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

The Dharma King was so blinded by the strange wind that he stopped what he was doing.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A piercing bird cry came from overhead, so loud it was deafening.

Immediately afterwards, a huge black shadow emerged from the dark cloud and rushed straight down towards the Dharma King with a gale.

The dark figure moved with incredible speed, accompanied by a pungent, fishy stench, and instantly reached the top of the Golden Wheel Monk's head.

The Dharma King looked closely and broke out in a cold sweat.

It was a huge bird, half a head taller than a person.

This strange bird was extremely ugly, with sparse feathers all over its body and a blood-red fleshy growth on its head, but its iron claws gleamed with a chilling light as they went straight for the Dharma King's bald head.

The Dharma King, disregarding the need to kill Guo Jing, hurriedly raised his arms, gathering all the true energy of the ten levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill into his arms to withstand the attack.

when!

The iron claw struck the red protective aura, producing a metallic clanging sound.

The Dharma King felt a sharp pain in both arms, as if a tremendous force was pressing down on his head.

The mud beneath his feet collapsed instantly, and he sank half a foot into the ground, bending both his knees under the weight.

"Where does this hairy beast get such brute strength!" the Dharma King roared through gritted teeth.

The strange bird, having failed in its attack, landed on the ground, spread its two enormous wings, and flapped them fiercely at the Dharma King.

A strong wind suddenly rose from the ground.

The canyon was suddenly filled with flying sand and stones. The weak Mongol soldiers and Song soldiers were blown off their feet by the strong wind and retreated to find shelter.

The miasma at the bottom of the valley was mostly dispersed by the strong wind.

Yang Guo immediately felt his breathing become much easier.

The Dharma King couldn't stand firm at all and was blown backward by the wind, taking more than a dozen steps before his back hit the stone wall and he stopped.

The old monk felt his blood surging, a sweet taste rising in his throat, and he forced himself to swallow back a mouthful of blood.

Yang Guo, sitting in the mud, saw the strange bird and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He pulled on his broken left arm, the pain making him gasp for breath, but he was still smiling.

"Brother Eagle! You've come at just the right time! Give this old bald monk a good beating and pluck all his beards!" Yang Guo shouted at the top of his lungs.

Lu Wushuang, hiding in the distance, clapped her hands with joy.

"Well done, eagle! Peck him! Peck out his dog eyes!" Lu Wushuang waved his willow-leaf knife to cheer him on.

Cheng Ying let out a long breath, slumped against the rock, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

"Brother Yang can even summon the sacred creatures from the mountains to help us. We're saved this time," Cheng Ying said weakly.

Guo Jing knelt on one knee on the ground, his mouth full of blood.

He looked at the majestic giant eagle, then at Yang Guo shouting beside him, his face full of astonishment.

"Guo'er, you...you recognize this giant eagle?" Guo Jing asked, panting heavily.

"Uncle Guo, this is my new best buddy. With him around, this old monk won't be able to cause any trouble today."

Yang Guo braced himself with his right hand, gritted his teeth, stood up, and limped over to Guo Jing's side.

He extended his right hand and placed it on Guo Jing's wrist.

The moment he touched her, Yang Guo's brows furrowed into a knot.

Guo Jing's meridians were in complete disarray, a mixture of the Xuanmen internal energy of the Quanzhen Sect and the extremely domineering cold poison from the Western Regions.

The poison gas was already close to his heart, and it was only thanks to Guo Jing's pure innate internal energy that the last line of defense was held up.

"Uncle Guo, your poison is too wicked. I'm not confident I can cure it completely," Yang Guo said truthfully, without being presumptuous.

"Life and death are predestined. Guo'er, don't worry about me, hurry up and get out of here in the chaos." Guo Jing barely had the strength to speak.

"Bullshit! Even if I, Yang Guo, die, I will never abandon you."

Yang Guo cursed and immediately activated the Qiankun Technique.

