If it was usual, the three Yun family disciples faced Yue Qingyao alone, maybe they wouldn't even dare to let out a fart, but now with Yun Zuodong, seeing Yue Qingyao standing up, the three of them just paused, and they didn't mean to retreat.

The four people, except for Yun Zuodong, who is both spiritual and sword cultivator, the middle level of the spirit master, the small level of the sword master, one is dedicated to sword cultivation, the first level of the sword master, and the remaining two are pure spiritual cultivation, the middle level of the spirit master, among the disciples of the Yun family, it can be regarded as a well-qualified existence.

I'm afraid that only Yun Zuodong's identity as the eldest young master can call them and kill Yue Qingyao together.

Yun Zuodong took the lead, and a large white flower appeared in front of him, and on the uphill slope of this night, it seemed that bright flowers suddenly bloomed, and the flowers bloomed all over the field.

Yue Qingyao squinted at a large white flower that seemed to suddenly appear, feeling the gentleness and fierce momentum that came to her face, and couldn't help but smile: "Why isn't it an embroidered pillow?"

Yun Zuodong squinted and smiled, after doing it himself, the disciples of the Yun family in the other three directions also attacked, but it was necessary to see if this woman could laugh after a while.

In front of the two spiritual cultivators, a big hammer and a thin bell appeared, all of which were spells cast by pure spiritual energy, and it seemed that the power and momentum were a little weak after all.

If it can be used through spiritual weapons or magic weapons with higher rank, it is a physical blessing, and Yue Qingyao will be overwhelmed by the power and momentum alone.

The sledgehammer smashed straight towards Yue Qingyao, causing ripples in the spatial aura and increasing a lot of power, while the big bell was hanging in the air, wanting to envelop Yue Qingyao in it and block the consumption of the sword qi on his body.

Yue Qingyao didn't dare to be careless, she ran the sword technique in her body, and her body exuded a fierce sword aura, and those close white flowers were shattered in a large piece, and Yue Qingyao had no intention of entanglement with Yun Zuodong.

Instead, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards one of the devotionals, the one who was about to fall the bell in the air.

The big hammer still smashed towards Yue Qingyao, Yue Qingyao blocked a hand, blocked the big hammer with a sharp sword qi, and made a dull sound, Yue Qingyao's figure was paused for a moment, and the next moment, the sledgehammer exploded directly, using the spiritual cultivation of the big hammer, and the figure staggered back a few steps, and his face turned red and white.

Yue Qingyao had already rushed to the other spiritual cultivation that was about to run when he saw this, a sword light, suddenly brightened the night sky, breaking through the air and slashing towards the spiritual cultivation of the big bell that was about to run when he saw that the situation was not good, and the big bell hanging in the air fell in a hurry, but at the top of Yue Qingyao's head, it was blocked by the fierce sword qi, and after a stalemate for a while, it completely shattered and dissipated.

The spirit cultivator who was shattered by the big bell directly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and he watched the sword light roar towards him, as if he was about to be cut in half.

"Go."

The tall and burly sword cultivator who had not made a move, finally made a move, and two sword lights, respectively, flew towards Yue Qingyao and Yue Qingyao The sword light that wanted to kill the Great Zhong Spiritual Cultivator.

The sword light collided with the sword light, making a piercing sound, blooming with a fleeting dazzling light.

The spiritual cultivator who broke the bell still let out a miserable scream, and there was a terrifying blood mark on his body.

The sword light that flew towards Yue Qingyao rushed into the fierce sword qi emanating from Yue Qingyao's body, and he was not able to get close to Yue Qingyao and disappeared into the sword qi emitted by Yue Qingyao.

The tall and burly disciple of the Yun family frowned, if he faced Yue Qingyao alone, he would really not be Yue Qingyao's opponent, and the end would be either life or death.

Sure enough, she is the first beauty in Fengyang City, and she is also a sword cultivation embryo with excellent qualifications, and her sword qi is sharp and condensed.

Yue Qingyao sneered, just glanced at the tall burly young man who made the last move, and casually struck out a few sword qis, shattering the surging white flowers of Yun Zuodong, and continued to rush towards the big Zhong spiritual cultivator who was unstable and pale as blood.

Yun Zuodong didn't expect Yue Qingyao's momentum to be so strong, and it was much stronger than the first time he fought Yue Qingyao in the courtyard.

Yun Zuodong naturally didn't care about the life or death of that big bell spiritual cultivator, but as soon as he fought, there were casualties, so the other two would definitely lose their courage.

The Great Bell Devotional can die, but it's too early.

The white flowers suddenly gathered, and the power instantly became many times stronger, and there were even ripples in the space, like white flowers that needed to carry the gathering.

Yue Qingyao felt the sudden power behind her, so she had to take a cold look, her face was pale, and there was an extra bloodstain on her body, so let you live a little longer.

