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

Seeing this, Li Mochou decisively withdrew her strength, instantly loosening the silver threads wrapped around the steel blade.

At the same time, he darted sideways again, dodging the three incoming sword strikes.

The stalemate immediately broke down, and Wang Zhensong seized the opportunity to draw his sword and withdraw his strength. After the enemy calmed down and regained his composure, he once again swung his sword and charged forward to kill.

His swordsmanship was exquisite: before the old move was finished, a new one was already born, and the momentum of his sword was like a surging river with wave after wave.

It fully reveals the continuous and ever-renewing essence of the "Luochuan Town River Golden Knife Technique".

The surrounding guards were also well-versed in encirclement tactics, constantly moving around the periphery of the battle, taking turns to harass and contain the enemy.

They gave Li Mochou no chance to focus her attacks on Wang Zhensong, attempting to completely disrupt the opponent's offensive and defensive rhythm.

The offensives, clearly divided into primary and secondary, exerted pressure in turn, while the coordinated formation, both inside and outside, was watertight.

This forced Li Mochou to become somewhat exhausted, and she could only frequently dodge and parry, having no time to take the initiative to attack.

Li Mochou's usually reliable ghostly movement technique was greatly weakened in this heavily fortified encirclement.

She tried several times to speed up and break through, but was either intercepted by Wang Zhengsong with his sword or blocked by the outer guards.

After several attempts, Li Mochou was still unable to break through the dense net of blades in front of her.

As the fight dragged on, the Wang family members gradually figured out her offensive and defensive tactics, which included using her hair-flipping whisk to entangle the enemy and locking their wrists to block their blades.

In response, everyone stopped facing the silk threads directly with their blades and instead used the broad blades to parry, cleverly neutralizing the whisk's most lethal attack.

Seeing that the encirclement around her was becoming increasingly tight and her whisk's attacks were becoming increasingly sluggish, Li Mochou's killing intent grew even stronger.

She feinted, unleashing a shower of silver threads that forced the two guards in front of her to retreat.

Taking advantage of the moment when the formation was slightly disrupted, he quickly reached his left hand into his sleeve.

With a slight flick of her wrist, four icy silver needles shot out simultaneously from between her fingers.

Each silver needle landed in a sinister and unpredictable manner, striking out in four different directions.

The guards around them were already on guard.

However, the simultaneous firing of four needles at such a rapid pace caught them off guard and left them flustered.

A guard on the right tried to turn his head to dodge, but the silver needle still grazed past his ear, leaving a very shallow bloodstain on the edge of his earlobe.

He only felt a slight coolness by his ear and did not take the minor scratch to heart. He was about to return to the formation to stabilize the encirclement.

Unexpectedly, in just two breaths, a dizzying sensation swept over his entire body.

Dark, poisonous blood trickled from his mouth, nose, and ears, and his body fell straight backward, dying in the blink of an eye.

The guards on the left and directly in front reacted quickly, drawing their swords to protect themselves and blocking the incoming silver needles, thus escaping unharmed.

The last guard met the same fate as the one on the right; he had already collapsed to his knees on the frozen earth and withered leaves, succumbing to the poison.

Of the four silver needles, two were blocked by weapons, but the other two took two lives in an instant.

The remaining guards in the arena, witnessing this scene, all had a look of fear welling up in their eyes.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the dense forest became even more oppressive and somber.

Wang Zhengsong's gaze fell on the two gruesome corpses on the ground, his forehead veins bulging, and his face instantly turned ashen.

He clenched his teeth, his heart filled with both pain and anger, yet he still steadied himself and shouted in a deep, stern voice:

"Everyone be careful! This demon's silver needles are coated with deadly poison. We must be extremely vigilant and absolutely avoid being grazed by the needle tips!"

Upon hearing this, all the guards tensed up, their eyes fixed on Li Mochou's hands, not daring to look away for even a moment.

However, their excessive fear caused their tightly knit encirclement to involuntarily break apart, revealing several weaknesses.