He channeled the pure Yang energy from his dantian into Guo Jing's body through his right hand, helping Guo Jing protect his heart meridian and suppress the cold poison.

On the other side of the open space, the Golden Wheel Monk and the Divine Condor were already locked in a fierce battle.

The Dharma King was extremely frustrated.

He, the mighty Mongolian National Preceptor, a master at the half-step Grandmaster level, was first defeated by a mere brat who broke his Five Wheels Technique, then forced back by the heavily injured Guo Jing, and now he's being overwhelmed by an ugly bird.

"You beast, you're asking for death!"

The Dharma King was furious and unleashed both palms, the red palm winds heading straight for the Divine Eagle's chest.

The Divine Eagle didn't dodge at all, but straightened its chest and took the blow head-on.

The ten levels of Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill struck it, but only knocked off a few gray-black feathers.

The eagle cried out, seemingly enraged.

It took a big step forward, sweeping its left wing across.

The Dharma King dared not accept the challenge head-on and quickly bowed his head and bent over.

The wings swept past his scalp with a strong wind, smashing a large rock behind the Dharma King to pieces.

Pebbles splashed onto the Dharma King's face, scratching several bloody cuts.

Before the Dharma King could straighten up, the giant eagle's sharp beak pecked at him.

The Dharma King quickly rolled to the side to avoid the peck.

The eagle's beak pecked at the ground, carving out a deep pit the size of a washbasin.

The Dharma King got up from the ground, covered in mud and water, his dark gold monk's robe torn open, looking as disheveled as a beggar on the street.

He glanced at Yang Guo, who was healing his wounds beside Guo Jing, and then at the ferocious strange bird in front of him, and began to have second thoughts.

Although Guo Jing was crippled, this strange bird's strength was definitely no less than his own.

Add to that the cunning Yang Guo, and if the fight continues, I'm afraid I'll really perish in Black Wind Valley today.

Where there is life, there is hope.

The Dharma King made up his mind, feigned a palm strike to force back the Divine Eagle, then turned and ran to where Huo Du was lying, grabbed the unconscious Huo Du and tucked him under his arm.

"Darba, stop pretending to be dead, get out of here!" the Dharma King roared at Darba, who was lying on the ground in the distance.

Darba was tough and thick-skinned. Yang Guo broke his Vajra Pestle and he also suffered internal injuries, but he was not dead yet.

Hearing his master's roar, he scrambled to his feet, clutching his chest, and followed behind the Dharma King.

The three of them ran wildly out of Black Wind Valley without looking back, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The eagle flapped its wings but did not give chase.

It turned around, strode up to Yang Guo, lowered its head, and nuzzled Yang Guo's shoulder with its huge head.

Yang Guo winced in pain, but still reached out his right hand and patted the Condor's neck.

"Brother Diao, thanks. I'll roast two fat lambs for you when we get back as a reward."

Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying also ran over at this time.

Lu Wushuang looked at Yang Guo, who was covered in blood, and tears streamed down her face.

She wanted to touch Yang Guo, but was afraid of hurting him, so she didn't know where to put her hands in mid-air.

"Husband, your arm..." Lu Wushuang asked, crying.

"It's just broken, you won't die. Why are you crying? It looks awful." Yang Guo glared at her.

Cheng Ying squatted down on Guo Jing's other side, looking at his purplish face, and asked anxiously, "Brother Yang, how is Master Guo's poison?"

Yang Guo withdrew his right hand and let out a long breath.

"It's been suppressed for now. Uncle Guo has a strong foundation in internal energy, and he just used a secret technique, so the poison didn't reach his heart. But we must find a quiet place immediately to force the poison out, otherwise his martial arts skills will be ruined."

Guo Jing slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yang Guo, and his eyes were full of relief.

"Guo'er, you've grown up. Your brother Kang in heaven would be very happy to see your martial arts skills."

Yang Guo curled his lip.

"Uncle Guo, stop talking and save your energy. Wushuang, Butler Cheng, come and help Uncle Guo up. Let's get out of this awful place."