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

The trees in the forest grew extremely densely, wild vines entwined thorny bushes, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of rotten leaves, making it difficult to even find a place to step.

Yang Guo carried Cheng Ying on his back and walked at the front.

The heavy iron sword in his hand was now being used as a machete for splitting mountains.

They chopped on the left and smashed on the right, carving a path through the bushes.

Lu Wushuang followed behind, clutching the willow-leaf dagger in her hand, warily watching the surrounding woods.

The official road outside was filled with the neighing of horses and the cursing of Mongol soldiers.

"Horses can't enter the woods, these bastards have to dismount and walk in to search."

Yang Guo spat, stopped, and slammed his heavy sword into the mud.

He held Cheng Ying up with his other hand and bounced her up forcefully.

"Butler Cheng, you look quite thin, but you're surprisingly heavy to carry."

"Your breath is so warm on my neck, are you trying to get down to business again?"

Cheng Ying lay on his back, panting heavily, her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

The internal energy in her dantian began to surge erratically again, and her legs felt so weak that she had no strength left.

"Shut up."

"I can't suppress it with my internal energy."

Cheng Ying's voice was weak, and she couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

"When we get back to Xiangyang, I'll help you suppress it properly."

Yang Guo grinned.

Hearing this from behind, Lu Wushuang snorted coldly.

"shameless."

Yang Guo turned around and glared at her.

"Who are you calling shameless?"

"When we get back to Xiangyang, I'll deal with you first."

"Let's deal with it then, who's afraid of who?"

Lu Wushuang puffed out her chest, refusing to back down.

Yang Guo ignored her and turned to look around at the terrain.

There is a large earthen slope on the left, and at the bottom of the slope is a deep, recessed pit, surrounded by waist-high weeds.

If you hide a few people, you won't be able to tell at all.

"Go over there."

Yang Guo pointed to the pit.

He walked over, put Cheng Ying down, and let her lean against a dry rock at the bottom of the pit.

Lu Wushuang came over and used her sleeve to wipe the soot off Yang Guo's face.

"Husband, there are too many of them. Let's continue running deeper into the mountains."

"This forest is so big, and it's so dark, they definitely won't be able to find us."

Yang Guo slapped her hand away and pulled the heavy sword out of the mud.

"Run my ass!"

"I've been practicing my sword under that broken waterfall in the Sword Tomb for over half a month, and I'm just worried that there's no one to test my skills on me."

"These bastards delivered themselves to my doorstep. I'll bury them all in this forest tonight."

Lu Wushuang panicked and held the willow-leaf scimitar horizontally in front of his chest.

"Then I'll go with you!"

"The meridians in my left leg are all open; I can help you kill someone."

"My cousin will only hold us back, so I'll stay here to protect her."

Yang Guo grabbed her by the back of the neck and pressed her against the edge of the pit.

"You better stay put!"

"Your mediocre skills are only good enough to deal with two or three henchmen."

"There were dozens of people outside, all wearing iron armor, carrying spears, and also carrying bows and arrows."

"If you go, you'll only cause me trouble."

Lu Wushuang was unconvinced and muttered under her breath.

"You look down on people."

"I just chopped off that centurion's hand."

Yang Guo reached out and slapped her hard on the back, making a crisp sound.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I told you to stay put, so stay put."

"You take the knife and stand guard next to your cousin."

"If any escapees manage to sneak over, then you can take action."

Lu Wushuang rubbed her back, blushing as she nodded in agreement.

Yang Guo turned to look at Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying leaned against the earthen slope, clutching her stomach with both hands, sweating profusely from the pain.

Yang Guo squatted down, and with his large hand, he lifted the hem of her Taoist robe and pressed it onto her flat stomach.

Cheng Ying shuddered, wanting to dodge, but she had no strength to do so.

Yang Guo channeled a stream of pure Yang energy into Cheng Ying, forcibly suppressing her chaotic internal force.

"Butler Cheng, you really need to work on your health."

