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

The Golden Wheel Dharma King raised his right hand, and more and more red true energy gathered in his palm.

Yang Guo lay in the mud and water, his left arm broken, so he couldn't dodge at all.

He gritted his teeth, touched a stone with his right hand, and prepared to fight the old monk.

At this critical moment, a loud roar came from behind.

"stop!"

Guo Jing stood up from beside the large rock.

He was just leaning there coughing up blood, and now his bones were cracking and his face was flushed red.

Guo Jing bent his knees, drew a circle with his hands in front of his chest, stomped his left leg forward heavily, and struck the Golden Wheel Monk in the back with his right palm, accompanied by a whistling sound.

The Dharma King sensed something amiss behind him and, forgetting his plan to kill Yang Guo, hurriedly turned around and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

A muffled thud.

The Dharma King took three large steps back, his heels carving two deep furrows in the mud.

Guo Jing also took two steps back, swayed slightly, and then stood firmly.

The Dharma King lowered his hands, looked at his palms, then at Guo Jing, his face full of bewilderment.

"Guo Jing, you've been poisoned, yet you still dare to forcefully activate your internal energy?" Jinlun Fawang asked loudly, his eyes wide.

Guo Jing ignored him and strode up to Yang Guo, standing in front of him.

"Guo'er, how are you?" Guo Jing asked without turning his head.

Yang Guo used his right hand to support himself on the ground and barely managed to sit up, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Guo, don't worry about me. You're too weak to fight, you'll die!" Yang Guo shouted.

Guo Jing shook his head, his voice steady: "As long as I have a breath left, no one can hurt you."

The Dharma King chuckled coldly twice from the opposite side.

"What a touching display of uncle-nephew affection! Guo Jing, you used a secret technique to forcibly elevate your skill to the level of a half-step grandmaster; you're risking your life for it. Do you think you can defeat this old monk like that?"

Guo Jing took a deep breath, his face turning a frightening red.

"Whether we can win or not, we'll only know after the fight. Tibetan monk, take this!"

Guo Jing pushed off with his feet and shot forward.

He pushed his right palm forward, unleashing the move "The Dragon Regrets".

The Dharma King dared not be arrogant, and unleashed the full power of the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, striking out against Guo Jing's palm strike.

Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are incredibly powerful; each strike brings with it a gust of wind.

The pebbles and mud on the ground were swept into the air by the palm strike, hitting the tree trunks nearby with a crackling sound.

The Dharma King used esoteric Buddhist techniques, and his strength was extraordinary.

The two exchanged blows with astonishing speed.

Lu Wushuang stood behind the big rock, leaned out halfway, and rubbed her eyes vigorously.

"Sister Cheng, why can't I see their movements clearly? I only see a red shadow and a gray shadow moving around." Lu Wushuang tugged at Cheng Ying's sleeve.

Cheng Ying's face turned pale, and she pulled Lu Wushuang back several steps.

"This is a duel between two half-step Grandmasters. Their moves are too fast, and our cultivation is not high enough. Watching for too long will hurt our eyes. Step back a bit, so you don't get hit by their palm strikes," Cheng Ying whispered.

Yang Guo sat in the mud, his eyes fixed on the scene.

He is currently in the mid-stage of the Innate Realm and can barely make out the two people's moves.

Guo Jing draws a circle with his left hand and pushes horizontally with his right, this is the Flying Dragon in the Sky.

The Dharma King lowered his body and threw his right fist upwards, trying to break Guo Jing's lower body.

Guo Jing lightly touched the ground with his toes, rising three feet higher to dodge the punch, and then pressed down with both palms.

The Dharma King could only raise his hands to withstand the attack.

The two collided again with a loud bang, and several small trees nearby were overturned by the shockwave.

Forced to retreat by Guo Jing, the Dharma King clasped his hands together, his dark gold monk's robe bulging into a sphere.

Guo Jing's palms struck the sphere, but were deflected by the gentle force.

Guo Jing remained calm and composed. He flipped his wrist, changing his palm into a grab, and forcefully pulled the Dharma King's wrist back.

The Dharma King leaned forward, and Guo Jing kicked out with his right leg, aiming straight for the Dharma King's lower abdomen.

The Dharma King could only raise his knee to block it.

The two men's legs collided, and the blue bricks on the ground shattered into powder.

Yang Guo watched Guo Jing's combo move from the side and secretly applauded it.

He discovered that Guo Jing not only possessed powerful palm techniques, but also had very solid lower body skills.

Guo Jing's internal energy exudes a righteous and upright aura, completely different from the effeminate and unpredictable approach of the Nine Yin Manual.

