Be a proper Taoist priest in The Condor Heroes

"Yan-ge'er!"

Seeing this, Su Ye's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and a hint of relief flashed across her cold eyes. She was entangled by two second-rate Mongolian experts, and although her sword moves were fierce, she still needed to be on guard.

Seeing that Su Yan had succeeded, he immediately changed his sword style and unleashed the "Three Rings Encircling the Moon" technique of Quanzhen Swordplay. The sword light was like a waterfall, instantly forcing the two back. Taking advantage of the situation, he pierced the throat of the expert on the left with a sword. The expert on the right was so frightened that he turned around and tried to escape, but Su Ye caught up with him and cut off his retreat with a sword, killing him on the spot.

Having dealt with the immediate trouble, Su Ye immediately drew his sword and rushed towards Su Yan's direction, intending to reunite with him.

Su Yan casually killed the top-tier Mongolian expert, but raised his hand to signal her to calm down, and quickly scanned the battle.

On the other side of the square, the Big Dipper Formation had already stabilized its position.

Ma Yu stood at the heart of the formation, hands behind his back, his inner strength flowing like a mighty river, supporting the entire formation's operation. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Su Yanqian cleanly and efficiently eliminating a top-tier enemy, and inwardly praised him.

This junior disciple not only possessed exceptional martial arts talent, but also an incredibly calm and composed temperament. No wonder he had reached such a level in just a few years. However, when he saw Zhao Zhijing's frenzied attack on Yin Zhiping, and Yin Zhiping's retreating defeat, his brows furrowed slightly: Zhiping was still too kind-hearted. Faced with a traitorous disciple, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to kill him. If this continued, he would suffer sooner or later.

Qiu Chuji spearheaded the attack on the left flank, his longsword flashing like a white rainbow piercing the sun, each strike aimed directly at the vital points of the top Mongol masters. He was the most fiery of them all, and seeing Zhao Zhijing betray his sect and collude with foreign enemies, he was already enraged, shouting furiously repeatedly.

"Traitor! We placed so much hope in you, yet you let a wolf into the house and harm your fellow disciples!"

However, he dared not slacken his swordplay in the slightest. The Mongolian expert opposite him was quite skilled, and if the formation were to have any flaws, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Wang Chuyi coordinated with Qiu Chuji on the right flank of the formation, his palm strikes were powerful and fierce, each strike accompanied by the sound of wind breaking.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's crazed state, tears welled up in his eyes, and his heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.

That was a disciple he had raised from the age of five. He had high hopes for him, but now he had come to this.

"Zhijing! Turn back before it's too late!"

He couldn't help but roar, his voice filled with heartache and resentment.

The six brothers cooperated perfectly, and the Big Dipper Formation operated more and more smoothly. Although they were restrained by two top-notch Mongolian experts, the pressure was greatly reduced without the suppression of the top-notch experts. It was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

The ambush troops were locked in fierce combat with the second-rate Mongol warriors. Although the disciples suffered casualties, they gradually gained the upper hand due to their numerical advantage and familiarity with the terrain.

"First, protect your disciples and deal with the second-rate henchmen."

Su Yan gave Su Ye a word of advice, then his feet moved swiftly, and his figure shot towards the battle between Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping like an arrow. He knew in his heart that Zhao Zhijing was fighting like a cornered beast, his moves in a frenzy were completely chaotic, but also the most dangerous. Yin Zhiping was only dodging, and sooner or later something bad would happen to him.

When Ma Yu and the others saw Su Yan go to support Yin Zhiping, they immediately felt relieved.

With Su Yan around, Zhi Ping should be fine.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing was thrusting his sword into Yin Zhiping's heart, his eyes filled with a mad, ecstatic joy.

"Yin Zhiping, prepare to die! This chief position should have always been mine!"

With nowhere to run, Yin Zhiping could only close his eyes and await his death, his heart filled with grief and resentment.

Just then, a figure flashed by, and Su Yan appeared between the two. With a light parry of his long sword in his right hand, Zhao Zhijing's sword, which contained crazy internal force, was easily blocked by him.

The immense recoil sent Zhao Zhijing staggering back three steps, his hand going numb, and his longsword nearly slipping from his grasp.

"Su Yan! It's you again!" Zhao Zhijing's eyes blazed with even more madness as he roared upon seeing the newcomer. "You've always opposed me! If it weren't for you, I would already be the chief disciple, already in charge of the Quanzhen Sect! Today, I will tear you to pieces!"

Su Yan stepped to the side to protect Yin Zhiping, looking at him calmly.

"Zhao Zhijing, you colluded with foreign enemies and betrayed your sect. You have no one to blame but yourself for what you've done."

