The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

At first, Zhao Zhijing thought that Xiaolongnu's martial arts skills were just so-so, but he didn't expect that he was almost defeated by her as soon as they started fighting. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

He took a long sword from a disciple and said in a deep voice: "Miss Long is very skilled. I underestimated you. Come on, let me continue to learn from you!"

Xiao Long Nu nodded slightly, "We should have shown our weapons like this a long time ago!"

As she spoke, a tinkling sound was heard, and the white silk ribbon in her hand swept from left to right like a flash of lightning.

Zhao Zhijing made sword gestures with his left hand and swung the long sword with his right hand, fighting with the pair of white silk ribbons in Xiaolongnu's hands.

Many Taoists gathered around tightly, watching the fierce battle intently.

Under the flickering candlelight, a beautiful girl in white clothes and a middle-aged Taoist priest were seen fighting fiercely.

The weapons in their hands flew like lightning and the ribbons fluttered like rainbows, making it difficult to tell the winner for a moment.

Zhao Zhijing is hailed as the best among the three generations of Quanzhen disciples, and this title is not undeserved.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is definitely among the top five in the Quanzhen Sect.

However, facing the little girl in front of him, he fought with her for dozens of rounds but failed to gain the slightest advantage.

The two silk ribbons danced by Xiaolongnu are like nimble poisonous snakes, unpredictable and easy to use.

Coupled with the two golden balls constantly making clear and pleasant tinkling sounds, it makes people feel upset and their souls are agitated.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't win the battle after a long time and he couldn't help getting anxious.

He thought to himself: I am a master with a long-standing reputation in the martial arts world. If I cannot win after fighting with this little girl for more than a hundred moves, it will be a disgrace even if I win in the end!

Thinking of this, his swordsmanship suddenly changed from fast to slow.

Although the moves became several times slower than before, the power of the sword was greatly enhanced.

At first, his sword had to avoid the entanglement and traction of the silk ribbon.

At this moment, the power of his swordsmanship increased greatly, and he actually began to cut the silk ribbons.

After a few more moves, there was a "clang" sound, and the golden ball collided with the sword. Zhao Zhijing had strong internal strength, and he deflected the golden ball back, sending it flying straight towards Xiaolongnu's face.

Seeing the opportunity not to be missed, he immediately took advantage of the situation and attacked. Amid the cheers of the crowd, the sword blade moved forward along the ribbon and pierced Xiaolongnu's wrist.

He thought that Xiaolongnu had to let go of the silk ribbon, otherwise her wrist would be injured by the sword.

However, what Zhao Zhijing never expected was that Xiaolongnu's right hand flipped quickly, like lightning, and actually grabbed the sword blade firmly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the extremely hard sword was broken into two pieces!

At this, all the Taoists screamed in unison. Zhao Zhijing leaped back quickly, holding a half-broken sword in his hand, and was stunned.

How could he have imagined that the gloves worn by Xiaolongnu were actually woven with extremely fine and tough platinum threads!

This is a treasure passed down from her master!

Don't be fooled by its softness and thinness. It is actually extremely hard and cannot be damaged even by swords or guns.

At the moment when she suddenly grabbed Zhao Zhijing's sword, she exerted her exquisite strength and easily broke the sword.

Seeing that he had lost, Zhao Zhijing had no choice but to say, "I admit defeat, Miss Long, you can leave now."

However, Xiao Long Nu was not moved at all. She responded coldly: "You destroyed Ye Fan's Dantian, can you just admit defeat and let it go?"

Zhao Zhijing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said quietly, "Ye Fan betrayed his master, and I don't think I did anything wrong. Why does Miss Long have to force him so hard?"

Xiaolongnu's eyes were still cold, revealing an unwavering look, as if nothing could shake her determination.

She said calmly: "We in the Tomb Clan never like to argue with others, but we will never tolerate others bullying us. Today, you must give Ye Fan a satisfactory explanation."

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth fiercely, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Well, since Miss Long is so persistent and unwilling to give up, then in order to protect the reputation of Quanzhen Sect, I have no choice but to fight with you today. But swords are ruthless, if I accidentally hurt Miss Long, I hope she won't blame me."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped up like a nimble cheetah and took the sword from a disciple.

Then he jumped up again and landed in front of Xiaolongnu as lightly as a bird.

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Set up the Tiangang Beidou formation!"

The voice echoed throughout the Chongyang Palace. When the Taoists heard him mention the reputation of Quanzhen Sect, they were all shocked and naturally could not sit idly by.

In an instant, six middle-aged Taoists holding long swords flew to Zhao Zhijing's side like meteors.

Xiao Longnu quietly looked at the seven people rushing towards her, and saw that their formation was quite strange, with four people standing on the left and only three people on the right.

Although Xiaolongnu was somewhat confused, she did not think too much about it. She just thought that these people were no match for her if they fought alone, and they wanted to use their numbers to bully the weak.

She was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. She shook her wrist and the white silk ribbon made a crisp tinkling sound, like a white dragon soaring into the sky and sweeping from left to right again.

The seven Taoists each held a long sword, their bodies intertwined, and their sword moves were sharp, stabbing, poking, chopping, and slashing, coordinating with each other seamlessly, like a surging torrent, sweeping towards Xiaolongnu.

Xiao Long Nu waved the white silk ribbon in both hands and tangled with the seven men. She was graceful and agile, and she was able to handle the siege of the seven men with ease.

Zhao Zhijing was secretly shocked. The martial arts of this little girl were too strange and unpredictable. She could actually hold out against the seven masters for such a long time on her own.

While he was nervously directing everyone to change their formations, he was also concentrating on finding Xiaolongnu's flaws.

Suddenly, he keenly noticed a tiny gap on the right side of Xiaolongnu. He was overjoyed and stabbed out with his sword without hesitation.

Xiao Longnu reacted quickly. She stretched out her left palm like lightning and grabbed the sword accurately again.

Zhao Zhijing now fully understood that the gloves she was wearing must be a powerful treasure, which could easily break his sword.

So, he made a prompt decision and used all his strength to transfer his internal energy through the sword, trying to use his powerful skills to shake off Xiaolongnu's palm.

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Everyone, help me take this sword quickly!"

When the other six masters heard his shout, they immediately understood what he meant. They drew their swords and struck Zhao Zhijing gently and accurately.

In an instant, seven surging internal forces gathered on the sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand like a torrent.

Xiaolongnu secretly exerted force with her hands, and as the strength of both sides compared, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and the long sword broke again!

However, Xiaolongnu's arms were also numbed by this powerful force, and her chest was aching slightly.

You should know that the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation is the supreme martial art of the Quanzhen Sect. When it is practiced to the pinnacle, seven masters working together to perform this formation are enough to dominate the world.

After just this one exchange of moves, Xiaolongnu already knew the power of the Tiangang Beidou Formation.

At this moment, she realized that her "Jade Girl Heart Sutra" had not yet been cultivated to perfection. If she forced herself to fight against it, it would be difficult to win.

So, she decisively threw the broken sword in her hand to the ground, kicked her feet hard, and her body rose into the air as lightly as a bird, as if she had no weight at all, and floated out from the top of the wall.

The Taoists looked at each other in amazement as they saw her suddenly display such a wonderful skill in martial arts.

They never expected that this seemingly delicate woman actually possessed such extraordinary skills that she could easily fly over the wall in the blink of an eye and disappear in front of everyone.