Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The cold tip of the dagger was pressed against Yang Guo's carotid artery on the side of his neck, even cutting through a layer of skin and drawing out a thin line of blood.

Life and death are separated by a single breath.

Zhao Zhijing's longsword had also blocked the left path, and the cruel smile on his face had widened to the extreme, as if he could already see Yang Guo's tragic scene of blood splattering five steps away.

"Attack his 'Qimen'! Retreat three steps, then use a sideways strike, aiming at 'Xuanji'!"

From the corner, a clear and urgent voice suddenly rang out.

It's Li Mochou.

Although she was unable to move, her eyes remained sharp. She had fought against the Quanzhen Sect's swordsmanship for half her life, and no matter how exquisite the two men's Yin-Yang Sword Formation was, in her eyes it was nothing more than a trick full of flaws.

Yang Guo didn't have time to think.

The body works faster than the brain.

He twisted his waist, his whole body seemingly boneless, bending backward at an extremely bizarre angle. This was the "Snake's Leap and Fox's Turn" movement technique from the Nine Yin Manual, supple as if boneless, yet as fast as lightning.

Yin Zhiping's determined thrust grazed Yang Guo's nose, severing a lock of his hair.

"Qimen, is that right? Okay!"

As Yang Guo was falling backward, he did not use his Gentleman's Sword to defend, but instead followed Li Mochou's instructions and thrust diagonally to the right without regard for anything else.

That spot was originally empty.

But just as Yang Guo drew his sword, Yin Zhiping, due to the missed move, was thrown into the air by inertia, and the opening under his ribs was right in front of Yang Guo's sword tip.

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

Although the Gentleman's Sword has no edge, the sword energy, infused with sixteen years of pure internal strength, still struck Yin Zhiping's Qimen acupoint heavily, like an iron hammer.

"Ugh!"

Yin Zhiping screamed as half his body went numb instantly. He could no longer hold the withered wooden dagger in his hand, and it clattered to the ground. He staggered back several steps, his face turning a deep purplish-red, a sign that he had lost his breath.

The strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" resulted in a successful attack.

Using the momentum, Yang Guo rolled away, instantly creating distance between himself and Zhao Zhijing, and stood firm again. He wiped the blood from his neck, grinned at Li Mochou in the corner, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Thanks, honey!"

An unnatural blush flashed across Li Mochou's pale face, then she glared at him fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense! Step on the 'Kun' position with your left hand, sword across your chest, guard the 'Shanzhong' point!"

Yang Guo's eyes sharpened, and he immediately did as instructed.

Just as he took his position, Zhao Zhijing's cunning sword, as treacherous as a venomous snake, came stabbing at Yang Guo's horizontal blade with a "clang."

If it had been a moment earlier, Yang Guo wouldn't have arrived yet; if it had been a moment later, Zhao Zhijing could have changed his move.

This sword strike was so awkward, it was as if Zhao Zhijing himself had offered his sword to Yang Guo to block it.

"This...how is this possible?" Zhao Zhijing's wrist went numb from the shock, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

He abruptly turned to look at Li Mochou, his eyes filled with venom: "Witch! How dare you ruin my plans!"

Li Mochou completely ignored him, her beautiful eyes fixed on the battle, her lips moving rapidly: "Yin Zhiping's right arm is numb, attack his lower body! Zhao Zhijing's swordplay is light and agile, use heavy techniques to press down on his sword spine! Advance from three directions, break through the middle!"

At this moment, Li Mochou seemed to have become the manipulator of a puppet.

Yang Guo was the most perfect puppet.

He's even more terrifying than a perfect puppet. Because he's not only obedient, he can also act.

"Alright! Watch closely!"

Yang Guo let out a long roar, and the broken iron sword in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds. He didn't need any fancy moves; he simply swung the greatsword like a club, following the direction pointed out by Li Mochou, and smashed it down hard.

"clang!"

Zhao Zhijing had no choice but to raise his sword to parry. The two swords clashed, sparks flying. He felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, his knees buckled, and he almost knelt down.

"This move is called 'Splitting Mount Hua'!" Yang Guo teased as he smashed the stone, "Uncle Zhao, your stance isn't very stable. Did you get weak in the knees from spending so much time with your mistresses?"

Zhao Zhijing was furious and yelled, trying to change his move, but Yang Guo's sword was too heavy and too fast, and every move was aimed at the openings that he had to defend, leaving him no way to retaliate.

"Junior Brother Yin! What are you still standing there for! Go!" Zhao Zhijing roared.

After catching his breath, Yin Zhiping picked up the dagger and, with red eyes, was about to rush forward.

"Yin Zhiping's energy is unstable, attack his left shoulder 'Yunmen'!" Li Mochou's voice rang out at the right time.

Yang Guo chuckled, not even glancing at Yin Zhiping, and swung his sword backhand at him.

"Snapped!"

The back of the sword struck Yin Zhiping squarely on the shoulder.

Yin Zhiping's newly gathered inner energy was instantly dispersed, and he spun around in a circle, looking utterly disheveled.

"Hey, Master, how come you turned 'The Immortal Points the Way' into 'Blind Man Catching Fish'?" Yang Guo teased. "It seems you've wasted your time practicing the Quanzhen Sect's skills."

The situation reversed instantly.

Yang Guo, who was originally in grave danger, was able to overpower two Quanzhen Sect masters with the help of Li Mochou, the "strongest cheat code".

He got better and better at it.