"I'll be right back."

"Keep an eye on your cousin and don't let her run around."

Cheng Ying felt the heat coming from her lower abdomen, bit her lip and nodded.

Be careful.

"Mongolians are ruthless; don't fight them head-on."

Yang Guo grinned, stood up, picked up his heavy sword, and disappeared into the bushes.

Along the official road, all the Mongol soldiers dismounted.

The leader, a commander of a thousand men, was wearing heavy iron armor and carrying a curved sword, loudly issuing orders.

Fifty or sixty soldiers were divided into five small teams, carrying torches as they searched into the woods.

Yang Guo hid behind a huge tree that would take three people to encircle.

Three Mongol soldiers walked over carrying torches, muttering incoherently, and poking around in the grass with their spears.

Yang Guo didn't utter a sound, he even held his breath.

When the three soldiers reached the tree, Yang Guo raised his right leg, channeled 30% of his innate true energy into his toes, and kicked the soldier in the lead in the stomach.

Before the soldier could even utter a sound, his stomach deflated.

He was sent flying backward, crashing into a tree trunk behind him. Several of his bones were broken, and he died on the spot.

The remaining two soldiers hadn't reacted yet.

Yang Guo had already swung his heavy sword.

The black iron greatsword whistled through the air and struck the two men directly in the chest.

Both men coughed up blood, their sternums shattered, and they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Yang Guo did not linger.

He bent down, picked up a torch, and threw it into a haystack a dozen steps to his right.

The torch landed on the dry grass and immediately caught fire.

The Mongol soldiers in the distance saw the fire and all ran towards this side.

"Over there!"

"Grab them!"

Someone shouted in broken Mandarin.

Yang Guo took the opportunity to circle around to their side.

A dozen soldiers, each carrying a spear, lined up and charged toward the fire.

Yang Guo burst out of the bushes to the side, sweeping his heavy sword horizontally.

The three outermost soldiers had their legs broken by the heavy sword and fell to the ground screaming in agony.

Yang Guo didn't even look at him and strode forward.

He used the Snake-like Leap and Fox-like Turn Technique from the Nine Yin Manual to slide two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) along the ground, dodging several incoming arrows.

Yang Guo steadied himself and pointed with his left index finger.

The golden aura of One-Finger Divine Skill pierced through the night and struck an archer on the forehead.

The archer fell straight down, a bloody hole in his forehead.

Yang Guo pushed off with his feet and charged straight into the crowd.

Greatswords do not require techniques.

Just smash it.

Smash it on the head, smash it.

Smash your shoulder, and your shoulder will collapse.

Yang Guo put all the strength he had honed under the waterfall to use.

He didn't use his full strength; he only used half his power in each strike.

Once you've hit something, stop and use the recoil to move on to the next target.

Half of the dozen or so soldiers died in the blink of an eye.

The remaining soldiers were terrified, dropped their spears, and turned to run back.

Yang Guo did not give chase, but retreated into the darkness with his sword in hand.

Upon hearing the screams, the commander led over thirty soldiers to the scene.

The ground was littered with corpses and broken spears.

The commander was so angry that he roared and waved his scimitar wildly while cursing in Mongolian.

He had his men form a circle, and lit all the torches, illuminating the surroundings.

Yang Guo stood on a branch of a large tree, looking down at the people below.

He touched his chin and grinned.

"These idiots, hanging around like this, aren't they just asking for trouble?"

Yang Guo jumped down from the tree, his heavy sword crashing directly into the middle of the crowd.

Two soldiers were smashed into a bloody pulp, their blood splattering all over the faces of those nearby.

The crowd scattered instantly, and spears were all aimed at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo neither dodged nor evaded, but swung his heavy sword in a wide arc, drawing a large circle around himself.

The wooden spear shaft broke in two when it touched the heavy iron sword.

Yang Guo burst into laughter.

"My sword weighs seventy or eighty pounds, and you're trying to fight me with firewood sticks?"