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

When Wang Jiuling left the military camp, there was a wide-open space in front of him.

By this time, the infantry could no longer catch up, but a large number of Mongol cavalry still caught up from both flanks.

They are skilled in riding and archery, and this open space is the perfect opportunity to take advantage of their strengths.

This is also the final hurdle for Wang Jiuling to overcome in order to leave this place safely.

However, Wang Jiuling was too fast, and these cavalrymen alone could not do anything to him with their archery skills.

Wang Jiuling didn't need to take the arrows head-on at all; he simply used the Golden Goose Skill to dodge and weave left and right, preventing the arrows behind him from hitting him.

Occasionally, one or two arrows would graze past, but they were deflected directly by Wang Jiuling's protective inner energy.

Ultimately, this still requires the cooperation of the Golden Wheel Monk.

After the arrows were fired in unison, Wang Jiuling was a little slow in dodging them and was caught up by the Golden Wheel Monk again.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk was possessed by demons. He had lost countless times to Wang Jiuling, and even in this situation, he still could not win.

This was a devastating blow to a master who was invincible on the Mongolian steppe.

If we cannot achieve anything today, we will be completely unable to hold our heads high in front of Kublai Khan when we return.

His eyes grew increasingly red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face contorted in a ferocious expression, like a madman. He relentlessly pursued and attacked Wang Jiuling.

The two exchanged blows, with the Golden Wheel Monk trying to entangle Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling, however, remained completely calm.

His true energy was too depleted, so it was naturally not enough to kill the Golden Wheel Monk.

But it didn't matter. They waited until they reached the Han River, which was under the control of the Song army, and the Mongol soldiers couldn't catch up.

Jinlun Fawang alone could not stop Wang Jiuling from returning to Xiangyang.

It's just a useless wheel.

"Today I will fight you for three days and three nights, and I will surely defeat you! Even if it's just by a single move!"

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk was in a state of internal conflict, and he didn't even know what he was saying.

Wang Jiuling's internal energy was being depleted more rapidly.

However, after a prolonged battle with Wang Jiuling, the Golden Wheel Monk was now panting heavily from exhaustion.

Fortunately, as soon as he was given some distance, Mongol soldiers immediately used arrows to slow down Wang Jiuling's speed.

This is why the Golden Wheel Monk was able to keep stopping Wang Jiuling.

The two fought their way through the river until they reached a point not far from the Han River.

At this time, Guo Jing and the others had already reached the shore by boat.

Guo Jing, with his excellent eyesight, could see from afar that Wang Jiuling had just knocked back the Golden Wheel Monk with a single palm strike and had also killed two approaching Mongol cavalrymen before heading this way.

Guo Jing knew Wang Jiuling's martial arts skills very well. Just by looking at the height of Wang Jiuling's leaps from afar, he knew that Wang Jiuling must have been exhausted.

He wondered if his second brother had been injured and was being chased and beaten by the Golden Wheel Monk.

Thinking of this, Guo Jing was extremely anxious, but because the distance was too far and he couldn't see clearly.

But the boat was still on the river, too far from the shore, and Guo Jing was extremely anxious, yet he couldn't get across.

Yelü Qi shielded his eyes from the sunlight with one hand, clearly uncertain. "Then...is that Brother Qingyang?"

Others were also drawn in and immediately looked up.

"Faster!" Guo Jing rushed to the stern and slapped the water with his palm, trying to use the reaction force to make the boat go faster.

Having finally gotten closer, Guo Jing could no longer care about anything else.

With a light step, he leaped directly off the bow of the ship.

The others, whose lightness skills weren't as good, could only watch helplessly.

Cheng Ying turned her head to look at the distance and saw other boats. Her lightness skill was not as good as Guo Jing's.

But at that moment, he thought of a good idea and floated towards the ship not far away.

Then, with another leap, he jumped onto another ship.

And so they headed towards the shore.

But some people are faster than them.

High in the sky, a bird's cry echoed through the heavens, and a black dot suddenly appeared in the sky, rapidly growing larger.

It was a giant divine eagle.

At this moment, Yang Guo lay on the back of the Divine Condor, peering nervously at the scene below.

Seeing that Wang Jiuling was locked in battle with the Golden Wheel Monk, he turned and rode the Divine Eagle toward the pursuing Mongol cavalry.

