But now the situation is different, Wang Luo is vigilant about himself, his own sword intent connection, it will not play a big role, he controls two green and small short swords, he can seriously injure Wang Luo, but Yi Si Miaomiao can't resist Wang Luo's desperate terrifying sword.

He could only give up the opportunity to kill Wang Luo, and summoned the two small green short swords back to resist the sword qi that came like a tide.

Seeing the two blue-green short swords, crashing headlong into the tide-like sword qi, Yi Si Miaomiao's figure retreated again and again, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And in front of him, a silver Baise long sword was suspended in the air, and the two blue and green small short swords were suspended up and down, and the silver-white long sword was sandwiched in the middle, and an invisible sword intent was connected, forming a wall of sword intent, which was formed in an instant, three long and short swords, the sword body trembled slightly, and finally blocked the tide of sword qi, and the tide of sword qi, which was still unabated, had to bypass the invisible force, and made a detour, cutting off all the trees that stood in the way, expanding the battlefield several times, and there were huge trees everywhere. As for the dead branches and fallen leaves, they were all shattered into powder by the fierce sword qi.

It was a tie, and the tide of sword qi finally dissipated, Yi Si Miaomiao took a step forward, grabbed the silver-white long sword suspended in the air, and under the pull of sword intent, the other two small blue and green short swords were re-suspended and froze back to the positions on both sides of Yi Miaomiao's body.

After glancing at the blades of the silver-white long sword and the two small green short swords, which were still intact, Yi Si Miaomiao relieved himself and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up, Wang Luo, whose arms were trembling, his face was pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but he was still standing steadily, his mood and expression at the moment were as complicated as his expression.

In the end, after hesitating and struggling for a long time, Yi Si Miaomiao seemed to have made up her mind, and said to Wang Luo: "Wang Luo, I still underestimated you, this trip to the Fengyang Secret Realm, I have suffered a heavy loss, I also admit it, I hope you can survive, I won't follow it, even you can't beat it, I can't beat Su Ji or that Yunlin, maybe it's the will of God, the Cangfeng bloodline has nothing to do with me, you take care!"

Wang Luo tried not to let himself fall, tried to stand firm, and was ready to fight to the death, but he didn't expect that after Yi Simiaomiao said such a thing, he finally chose to leave, and he just left, not dragging his feet at all.

But Yi Si Miaomiao and Nan Ming had not left their sight, and the black-clothed young black owl transformed from the black owl eagle fell from the sky, blocking Yi Si Miaomiao and Nan Ming, and coldly blocked: "You can't go, you brought this matter first, but now you want to clap your hands and leave?"

Yi Si Miaomiao glanced at the black-clothed young man black owl transformed by the black owl eagle, sneered, and said unceremoniously: "Get out of the way, although I can't beat them, but I can still be sure if I kill you, a beast, you are such a waste, and you are embarrassed to say that we, I really don't know, how Mo Yirong would treat you as a mount."

The black-clothed young man black owl still didn't mean to get out of the way, Yi Si Miaomiao was not polite, the two small green short swords beside him, the green light flashed away, and the black-clothed young man black owl was so frightened that he directly conjured up a huge black owl eagle and soared into the sky, but before he fluttered his wings and flew high, he was pierced by the green and small short sword, and the black owl's eyes widened, and his huge body fell back to the ground.

I saw that the huge body of the black owl covered by thick feathers had an extra thumb-sized blood hole, and at this moment, the blood flowed, dyeing the black feathers red, the eagle's eyes were full of fear, and the mouth made a burst of hiss, looking extremely pitiful.

Yi Si Miaomiao looked at the black owl screaming on the ground, and snorted coldly, I told you just now, I can't kill Wang Luo and them, but I can deal with you, a feathery bird, without much effort.

Yi Si Miaomiao no longer looked at the huge black owl that had been pierced through her body, since she had decided to leave, Yi Si Miaomiao no longer had the slightest hesitation, and now she injured Mo Yirong's mount, Yi Si Miaomiao was also worried that Mo Yirong and the old servant Ze Luo would rush over, and when the time came, she couldn't go if she wanted to.

Fortunately, Nan Ming threw out the jade pot directly, and Yi Si Miaomiao and Nan Ming's figures became illusory, and finally disappeared in the same place, and ran away directly through the jade pot.

Wang Luo glanced at the huge black owl that was looking for a dead end, without the slightest sympathy, it was Mo Yirong and the old man, otherwise, a few of them might have left here a long time ago, there is nothing to sympathize with the pitiful, it is best to die.

After watching Yi Si Miaomiao and Nan Ming disappear and leave with the help of the jade pot, Wang Luo's tense heart finally relaxed, and the whole person sat on the ground at once, with his back against the huge forest, and the long sword in his hand fell to his side, without even a little strength.

