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

"Wang Zhensong of the Wang family of Luoyang, known for his golden swords."

Wang Zhengsong slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and spoke, his expression growing increasingly solemn, his heart filled with astonishment.

He was always confident in the exquisite and powerful "Luochuan Town River Golden Knife Technique".

But his personal encounter just now truly taught him what it means to be outmatched and to be in a world beyond our understanding.

The fact that this demon could withstand my fierce sword strike with just a whisk and a soft silk ribbon shows that his martial arts skills are far superior to mine.

He gripped the hilt tightly, held the blade diagonally to his side, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy, truly lives up to her reputation."

"Since you are so ferocious and indiscriminately slaughtering people, don't blame me for bullying the weak with the many today."

"Bullying the weak with numbers?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou tilted her head back and chuckled softly:

"What can you bunch of good-for-nothings do to me, even if you outnumber me?"

"Just look at this knife in Wang's hand!"

Wang Zhensong's voice was like thunder, his aura imposing:

"And with all the sons of my Wang family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty guards from the Wang family drew their swords.

humming-

A series of crisp metallic clangs echoed and reverberated, the blades gleaming with a chilling light in the winter's dim light, instantly filling the entire forest with a murderous aura.

The group's positions were well-organized and their movements were orderly, clearly indicating that they had practiced together for a long time.

In an instant, a well-rounded encirclement of swords was formed, trapping Li Mochou firmly in the center of the formation, completely impenetrable.

Li Mochou's gaze swept back and forth, and the nonchalant expression on her face gradually faded.

She knew in her heart that the guards in front of her were all mediocre in one-on-one combat and could not be considered martial arts masters.

However, if the group works together skillfully and supports each other, they are by no means a rabble.

In addition, Wang Zhensong, who was in charge, had a solid and steady swordsmanship. Although he was not as good as himself, it would be extremely difficult for him to defeat him in a short period of time.

This formation of over twenty people, encircling and locking down the space layer by layer, is indeed quite troublesome.

But Li Mochou had roamed the martial world for many years and had seen all sorts of storms. How could she be intimidated by just a few people?

Li Mochou gave a soft snort, and her whisk fluttered slightly.

"Hmph, ignorant rats, let me show you just how capable you really are."

With that, she suddenly moved, her whisk flashing out swiftly. The silver streak cut through the air with a sharp hiss, aiming straight for Wang Zhengsong's temple.

The silver threads dart through the air like the spitting tongue of a venomous snake, cunning and ruthless; once they touch the skin, they can instantly pierce the bone and take a life.

Seeing the situation, Wang Zhengsong immediately stepped forward, his blade held vertically to block the attack from the side, using his fierce sword strike to meet the subtle yet powerful blow.

At the same time, the four front-line guards in the encirclement advanced in unison, their coordination impeccable.

Four sharp ring-pommel swords simultaneously slashed down from the four directions: one cleaved the left shoulder, one stabbed the right rib, one swept across the waist and abdomen, and one slashed diagonally across the neck.

The four swords struck simultaneously, completely sealing off Li Mochou's space for dodging and moving.

Li Mochou was surrounded by four sword lights, yet she showed no sign of panic or fear.

She pivoted on her left foot, rooted firmly to the frozen ground, and then suddenly pulled her right foot back.

Li Mochou suddenly lowered her body and swept across the ground, her movements as fluid as flowing clouds and gliding on water.

The blades around her crisscrossed within a small space above her head, making a crisp, whistling sound.

Several strands of severed, jet-black hair drifted out of her hair and fell onto the withered leaves.

Taking advantage of the fleeting moment of her movement, Li Mochou slightly lowered her wrist and lightly tapped the ground with her whisk.

Hundreds of silver threads, infused with internal energy, suddenly straightened and sprang up like poisoned whips, lashing fiercely at the calf of a guard beside him.

Snapped!

A clear and sharp crack echoed through the forest.

The guard suddenly felt a numbness in his leg, and his body fell heavily to the side uncontrollably, followed by excruciating pain.

He let out a piercing scream, and the long sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a thud.

The thick cloth was torn apart by the silver thread, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, revealing a deep, bloody gash.

Li Mochou moved swiftly, taking advantage of the moment when the guard fell and lost his balance, she rose to her feet.

The whisk threads gathered in mid-air, blocking a fierce slash from behind as if they had eyes in the back of its head.

Wang Zhengsong saw that his sneak attack had been blocked again, but he showed no sign of disappointment.

With a sudden surge of power from his shoulder, the blade instantly transformed from a slash to a sweep, from hard to soft, concealing a series of follow-up moves that locked down Li Mochou's upper body space layer by layer.

Seeing this, Li Mochou dared not be careless. She quickly flicked her wrist, and the gathered silver threads scattered again, wrapping around the blade that Wang Zhengsong was slashing at.

The supple silver wire and the steel blade were tightly intertwined, producing a squeaking sound as they rubbed together.

Li Mochou channeled her inner strength into her palm, unleashing a burst of power. Using the momentum of the silver threads binding the blade, she pulled backward sharply, intending to tear Wang Zhengsong's longsword from his grasp.

Wang Zhengsong felt a strange and powerful yin energy sweeping along the blade, its force both gentle and inexhaustible.

He gripped the knife hilt tightly, but the force still caused him to stagger forward involuntarily.

Startled, he immediately lowered his stance and mounted the horse, his legs firmly planted on the frozen ground, managing to regain his balance.

At the same time, his wrist snapped rapidly, and the steel knife twisted rapidly, attempting to use the sharpness of the blade to sever all the entangled threads.

However, Li Mochou's silver whisk had already been infused with all her internal energy, making it exceptionally flexible.

No matter how many times his steel knife twisted and turned, it could only leave a few shallow white marks on the silver line, unable to harm it in the slightest, let alone cut it off.

The two were instantly locked in a struggle, the steel blade and the silver thread taut as a string.

As their internal forces clashed, they continuously emitted a low, buzzing vibration.

At this crucial stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

One of Li Mochou's guards behind her was overjoyed to see her back wide open.

He spotted an opening, immediately drew his knife and lunged forward, aiming straight for Li Mochou's vital point in the back, intending to seize the opportunity to take her down in one fell swoop.

Although Li Mochou was caught in the power struggle, she always kept her ears open.

As soon as the strong wind rose from behind, he had already sensed the murderous intent.

She snorted coldly, her right hand still firmly locked in a stalemate with Wang Zhengsong, while her left fingertips had already pulled out an Ice Soul Silver Needle from her sleeve.

She didn't need to turn around to check; she could pinpoint the location by the sound of the wind and flicked her finger backward.

call out--

A barely audible whisper of air was hidden among the rustling of the wind in the forest.

The silver needle transformed into a cold glint, shooting swiftly toward the face of the guard who was charging at him.

The guard was so frightened by the approaching silver needles that his scalp tingled.

He had no time to think in the rush and instinctively parried with his sword.

when!

The silver needle pierced the blade with a sharp sound, then bounced off and flew diagonally into the withered leaves beside it.

The guard narrowly escaped death, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The rare opportunity to deliver a decisive blow vanished, and his offensive stalled instantly.

Seeing this, the remaining guards dared not slacken their efforts in the slightest and quickly adjusted their scattered formation.

After the needle was applied, Li Mochou thought that the group of mediocre guards would not dare to approach rashly again.

However, the guards around her were far more valiant than she had expected. Seeing that Li Mochou was still locked in a stalemate with Wang Zhensong, they took action again.

The three elite guards charged forward again, closing in from the left, right, and diagonally behind.

It's yet another three-pronged attack!