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

The next second, Shahbanu's hand, which was reaching for Guo Fu, stopped, and his expression changed.

A long sword was thrusting straight at him.

Shahbanu could only retreat quickly to avoid the sword strike.

Looking back, he saw a Taoist priest in green robes holding a long sword, looking him up and down.

Wang Jiuling glanced back at Guo Fu, who still had her eyes closed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

If Guo Fu is captured, Guo Jing will be in a difficult situation.

At this moment, Guo Fu slowly opened her eyes and saw someone blocking her way. In her blurry vision, she thought it was Guo Jing.

"Father!" she exclaimed in surprise, but quickly recognized him.

"W-why is it you?"

Realizing she had called him by the wrong name, Guo Fu was quite embarrassed, but Wang Jiuling didn't pay any attention to what she was saying.

He twirled the longsword in his hand.

He didn't even bother to ask Shahbanu's name before drawing his sword and thrusting it at him.

His movements were as swift as lightning, and his swordplay as fast as the wind.

So fast!

Shahbanu's pupils contracted, and he raised his scimitar in both hands to block.

Shahbanu's martial arts style was incredibly strange. He swung his curved swords continuously with both hands, his feet light and agile, and in an instant, he flashed to Wang Jiuling's side.

He swung his knife and slashed with a clanging sound.

Wang Jiuling used the "Dingyang Needle" for defense, which concealed an attack within its defense. It not only blocked Shahbanu's offensive but also, with a swift flick of his longsword, forced Shahbanu back.

"Sex-eyed person?"

Wang Jiuling squinted, staring at Shahbanu in front of him.

The person in front of him reminded him of Yin Kexi.

"And who are you?!"

At this moment, Shahbanu was also staring at Wang Jiuling.

He was a renowned master in Persia, and considered himself no less skilled than the so-called top masters of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Today I met this young Taoist priest. He looks to be only a teenager, but his martial arts skills are so high.

This greatly shocked Shahbanu, who was new to the Central Plains.

Could it be that any random Taoist priest in the Central Plains martial arts world has such abilities?

Wang Jiuling did not reply, but simply swept his longsword, unleashing the move "Vast Waves".

Instantly, the sword energy enveloped Shahbanu like a gentle drizzle.

As they approached, they swept over the area like ocean waves.

Shahbanu deflected the attack with a flurry of twin swords.

The two exchanged thirty or forty blows in the blink of an eye. After Shahbanu blocked Wang Jiuling's longsword once again, he suddenly retreated.

At this moment, the tiger's mouth of his hand holding the two knives was numb.

He looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him with a serious expression, feeling utterly shocked.

What kind of martial art is that?

At first, he and the Taoist were evenly matched, but after only a dozen or twenty moves, the Taoist's internal energy surged like ocean waves.

The internal energy was layered upon layer, continuous and seemingly inexhaustible.

After thirty moves, Shahbanu was already at a disadvantage.

Shahbanu was having second thoughts. He looked toward Guo Fu's location, intending to have his two men abandon Da Wu and Xiao Wu, then take Guo Fu hostage, and escape while he did so.

But then, halfway there, Lu Qingdu returned with several fourth-generation disciples after hearing the sounds of fighting behind him.

"Senior brother! It's our martial uncle who's back!"

"It really is my martial uncle!"

As soon as Lu Qingdu saw Wang Jiuling return, he immediately lost his previous cowardly demeanor.

"Get them!"

He led his men to surround the two Mongolian experts.

Shahbanu was startled when he saw this. He squinted and secretly hid a handful of lime powder in his hand.

"Look at the knife!"

He feigned an attack to attract Wang Jiuling's attention, then threw out a handful of lime powder and ran away.

However, he underestimated Wang Jiuling. The lime powder was blown away by Wang Jiuling's surging innate Nine Yang True Qi as soon as it reached him.

Shahbanu had only run a few steps when he felt a chill down his back and quickly turned around to defend himself.

Wang Jiuling's sword strike was powerful and heavy, forcing Shahbanu to retreat.

Wang Jiuling's sword thrust at him again.

