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

Yang Guo perched on a high branch, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

He already knew in his heart that this middle-aged man must be the master of this group of guards, and the girl beside him must be his beloved daughter.

Then a few doubts arose in his heart. He wondered what kind of grudge Li Mochou had with the people in this scene that would make the host personally enter the forest to intercept her.

A thousand doubts flashed through his mind, but he suppressed them for the time being, calmed his mind, and continued to observe the changing situation below.

The man in brocade robes led his guards to the center of the forest. They paused, then quickly formed a neat battle formation, firmly blocking the entire forest path and cutting off all gaps.

Yang Guo squatted on a branch, extremely curious about how this exciting show of attacking and surrounding the demon would ultimately end.

A moment later, a figure in apricot yellow suddenly darted out from the other side of the dense forest.

Li Mochou continued her long journey with uninterrupted movement, yet her breathing remained steady and long, showing no signs of fatigue or disorder.

When she saw the dozen or so figures blocking the road ahead, she suddenly stopped and stood firmly in the middle of the woods.

Upon seeing this figure, the man in brocade robes instantly turned ashen. He reached out with his right hand, and with a soft clang, the long sword with a ring pommel at his waist was drawn half an inch from its sheath, its cold light flashing.

His voice was not loud, but each word was deep and resonant, carrying the authority of someone long accustomed to a position of power:

"Li Mochou! You want to destroy my Wang family's goods and slaughter my Wang family's guards for no reason. Today, I, Wang, will settle this blood debt with you to the very end!"

Li Mochou stood there calmly, showing no fear whatsoever.

Her gaze slowly swept over the stern-faced man in brocade robes before her, a chilling, mocking smile playing on her lips.

"The Wang family? I've been traveling the martial world for over a decade, and I've never heard of any Wang family. You've been relentlessly pursuing me, pressing me at every turn. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Upon hearing this, the man in brocade robes' eyes flashed with anger, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the hilt of his knife, and he shouted in a deep, stern voice:

"Li Mochou, don't be so arrogant! Do you really think the Wang family of Luoyang is a pushover to be bullied?"

"Oh? The Wang family of Luoyang?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou raised an eyebrow, her tone becoming even more contemptuous, and scoffed:

"I have heard a little about you, but I've only heard that you are nothing more than the next lackeys of the Mongols, hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, all the Wang family guards below paled in shock. They rubbed their hands together, their hearts surging with killing intent, waiting for their patriarch's order to rush forward and hack Li Mochou to death.

The man in brocade robes, however, was not angered by these words. His gaze was cold, and he raised his hand to restrain the crowd, his tone calm yet his presence firm:

"You bloodthirsty fiend, who has slaughtered innocents throughout your life, your hands stained with the blood of righteous heroes, what right do you have to judge the right and wrong of my Wang family? And what truth do you even know?"

"But I, Wang, truly do not understand. My Wang family has no past grudges or recent conflicts with you. Why then did you kill my disciples and destroy my cargo fleet for no reason?"

The smile on Li Mochou's face faded slightly, instantly replaced by a cold, sarcastic tone, her voice indifferent and ruthless:

"Hmph! Your Wang family has indeed never offended me, but you only have yourself to blame for bringing this trouble upon yourselves. Why did your caravan have the character 'Yuan' pasted on its crates?"

Her eyes turned cold, revealing a chilling killing intent:

"This humble Taoist priest detests this word most in his life. Since I have encountered it, it must be the will of Heaven to destroy me. What need is there for any reason?"

The man in brocade robes stared intently at her, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light, and said, word by word:

"For a mere word, you destroyed all of my daughter's birthday gifts and slaughtered seven of my Wang family's guards! Li Mochou, your actions are so ruthless; you are truly inhuman!"

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou neither answered nor argued. The faint smile that remained on her face vanished completely, leaving only a chilling and terrifying expression.

Seeing this, the man in brocade robes didn't waste any more words. He raised his long sword high, the tip pointing straight at Li Mochou:

"No matter how bizarre your words may be, you demon, killing members of the Wang family means you are irreconcilably at odds with the Wang family. Today, this forest will be your burial ground!"

