The two eagle kings of Yin Jue and Fire God sneered together, looked at Mo Luo in the sky and said, "Who is my Dao, it turns out to be Mo Luo, the lackey of that traitor." Your title of bullshit knife king is not in our eyes at all, and if you want to snatch the princess, call that traitor himself. ”

Moreau was not angry at all, and the unruly smile on the corner of his mouth gradually expanded. He slowly walked out of the whirlpool, a huge aura that seemed to cling to his vest, following him closely.

Yin Jue and the Fire God's brows suddenly furrowed, and the battle intent in their eyes was instantly ignited. Moreau is an old rival, and they don't know how many times they have dealt with each other over the years. knew that at this moment, Moreau seemed to be harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, he was hiding a dangerous killing intention.

Moreau stepped step by step, and the miasma seemed to turn into a platform, and every time he stepped out, the miasma that filled the sky paved the way for him. His hands slowly transformed into the shape of two knives, and the corners of his mouth were filled with confident smiles.

"Yin Jue and the Fire God are the two eagle Luo kings, Luo hasn't consulted for a long time. It seems that today's battle is inevitable. Moreau let out a long roar, no more nonsense, and his body was like lightning, like a knife slashing at the two.

In an instant, the miasma in the sky condensed into the shape of a knife, following behind Mo Luo. Morrow is a knife, and behind him there is a knife that has been turned into miasma. Two black giant blades slashed down furiously with the power to split the heavens and the earth.

Before the knife was close, the fierce sword qi was already approaching. Yin Jue and the Fire God only felt like a mountain had fallen from the sky, and a majesty that was simply irresistible was about to make them retreat.

Yin Jue and the Fire God did not retreat, but advanced, and the battle intent in their eyes burned to the extreme. With a long roar, the golden wings behind him opened violently, and they actually rushed towards the two black giant blades that rushed down from the sky.

The golden light was filled, like two straight suns about to break through the endless darkness. Although it is weak, it has an indomitable momentum. The swamp within a radius of 100 zhang collapsed violently, and even the water of the swamp that had existed for 10,000 years was deeply concave, as if it was extremely afraid of this golden light.

Boom! Yin Jue and the Fire God collided violently with the blades transformed by Namoreau, and a huge wave of aura spread out in all directions like a frenzied tide. Moreau was stunned, but he laughed loudly in the black mang.

"It's painful, it's so painful. Look at me, Mo Luo, who defeated you two Eagle Luo kings in one fell swoop today, and made the first contribution to my lord's elimination of rebellion. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant blade behind him that had been transformed from the miasma in the sky was already approaching. With a bang, it slammed into the Yin Jue and the Fire God's ice blades again, this time the power was even more violent than before, and the black giant blade that was like a substance collapsed with a bang.

Yin Jue and the Fire God only felt an extremely cold sword qi enter their bodies, and their hearts were pierced. The two of them turned pale, and they retreated backwards at the same time in the air, and they did not stabilize their bodies until they were ten feet away.

The black aura dissipated, revealing Moreau's arrogant figure. At this moment, his fighting spirit has reached its peak, although there is blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but there is a kind of undying fighting enthusiasm.

Yin Jue and Vulcan glanced at each other, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes. How did this Sword King Mo Luo's cultivation improve to such an extent, it was obvious that he had reached the peak of the early stage of the Illusory Saint Realm.

And the two of them were only in the early stage of the Illusory Saint Realm, and there was a small gap between them and each other. It is said that it has only been seen for decades, and the speed of this person's progress is too fast. And the strong fighting intent that came out of Mo Luo's body also made the two of them terrified.

After glancing at each other, the two immediately made a decision. The god of fire galloped away from the air and flew towards the three of Long Yunzhou. And Yin Jue looked at Mo Luo deadly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger.

"Mo Luo, I'll have a good time with you today, we should understand our grievances for so many years. Yin Jue's words were gloomy, revealing a strong hatred from his bones.

At the beginning, he had a fight with this Moro before entering the Illusory Saint Realm, and the two of them were on par with each other. But Moreau felt the sword intent all his life, and defeated Yin Jue on the way to the knife. Therefore, in that battle, Yin Jue was seriously injured, and his cultivation was also reduced at the same time, and it finally took him more than a hundred years to enter the Illusory Saint Realm.

If Mo Luo hadn't injured him back then, he would be at least in the top two among the six eagle Luo kings at this moment. It's not like this, and the fire god is at the bottom.

Mo Luo just glanced at the back of the Fire God Eagle Luo King, and then withdrew his gaze. The sneer looked at Yin Jue, there was no sarcasm in his eyes, only a strong battle intent emerged.

He was proud all his life and only served Song Wuyu alone. All cultivation is inseparable from the sword, and the knife is domineering and supreme, so there is a hint of a hegemon on his body. In order to fully comprehend the Dao of the Sword, he had to merge into that domineering spirit.

Defeating all kinds of masters is a way to find that domineering. Therefore, he did not despise Yin Jue, but regarded him as a barrier that he had to pass through on his cultivation journey. Only by defeating these barriers can he cultivate higher.

"Come on, let me see how far you've cultivated over the years, just don't let me down. Moreau's eyes lit up, and a smile of anticipation appeared on his lips.