Guo Jing waded through the water until half of his body was soaked before finally reaching the shore.

Ah, I spotted Yang Guo swooping down on his divine eagle at a glance.

A Mongol cavalryman was drawing his bow and preparing to shoot an arrow at Wang Jiuling when the Divine Condor's fan struck him directly in the face.

Instantly, people and horses were thrown off balance and sent flying.

Before they could retaliate, the Divine Eagle had already circled back into the air.

"Fire the arrows! Fire them now!!"

The Mongol soldiers were startled by the giant eagle. How could there be such a big bird?

In the chaos, the centurion ordered the Mongol soldiers to shoot arrows, but the Divine Eagle had already circled high in the sky.

The arrow was shot high up, so it wasn't very powerful to begin with. When it got close, the eagle's wings flapped, and the strong wind blew the arrow down.

"Is it Yang Guo?"

Guo Jing was surprised, but he quickly realized that this was not the time to think about that. He used his lightness skill and quickly headed away into the distance.

I am really impatient.

Wang Jiuling also saw the divine eagle swooping down from behind and was surprised.

"Yang Guo?"

There was no time to think further, because the Golden Wheel Monk caught up with them, his eyes red with anger, ready to fight Wang Jiuling.

Seeing that they were not far from the Han River, Wang Jiuling was too lazy to get entangled with the Golden Wheel Monk any longer. He exchanged a palm strike with the latter and used the momentum to leap towards the riverbank.

Turning around, he saw Guo Jing heading towards them menacingly.

"Second brother, I'm here to help you!"

He shouted loudly, leaving a wet footprint in the ground, and charged towards them with terrifying speed!

The Golden Wheel Monk roared and exchanged two blows with Wang Jiuling before the two separated.

Just as he was about to move forward again, he saw Guo Jing charging towards him menacingly.

Even Wang Jiuling was startled.

The Golden Wheel Monk's expression changed, but by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.

"Second brother! Step back!" Guo Jing roared and attacked fiercely, unleashing the Dragon's Regret.

Before Jinlun Fawang could even see who it was, Guo Jing slapped him away with a single palm strike.

Since they started at the Mongol camp, he had already fought with Wang Jiuling for a hundred or two moves, and his strength was greatly depleted.

Having received a solid palm strike from Guo Jing, he immediately spat out blood, flew backward more than ten steps, and lay on the ground in great pain.

"ah--!"

The Golden Wheel Monk struggled and roared as he got up from the ground.

At that moment, Guo Jing grabbed Wang Jiuling's arm. "Second brother! How are you? Are you hurt?"

Wang Jiuling felt the strength in Guo Jing's hands and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Big brother, I'm fine!"

On the other hand, the Golden Wheel Monk was originally quite impulsive.

Because he had been bullied terribly by Wang Jiuling all along, he finally managed to fight Wang Jiuling to a standstill while Wang Jiuling was exhausted.

So he desperately wanted to prove himself.

But now, Guo Jing's palm strike directly woke Jinlun Fawang up.

He struggled to his feet, spat out another mouthful of blood, and then, disregarding everything else, he turned and ran.

He didn't care how embarrassing it would be when he got back; it was better than dying, right?

Guo Jing was still worried when he saw Wang Jiuling's pale face.

Instead of chasing after the Golden Wheel Monk, he reached out and pressed on Wang Jiuling's acupoints. Seeing that his breathing had eased slightly, he grabbed Wang Jiuling's wrist to check his pulse before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the Mongol cavalry, blocked by Yang Guo and the Condor Heroes, scattered in all directions and had no time to shoot arrows anymore.

Then they saw Song soldiers on the banks of the Han River setting up barricades, ready for battle.

Seeing that they could not catch up with Wang Jiuling, the centurion had no choice but to order a retreat.

Yang Guo rode the Divine Condor, circling high in the sky, ignoring the Mongol soldiers, and peered curiously at Wang Jiuling's location.

His eyes were full of worry.

Seeing that Wang Jiuling seemed to be alright, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he noticed that Guo Jing was looking in their direction.

Remembering his adoptive father, he instinctively patted the eagle's back. "Brother Eagle, let's go first!"

Seeing that the Condor Heroes was about to leave, Wang Jiuling immediately called out, "Yang Guo! Come back!"