"Since you don't hand it over, then don't blame me!" The monk was stimulated by the appearance of no one in Zhi Yao's eyes, and rushed forward with a swing of the pendulum in his hand.

Zhi Yao looked at the magic weapon in the other party's hand and raised her eyebrows in some surprise.

The magic weapon is a rope in the middle, strung together two spiked hammers.

Seeing this magic weapon, Zhi Yao thought that when he first started practicing the magic weapon, he was probably injured a lot, right?

However, this idea was just fleeting, and Zhi Yao greeted him when he made a move.

But just as her sword light was about to meet the pendulum, another sword light suddenly rushed out from the side and met the pendulum.

The sword light flashed past Zhi Yao's side, and the power made Zhi Yao's hair stand on end.

If this sword light was coming towards her, she didn't have the confidence to dodge it.

"Poof!" the monk didn't expect someone to suddenly intervene, and he didn't dodge the sword light at all, and was slashed.

He hurriedly stepped back, spitting out a small mouthful of blood, a sword had been cut on his chest, and a large hole had been cut in his robe, and flesh and blood flew from the wound inside.

"Who is it?" the monk was furious, but he had to suppress the anger in his heart, the other party was probably a master.

Zhi Yao also turned back vigilantly, not knowing if the person who came was really her own person.

Soon, a figure approached from afar.

As soon as Zhi Yao looked over, she saw a female cultivator who hurriedly flew over, and behind her was a monk from the Sword Sect.

Both of them seemed to be chasing something, but the fellow of the Sword Sect glanced up at her.

And the monk also saw that it was the hand of the male cultivator, and he was a little stunned in his heart.

The other party was so far away just now, and he could send out such a powerful sword move, if he waited until he got closer, then he would definitely not be pleased.

Thinking of this, he had the idea of running away, after all, as long as he had the Xuanling Treasure Mirror, he could always find this woman.

When she is alone again, it is not too late for him to come to her again.

It's just that he was just about to escape, when another sword light slashed, forcing him to resist, and he didn't have the strength to escape.

Zhi Yao saw that her fellow disciples were helping, so she didn't make a move on the monk, because her eyes were attracted by the heart that was getting closer and closer.

"Fellow Daoist, help stop it!" As soon as Situ Hualian saw Zhi Yao standing in front of her, she immediately shouted at her.

Although she knew that it was all useless work, she still subconsciously shouted out.

She had called many people for help along the way, but to no avail.

This time, she didn't expect much from her either.

When Zhi Yao saw that the heart was about to roll in front of her, she stepped on the heart with one foot.

With just one foot, she trampled the heart under her feet.

Yue Mengbai followed behind Situ Hualian, and while making a move towards the monk from a distance, she distracted her attention and looked at Zhi Yao.

Seeing that she really stepped on that heart to the ground, she raised her eyebrows in some surprise.

Situ Hualian was also shocked by Zhi Yao's operation, and stood not far away looking at her.

"Poof!"

The monk was struck by Yue Mengbai's sword again, and he was seriously injured and fell from mid-air.

Yue Mengbai approached in a flash, and directly put his sword on the monk's neck.

Zhi Yao couldn't help but look down at her feet, she could feel that the heart was beating non-stop at this time.