The fierce sword qi on her body also suddenly condensed, and as soon as Yue Qingyao turned around, the gathered white flowers smashed on the sword qi in front of her, which was so powerful that Yue Qingyao took a few steps back directly, and the sword qi and white flowers in front of her began to be continuously crushed and consumed.

Yun Zuodong shouted to the tall and burly young man in a deep voice: "You still don't make a move!"

The tall and burly sword cultivator sneered, fortunately he was not alone, the sword qi on his body was solid, and a dazzling sword light instantly overshadowed the white flower and the sword qi light on Yue Qingyao's body, and directly slashed Yue Qingyao who was fighting against the white flower.

Seeing such an opportunity, the injured Great Bell Spiritual Cultivator and the Sledgehammer Spiritual Cultivator also gritted their teeth and drank lightly, consumed the spiritual energy in their bodies, and used the big bell and sledgehammer again, flying towards Yue Qingyao, who had no ability to fight back.

Yue Qingyao frowned, except for Yun Zuodong, the other three can be completely defeated, and now the four of them have joined forces, plus Yun Zuodong, who is not weak, Yue Qingyao is still gradually falling behind.

With a light shout, the sword qi in front of him was surging, as if a sword wall was suddenly erected, and while crushing the gathered white flowers, he pushed it back a few points, turned around, and then split out three more sword lights, and slammed the big bell with the two spiritual cultivators who gritted their teeth, as well as the full sword of the tall and burly young man.

The two spiritual bells and hammers, without any suspense, shattered and shattered again, but the tall and burly young man's sword slashed Yue Qingyao's sword light with all his might, and finally broke through the sword qi emitted by Yue Qingyao and fell on Yue Qingyao.

Yue Qingyao gasped, and the sword wall that stood up behind her was also pushed down by the white flowers that increased the power of Yun Zuodong, and smashed heavily on Yue Qingyao's back.

Yue Qingyao's body suddenly rushed forward, staggered and fell to the ground, her face finally had a rare panic, her face became pale, she held her chest, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and tried her best to suppress the chaotic sword qi in her body, which also made her extremely painful.

Call!

Seeing that Yue Qingyao, who was defeated and had no momentum, fell to the ground, and the four of them couldn't help but let out a long breath, after all, there were injuries and no deaths.

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 might, and there was a great possibility of defeat, and he would not be as relaxed and chic as he is now.

As for the tall and burly young man, his face was just a little pale, and if he couldn't do it with all his strength, the tall and burly young man was ready to retreat.

If you have a colored heart and a colored guts, you must have life and strength, otherwise you will make a wedding dress for Yun Zuodong.

The other two spiritual cultivators, who consumed all the spiritual energy in their bodies, used the big bell and hammered it, and were once again cut by Yue Qingyao's two sword lights, and directly lost their spiritual energy, and fell to the ground, regretting and worrying.

If Yue Qingyao defeated Yun Zuodong and the tall burly young man again, the two of them would still have the strength to escape, but the two of them would fall into the hands of Yue Qingyao, life and death were unknown, and they were prepared for the worst.

That is to beg for mercy, whether it is useful or not, 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, and they felt lucky, and if they didn't die, there would be a blessing in the future.

Yun Zuodong was full of smiles, among the four, he was the strongest and the most relaxed, and the other three couldn't help but admit it, if Yun Zuodong couldn't drag Yue Qingyao to death, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the situation now.

After all, there is no danger and they all survive, that is, there will be a blessing in the future.

Yue Qingyao spit out another mouthful of black blood, and when she saw Yun Zuodong walking over slowly, there was no anger in her heart, only a burst of sadness.

Yun Zuodong walked in front of Yue Qingyao, squatted down, boldly, and directly raised Yue Qingyao's chin.

Through the faint starlight, looking at Yue Qingyao's pale, but delicate and beautiful face, just as he was about to speak, Yue Qingyao spit out a mouthful of black blood on his face.

Yun Zuodong's face directly became cold, and his backhand was a big slap, which was imprinted on Yue Qingyao's face, and Yue Qingyao rolled on the lawn on the hillside a few times, vomiting 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, is it careless again, but this girl is really strong, but I like it."

Yun Zuodong's face was gloomy, and he wiped the black blood off his face casually with his hands, he just wanted to take a good look at Yue Qingyao's face, glanced at Yue Qingyao and said: "This is not the place to do things, take her to the back of the hill, I want to take a good look at her appearance."

The tall and burly young man sighed and shook his head, except for Yun Zuodong, who can stand up now is himself, who will be the coolie if he is not a coolie.

Glancing at the two spiritual cultivators who were still out of breath, he said with a smile: "Hurry up and go to the back hillside, it's time to work."

The tall and burly young man, although he wants to be a coolie, is happy in his heart, and if he wants to take Yue Qingyao, he must touch Yue Qingyao's body, and he can rub oil first.

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

Yue Qingyao was completely panicked, if she was really taken to the back mountain by them, the consequences could be imagined, she might as well die.

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

Yun Zuodong and the two spiritual cultivators, who had already walked up the back hill, were stunned and stopped.