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

The Golden Wheel Dharma King stood up, ripped off his tattered kasaya, revealing a dark gold monk's robe underneath.

He reached into the cloth bag at his waist and pulled out five metal wheels of different sizes.

Five wheels—gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead—spun rapidly between his hands, emitting a strange buzzing sound.

Guo Jing clutched his chest and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Guo'er, be careful! This is the Five Wheels Technique of the Tantric School. These five wheels are all different in weight and fly out in different ways. This Tibetan monk has extremely high internal strength. You must not be careless!"

Yang Guo slung the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword over his shoulder and waved to Guo Jing, "Uncle Guo, don't worry. This old bald monk is just a charlatan. He thinks he can fool people with a few broken iron rings. Today, I'll smash his iron rings into scrap metal!"

He cursed vehemently, but his palms were actually sweating profusely.

He could clearly feel the terrifying aura emanating from the old monk; it was an extremely dangerous sense of oppression. The old man's internal strength was obviously far superior to his own.

The Golden Wheel Monk snorted coldly and pushed his hands forward sharply.

The golden and silver wheels flew out of his hands in an instant.

The two wheels spun rapidly, whipping up a piercing gust of wind that even swirled sand and gravel into the air. The golden wheel hurtled straight for Yang Guo's head, while the silver wheel slashed towards his knees.

Yang Guo roared, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and slashed fiercely at the golden wheel.

A loud clang echoed through the valley.

Yang Guo felt a sudden tingling and numbness in his arms, and his heavy sword almost flew out of his hand. An extremely powerful internal force surged into his body through the sword, causing his internal organs to churn violently.

Unable to withstand the force, he stumbled back five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the mud.

At the same time, the silver wheel flew past his trouser leg, instantly slicing off a piece of fabric.

Guo Jing slapped his thigh in alarm and shouted, "Guo'er, this foreign monk is already at the peak of the late-stage Innate Realm, while you've only just entered the mid-stage. A direct confrontation will definitely result in a great loss. Quickly retreat!"

Lu Wushuang hid behind a rock, nervously biting her lip: "Cousin, this old monk is too strong, can my husband handle him?"

Cheng Ying gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her palms sweating profusely: "Brother Yang is usually very clever, he must have a way to deal with this, we must not make a sound so that he can concentrate on fighting the enemy."

The Golden Wheel Monk stood still, catching the returning golden and silver wheels. He raised his chin and laughed loudly, "You little thief, is your body made of clay? I only used sixty percent of my power, and you retreated five steps. This time, I'll unleash four wheels, and let's see how you die!"

Yang Guo spat and sneered, "You stinking bald monk, stop bragging! Do you think this is a game of cards? I just slipped and fell. If you've got the guts, throw all those broken iron rings at me!"

Without further ado, the Golden Wheel Monk threw out his weapons in rapid succession, his hands moving like butterflies flitting among flowers.

Gold, silver, bronze, and iron wheels, accompanied by a piercing whistle, came from above, below, left, and right.

The four wheels collided with each other in mid-air, constantly changing their flight path, making it impossible to tell where they were going.

Yang Guo dared not be careless and pushed the Qiankun Technique to its limit, causing the red and black Yuan Qi bead in his dantian to spin wildly.

He instantly filled his arms with true energy, and swung the heavy black iron sword weighing seventy or eighty pounds in a circle, creating an impenetrable black barrier in front of him.

Ding ding ding!

A series of rapid impacts followed.

Yang Guo was forced to retreat repeatedly by the impact of the four wheels. Although the heavy sword was wide and blocked the frontal impact of the wheels, the internal force of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill attached to the wheels was too domineering.

He retreated more than a dozen steps until his back slammed heavily against the cliff face, leaving him nowhere to go.

The four wheels spun in the air and flew back into the hands of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

The Golden Wheel Monk threw his head back and laughed wildly, causing the leaves around him to fall in a rustling sound: "Yang Guo, your heavy sword is indeed a treasure, but unfortunately your internal energy is still too shallow to unleash its full power. Today, this will be your burial ground!"

Huo Du, who had just woken up, leaned against a rock and, seeing this, hurriedly flattered, "Master's skills are unparalleled! This little bastard has no chance of escaping today!"

Yang Guo leaned against the cliff wall, panting heavily, his hands trembling violently.

Taking it head-on is not a solution. This old man's internal strength is far superior to mine. If I take a few more hits, my arms will be ruined.

In a moment of crisis, he suddenly remembered the days when he practiced swordsmanship under the waterfall at Dugu Qiubai's Sword Tomb.

The force of the torrent of water, weighing a ton, is terrifying. If one only knows how to resist it, one would have been swept into the deep pool and drowned long ago. The only way is to go with the flow of the water and use its force against it.

The same principle applies to the old monk's wheel!

Thinking of this, Yang Guo took a deep breath, straightened up, and gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands.

He looked at the other man defiantly: "You old bald monk, stop talking nonsense. You have five wheels, don't you? Show them to grandpa!"

The Golden Wheel Monk flew into a rage: "You ignorant fool, I'll grant your wish!"

He took a deep breath, and his monk's robes instantly bulged, clearly indicating that he had activated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to the ninth level.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King raised both hands in unison.

Five wheels, made of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead, roared out, connecting end to end in mid-air like a long steel dragon, heading straight for Yang Guo's chest.

Guo Jing closed his eyes in anguish, unable to bear watching any longer. He knew the power of this move; the Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Dipper Formation had been forcibly shattered by it.

Lu Wushuang was so anxious that she tried to rush forward, but Cheng Ying held her tightly.

"Don't go! You'll only be throwing your life away if you go!" Cheng Ying shouted through tears.

