A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

The Quanzhen Sect disciples only felt a flash of light above their heads, and a figure fell like an arrow released from a bow.

As his robes fluttered, a gust of wind swept out, striking Lu Duqing squarely in the back.

Lu Duqing let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying several meters away by the force of the palm strike. He coughed up blood, collapsed to the ground, and remained motionless after that.

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing to the side, was furious and shouted, "Disciple!"

Yang Guo lightly touched the ground with his toes, and instantly landed in front of Xiaolongnu, catching her swaying body and holding her protectively in his arms, murmuring:

"Auntie, Guo'er is here. I'm late."

At this moment, Xiaolongnu was in a daze, her eyes were weak, and her right hand was stroking Yang Guo's face in disbelief.

"Is that you, Guo'er? Am I dreaming?"

"It's my aunt, don't be afraid."

Hearing Yang Guo's reassuring voice, Xiaolongnu couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"I thought...I thought I would never see you again."

Yang Guo didn't speak, but slowly channeled his inner energy into Xiaolongnu's body with his right palm to stabilize her injuries.

Zhang Huai finally ran over from a distance. The Quanzhen Sect disciples on the outer edge of the formation tried to stop him, but with their meager internal strength, their swords could only leave a shallow red mark when they struck Zhang Huai.

Zhang Huai's fists struck like mountains, sending the disciple who was blocking his way flying dozens of feet away.

Earlier, when Yang Guo and Zhang Huai were descending the mountain, they heard the sounds of fighting coming from afar, and following the direction, it was the direction of their wooden house.

Yang Guo and Zhang Huai immediately sensed something was wrong and quickened their pace.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a group of Taoist priests besieging a woman dressed in white, who could be none other than Little Dragon Girl.

Seeing that the leading disciple's sword was about to pierce Xiaolongnu, Zhang Huai made a decisive move and threw the iron rod in his hand like a javelin.

That's how they managed to rescue Xiaolongnu, albeit with great difficulty.

Yang Guo, using the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Step, quickly arrived in front of Xiaolongnu and protected her.

Zhang Huai broke through the great formation, arrived in front of Yang Long and pulled out the black iron rod that was stuck several feet deep in the ground.

Yang Guo's eyes were filled with shock, pain, and rage; he wished he could tear everyone in front of him to pieces.

"I want you all dead!"

Zhang Huai's eyes were also filled with cold light as he surveyed the people around him.

He thought his appearance would make everything perfect, but unexpectedly, such a change still occurred.

The Quanzhen Sect disciples standing nearby were also taken aback by this sudden turn of events and dared not make any rash moves.

After examining Lu Duqing's injuries, Zhao Zhijing found that although he still had a breath left, his meridians were broken, and he would be a cripple for the rest of his life.

Zhao Zhijing, enraged and disregarding everything else, pointed at Yang Guo's nose and shouted, "You little beast! You dare to come back! You even dare to injure my precious disciple! Today I will cleanse the sect and exterminate you, you treacherous and disloyal beast!"

Having said that, he picked up the sword from the ground and stood in the spot where Lu Qingdu had been standing.

"Disciples, heed my command! Form the Heavenly Dipper Formation once more!"

With Zhao Zhijing leading the way, the Quanzhen Sect disciples immediately had a core, and the vacant positions were quickly filled.

Yang Guo was too lazy to argue with him at this point, and simply said in a cold voice, "You dare to hurt my aunt, you can all die!"

"Oh, you little bastard, still dare to talk back? Let's see who kills whom."

Yang Guo ignored him and turned to Zhang Huai, saying, "Brother Zhang, help me break the formation."

"Alright, today you and I, brothers, will slaughter them all, leaving not a single one alive!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Guo, supporting Xiaolongnu with one hand, darted out like a ghost, his sword unsheathed, a cold light piercing straight for Zhao Zhijing's face.

He had been teaching martial arts at Quanzhen Temple since childhood. Although he had not received personal instruction from them, he was very familiar with the structure of this sect's great formation.

At this moment, he was burning with rage, and his sword moves were filled with a ruthless determination to perish together with his opponent. He used the renowned Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword Technique of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

His swordsmanship is agile and graceful, and is specifically designed to counter the Quanzhen Swordsmanship of the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Zhijing never expected that this little beast, who had only been gone for a short time, would have made such great progress in martial arts, to the point that even he himself was finding it difficult to cope. Fortunately, he had the support of the Big Dipper Formation, otherwise he might have really been defeated by him.

Zhang Huai followed closely behind, his black iron rod, combined with the Mountain-Breaking Staff Technique, seemed to come alive in his hands.

After a few days, with the help and guidance of Master Lü and Yang Guo, he had already mastered some basics of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps.

This Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Step is even more ingenious than the changes in the Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Formation.

The black iron rod danced with great force in his hands. Although he did not understand the Big Dipper Formation as well as Yang Guo, he had the advantage of innate divine strength and a physical body that had become a saint. He didn't care where the core of the formation was or how exquisite the formation was.

Zhang Huai overcame skill with brute force, sweeping his iron rod across the ground, shattering even metal and stone wherever it touched.

Two Quanzhen Sect disciples swung their swords to parry, but after two crisp sounds, their swords shattered into pieces.

If it weren't for the ingenious transformations of the Big Dipper Formation that helped them deflect the force, their arms would have been crippled by now.

Even so, at the moment the weapons clashed, a great force flowed through the iron swords into their bodies, immediately disrupting their internal energy and causing them to vomit blood.

Zhao Zhijing had not expected that the stranger alone could hold off several disciples in their formation. He knew that if he fought Yang Guo alone, he would surely be defeated within a hundred moves.

Fortunately, he seized an opportunity and retreated to the rear of the formation.

He was both shocked and furious, and shouted sharply, "Hold your ground! Move according to the Bagua directions and exhaust their internal energy!"

The Big Dipper Formation was already continuous and was known for its ability to defeat the weak with the many. Upon hearing this, the dozens of disciples immediately began to move with mysterious steps, their swords weaving together like a net, trapping Yang Guo and Zhang Huai in the center, completely impenetrable.

However, the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Step is even more mysterious. Although Yang Guo only learned its form and not its spirit, he was still able to protect Xiaolongnu with it. Moreover, he could move through the sword light without getting his clothes dirty, and constantly pierce the weak points in the formation with his long sword flying around.

Within moments, three or four disciples were injured by him, and the formation immediately became slightly disordered.

Zhang Huai, meanwhile, was rampaging around. The Quanzhen Sect disciple's internal strength was weak, even weaker than Shen Zhibai's from a few days ago.

Not even a third-rate expert, he couldn't break through Zhang Huai's defenses at all, so he simply stopped resisting and let the swords and blades strike him.

The Quanzhen Sect disciples were overjoyed to see that Zhang Huai did not resist, and their long swords came flying. However, when they landed on Zhang Huai, they only left a shallow white mark, without even damaging his skin.

The disciples were terrified. Seeing this, they were all filled with fear, for this person was actually made of iron and steel.

"You beast, stop being so arrogant."

Seeing the formation in disarray, Zhao Zhijing had no choice but to draw his sword again to reinforce the ranks.

Zhao Zhijing was quite skilled; his longsword pierced Zhang Huai's body, drawing a bloody gash, but still couldn't penetrate deep into the flesh.

Seeing how powerful Zhang Huai was, he immediately turned to deal with Yang Guo, leaving Zhang Huai to the other disciples.

I never expected that these two would be so difficult to deal with!