The green tendons on his arms still didn't go down, and they were fierce and violent, as if they might burst open at any time, Wang Luo didn't dare to act rashly, so he leaned his back against the huge forest, closed his eyes, breathed long, and calmed down the chaotic and turbulent breath in his body.

Mo Yirong and Su Ji fought inextricably, and their feet were all potholes caused by the terrifying aura of the two, and they could no longer find a smooth and complete place, and the battlefield expanded again, and there were huge trees that were staggered everywhere after being cut off, as well as crushed leaf debris in one place.

Su Ji had many scars on her body caused by Mo Yirong's sword qi, some large and some small, some deep and some shallow, if it weren't for the fact that in the depths of the palace in the Fengyang Secret Realm, her physique had been tempered and improved by hot flow magma, by now, Su Ji would probably not be able to hold on for a long time.

The flesh and blood in many places on the body were rolled up, and the flesh and blood in many places were directly cut off by the sword qi, revealing the white bones under the flesh and skin, which made people tremble when they saw it.

On the other hand, Mo Yirong is much better than Su Ji, on the red long sword in his hand, there are a lot of Su Ji's blood stains and flesh, and his body is just Su Ji's cold and sharp knife body breath, cutting open his clothes, revealing white muscles and flesh, a few traces of blood oozing out, completely negligible blood marks, his face is a little pale, that's all.

Su Ji held the ground with a long knife to stabilize her figure, this Mo Yirong's strength realm is already similar to Yun Nantian, I am afraid that Mo Yirong has the strength to fight against Yun Nantian, and she will not fall behind, and it will not be a problem to draw a tie.

And facing Mo Yirong alone, it would be embarrassing and difficult, if it weren't for the fact that he was a martial artist, in the Fengyang Secret Realm before, in the depths of the palace, with the hot flow of flames and magma heat, he tempered and improved the martial artist's physique, and he would definitely not be able to stick to the present.

If it were replaced by other cultivators who were not martial artists, they might have died in Mo Yirong's terrifying sword aura by now.

Mo Yirong was also amazed by Su Ji's tenacious martial arts physique and extremely strong perseverance, not to mention that Su Ji was still a woman, I really don't know how Su Ji persevered and never fell.

The woman's physique and perseverance are really all the martial artists that Mo Yirong has encountered, and they are all ashamed of themselves.

Mo Yirong also wanted to bring Su Ji over more and more in her heart, so after cherishing her talents, she always left some leeway.

glanced at Su Ji, who was holding a long knife on the ground, stabilizing her body, and her face was pale and bloodless, she spoke again: "Sister Su, I know that you are a member of the Yun family, but no matter what the Yun family says, it is only a small family in Fengyang City, and it can't compare with Cangfeng County, not even ants, let alone the big family of Cangfeng County, I hope you will think about it again, Yunlin is not one of yours, why do you have to work so hard for him and me?"

Su Ji smiled bitterly: "In the Fengyang Secret Realm, fighting side by side with Yunlin, if it weren't for Yunlin, I might not have come out alive, maybe you're right, I don't need to work hard for Yunlin or the Yun family, but I said it before, I won't join any family from now on, so don't waste your efforts."

Without waiting for Mo Yirong to say anything, Su Ji continued to speak: "However, since you said that I am for Yunlin and working hard with you, I will not deny anything, our martial arts pay attention to happiness and righteousness, Yunlin helped me in the Fengyang Secret Realm before, and after this battle with you, even if we are even, I don't want to owe anyone anything, even if I die, I must be refreshing."

Mo Yirong's face was full of pity, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and was about to say something, but she suddenly heard a familiar long sound, Mo Yirong's face changed, isn't this the voice of the black owl, it sounds, it seems to be frightened, and it is an injured hiss?

Immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the dense forest with a bit of a sad roar, and saw the black owl that was trying to flutter its huge wings from the air, but it was still falling, Mo Yirong's face changed drastically, and he couldn't care about Su Ji anymore, his figure flashed, and he had disappeared in place.

Su Ji was a little stunned, looking at the place where Mo Yirong disappeared, and then looked up, Mo Yirong had already flown up a huge forest, and her body jumped forward with her strength, so she couldn't see it, leaving only Su Ji who didn't know what was going on.

No matter what happens, it is a good thing for Su Ji, at least Mo Yirong leaves, and she can rest for a while.

When Mo Yirong fell from a huge tree, Yi Si Miaomiao and Nan Ming had already disappeared.

The huge body of the black owl was pierced through the body by Yi Simiao's two small blue and green short swords, leaving a huge hole in its body, at this time, under the black owl, a large pool of blood has accumulated, and there is a trace of hot steam, the black owl can feel its strength, it is slowly disappearing, extremely weak, and if you want to conjure the human form of the young man in black, you can't do it.