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

The Nine Yang Divine Skill provides immense benefits in all aspects, truly turning the rotten into the miraculous.

Not to mention that Wang Jiuling's innate martial arts were powerful and his Quanzhen swordsmanship was exquisite.

Li Mochou felt a chill pierce her heart, alarm bells rang in her mind, and she widened her eyes, hurriedly using her lightness skill to dodge.

She underestimated Wang Jiuling too much, attacking from mid-air from the very beginning, leaving him with almost no leverage.

Wang Jiuling changed his sword technique, switching from a thrust to a parry.

This forced Li Mochou, who had finally managed to gain leverage, to flip over again, and she stumbled and nearly fell when she landed.

She looked at Wang Jiuling in disbelief, her grip on the whisk tightening.

What a fast sword!

Moreover, when she used the floating duster to parry just now, that kid's sword was incredibly powerful! It sent her flying.

Li Mochou almost wondered if she was still asleep.

Is that correct?

We haven't seen each other for two or three years, have you taken some kind of magic pill and improved so quickly?

"You little thief! You..." Li Mochou wanted to ask for clarification, but Wang Jiuling didn't give her a chance to breathe and used "Vast Waves" again.

The innate Nine Yang True Qi within the body is also attached to the sword.

This sword strike seemed to transform into countless shadows, and Li Mochou felt as if the sword's momentum was crashing down on her like a torrential rain.

Before the sword even arrived, the incredibly powerful true energy had already blown the hair on Li Mochou's forehead.

Li Mochou was no pushover either. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and retreated rapidly, waving her whisk in her hand to neutralize the sword's force with her own internal energy.

The difference becomes apparent when internal force is used.

Li Mochou's internal strength was actually quite profound, but Wang Jiuling's Nine Yang Divine Skill was no joke, and his internal strength was equally profound.

Moreover, the Innate Nine Yang True Qi was refined by combining the Innate Skill and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, making it incredibly pure.

Li Mochou's internal energy struck Wang Jiuling's sword, but it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, constantly being consumed.

If you can exert seven-tenths of your strength, that's already quite good.

This made Li Mochou even more alarmed.

The two fought for more than twenty moves, seemingly evenly matched, but Wang Jiuling, relying on his innate Nine Yang True Qi, clearly had a slight advantage.

At this moment, Li Mochou barely managed to sweep Wang Jiuling away with a whisk, and the two faced off across the street.

Li Mochou clenched her teeth, her expression a picture of utter brilliance.

"You little thief! What kind of martial arts are you practicing?!"

Wang Jiuling twirled his sword. "Or you can hand over the antidote now!"

"Otherwise, you can go to the underworld and ask King Yama!"

Without a word, Wang Jiuling drew his sword and thrust, which completely enraged Li Mochou.

"Want the antidote? Dream on!"

If word got out that she had fought a young man to a standstill, wouldn't her reputation as the Crimson Serpent Fairy be damaged?

Li Mochou also waved her whisk.

At this moment, the onlookers in the distance were all stunned.

"Who is that warrior? How could he possibly fight so spectacularly against Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy?"

"They seem to be from the Quanzhen Sect! What kind of Sword-Holding Elder is that!"

"The Quanzhen Sect has a Sword-Holding Elder? How come I didn't know that?"

Shh! Keep watching!

At this moment, Wang Jiuling was using the Golden Goose Skill to leap into the air and force Li Mochou, who was trying to jump onto the roof, back down.

The Golden Goose Skill, enhanced by the innate Nine Yang True Qi, was no weaker than Li Mochou's lightness skill.

As Li Mochou retreated, she struck out towards the open space on Wang Jiuling's left.

"Five Poison Palm!"

Li Mochou's ability to roam the martial arts world was not solely due to her lightness skills and her whisk-wielding abilities.

There's also her Ice Soul Silver Needle and the Five Poison Divine Palm.

This is Li Mochou's signature move.

To her surprise, Wang Jiuling neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead used his own internal energy to meet her palm strike.

The two faced each other palm to palm. On one side was the cold and insidious internal force of the Five Poisons Divine Palm, and on the other side was the supremely yang and powerful, domineering and incomparable innate Nine Yang True Qi.

Li Mochou was surprised at first, but then a look of joy appeared on her face.

Good heavens! This little thief is so arrogant, he actually dared to exchange blows with her?

They're really asking for it!

She thought it was ridiculous that Wang Jiuling didn't use his palms in his otherwise excellent swordsmanship.

