Ming Mo knew that unlike Lan Ruoqing, Mentor Ji Yurou was not comparable to them in terms of speed or strength, and her combat skills were even stronger, so she had to be cautious.

can only resist Ji Yurou's mentor tightly, trying to judge her attack method from the subtle movements of her body.

Looking at Ming Mo's full vigilance, as if facing a great enemy, Mentor Yurou smiled lightly, raised his slender hand slightly, and a long whip of source power condensed by flames appeared in his hand, looking at Ming Mo Wan'er and said with a smile: "I control my power at the third order of the Source Control Realm, but whether I can deal with me who has the means of Condensing the Source Realm depends on you, Mingmo." ”

Immediately, the flame whip in his hand danced, shooting out like a spiritual snake out of the hole, and slashed down towards Mingmo.

At a distance of more than ten meters, in the blink of an eye, looking at the flame whip that crossed a distance of more than ten meters almost instantly, Ming Mo's pupils shrank, and when the flame whip came to the top of his head with a strong wind sound, Ming Mo's left foot took a step across and sideways to avoid the blow. The flaming whip fell to the ground, leaving a scorched black on the hard marble floor.

The soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, his body bowed slightly, and he shot towards the opposite Yurou mentor like a cheetah.

Halfway through the journey, looking at the smiling Mentor Yurou, Ming Mo felt a blazing heat coming from behind him, slightly discolored, and hit the ground with both hands, with the help of the power of the reverse thrust, he narrowly avoided the whip of the Mentor Yurou's flame long whip swept towards his feet.

The body took off, and the flame whip in the hand of the Yurou mentor struck again, and Ming Mo, who had nowhere to borrow his strength, suddenly twisted his body at a strange angle, and forcibly turned his body in the air to avoid the blow. The body fell to the ground, and the source power of Mingmo's body skyrocketed, and he shot away at Mentor Yurou again, and the long whip kept waving, and Mentor Yurou suddenly made a whip shadow in front of him, and the whip shadow crisscrossed and crisscrossed, Mingmo ignored it, and his figure flashed and jumped into the whip shadow.

Looking at the two people who fought like lightning, everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that in the face of Mentor Yurou, Mingmo would still have a chance to attack.

The flame whip is like a strange spirit snake, and it is weird and tricky between stretching and sweeping.

But Ming Mo was not afraid at all, and his body was like writhing strangely in mid-air just now, avoiding one whip after another.

Slowly approaching Mentor Yurou.

When he arrived in front of Mentor Yurou, he curled his palms into a fist and struck towards Mentor Yurou's delicate body.

The corners of Ming Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, his hand-to-hand combat was not weak, and now he finally had a chance to fight back.

The flame whip in Mentor Yurou's hand suddenly disappeared, a playful smile appeared on his face, and the fiery red source power on his body surged, meeting Mingmo's fist.

Soon Mingmo noticed that something was wrong, and fought with Yurou Mentor in close combat, whether he used his legs, fists, or even palms, Yurou Mentor was basically able to dodge his attacks every time and had time to fight back. The purity of the source force is no less than his, and every attack has no effect, and it is evenly divided under hard touches. This made Ming Mo understand that Mentor Yurou had no less melee ability than him.

The right fist slammed out, with a burst of red source power. Mixed with a blazing breath.

Smiling slightly, Mentor Yurou took a step back to avoid Mingmo's attack.

The blow was unsuccessful, but Ming Mo did not pursue and stopped in place.