Shahbanu, who was already at a disadvantage, became even more determined to retreat, and his momentum completely collapsed.

After another dozen or so moves, Wang Jiuling had driven him to the brink of despair.

He tried to run, but Wang Jiuling's Golden Goose Skill allowed him to easily catch up with him.

when!

Shahbanu's face was filled with terror as his scimitar was knocked away by the longsword.

He had gone mad, resorting to lime powder, hidden weapons, and other methods, but Wang Jiuling's protective inner energy was simply unstoppable.

puff!

The sound of a longsword piercing flesh rang out. Shahbanu dropped the hidden weapon in his hand to the ground, raised his hand to grab the longsword that was stuck in his heart, and stared intently at the Taoist priest in front of him.

"I refuse to accept this! How could the martial arts world of the Central Plains be so...so terrifying?"

"What...what's your name...let me...die knowing why!"

The next second, the longsword was drawn, and when it reappeared, Shahbanu's head was already flying high in the air.

Wang Jiuling turned and headed back the way he came.

"Why make such a fuss about a dead man..."

At this moment, the two Mongolian masters in the Guo residence were surrounded and being attacked, and they were extremely anxious.

"What do we do? Grandpa Shahbanu has run away!"

"Let's run too!"

Lu Qingdu then displayed great courage, leading his men to relentlessly entangle the two.

When Wang Jiuling returned, he swiftly and skillfully killed two Mongolian masters with a single sword strike.

Lu Qingdu came running over excitedly.

"Uncle-Master, I was just about to take some men to fetch reinforcements..."

He felt a little guilty about running away earlier, but Wang Jiuling glanced at him and didn't take it to heart.

Guo Fu's life was important, but Lu Qingdu and the others were Wang Jiuling's fellow disciples.

If he really died, how would Wang Jiuling explain it after returning to Quanzhen?

At this moment, Guo Fu walked over with Da Wu and Xiao Wu, who were covered in bruises and grimacing.

Guo Fu still looked scared. She glanced at Lu Qingdu and the others, her face full of disgust.

Then he looked at Wang Jiuling.

"You...I...I..."

Guo Fu still remembered the awkwardness of calling Wang Jiuling "father" earlier, and now she couldn't bring herself to say thank you.

Finally, he forced out, "Why did it take you so long to get back..."

Wang Jiuling merely glanced at him, nodded slightly, and remained silent.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the Guo residence.

Huang Rong rushed back with several Beggars' Sect disciples. When she saw the tragic scene at the entrance of the Guo Mansion, her face turned pale.

Rushing into the courtyard, he immediately saw Wang Jiuling and the others, with Guo Fu, Da Wu, and Xiao Wu standing beside Wang Jiuling.

"mother!"

At a call, Guo Fu ran over and threw herself into Huang Rong's arms.

Huang Rong caught her daughter, patted her back, and looked up at Wang Jiuling and the others.

When he saw Lu Qingdu, a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the dog-beating stick in his hand.

"Chief Huang!"

Wang Jiuling cupped his hands and recounted what had just happened.

"I have already killed that expert, but I am powerless to help the Guo family suffer losses!"

Guo Fu nodded at this moment.

She was spoiled and willful, but not entirely stupid; she knew that Wang Jiuling had saved her.

Although he remained stubborn, he eventually explained everything to Huang Rong.

"It was...he who saved me."

Knowing her daughter's personality, Huang Rong personally thanked Wang Jiuling on Guo Fu's behalf.

"Chief Huang, you're too kind. I will do my best to fulfill Brother Guo's request. However, the Mongols seem to have been keeping an eye on the city for some time now, so we must remain vigilant!"

At this moment, Lu Qingdu's eyes darted around, and he stepped forward and said:

"Uncle-Master, could the thief from last night have been that Mongol?"

Wang Jiuling didn't speak, but simply shook his head slightly.

He didn't think so. Guo Fu said that the thief used a sword, but the Semu man's weapon was a scimitar.

Huang Rong held Guo Fu in her arms, and her gaze toward Lu Qingdu became increasingly strange.