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

Wang Qingyuan didn't even have time to close her eyes; she seemed to have already smelled the chilling, bone-chilling poisonous scent of the Ice Soul Silver Needle, and was about to die on the spot.

At that critical moment, when life hung by a thread, the wind in the forest suddenly changed.

A figure in a gray robe appeared out of nowhere, like a gentle breeze sweeping across the ground or a ghost floating in the air, blocking the way in front of the girl.

Immediately afterwards, a slender, pale hand appeared in Wang Qingyuan's line of sight. The gray figure swung its arm horizontally with extremely fast and precise movements.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Three clear, crisp sounds rang out in succession.

The three deadly silver needles were all deflected by the palm strike, their silver rays embedding themselves obliquely into the thick trunk of an old locust tree.

The needle's tail continued to tremble and hum incessantly, demonstrating just how fierce the force that had pierced the air was.

Looking at the spot on the locust tree trunk where the silver needle had been driven in, a dark black poisonous halo was spreading rapidly outwards at a visible speed, causing the surrounding bark to quickly wither and crack, and the wood inside to lose its color and turn gray.

The imminent death was instantly averted, leaving Wang Qingyuan frozen in place, her mind blank.

She was completely stunned, her gaze fixed on the jade-white hand in front of her that had averted death, and she remained speechless for a long time.

The owner of the hand slowly turned around, his hat brim lifted slightly, and a few strands of snow-white hair fluttered in the cold wind, revealing a handsome and otherworldly face.

When Wang Qingyuan saw the person's appearance clearly, her eyes widened, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she unconsciously raised her hand to cover them.

The person before me had bright, clear eyes and fair, translucent skin, untouched by any worldly dust.

Dressed in a simple gray robe, without brocade or embroidery, he appeared as a celestial being descended to earth, aloof and detached, with an extraordinary and distinguished character.

The scene before her seemed too illusory and otherworldly, completely unlike any other scene in the mundane world, making her unable to distinguish whether she was in a dream or experiencing reality. For a moment, she was captivated and completely lost herself in the moment.

Yang Guo took in the girl's dazed and shy state, but his expression remained calm and his voice was gentle and steady:

"Are you alright, young lady? You should hide behind a tree for now."

A gentle, melodious voice brushed past her ear, quietly waking Wang Qingyuan from her daze.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a faint blush suddenly spread across her cheeks. She subconsciously nodded shyly.

Having just experienced a life-or-death situation, her mind was still shaken, and her legs were still a little sore and heavy. She forced her weak body to move slowly, step by step, to hide behind the thick old locust tree.

After settling in, she couldn't help but turn slightly to the side, revealing half of her beautiful face.

A pair of bright almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the gray-robed figure in the arena, her heart pounding incessantly, her eyes filled with awe and amazement.

At the same time, the standoff on the field has been completely reversed.

Li Mochou stood rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the figure blocking Wang Qingyuan's path.

The fierce glint in her eyes suddenly vanished, and her vision inexplicably became blurry and chaotic. Layer upon layer of old images and events broke through the sealed memories, sweeping over her mind.

For over a decade, the obsessions, loves, hates, and infatuations buried deep in her heart surged and boiled over at this moment, obscuring all her rationality and ruthlessness.

Her body trembled slightly, and the murderous aura around her quietly dissipated, replaced by an almost morbid obsession and tenderness.

In those eyes, usually stained with blood and cold and ruthless, a hint of humble expectation flickered in the water.

"Lu Lang... is that you?"

Li Mochou parted her red lips slightly, her voice hoarse and dry, carrying more than ten years of infatuation and loneliness, her tone humble to the point of being insignificant.

Yang Guo didn't respond at all, but coldly stared at the crazed Li Mochou, sighing inwardly:

Li Mochou was plagued by the word "love" throughout her life, becoming obsessed and insane, indiscriminately killing innocent people, harming both herself and others.

He had intended to observe the situation quietly and not reveal himself too early, but he couldn't just stand by and watch a vibrant young life perish innocently on the spot.

Now that the impasse has been broken, let's take this opportunity to test the results of our recent arduous training, and also capture the wicked Crimson Serpent Fairy to put an end to this scourge on the martial world.

