Normally, if the three Yun family disciples faced Yue Qingyao alone, they might not even dare to fart, but now that Yun Zuodong was included, when Yue Qingyao stood up, the three of them just paused.

No intention of backing down.

There are four people, except Yun Zuodong, who is both a spiritual cultivator and a swordsman, an intermediate spiritual master and a junior swordsman. One is dedicated to sword cultivation and is a junior swordsman. The remaining two are pure spiritual cultivators and intermediate spiritual masters.

, among the Yun family disciples, he is considered to have good qualifications.

I'm afraid only Yun Zuodong's status as the eldest young master can persuade them to surround and kill Yue Qingyao.

Yun Zuodong took the lead, and a large field of white flowers appeared in front of him. On the uphill slope at night, it seemed that bright flowers suddenly bloomed, and the flowers bloomed everywhere.

Yue Qingyao squinted at the large white flowers that seemed to suddenly appear. Feeling the gentle yet fierce momentum coming towards her face, she couldn't help but smile: "Why isn't it an embroidered pillow?"

Yun Zuodong narrowed his eyes and smiled. After he took action, the Yun family disciples from the other three directions also launched attacks. He wanted to see if this woman could still laugh after a while.

A big hammer and a thin bell appeared in front of the two spiritual cultivators. They were both spells cast by pure spiritual energy. It seemed that their power and momentum were a bit weak after all.

If it can be performed through a spiritual weapon or a higher-grade magic weapon, it will be a physical blessing. The mere power and momentum will overwhelm Yue Qingyao and make her breathless.

The sledgehammer hit Yue Qingyao directly, causing ripples of spiritual energy in the space and adding a lot of power. The big bell hung in the air and fell, trying to envelop Yue Qingyao in it and block and consume the sword energy in her body.

Yue Qingyao did not dare to be careless. She used the sword skills in her body and exuded fierce sword energy. Those white flowers that were close to her were smashed into pieces. Yue Qingyao had no intention of entangled with Yun Zuodong.

Instead, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards one of the spiritual cultivators. It was the spiritual cultivator who was about to drop the big bell from the sky.

The big hammer still hit Yue Qingyao. Yue Qingyao blocked the big hammer with a sharp sword energy. There was a dull sound. Yue Qingyao was paused. The next moment, the sledge hammer exploded.

, using the spiritual practice of big beating, he staggered back a few steps, his face turned red and white.

Yue Qingyao had already rushed towards the other spiritual cultivator who was about to run away when he saw the situation. A sword light suddenly lit up the night sky, slashing through the air towards the spiritual cultivator who was about to run away when he saw the situation was bad. The big bell hung in the air.

It fell in a hurry, but was blocked by the sharp sword energy just above Yue Qingyao's head. After a stalemate for a while, it completely collapsed and dissipated.

The broken bell spit out a mouthful of blood, widened his eyes, and watched the sword light roaring towards him, as if he was about to be cut in half.

"go."

The tall and burly sword cultivator who had not taken action finally took action. Two sword lights flew towards Yue Qingyao and the sword light that Yue Qingyao wanted to kill Dazhong Lingxiu.

Sword light and sword light collided, making a harsh sound and blooming with a fleeting dazzling light.

The soul of the broken bell still let out a scream, and there was a terrifying blood mark on his body.

The sword light flying towards Yue Qingyao rushed into the fierce sword energy emanating from Yue Qingyao. It failed to get close to Yue Qingyao and disappeared into the sword energy emanating from Yue Qingyao.

The tall and burly Yun family disciple frowned. If he faced Yue Qingyao alone, he was really no match for Yue Qingyao. He would end up either alive or dead.

As expected, she was the most beautiful woman in Fengyang City, and she was also an extremely qualified sword cultivator. Her sword energy was sharp and concise. They had just fought and injured a relatively low-level Da Zhong spiritual cultivator.

Yue Qingyao sneered, just glanced at the tall and burly young man who made the last move, and fired a few sword energy, smashing Yun Zuodong's white flowers into pieces, and continued to rush towards the unstable, pale-faced man.

Bloody Bell Devotional.

Yun Zuodong also did not expect that Yue Qingyao's aura was so powerful. It was much stronger than the sword energy when he and Yue Qingyao fought in the yard for the first time.

Yun Zuodong naturally didn't care about the life or death of the big bell spiritual cultivator, but if there were casualties just after the fight, the other two would definitely lose their courage.

Da Zhong Lingxiu can die, but it is too early.

The white flowers suddenly gathered together, and their power instantly became countless times stronger. Ripples appeared in the space, as if they needed to support the gathering white flowers.

Yue Qingyao felt the power coming from behind her suddenly, so she could only glance coldly at Da Zhong Lingxiu, who had a pale face and a bloodstain on her body, and asked you to live a little longer.

The sharp sword energy on her body suddenly solidified. As soon as Yue Qingyao turned around, the gathered white flowers hit the sword energy in front of her. The force was so powerful that Yue Qingyao took a few steps back. The sword energy in front of her

And the white flowers began to be continuously crushed and consumed.

Yun Zuodong shouted to the tall and burly young man in a deep voice: "You still haven't taken action!"