But the next second, Li Mochou's expression changed.

The sensation coming from my palm felt wrong.

She felt a terrifying surge of pure Yang energy sweep over her, and her own Yin-cold internal energy was almost instantly suppressed when it encountered that pure Yang energy.

Wang Jiuling, however, remained calm and composed.

The Five Poison Palm is powerful because it is both cold and poisonous.

But coincidentally, this is exactly what the Nine Yang Divine Skill is least afraid of!

What happened next was obvious: the poisonous nature of the Five Poison Palm was said to penetrate Wang Jiuling's body, and even the true energy in Wang Jiuling's palm could not penetrate it.

The two men faced each other palm to palm, each increasing the pressure.

Sweat began to bead on Li Mochou's forehead, and her beautiful face displayed an incredibly complex expression.

The exchange of blows was extremely taxing on internal energy, and Li Mochou's internal energy was already beginning to weaken.

Strangely, Wang Jiuling on the other side had a rosy complexion, and his palm strike showed no signs of weakening.

boom!

After the two separated, Wang Jiuling only took two or three steps back before regaining his balance.

But Li Mochou was sent flying backward seven or eight steps.

He staggered and stopped, his right hand was numb.

In this exchange of blows, Li Mochou lost!

It's unbelievable that she, who had cultivated her inner strength diligently for over thirty years, was defeated by a mere youth.

Just two or three years ago, this boy was being chased all over the streets by her!

"The antidote! Hand it over!!"

Wang Jiuling squinted, pointing his long sword at Li Mochou.

Li Mochou, already known for her madness, was now deathly pale with rage. Her voice trembled. "Go to hell!!"

Ignoring everything else, she launched another attack.

Sixty moves.

Eighty moves.

One hundred moves.

The two figures separated again. Li Mochou's face was pale, she was panting heavily, and her hand holding the whisk was trembling. It was clear that she had exhausted her inner strength.

Her Taoist robe was somewhat disheveled, and the right sleeve was torn into strips by the internal energy from the palm strike.

It was truly a sorry state of affairs.

But Wang Jiuling, who was opposite her, seemed completely unaffected, his protective inner energy showing no signs of weakening.

Li Mochou calmed down completely.

Or rather, she was beaten into submission.

She pointed at Wang Jiuling opposite her in disbelief. "You!"

"Aren't you tired?!"

But Wang Jiuling repeated his words: "Hand over the antidote! Otherwise, this place will be your burial ground!"

Wang Jiuling was unsure whether his Nine Yang Divine Power could help Wu Santong detoxify, so he was determined to get the antidote.

Li Mochou gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes almost spitting fire.

This time, however, she didn't intend to fight again; instead, she took a step and ran away.

To her despair, Wang Jiuling followed without hesitation.

"You little thief! Don't go too far!!"

Li Mochou was at her wits' end, unable to outrun or outfight him, and was truly exasperated.

"The antidote!"

Hearing those two words gave Li Mochou a headache.

"Can't you say anything else?" She finally stopped, panting, and took out a porcelain bottle, throwing it to Wang Jiuling.

She realized that if she didn't give him the antidote today, this little thief would probably really hunt her down to death!

What a damned Taoist priest! He deserves to die!

However, even after Wang Jiuling obtained the antidote, he still relentlessly pursued her, prompting Li Mochou to turn back.

"Didn't I already give you the antidote?!"

Wang Jiuling's face was filled with disdain. "Ha! You, Li Mochou, would hand over the antidote so easily?"

Do you take me for a three-year-old child?

Li Mochou was so angry her nose almost twisted. "Fine! You little thief! You win!!"

She grabbed a passerby and pulled out an Ice Soul Silver Needle, stabbing it into the man's face.

Then he took out another porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and fed it to the passerby.

The passerby's previously dark complexion immediately began to improve.

"Now you believe me, right?!" Li Mochou gritted her teeth and threw the porcelain bottle at Wang Jiuling's side, then turned and ran without hesitation.

"You little thief! I, Li Mochou, will remember this humiliation you have suffered today! Our friendship will endure forever!"

Wang Jiuling caught the porcelain bottle in a flash, looked in the direction Li Mochou had left, snorted coldly, and did not chase after her.

"Consider yourself lucky, I have urgent business to attend to!"

"Next time I catch you, you won't be so lucky!"

He fought Li Mochou for over a hundred moves. Although Wu Santong had his heart meridian protected by his internal energy, he couldn't afford to let the poison get to him.

Wang Jiuling turned and headed back the way he came.