He caught a glimpse of Yin Zhiping's shoulder injury out of the corner of his eye and sighed inwardly. Yin Zhiping had ultimately considered their camaraderie and held back, but Zhao Zhijing had long since lost all humanity.

"You can't blame anyone else?"

Zhao Zhijing smiled bitterly, swung his longsword, and instead of attacking Yin Zhiping, he slashed at a second-rate Mongolian expert beside him.

"Since you're all forcing me, then I'll take them all down with me!"

Caught off guard, the Mongol expert was pierced through the back by Zhao Zhijing's sword and died instantly. Zhao Zhijing, carrying a blood-dripping sword, charged towards the main hall like a madman.

"If I can't get the sect leader's token, no one else can!"

"Traitor! How dare you!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Chuyi's eyes widened in fury, and he tried to break free of the formation to stop them, but was pulled back by Hao Datong beside him.

"Senior Brother Wang, the formation must not be disrupted!"

Hao Datong said in a deep voice.

"Su Yan will stop him!"

Wang Chuyi, his eyes bloodshot, watched Zhao Zhijing's departing figure, his heart aching as if being torn apart. He understood that Hao Datong's words were true; if the Tiangang Beidou Formation showed any weakness, the two top-tier Mongolian experts might break through, and many more disciples would perish.

He could only grit his teeth and pour all his grief and anger into his palm strikes, fiercely attacking the Mongolian master opposite him.

Su Yan frowned slightly, about to give chase, when he saw two second-rate Mongolian experts rush over, trying to stop him. Too lazy to waste words, he swept his longsword horizontally, the sword light flashing like lightning, instantly cleaving the two men in two. His movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

"Senior Brother Yin, go and assist Sixth Uncle and the others in holding back the other two top-tier experts."

Su Yan said to Yin Zhiping.

"Leave Zhao Zhijing to me."

Yin Zhiping looked at Su Yan's composed back, then glanced at Zhao Zhijing who was fleeing in a frenzy, and nodded with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Su. Be careful!"

He turned around, sword in hand, and rushed toward Liu Zi's battle circle.

When Ma Yu saw Yin Zhiping arrive, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. He immediately adjusted the formation to make room for Yin Zhiping.

"Zhiping, guard the left flank!"

Yin Zhiping responded and joined in, and the attack of the Big Dipper Formation became even more fierce. Their internal forces intertwined into a net, trapping the two top Mongolian masters tightly, each move deadly.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji roared angrily.

"Today you will pay for the lives of your fallen comrades!"

The longsword's attack became even faster, the wind from the sword whistling, forcing the opponent to retreat repeatedly.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

Suddenly, three powerful drumbeats resounded outside the palace gates, shaking the mist and causing it to churn. This was the signal for the ambush to be fully activated. In an instant, countless figures darted out from behind the artificial hill, beside the palace buildings, and at the foot of the courtyard walls. These were hundreds of elite disciples, wielding long swords, forming an impenetrable third encirclement, trapping the remaining Mongol experts and Zhao Zhijing's henchmen in the center of the square.

"Oh no! It's a trap!"

The two top-tier masters who were besieging the Six Masters of Quanzhen's pupils constricted, finally realizing that they had walked into the trap of the Quanzhen Sect the moment they stepped into Zhongnan Mountain. They roared and swung their swords at Qiu Chuji, their inner strength surging on their curved blades, unleashing the full power of their peak-level masters in an attempt to carve out a path to their deaths.

"It's too late to realize this now!"

Qiu Chuji sneered, his longsword meeting the attack head-on. Working in perfect harmony with Wang Chuyi, they forcefully blocked the opponent's fierce assault. Ma Yu circulated his inner energy, further increasing the power of the formation, compressing the two masters' movement area smaller and smaller.

At this moment, the ambush troops and disciples had completely taken control of the situation. More than half of the second-rate Mongolian martial artists had been killed or wounded. The remaining people, seeing that the situation was hopeless, tried to break through, but were held back by the disciples and could not escape.

The flashing swords and shadows in the fog were still dense, but the initial ferocity had faded.

Su Yan was chasing Zhao Zhijing and was about to surround him; Liu Zi was holding back the two remaining top-notch Mongolian fighters and victory was assured; the disciples were clearing out the remaining Mongolian henchmen and their morale was high.

As Zhao Zhijing watched Su Yan approach, hearing the screams and clashes of weapons behind him, he knew his fate was sealed. He abruptly stopped in front of the main hall, turned to look at Su Yan, and was filled with endless despair and resentment, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I, Zhao Zhijing, have ultimately lost..."