Yang Guo thought to himself, if he could combine the gentleness of the Nine Yin Manual with the strength of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the power would definitely be even greater.

As Yang Guo watched, he practiced the movements in his mind and felt that he had gained a lot.

The more the Dharma King fought, the more alarmed he became.

He originally thought that Guo Jing had been poisoned and that even if he used the secret technique, he wouldn't be able to withstand more than a few moves.

After exchanging dozens of blows, Guo Jing's palm strikes not only did not weaken, but instead grew stronger.

Guo Jing struck again with his palm, and the Dharma King's entire right arm went numb from the shock.

The Dharma King began to ponder this in his mind.

This guy surnamed Guo is fighting desperately; there's no need to confront him head-on.

Once the time for his secret technique had passed, the poison attacked his heart, and he collapsed on his own.

Thinking of this, the Dharma King changed his stance and stopped launching an attack.

When Guo Jing attacked, he would dodge to the side; when Guo Jing attacked to the left, he would retreat to the right.

Yang Guo, who was watching from the side, understood the situation clearly and shouted anxiously.

"Uncle Guo, this old bald monk is stalling for time; he's trying to wear you down! Don't let him create distance!"

The Dharma King, annoyed by the insults, retorted, "You little beast, what do you know! This old monk is just using deception in war!"

Guo Jing heard Yang Guo's words, but he had unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

He had just forcibly suppressed the toxins under his heart meridian and used the internal energy of the Quanzhen School to activate the remaining true qi.

Now that we've been fighting this for so long, the toxins have started to climb up the meridians.

Guo Jing felt his hands and feet growing heavier and his breathing becoming labored.

Guo Jing knew he wouldn't last much longer, so he wanted to use this last bit of time to demonstrate the essence of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to Yang Guo.

Guo Jing shouted out the names of his moves as he fought.

"Guo'er, this move is shocking!" Guo Jing unleashed both palms, pushing the wind of his palms forward.

"This move is Riding the Six Dragons!" Guo Jing spun around and unleashed six palm strikes in succession.

Yang Guo opened his eyes wide and memorized these moves.

Lu Wushuang said from a distance, "My husband still has the mind to learn martial arts at a time like this, while Master Guo is almost gone."

Cheng Ying sighed: "Master Guo is making his final arrangements. He knows he can't escape, and he wants to pass on his ultimate skills to Brother Yang."

After exchanging seventy or eighty moves, Guo Jing's lips began to turn purple, and his limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face grew increasingly dark.

He tried to muster his inner energy to unleash another move, "The Dragon Regrets," but the energy dissipated as soon as it reached his chest.

The Dharma King saw that Guo Jing's movements had slowed down and laughed triumphantly.

"Guo Jing, your death is near!"

The Dharma King stopped in his tracks and instead of retreating, he advanced, clenched his fists, and concentrated all the power of the ten levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill into his fists, smashing them toward Guo Jing's chest.

Guo Jing gritted his teeth and blocked with both hands.

boom!

Guo Jing's defenses were breached, and the Dharma King's right fist struck Guo Jing's left shoulder heavily.

Guo Jing let out a muffled sound and stumbled back seven or eight steps.

He could no longer suppress the poison in his body and vomited a large pool of black blood.

Blood fell onto the muddy ground, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Guo Jing's legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

The Dharma King shook his numb right hand and strode towards Guo Jing.

"The mighty commander of Xiangyang of the Great Song Dynasty will die by my hand today. After I kill you, I will send your nephew down to join you!" The Dharma King laughed wildly.

Lu Wushuang was so anxious that she stamped her feet and was about to rush out with her willow-leaf knife in hand.

Cheng Ying hugged her waist tightly.

"Wushuang, it's pointless for you to go; you can't stop him at all!" Cheng Ying's voice trembled.

Lu Wuyan's eyes reddened, and he shouted, "We can't just watch Master Guo die!"

Yang Guo struggled to stand up, supporting himself with his right hand, but the broken left arm affected all the nerves in his body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"You old bald monk, come at me if you dare!" Yang Guo cursed.

The Dharma King stopped and glanced back at Yang Guo.

"Don't rush, you're next."

The Dharma King turned back to Guo Jing and raised his right hand.

Red true energy gathered in the Dharma King's palm, about to strike Guo Jing's head.

At this critical moment, the wind direction in the valley suddenly changed.

It was just a gentle breeze a moment ago, but now a sudden gale has swept through.

The sand and stones on the ground were swept into the air by the wind, hitting people's faces painfully.

The sun in the sky was covered by a huge dark cloud, and the entire valley suddenly became dark.