Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

Yin Zhiping engaged the enemy head-on, using his palm techniques to restrain Shi Mang and Chen Cunding.

Granny Sun moved to the side, using her wooden staff to strike pressure points and block Liu Erxi and Hu Xizu's attacks.

The coordination among the Four Fiends of Zhongnan was so perfect that it was chilling.

Shi Mang's cleaver was powerful and sweeping, the blade cutting through the rain with a low whistling sound, forcing Yin Zhiping to retreat repeatedly.

Liu Erxi circled around the perimeter, his hands moving rapidly, sending bone-piercing darts flying like swallows in the rain, aiming at Granny Sun's vital points from all sorts of tricky angles;

Hu Xizu, positioned in the center, provided support. His nine-section whip moved like a venomous snake through the rain, its tip sometimes striking Yin Zhiping's head and neck, sometimes sweeping down Granny Sun's ankles, its movements unpredictable.

Although Chen Cunding's giant hammer was heavy, each time it struck, it left a shallow pit in the ground, splashing mud and water everywhere.

The four players switched between offense and defense seamlessly, sometimes attacking one person together, and sometimes splitting up to restrain one another, like a precisely operating meat grinder.

The rainwater evaporated into white steam within three feet of them, forming hazy wisps of mist that added an eerie atmosphere to the chaotic battle.

However, after dozens of rounds of fighting, the balance of the battle was quietly shifting.

Grandma Sun was getting on in years, and although her moves were exquisite, her physical strength was ultimately limited.

Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, and the sweat on her forehead mingled with the rain. The speed at which she swung her cane also slowed down without her realizing it.

Yin Zhiping had already been injured and had lost a lot of internal energy when he fought the Four Fiends alone.

At this moment, the wound on his left arm was stinging from being soaked in the rain, and the power of the Quanzhen Palm Technique had been greatly reduced.

Both men knew in their hearts that if the matter dragged on any longer, defeat was only a matter of time.

Yin Zhiping gritted his teeth, finally abandoning his last shred of dignity, and turned back again to shout hoarsely in Zhao Zhijing's direction:

"Senior brother! Tonight, you capture these four for me. After that, I'll do whatever you want with them!"

Zhao Zhijing stood under a pine tree a few dozen steps away, his hands behind his back, rainwater streaming down his sleeves.

He heard Yin Zhiping's shouts, but remained motionless, only the cold smile on his lips deepened.

Will you await my judgment in the future?

He repeated the sentence to himself, almost bursting out laughing.

Yin Zhiping, you've finally met your match.

He actually bowed his head to me in public for the sake of a woman in a painting.

This incriminating evidence is far more serious than anything else, such as sneaking out of Chongyang Palace or sneaking into the back mountain.

But he decided to wait a little longer, to let Yin Zhiping suffer a few more cuts, and to let Grandma Sun hold on a little longer.

Wait until both of them are completely exhausted before taking action to resolve everything and completely control Yin Zhiping!

The four villains in the arena were all startled when they heard Yin Zhiping's plea for help.

They were already exhausted from a long and drawn-out battle, and if that bystander were to join the fray now, they might really lose their lives today.

Shi Mang and Liu Erxi exchanged a glance, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes simultaneously—they couldn't delay any longer!

Shi Mang acted decisively, letting out a low shout:

"Take care of the second one first!"

The Four Fiends' forms suddenly changed.

The previous siege formation was broken up in an instant and reassembled into a four-person coordinated attack formation.

Since they became sworn brothers, the four of them have faced life and death together countless times, and have long since honed a unique set of deadly moves.

Shi Mang roared, pouring all his inner strength into the blade of his cleaver without reservation. His footwork suddenly changed, adopting Liu Erxi's Wind-Piercing Footwork.

Although he only had a superficial understanding of the basics, his speed suddenly increased several times due to his relentless and all-out effort.

He swayed, his whole body like a cannonball, the machete dragging along the ground as it slashed upwards.

The rainwater that the blade sliced ​​through evaporated into a white trail; the force of the blade seemed to cleave the rain curtain and the night sky in two.

This strike is the most powerful blow in the Broken Mountain Sword Technique, bringing together all the essence of its techniques.

Shi Mang concentrated all his inner strength, all his momentum, and all his killing intent into this one strike, leaving no room for retreat.

At the same time, Liu Erxi raised both hands and fired four bone-piercing darts simultaneously, aiming at the vital points of Granny Sun and Yin Zhiping respectively.

Hu Xizu's nine-section whip no longer swept along the ground, but suddenly rose upwards.

A dense, impenetrable net of whips wove above Yin Zhiping's head, sealing off all his space to dodge as he leaped into the air.

If he wanted to dodge, he could only take the hit head-on or retreat, but the direction of his retreat was exactly where Shi Mang's blade was pointing.

Chen Cunding then wielded his giant hammer and launched a fierce attack on Granny Sun!

His task was the simplest: he didn't need to hit her, he just needed to hold her off so the old woman couldn't spare any effort to help Yin Zhiping.

With this strike, the Four Fiends placed all their bets on a single blow.

After beheading Yin Zhiping, Granny Sun is no longer a threat.

If they cannot kill him, Shi Mang will run out of internal energy, and the four of them will have no more trump cards to play.

Meanwhile, Yin Zhiping was distracted and waiting for Zhao Zhijing's help. By the time he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Shi Mang's blade was already close by, it was too late.

The nine-section whip blocked his upper body, the bone-piercing dart blocked his retreat, and Shi Mang's blade was slashing up from below at an almost impossible angle.

He twisted his body to the side with all his might, but the knife was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Zhao Zhijing's pupils suddenly contracted.

He hadn't expected the Four Fiends to change their formation so quickly; in the blink of an eye, Yin Zhiping's life was in danger.

For him, only a living Yin Zhiping was valuable; a dead Yin Zhiping would only enrage Qiu Chuji and lead to a thorough investigation, at which point Zhao Zhijing would be the first to be implicated.

He immediately stopped watching and pushed his feet with all his might, his figure shooting towards the battle circle like an arrow.

He shouted loudly:

"stop!"

However, he was quite far away from the crowd, several dozen steps away, and there was no time for him to block the knife for Yin Zhiping.

In desperation, he suddenly drew his long sword from his waist and threw it with all his might. The sword flew out of its sheath in mid-air, its blade turning into a cold light as it was infused with his inner strength, and crashed straight into Shi Mang's machete.

The longsword collided with the blade.

However, this strike was powerful and heavy. Zhao Zhijing's longsword, thrown in haste, did not carry much internal force and could only slightly bump against the blade, causing the blade to deflect a few inches to the left.

But those few inches determined Yin Zhiping's fate.

The machete slashed diagonally upwards from his crotch, and the moment the blade pierced his flesh, Yin Zhiping let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain.

The sound didn't sound like a human voice; it sounded more like the last howl of some dying beast in the pouring rain.

He fell backward, crashing heavily onto the rain-soaked mud, splashing up a spray of blood-red water.

Blood gushed out of his lower body and spread rapidly, instantly diluted by the rain into a pale red pool of blood, which looked particularly shocking under the flash of lightning.

He was nearly delirious from the intense pain, feeling as if he had lost the most important thing in his body, but he was too weak to even confirm it.

Rain lashed his face, the cold touch keeping him barely conscious.

In a daze, he seemed to see a white figure drifting in from a distance.

Is it an illusion? Or has the Dragon Maiden really come?

His lips moved slightly, uttering a few indistinct syllables, then his head lolled to the side and he lost consciousness completely.