"With just you guys?"

Li Mochou chuckled softly, her eyes filled with disdain. Her gaze swept over the twenty-odd guards around her, her tone full of mockery:

"A bunch of worthless chickens and dogs, how dare you shout and act so presumptuously before this humble Taoist priest?"

Before she could finish speaking, the man in brocade robes had already charged forward.

He stomped heavily on the frozen, withered leaves with his right foot, a dull thud resounding as he moved like an arrow shot from a bow, instantly appearing before Li Mochou.

With a swift, horizontal slash, the blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Li Mochou's vital waist and abdomen.

This slash was swift and ruthless, and it was the opening move of the "Luochuan Town River Golden Saber Technique" called "Long River Surge".

The sword strikes were wide and powerful, fierce and relentless. Once unleashed, they flowed continuously, wave after wave, like a river bursting its banks, surging endlessly and domineeringly.

Seeing the blade about to strike, Li Mochou swayed slightly, her apricot-yellow figure vanishing from the spot and disappearing several feet away into the air.

The man in brocade robes missed his target with a single, seemingly certain strike. The blade only severed a few strands of the apricot-yellow robe's sash, which fluttered in the wind, and the wisps of fabric drifted gently to the ground.

In the next instant, Li Mochou silently moved in front of one of the front-row guards.

The guard only felt a blur before his eyes, and an apricot-yellow shadow was already right next to him.

Li Mochou flicked her wrist, and her whisk instantly flew out, unleashing hundreds of shimmering silver threads that spread out and wove into a supple and dense silver net, which wrapped around the guard's throat.

The guard was no ordinary man either; he instinctively parried with his sword, but the silver threads of the whisk were too soft and adaptable, deflecting force when encountering hardness and circling around it when encountering resistance.

When the blade struck the silver threads, it was as if it had cleaved into a soft wad of cotton, and he couldn't exert any force at all. Countless silver threads meandered along the blade, like venomous snakes coiling around his arm, tightly binding his wrist.

Li Mochou exerted a slight force with her fingertips, and the silver threads tightened abruptly.

hiss-

A sharp, tearing sound suddenly rang out.

In an instant, the guard's wrist was slashed open by the silver threads, several deep wounds revealing the bone, and blood gushed out incessantly.

He screamed in agony, the ring-pommel sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He staggered backward, clutching his wrist tightly, his face ashen, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Before Li Mochou could seize the opportunity to pursue and take his life, the man in brocade had already twisted his waist and pounced forward.

His strike missed, but his body didn't stop. The moment he landed, he used the twisting force of his waist and abdomen to regain his momentum and slashed diagonally with his longsword, aiming straight for Li Mochou's left rib.

This strike is incredibly powerful; if it lands squarely, the person will likely be sliced ​​in two diagonally.

But this time, Li Mochou neither dodged nor avoided the attack.

With a flick of her wrist, the whisk traced an arc in the air, and a hundred scattered silver threads suddenly gathered and twisted together, transforming into an incomparably strong silver ribbon, like a silver python soaring into the sky, directly taking the fierce slash head-on.

when--!

A deafening clang of metal clashing resounded through the dense forest.

The soft silver threads of the whisk were infused with profound internal energy, making them as hard as a fine steel blade. They collided fiercely with the longsword, sparks flying everywhere, making the eardrums of everyone present buzz.

In a single exchange, the difference in skill would be immediately apparent.

Li Mochou swayed slightly and took a half step back. The force of the impact sent the withered leaves flying, revealing the frozen, hardened black and yellow soil beneath her feet.

In contrast, the man in brocade had created two shallow pits with his feet, his body sank slightly, and his breathing became erratic, clearly indicating that his internal energy was being depleted more severely.

"Not bad."

Li Mochou glanced at him sideways, her tone carrying a hint of surprise:

"To withstand my attack and only retreat three steps, you must be someone of importance. State your name, for I do not kill nameless ghosts."