As Li Mochou gazed into Yang Guo's indifferent, cold, and utterly devoid of warmth, the last vestige of tenderness and expectation in her heart shattered instantly.

In her current delusional and insane mind, the person in front of her is "Lu Zhanyuan," the man she has been obsessed with for half her life.

Even after many years, this person still disregards himself and insists on protecting "He Yuanjun" by his side!

Thinking of this, the jealousy and resentment that entangled love and hate in Li Mochou's heart broke through the shackles at this moment, devouring her last bit of clarity and rationality.

Her once gentle and tender face suddenly twisted into a ferocious expression, her beautiful eyes turning blood red, revealing her madness.

She stared intently at Yang Guo, and roared at the top of her lungs:

"Why! Why are you protecting her?!"

"Why would you rather protect someone else than choose to be with me?!"

"Aaaaaah!!! What is it about me that I can't compare to He Yuanjun!!!"

A fierce and frenzied roar echoed throughout the entire mountain forest, causing the surrounding withered branches and leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

Before Li Mochou's roar could even subside, a furious, thunderous shout came from behind her!

"Die, you demon!"

At this moment, Wang Zhengsong was like an enraged tiger, unleashing all his strength as he leaped high into the air.

He gripped the steel blade tightly with both hands, and with a howling wind around him, he cleaved it straight down towards Li Mochou's head.

This strike, imbued with extreme rage and possessing the power to cleave mountains, is the ultimate killing move from the "Luochuan Zhenhe Golden Saber Technique," intended to slay the Crimson Serpent Demon before him in a single blow.

Although Li Mochou was driven mad by her infatuation and seemed like a demon, her martial arts foundation had already been integrated into her bones and engraved into her blood.

A critical moment!

A martial artist's instincts instantly override their confused mind!

Her body suddenly twisted and spun around, and before the move could land or her breath could be evened out, she swung her whisk out with all her might.

Hundreds of silver threads, imbued with their full inner strength, clashed with the descending blade like a sharp steel sword!

boom!

A deafening clang of metal clashing against metal exploded out, the air surged through the forest, the wind howled, and the entire mountain forest trembled and vibrated for a long time.

Wang Zhengsong suddenly felt a force, different from the previous one, surge up the blade and into his arms.

The force was immense, fierce, and domineering, instantly numbing his meridians and causing his palm to split open, with blood seeping out.

Furthermore, with his feet off the ground and his foundation suspended in mid-air, he was unable to sink his waist and stomp on the ground to deflect this devastating backlash.

Like a withered leaf swept by a gale, he could no longer maintain his balance and flew straight backward, crashing heavily onto the frozen ground.

puff--

Wang Zhengsong couldn't help but groan, a mouthful of blood and blood rising to his throat. He clutched his chest tightly, feeling his chest and abdomen churning and his internal organs trembling. His face had turned three-tenths pale.

Clearly, the head-on collision had caused him serious internal injuries, resulting in disordered blood and qi and a significant loss of strength.

"Father!"

Wang Qingyuan, who was behind the locust tree, saw her father fall to the ground seriously injured. Her heart clenched suddenly, and she couldn't help but cry out in shock, her eyes reddening and misting over.

She was frantic and wanted to rush out to help her father, but her legs were still weak and powerless. She took only half a step before swaying and almost falling. She could only hold onto the tree trunk again, looking at her father lying on the ground with tearful eyes.

But Li Mochou, who had already gone mad, no longer saw anyone else.

She completely forgot about the Wang family father and daughter, the guards, and the surrounding dangers.

In her eyes, in her mind, and in all her remaining obsessions, there was only the gray-robed figure in front of her that looked exactly like "Lu Zhanyuan".

Her face regained its gentle and infatuated look, her eyes filled with a morbid expectation and flattery, completely unlike the bloodthirsty demon she had just been.

Li Mochou slowly took a step forward, her gaze fixed intently on Yang Guo, and softly murmured in an almost foolish tone:

"Lu Lang... listen to me. If you are willing to leave with me, I will spare the lives of all of them."

"From now on, I will never make you angry again, never kill indiscriminately again. I will do whatever you say and follow your lead in everything. I only ask that you stay by my side, okay?"