From initially awkwardly following instructions to later fully understanding them.

He even began to incorporate his own understanding into Li Mochou's guidance. The Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual circulated wildly within his body, gradually smoothing out the somewhat turbulent internal energy, which then burst forth with his sword moves.

Each sword strike was accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder.

The true brilliance of the Chongyang Sword Technique was only revealed at this moment.

Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

This kid... he seems like a completely different person?

Just a moment ago he was a reckless brute who only knew how to swing and slash wildly, how come every move he makes now is so skillful? Could this kid have been playing dumb all along?

"This is impossible..." Yin Zhiping gasped for breath, his eyes filled with fear. "He's only been up the mountain for a few days? Even if he practiced martial arts in the womb, he couldn't possibly be this powerful!"

Zhao Zhijing felt a chill run down his spine.

He discovered that Li Mochou's understanding of the Quanzhen Swordplay was simply outrageous. Even his most prized move, "Reverse Seven Stars," was exposed by Li Mochou the moment he raised his hand, and Yang Guo had preemptively blocked his escape route.

If this fight continues, he and Yin Zhiping will both be killed here in less than thirty moves!

"Damn it! Damn vixen!" Zhao Zhijing said, desperately trying to defend himself while glancing maliciously at the corner of his eye.

Although Li Mochou kept talking, her pale face and fine beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed her weakness at that moment.

She only has one mouth.

She can't move.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes.

Since we can't deal with the one with the sword, let's deal with the one in command!

If Li Mochou is killed, Yang Guo will be thrown into chaos. Then, neither of those two will escape!

"Junior brother!" Zhao Zhijing suddenly shouted, "Use the 'Big Dipper' footwork to entangle him! I'm going to kill that demoness!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Zhijing suddenly jerked his longsword, disregarding the heavy sword Yang Guo was throwing at him, and risked internal injury to forcefully change his move.

"puff!"

The two swords clashed, and a bloody gash appeared on Zhao Zhijing's shoulder.

But using the force of the recoil, he shot off like an arrow, not towards Yang Guo, but towards Li Mochou in the corner!

"not good!"

Yang Guo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was being harassed by Yin Zhiping like a mad dog. Hearing Zhao Zhijing's roar, Yin Zhiping seemed to understand something and rushed forward without regard for his own life, tightly grabbing the Gentleman's Sword in Yang Guo's hand.

"Let go!" Yang Guo roared, kicking Yin Zhiping in the stomach.

Yin Zhiping coughed up a mouthful of blood, but refused to let go, a crazed and twisted smile on his face: "Want to save that witch? Dream on! Senior brother, kill her! Kill her now!"

And that's how it got delayed.

Zhao Zhijing had already rushed up to Li Mochou.

Five steps.

Three steps.

The long sword gleamed with a ferocious, cold light in the dim cave, aiming straight for Li Mochou's heart.

Li Mochou watched the sword tip getting closer and closer.

She tried to dodge, but her body felt as if it weren't her own, remaining completely still.

A hint of despair finally flashed in her usually proud and aloof eyes.

Am I going to die?

To die at the hands of this despicable and shameless scoundrel?

Yeah.

It's better than being humiliated.

She closed her eyes, without screaming or begging for mercy. Even in her last moment, the image that flashed through her mind wasn't Lu Zhanyuan, but the boy who was now roaring in anger to save her.

"In the next life..."

She sighed softly to herself.

"Zhao Zhijing!!!"

A thunderous roar exploded in the cave.

As Yang Guo watched that scene, he felt his blood run cold and a surge of violent energy erupt from his chest.

He disregarded the longsword that Yin Zhiping was holding and immediately let go.

Her chest was completely exposed.

"Get the hell out of my way!!!"

At this moment, Yang Guo had no martial arts moves in his mind.

The Chongyang Sword Technique and the Quanzhen Dao were all thrown to the back of their minds.

He only knows a little bit.

He would never forgive himself if that woman died in front of him.

Deep within his dantian, the pure yang internal energy that had been dormant was ignited in a fit of extreme anger and anxiety.

heat.

My fingertips are burning hot.

Zhao Zhijing felt a strong gust of wind behind him.

If he were to strike with his sword, Li Mochou would surely die. However, Yang Guo would also collide with him from behind. The terrifying momentum would mean that even if he killed Li Mochou, he himself would likely be severely injured by Yang Guo's attack.

He did it to save his own life, not to die together with a demoness.

Zhao Zhijing's instinct to value his life led him to back down at the last moment.

"You're lucky you survived!"

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth, twisted his wrist, and forced his longsword to retreat. He then thrust it behind him, attempting to force Yang Guo back.

But he underestimated Yang Guo's determination.

They also underestimated Yang Guo's condition at that moment.

Yang Guo did not dodge when Zhao Zhijing thrust his sword back.

"laugh!"

The longsword pierced Yang Guo's left shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere.

But Yang Guo didn't even flinch. Instead of retreating, he advanced, letting the longsword get stuck in his bone. Using the momentum, he instantly closed in on Zhao Zhijing.

Those eyes were now bloodshot, like those of a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

"You old bastard!"

"You dare touch her!"

With that roar, Yang Guo raised his right hand.

A faint golden glow appeared on his index finger.

Although it is not yet fully formed and still has a somewhat raw quality.

But that pure, powerful, and indestructible aura made the hairs on Zhao Zhijing's body stand on end.

One-Finger Divine Skill!