The other party refused to give up, and Mo Zhuoyu and the three of them obviously would not hand over the spiritual objects in their hands for nothing.

After a moment of confrontation, the male cultivator surnamed Zhang took the lead in attacking.

The long sword danced, and a sharp sword light slashed across the ground, leaving a deep imprint, heading straight for Mo Zhuoyu and the three of them.

Since this battle is inevitable, Mo Zhuoyu and the three of them no longer keep it, and they have shot back.

The four people on the opposite side were all sword cultivators, and among them, the male cultivator surnamed Wu and a tall and neatly dressed female cultivator were monks in the late stage of foundation building. The other two were mid-foundation monks.

Two monks in the late stage of foundation building, facing Bai Qingfeng and Ding Yan respectively. There were two remaining mid-foundation building monks, but one left and one right, blocking Mo Zhuoyu's way.

The other party obviously saw that Mo Zhuoyu had the lowest cultivation among the three, and wanted to use her as a breakthrough.

Bai Qingfeng and Ding Yan are both excellent disciples in the Aoki Sect, although the sword cultivation attack power is high, but the two of them are also easy to deal with.

Seeing Mo Zhuoyu being besieged by the two, Bai Qingfeng looked at Mo Zhuoyu worriedly while dealing with his opponent.

Mo Zhuoyu met his gaze and shook his head to signal that he did not have to worry. As he turned, he dodged the sword light coming from behind.

The male cultivator surnamed Zhang was in hot pursuit, and with a stroke of the long sword, a fiery sword aura pressed in front of Mo Zhuoyu again.

On the other side, the female cultivator, who is relatively petite, is not ambiguous at all. The jasper-like sword was rapidly swung into an afterimage. Sen Leng's sword net blocked all the way behind Mo Zhuoyu.

Mo Zhuoyu suddenly fell into the tense offensive of being attacked from front to back, and it was difficult to find a way out for a while. However, the crisis situation made it so that there was no time to hesitate.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't think about it, the sunset bow in his hand had already been stretched out, and it shot at the male cultivator surnamed Zhang who was about to shoot again. At the same time, a cloud wave in his hand surged out from in front of him, washing away the sword qi that almost burned his body.

Then, Mo Zhuoyu shot three arrows with his backhand again, resisting the sword net that attacked from behind.

However, at this time, the monk surnamed Zhang had already flown to avoid the waves, and swung his sword again to attack Mo Zhuoyu.

The sword net here was not as easy to solve as Mo Zhuoyu imagined, and the water arrow hit it, although it shook up bursts of spiritual power fluctuations. However, under the continuous replenishment of the female cultivators, the sword net was still as strong as before, and it was constantly approaching Mo Zhuoyu.

Mo Zhuoyu had to give up the decision to break the sword net with water arrows, and the blazing sword wind behind him kept approaching, and the hairs on Mo Zhuoyu's back stood on end.

Mo Zhuoyu struck a palm downward with both hands, and flew upwards with his strength.

The sword qi slashed under her feet, and the blazing heat burned the soles of her feet red. But Mo Zhuoyu didn't have time to care about the pain in the soles of her feet, because the female cultivator had already taken this opportunity to arrange the sword net around Mo Zhuoyu, blocking all her paths up and down, left and right.

Mo Zhuoyu knew that he was careless and fell into the trap set by his opponent. However, the feelings of frustration have no effect, and now we can only come up with a solution as soon as possible.

Mo Zhuoyu's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the battle of the other four. The tall female cultivator that Bai Qingfeng fought against was obviously not shallow in swordsmanship. In addition, Bai Qingfeng is majoring in Dan Technique after all, and his attack means are weak.

For a while, the two were indistinguishable, and it was obviously impossible to free up their hands to help Mo Zhuoyu.

On the other side, Ding Yan's fire-based exercises are really powerful.

With a sea of fire, the surroundings were suddenly plunged into soaring flames.

Although the monk surnamed Wu has advanced swordsmanship, he has no choice but to get close to Ding Yan's body, and he is temporarily at a disadvantage.

Despite this, after all, the other party was a sword cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and it was difficult for Ding Yan to withdraw his hand while dealing with the other party. 18

In the current situation, it is obvious that you can only rely on yourself. Mo Zhuoyu retracted his gaze and looked at the approaching sword net.

The sword net flashed with a fierce light, and if it fell on his body, he was afraid that it would be no less than Ling Chi's punishment.

Mo Zhuoyu called mint softly, quickly communicated two sentences, and made up his mind.

A cyan figure suddenly appeared in the sword net, and Mo Zhuoyu hid behind the mint's turtle shell, and quickly rushed out of the sword net.

Before the two of them came back to their senses, a green cold light in their hands hit the female cultivator.

Twelve autumn water nails instantly surrounded it and slammed into its flesh from all directions at great speed.

The nun was not slow to react, and quickly danced her sword and shot down the three autumn water nails in front of her. However, before she could strike again, the other autumn water nails had already fallen on her.

However, a flash of fluorescence emitted from her blue robe at the critical moment, knocking down all the autumn water nails that fell on her.

The female cultivator obviously didn't expect that she had almost suffered a big loss, and snorted coldly, her face full of anger. The long sword in his hand danced again, about to hit Mo Zhuoyu.

But Mo Zhuoyu didn't pay attention to the sword, but after sending out the autumn water nail, he turned around and shot against the other male cultivator.

The water arrows in his hand kept shooting, and the male cultivator didn't wipe them at first, and when he dodged urgently, he was shot and injured in the arm.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't give him a chance to breathe, and Yun Bo resolutely followed suit, impulsing the figure he had just stood on again. While blocking its retreat with water arrows, it can only float in the turbulent water waves.

On the other side, the female cultivator's sword was already about to come behind Mo Zhuoyu, when suddenly a cold light flew from behind him.

Before it could react, the autumn water nail had already passed through its palm with drops of blood.

The nun looked at the pierced palm, her body shook slightly, and she fell to the ground with her eyes closed in an instant.

Mo Zhuoyu listened to the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him, and knew that the trouble had been solved, and he retracted his mind and began to implement the next plan.

The other three members of the Mijian Sect were furious when they saw the female cultivator fall. The male cultivator surnamed Zhang took advantage of Mo Zhuoyu's lack of wiping and flew up from the water waves. The long sword slashed, the spiritual power continued to condense, and a long sword qi appeared above Mo Zhuoyu's head, and it would fall in an instant.

The other two monks no longer wanted to fight with Bai and Ding, and they got rid of the battle one after another, wanting to come and take Mo Zhuoyu's life.

Seeing this, Bai Qingfeng and Ding Yan immediately followed closely and flew over.

Mo Zhuoyu watched everyone besiege him, but he was not anxious. She knew that in today's battle, the three of them would win completely, and there was not much hope. And she hasn't forgotten that there is a fourth-grade demon beast behind her, which may be pursued at any time.

At that time, not to mention the three of them, I am afraid that it will be difficult for everyone present to get out.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Mo Zhuoyu understood that this battle must be resolved quickly, and it can only be outwitted.

Seeing that everyone was approaching, Mo Zhuoyu finally activated the things in his hand.

The thick white mist suddenly appeared in the air, and quickly spread, and everyone's eyes were instantly white.

Because Mo Zhuoyu was the owner of the magic weapon, he was not affected, and took advantage of the obstruction of everyone's line of sight, and quickly dodged the falling sword blade. Flying backwards, he picked up the mint that fell to the ground after becoming smaller, and then quickly flew towards Bai Qingfeng and Ding Yan.

After whispering a few words, the two immediately followed closely and left the scene.