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

The Golden Wheel Dharma King sat in his wooden wheelchair, his hand that had been holding prayer beads stopped.

He stared at the inconspicuous black sword in Yang Guo's hand, his brows furrowed into a knot.

"Dalba, don't underestimate him. This little thief's weapon is strange. Use your full strength!"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King loudly reminded him.

Darba shook his numb shoulders and responded with a heavy breath.

He stared intently at Yang Guo with his large, bell-like eyes, his bones cracking as he gripped them.

Guo Jing leaned against a rock, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

He could tell that although Yang Guo had the upper hand with his sword just now, his opponent was, after all, a master of innate strength, and naturally possessed immense power.

"Guo'er, don't be reckless! This monk is naturally strong. Although your sword is heavy, you will suffer greatly in a prolonged battle!"

Guo Jing shouted urgently.

Yang Guo turned around and glanced at Guo Jing.

"Uncle Guo, don't worry. This big oaf is just intimidating. If it really comes down to it, I can walk him like a dog."

Yang Guo spoke casually, but his palms were actually sweating profusely.

This heavy sword made of black iron is really too heavy.

The impact of that head-on collision left his hands still numb.

If he continued to smash into the enemy like that a few more times, his own arms would probably be crippled before the enemy even fell.

Yang Guo secretly pondered to himself, "We have to change our tactics."

Darba roared and charged forward again.

This time he learned his lesson and stopped raising his weapon high. Instead, he simply held the 64-pound vajra horizontally in front of him.

He charged straight at Yang Guo like a mad boar.

The vajra, weighing over a thousand pounds, brought with it a sharp whistling sound.

The rubble around us was whipped up by the strong wind and stung our faces.

Lu Wushuang hid behind a pile of rocks, stamping her feet in frustration.

"Sister Cheng, that big guy is like a bull, can my husband handle him?"

Lu Wushuang asked anxiously in a low voice.

Cheng Ying gripped the cloth bag tightly in her hands, not daring to blink.

"Brother Yang has always acted with discretion. Let's hold back for now to avoid distracting him."

On the open ground, Darba had already rushed up to Yang Guo.

The roaring vajra, imbued with immense power, swept fiercely toward Yang Guo's waist.

If that hits hard, the person will definitely be broken in two.

Yang Guo did not choose to take the hit head-on.

He gripped the heavy sword tightly with both hands, slid his foot to the left, and turned his body to nimbly avoid the powerful blow.

At the same time, he used the momentum to sweep the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword to his side.

clang!

The vajra slammed heavily onto the broad spine of the sword.

Using the force of the impact, Yang Guo drifted back three steps, completely dissipating Darba's force.

Darba's attack missed, and he was exhausted. He staggered forward two steps involuntarily.

Yang Guo seized the opportunity, swung his heavy sword halfway around in his hand, and with a loud crack, slammed the broad blade into Darba's back.

Darba felt as if a huge boulder had hit his back, let out a muffled groan, and fell forward in a sorry state, landing face-first in the dirt.

Huo Du watched in stunned silence.

He never imagined that his powerful senior brother would be so easily defeated by Yang Guo.

"Senior brother, what are you doing! Get up and beat him up!"

Huo Du was so anxious that he shouted and yelled.

Darba pushed himself up with both hands and stood up again.

He patted the dirt off his body, turned around, and his eyes were completely red.

"You pretty boy, you dare to cheat!"

Darba was so angry that he yelled loudly.

Yang Guo planted the heavy sword in the ground, held the hilt with both hands, and couldn't help but laugh.

"You big oaf, fighting isn't like carrying bricks. What good is brute strength alone? Is your brain filled with tofu dregs or something?"

Darba couldn't stand this insult. He gripped the vajra tightly with both hands and charged forward again in a frenzy.

This time, Darba's moves became extremely crazy.

He swung the heavy vajra into a dark golden light, which crashed down on Yang Guo from all directions.

Knowing that prolonged defense would inevitably lead to defeat, Yang Guo immediately activated the Qiankun Technique, continuously channeling his true energy into the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging straight into the overwhelming mass of light and shadow.

There are no fancy sword moves, only the most basic slashing, chopping, parrying, and blocking.

With absolute weight and powerful internal force, any exquisite moves become useless.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The deafening clang of weapons clashing echoed through the valley like the forging of iron.

Countless sparks flew in all directions, illuminating the intertwined figures of the two.

Guo Jing, watching from the side, almost stopped breathing.

He initially thought Yang Guo was just acting impulsively, but he never expected that Yang Guo could fight steadily under Darba's fierce attacks.

Moreover, Yang Guo's swordsmanship is ancient and profound, with each strike exuding an incomparably domineering aura.

That swordsmanship is incredibly powerful!

Where did Yang Guo learn such a unique skill?

Guo Jing was deeply shocked.

After more than twenty rounds of intense fighting, Darba's movements gradually slowed down.

The 64-pound vajra, coupled with the continuous exertion of all his strength, greatly depleted his physical strength.

His dark face was covered in sweat, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.

Yang Guo's situation wasn't much better.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword was much heavier than the Vajra Pestle, and even with the support of his innate true energy, his arms were already aching unbearably.

We absolutely cannot delay any longer.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and decided to end the battle quickly.

Darba raised his vajra high once more, preparing to deliver a powerful and heavy blow.

Yang Guo astutely spotted the flaw in Darba's moves.

Instead of trying to block the falling vajra, he suddenly ducked down.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and unleashed a fierce upward slash.

With this sword strike, Yang Guo used all of his internal energy.

The jet-black heavy sword whipped up a whistling gust of wind and slammed hard into the middle of the vajra.

clang!

A deafeningly loud bang instantly echoed throughout the surrounding area.

Darba's arms trembled violently, his tiger's mouth was instantly torn open, and blood splattered everywhere.

He could no longer hold onto the weapon in his hand, and the vajra flew out of his grasp.

The vajra tumbled through the air several times before crashing heavily into a distant stone wall, creating a huge crater.

The momentum of Yang Guo's heavy sword had not diminished, and with a loud crack, the broad spine of the sword slammed into Darba's chest.

Darba's massive body, weighing two or three hundred pounds, was sent flying backward.

He fell heavily onto the muddy ground more than 30 feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled for a few moments but ultimately couldn't get up.

The valley fell silent instantly, with only the whistling wind remaining.

Huo Du was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he unconsciously hid behind the Golden Wheel Monk.

Guo Jing stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

That was a top master of the Tantric sect, yet Yang Guo completely defeated him in a head-on confrontation.

Lu Wushuang excitedly waved her fist from behind the rock.

"Well done! My husband is amazing!"

Cheng Ying also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Yang Guo planted the heavy sword in the ground, braced his hands on the hilt, and gasped for breath.

He raised his head, looked at the Golden Wheel Monk not far away, and grinned.

"Old bald monk, your apprentice isn't very good. Why don't you come down and play with me yourself?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King sat in a wheelchair, his face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

He stared intently at Yang Guo, and crushed the string of prayer beads in his hand to pieces.

"Good lad, you've really impressed me after just a few months."

"Today, this old monk will personally perform the ritual to guide you to the afterlife!"

"Master is so valiant! If Master were to make a move, this brat would surely be beaten to a pulp!"

Huo Du immediately began to flatter him.

The Golden Wheel Monk glanced sideways at Huo Du and said coldly:

"Good disciple, go and join forces with your senior brother to kill that brat!"