The tall and burly sword cultivator sneered. Fortunately, he was not alone. The sword energy on his body was as solid as one. A bright and dazzling sword light instantly overshadowed the white flowers and the light of the sword energy on Yue Qingyao's body, slashing directly at the white flower.

Yue Qingyao who fights against flowers.

When the injured Dazhong Lingxiu and the sledgehammer-exploding Lingxiu saw such an opportunity, they gritted their teeth and let out a soft drink. They consumed the spiritual energy in their bodies and used the big bell and sledgehammer again, flying towards Yue Qing who was no longer able to fight back.

Yao.

Yue Qingyao frowned. Except for Yun Zuodong, he could win against the other three. Now that the four of them joined forces, and Yun Zuodong was not weak, Yue Qingyao still gradually fell behind.

With a soft drink, the sword energy surged in front of him, as if a wall of swords suddenly erected, crushing the gathered white flowers. At the same time, he pushed back a few points, turned around, and struck out three more sword lights.

, facing off against the big bells and big blows used by the two spiritual cultivators with gritted teeth, and the full force sword of the tall and burly young man.

The two spiritual bells and hammers, without any suspense, were shattered again, but the tall and burly young man's full sword slashed Yue Qingyao's sword light into pieces, and finally broke through Yue Qingyao's sword light.

The sword energy fell on Yue Qingyao.

Yue Qingyao gasped, and the sword wall erected behind her was pushed down by Yun Zuodong's white flowers that increased their power, and hit Yue Qingyao's back heavily.

Yue Qingyao's body suddenly rushed forward, and she stumbled to the ground. Her face finally showed a rare look of panic, and her face turned pale. She held her chest, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and tried her best to suppress the chaotic sword energy in her body, which also caused her pain.

extremely.

call!

Seeing Yue Qingyao's defeat and loss of momentum, she fell to the ground. The four of them couldn't help but let out a long breath. After all, they were injured or not dead.

Yun Zuodong also breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the other three, he would have tied with Yue Qingyao with all his strength, or even lost. He would not be as relaxed and carefree as he is now.

As for the tall and burly young man, his face was just a little pale. If he couldn't do anything with his sword with all his strength, the tall and burly young man made plans to retreat.

If you have a lustful heart or courage, you must have a life and strength, otherwise you will just be making a wedding dress for Yun Zuodong.

The other two spiritual cultivators consumed all the spiritual energy in their bodies and used the big bell and hammer. They were chopped into pieces by Yue Qingyao's two sword lights again. They lost all their spiritual energy and fell to the ground, filled with regret, worry and fear.

If Yue Qingyao defeats Yun Zuodong and the tall and burly young man again, they will still have the strength to escape, but their two souls will fall into the hands of Yue Qingyao. Life or death is unknown, and they are prepared for the worst.

.

That is to beg for mercy. No matter whether it is useful or not, just kowtow three times.

Seeing Yue Qingyao fall to the ground, the two spiritual cultivators who were already waiting for death suddenly had a light in their eyes. They felt lucky. Will they be blessed if they survived the catastrophe?

Yun Zuodong's face was full of smiles. Among the four, he was the strongest and the easiest. The other three had to admit that if Yun Zuodong hadn't been able to drag Yue Qingyao to death, I might not be here now.

situation.

In the end, there were no near misses and everyone survived, which means he will be lucky in the future.

Yue Qingyao spat out another mouthful of black blood and saw Yun Zuodong slowly walking over. There was no anger in her heart, only a sense of sadness.

Yun Zuodong walked up to Yue Qingyao, squatted down, and boldly lifted Yue Qingyao's chin.

With the faint starlight, I looked at Yue Qingyao's pale but delicate and beautiful face. Just as she was about to speak, Yue Qingyao spat out a mouthful of black blood on her face.

Yun Zuodong's face immediately turned cold, and he gave Yue Qingyao a big slap with his backhand, which was printed on one side of the face. Yue Qingyao rolled several times on the hillside lawn and vomited blood again.

The tall and burly young man walked over with a smile, looked at Yue Qingyao who was vomiting blood, and said with a smile: "Brother Zuodong, you are careless again, but this girl has a really strong temper, but I like her."

Yun Zuodong's face was gloomy, and he wiped off the black blood on his face casually with his hands. He just wanted to take a good look at Yue Qingyao's face. He glanced at Yue Qingyao and said: "This is not a place to do business. Take her to the hillside."

Later, I want to take a good look at her appearance."

The tall and burly young man sighed and shook his head. Apart from Yun Zuodong, the only one who can stand up now is himself. If he is not a coolie, who will be?

He glanced at the two spiritual cultivators who were still panting, and said with a smile: "Hurry up to the back hillside, it's time to work."

Although the tall and burly young man has to work as a coolie, his heart is full of joy. If he wants to take Yue Qingyao, he must touch Yue Qingyao's body. Why don't he take advantage of it first?

The tall and burly young man couldn't wait to walk towards Yue Qingyao, ready to get started and feel it.

Yue Qingyao was completely panicked. If they really took her to the back mountain, the consequences could be imagined. She might as well die.

Just when the tall and burly young man was about to bend down and pick up Yue Qingyao, a figure slowly walked up the hillside, and a deep voice came: "Let's see who dares to touch her!"
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