Li Mochou saw this scene clearly and sneered inwardly; this was exactly the situation she wanted.

She knew that even if she killed a few more guards, it might not be enough to break the group's spirit of fighting to the death to surround them.

But as long as everyone fears the deadly poison of the Ice Soul Silver Needle, and thus becomes hesitant and timid, that is enough.

Li Mochou's gaze slowly swept across the entire formation, and a plan to escape immediately took shape.

She channeled her inner strength and charged towards the weakest point in the entire formation that she had just discovered.

She swung her whisk wildly with her right hand, sending hundreds of silver threads swirling in the air, while her left hand flicked and vibrated repeatedly.

Several icy silver needles shot out in succession, attacking the guards blocking their way.

The guards were already terrified by the tragic deaths of their comrades from poison.

Upon seeing the silver needles attack again, everyone was only concerned with waving their swords to block and dodging, and had no intention of stopping Li Mochou at all.

Li Mochou remained indifferent upon seeing this, everything was as expected: a bunch of henchmen who guard the house, they get paid to do their jobs, why are they risking their lives?

Her feet sank into the frozen ground, and she leaped into the air, rising several feet into the sky.

Seeing this, the remaining guards rushed to chase after her where she had broken through the encirclement.

Wang Zhengsong watched the apricot-yellow figure soar into the air, a trace of helpless regret flashing in his eyes.

The eyes of everyone present were completely drawn to her attempt to break through the encirclement.

Just when everyone thought she was about to escape and disappear into the forest in an instant.

Out of the corner of Li Mochou's eye, she inadvertently glanced at the girl in the white cloak standing under the locust tree on the outer side of the formation.

She suddenly remembered the character "Yuan" pasted on the Wang family's cargo box, which must have been taken from this woman's name.

The single character "Yuan" instantly stirred up countless old grudges in my heart.

He Yuanjun!

That woman who stole Lu Lang away!

That woman who made him sink into a sea of ​​suffering for half his life!

In an instant, the girl's silhouette gradually blurred in her eyes, slowly overlapping with the figure that she could never forget and hated to the core.

A surge of overwhelming hatred welled up from his chest, instantly shattering his reason.

Before anyone in the arena could notice anything amiss, Li Mochou abruptly stopped mid-air, her toes striking the tree trunk beside her with a heavy thud.

Using the recoil, she spun around in mid-air, abruptly reversing her breakout momentum, turning from advance to retreat, and rushing back towards Wang Zhengsong.

Wang Zhengsong had already stopped his pursuit, but when he suddenly saw her return, he was surprised and quickly drew his sword to guard.

Li Mochou's expression was cold and terrifying, and countless silver threads spread out in the air, striking directly at Wang Zhengsong who was coming towards her.

Wang Zhengsong's eyes narrowed, and he immediately raised his knife to parry, waiting to take the blow head-on and then launch a counterattack.

But when the blade struck the silver threads of the whisk, he suddenly realized that this attack, which seemed terrifying, was actually weak and powerless, and was just a feint to lure the enemy.

Before he realized he had been tricked, Li Mochou's figure had already taken advantage of the gap in their weapons clashing and flew over his head.

In the instant Li Mochou passed by, her left wrist flicked slightly, and three Ice Soul Silver Needles shot out in a triangular pattern.

The three streaks of cold light did not strike Wang Zhensong, nor were they aimed at any of the guards. Instead, they flew straight toward the girl in the white cloak under the old locust tree in the distance.

"Qingyuan!"

When Wang Zhengsong turned around and saw where the silver needle had gone, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he roared in terror.

He ran wildly as if he were in a frenzy, trying to rush forward to help, but he was too far away to be of any use.

Wang Qingyuan stood there blankly under the tree when she suddenly saw three cold glints rushing towards her face, and her beautiful face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Her pupils contracted sharply, her mind went blank, and her legs seemed to be firmly nailed to the frozen ground, unable to move an inch.

All he could do was watch helplessly as the three silver needles, each carrying a deadly chill, drew ever closer...