Yang Guo stared intently at the five wheels hurtling towards him. This time, he did not raise his heavy sword to block them.

Just as the golden wheel at the front was about to smash into his face, Yang Guo used the mysterious "Snake Walk and Fox Flip" footwork, seemingly dangerously shifting his body to the left.

At the same time, he held the sword with both hands and gently pressed the broad blade against the edge of the golden wheel.

Instead of striking with force, he gently steered the golden wheel to the right, following its rapid rotation.

The golden wheel's flight path immediately deviated by half a point.

However, this mere slight deviation caused the golden wheel to crash heavily into the silver wheel that followed closely behind.

when!

With a sharp crack, the two wheels instantly lost their footing in the air.

Yang Guo flipped his wrist, and the heavy sword clung to the bronze wheel again. Using the same method, he used the force of the blow to push the bronze wheel towards the iron wheel.

The four wheels collided with each other in mid-air, making a screeching sound, and completely lost control, falling one after another onto the muddy ground.

At this moment, only the last and heaviest lead wheel roared in.

Yang Guo stopped dodging. He shouted loudly, his arm muscles bulging high, and poured all the internal energy of the Qiankun Technique into the heavy sword.

He raised his heavy black iron sword high and slashed down at the lead wheel with the force of a thunderbolt.

Click!

The thick lead wheel was cleaved in a deep crack by the sword and smashed directly into the soil.

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King stood there, stunned, hardly believing his eyes. His proud Five Wheels Great Law had been broken by this young upstart in such a bizarre way.

Yang Guo, however, pressed his advantage relentlessly. Taking advantage of the moment when the Dharma King was stunned, he charged forward at full speed with his heavy sword.

With a powerful push from his feet, he leaped up more than ten feet into the air like a roc spreading its wings, raised the heavy black iron sword high in both hands, and slashed it down at the Dharma King's bald head!

"You old bald monk, take this sword!"

The Dharma King was shocked. Having lost all his weapons, he could only fold his hands together and unleash the full power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique within his body to forcefully receive the sword strike.

The sword and palm clashed, producing a deafening, muffled thud.

Yang Guo was thrown into the air by the recoil and took three steps back before regaining his footing.

The Golden Wheel Monk appeared even more disheveled. The mud beneath his feet collapsed two feet deep, and his burly body could not withstand the immense force of the impact. He staggered back four or five steps before his back slammed heavily against a large tree, snapping the thick tree in half.

Guo Jing opened his eyes, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He thought Yang Guo was doomed to die today, but who would have thought that Yang Guo not only broke the Five Wheels Technique, but also forced this top master of the Tantric sect to retreat.

Lu Wushuang jumped for joy, exclaiming, "My husband is amazing! Kill that old bald monk!"

Cheng Ying also let out a long breath, feeling her legs go weak, and leaned against the rock as if she were exhausted.

Yang Guo leaned his heavy sword on the ground, panting heavily. Looking at the disheveled Golden Wheel Monk, he grinned and said, "Old man, is that all you've got? You brag about being invincible? I think you're just a big braggart. Hurry up and take your two useless disciples back to Mongolia to graze!"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King, his face ashen, got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

He clasped his hands together and suddenly began to mutter a string of obscure and difficult-to-understand Tibetan words.

As the incantation began, his skin started to turn a strange red, and wisps of white steam began to rise from the top of his head.

Guo Jing's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, and he hurriedly shouted, "Guo'er, run! He's forcibly activating the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill; you can't withstand it!"

Yang Guo stood still.

It wasn't that he didn't want to escape, but he found himself locked onto by the other party's violent aura. If he turned to flee now, his back would be full of openings, and he would probably be killed instantly by the Dharma King's palm strike.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, holding his sword horizontally in front of his chest: "Old bald monk, are you planning to fight to the death? Come on! I'll stand right here and see what you can do to me!"

The Golden Wheel Monk suddenly opened his eyes, let out a wild roar, and transformed into a blur as he rushed straight towards Yang Guo.

That's incredibly fast!

Yang Guo didn't even have a chance to swing his sword to fight back; he could only hold the heavy sword horizontally in front of him and defend himself.

The Dharma King's palms, carrying the force of an overwhelming tide, slammed solidly onto the broad blade of the heavy sword.

boom!

Yang Guo felt an irresistible force strike him, sending him flying backwards with his sword. He tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily into the grass a dozen steps away.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining a large area of ​​his chest red.

"My lord!"

Lu Wushuang cried out in surprise and hurriedly drew the willow-leaf knife from her waist, ready to rush forward.

Cheng Ying grabbed her tightly, stamping her feet in frustration: "What's the use of you going over there? With your meager martial arts skills, you can't even touch the hem of this monk's robe!"

"I can't just stand by and watch my husband get beaten to death!" Lu Wushuang's eyes reddened as she struggled desperately.

Yang Guo used his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword to support himself on the ground and shakily got up again.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted loudly at Lu Wushuang, "Wife, don't come any closer! I'm not dead yet!"

With a blank expression, the Golden Wheel Monk walked step by step toward Yang Guo: "You little thief, you're really tough. You took a palm strike from the tenth level of my Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and you can still stand up. However, your good luck ends here."

As he spoke, the Dharma King slowly raised his right palm again.

Yang Guo was panting heavily, feeling that his internal energy was in complete chaos.

He knew in his heart that he was indeed no match for the old monk. The gap in their cultivation levels was there, and it was not something that could be easily bridged by a single Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

But he would never admit defeat!

Yang Guo steeled his resolve and forcefully mobilized the last remaining breath of true energy within his body.

He shouted loudly, and the Dharma King charged forward fiercely!