while also sizing up the people who had just driven off Darba.

This man was burly, dressed as a farmer, with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an air of righteousness.

He turned around and smiled at everyone.

Upon seeing the person, Wang Jiuling immediately realized that it was none other than Guo Jing!

"Senior Brother Guo?"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were overjoyed. Ma Yu walked over and grabbed Guo Jing's shoulder.

"Oh my! It's Jing'er! Hahahaha!"

Guo Jing bowed to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, then looked at Wang Jiuling.

"Young man, we meet again!"

While they were exchanging pleasantries, Huo Du's face turned green, and Darba beside him looked serious.

"Junior brother! This person's martial arts skills are incredibly high! They're probably far superior to yours or mine!"

"May I ask who you are?" Huo Du stepped forward and bowed.

Upon hearing the question, Guo Jing turned around, smiled, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"I will not change my name or surname!"

"Guo Jing!"