His whole person quickly melted into the black qi, using people to control the sword, and to control people with the sword. At this moment, he is the knife, the knife is him, the two sides are not separated from each other, and the heaven and earth are filled with fierce knife energy.

Yin Jue's eyes had never had the battle intent he had now, and the blood in his whole body seemed to have been ignited. The pride of the feather man in his heart filled his heart, and he slowly raised the golden short knife and drank violently in his mouth.

"Nine Golden Blades!" he shouted, and the whole person rushed towards Moreau. The sword light and golden light composed of black qi shone like a god-like seal, and once again collided in the sky.

Long Yunzhou was about to take advantage of the chaos to leave with Linglong and Yutong, but he hadn't gone far yet. The whistling sound behind him immediately flew closer, and Long Yunzhou's face turned cold, and he turned his head to look.

I saw the Fire God Eagle Luo King flashing his golden wings, as if with a golden light in the sky, he landed in front of the three of them. His face was a little anxious, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Princess, this place is not suitable for a long time, let's leave quickly. Yin Jue will hold that person back, but how long can it be delayed......" The Vulcan God showed a pained look, which meant that he was not sure that Yin Jue would be able to win against Mo Luo.

Long Yunzhou knew what these two people meant, and he almost killed himself just now, so he stayed behind to drag Mo Luo. Let this Fire God Eagle Luo King come, he has never had any conflict with himself, and it is more convenient to talk.

But Long Yunzhou had already decided in his heart that there were ghosts in the hearts of these two people, and he only sneered in his heart when he saw him behaving like this.

Linglong had already recognized Moreau, and Long Yunzhou almost died under his hands. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the red-clothed monster, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to make it here.

Hearing what the Vulcan said at this moment, he immediately nodded and said, "Okay, let's leave quickly." As long as they enter the range of the Thousand Wood Spirit Mountain, these people will have no room to exert themselves. ”

Before, she really wanted to have a longer road and go on forever with Long Yunzhou. But now that the catastrophe is coming, she can only choose to return to Qianmu Spirit Mountain as soon as possible. Staying by Long Yunzhou's side can only bring him never-ending trouble, and only by leaving can Long Yunzhou be safe.

The fire god's eyes flashed with joy, which did not escape Long Yunzhou's eyes, but he kept silent. After all, now that Moreau has caught up and followed the god of fire, it is better than being captured. As for the road ahead, if there is a change, he will naturally try to take Linglong out safely.

The four of them hurried forward, this time not on foot, but flying low. Vulcan flew above the three of them, dispelling the miasma for them. Long Yunzhou flew below with his second daughter, a hundred times faster than before.

The battle between Moro and Yin Jue had reached a fever pitch, and countless shockwaves emanated from between the two. Although the Yin Jue's cultivation is weaker than that of Mo Luo, the bloodline of the Feather People is naturally noble, with the blood of the phoenix that has been passed down from ancient times.

His bloodline made up for the gap in weak cultivation, and he was even able to fight with Moreau. It's just that Mo Luo's sword intent integrated into the cultivation is too powerful, and at this moment, the Yin Jue has reached the point of retreat, and there are even cracks on the golden knife.

"Moreau, I'll fight with you. The hatred in his eyes had outpaced his fighting intent, and he roared violently. The nine-turn golden knives all fused into one knife and slashed towards Mo Luo.

His nine-turn golden sword was practiced for Moreau, who had lived in hatred for so many years. Every time he thought of Mo Luo's sword intent, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

So he worked hard to study the knife technique, and finally turned the nine-style knife intent into this golden knife. This golden knife is both a medium-grade aura and a kind of exercise, which is specially refined by Yin Jue to deal with Mo Luo.

But after fighting for half a day, he still didn't defeat Morrow by half a point. The hatred in his chest had reached its peak, and the golden knife couldn't withstand the power of the artistic conception of the nine knives overlapping in one place at the moment it was released, and it shattered with a bang, and the sword intent slashed straight towards Mo Luo.

At the same time, the golden wings behind Yin Jue flapped violently. Suddenly, a strong wind spread forward, and he fanned it three times in total, and the wind had reached the point of devastation.

With the earth-shattering sword intent, the wind slashed at Moro fiercely.

With the surging power added, the sword that Mo Luo had transformed into suddenly shattered inch by inch. He spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly fell backwards. Even with his strength, he didn't dare to take this hateful attack lightly.

But the sword intent that was swept by the wind came extremely quickly, almost clinging to Morrow's body. The raging sword intent quickly hit Mo Luo's body, and this move couldn't be dodged.

Mo Luo gritted his teeth, his cultivation is domineering, if he dodges, it will inevitably destroy his cultivation heart, and even if he survives, he may not be able to improve for the rest of his life.

"Even if I get injured in the fight for the original god, I will take this blow. Morrow gritted his teeth and roared. The hands merged, and a huge knife suddenly appeared in the hand.

"Dare to hurt my brother, you are looking for death!" A voice like thunder exploded. In the miasma in the sky, a majestic voice came out like lightning.

The black wings were almost dazzling, and a cold and arrogant figure slowly flew out.