Seeing the master Miss Mo Yirong who came here, the black owl eagle who was getting weaker and weaker, raised her heavy head with difficulty, looked at Mo Yirong, and said with difficulty: "Master, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, but the black owl may not be able to accompany the master, and he can't take you home, the master should be careful himself."

Mo Yirong looked at the blood hole that the black owl had pierced out, with hot blood, bursting out, and in an instant, tears of sadness and anger flowed on her cold face.

Hurriedly found a few bottles of hemostatic pills from the storage space, swallowed them for the black owl, and poured one of the pills on the palm of one hand, directly crushed them into powder, and then from the storage space, found his own set of changing clothes, and after tearing it open, he hurriedly began to bandage the wound of the black owl.

The black owl has grown up with Mo Yirong since she was a child, so in Mo Yirong's eyes, the black owl is not just a bird mount, but can be said to be her best friend, she will never watch the black owl die in front of her.

While bandaging the blood hole of the black owl, he was shouting the name of the old servant Zelo, just because the black owl was no longer able to transform into a human form, and this real body was not ordinarily huge.

The black feathers of the black owl were stained red by blood, and they were sticky together, making it even more difficult for Mo Yirong to bandage.

The reeds that were already lying on the ground were all fought by Yunlin and the old servant Ze Luo, and trampled into the swamp and mud, and the terrifying battle aura power of the two made the entire swamp silt area change its shape, and all that came into view were large and small potholes.

There were a few places where there could have been a whole place to stay, but now they have all become potholes of swamp silt.

As a sword cultivator, Yun Lin used the Yue family's unique swordsmanship Yue Hua Rushui, and finally gradually gained the upper hand and slowly turned the situation around.

The old servant Ze Luo was covered with scars and blood marks of all sizes cut out by the terrifying and rich sword qi, and his body was covered in linen and coarse cloth, and everywhere was tattered by the sword qi, and the tattered clothes were covered with blood.

The swordsmanship Yuehua that has just been used by Yunlin comes out of water, in Yunlin's hands, the unique swordsmanship of the Yue family has become more powerful and harmful, Yunlin has become more and more proficient in using this Yuehua Rushui, and he can consume very little sword qi, but it causes a lot of power damage, and sometimes he is not trying to mix some martial arts' true qi force, as well as the heat of Cangfeng's bloodline.

Falling on the majestic and fierce true qi force exuded by the old servant Ze Luo, first the sword qi was frantically cut, against the true qi force of the old servant Ze Luo, and then the true qi force mixed with the cloud forest exploded from time to time, and the heat of the Cangfeng bloodline flowed on the breath shield of the old servant Ze Luo.

Suffering from so many power aura attacks, the strength realm of the old servant Zelovulf, how terrifying the storage of true qi force in his body is, he will gradually be defeated.

However, Yun Lin could also see that the old servant Ze Luo was refining his martial arts physique with his own strength, and Yun Lin could understand that after all, in battle, it was indeed a good way to improve and temper his physique.

And every time Yunlin punches a martial artist, isn't it tempering his physique.

The aura of the old servant Zeluo became long and majestic, and in the face of Yunlin's three power attacks, although it had gradually lost the upper hand, the martial arts momentum on the old servant Zeluo had become more and more rigid.

The old servant Zelo ignored these small injuries on his body at all, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful, mixed with blood, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, which was also finely bloodstained.

He didn't wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth, but wiped the whole face with blood.

On the two fists, when the punch was made, the flesh and blood were cut and melted by the sharp sword qi again, revealing the white bones of the forest, and the old servant Ze Luo didn't bother to recover, after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

In addition to the scars left by the sword qi cut on his body, the power damage caused by the explosion of Yunlin's true qi force is not very huge, but under the heat of Cangfeng's bloodline, the old servant Ze Luo's body, in addition to the clothes and blood marks that were torn by the sword qi, was the terrifying heat of Cangfeng's blood, the tears in the clothes that were burned, and the burnt flesh.

But these visible external injuries seem to be not worth mentioning at all for the old servant Zelo, you can imagine how terrifying and tenacious the old servant Zelo's martial arts physique is tempered and boiled by him, and the long hair of the old servant Zelo has long been scattered in the battle, and it flies up without wind, and there are even more blood stains on his face.

It's just that the old servant Ze Luo looked at Yunlin, who had the upper hand, and his spirit did not decrease at all, and some of them were just full of energy: "Stinky boy, it is indeed very good, you can fuse the sword cultivation with the sword qi martial arts true qi force and the power of the Cangfeng bloodline, you can be regarded as a very small number of terrifying demons."

Yun Lin's face has changed from pale to a little pale, obviously in the battle, he can still recover, which also shows that the control and use of the sword qi consumed by the sword technique Yuehua like water has become more and more proficient, and he can form a large range of damage power with a very small amount of sword qi, and the sword qi consumed is very small.

For the true qi force of the martial arts, it is limited to the realm of strength, and the rustiness of martial arts cultivation, the consumption of true qi force is much greater than the consumption of sword qi, and it is also the reason why the face is still a little pale, but because of the process of inheriting the bloodline of Cangfeng, it is equivalent to being reborn from the fire, reborn, and the degree of physical toughness has been tempered a lot, which is basically the same.

Yun Lin took a deep breath, looking at the old servant Ze Luo who was covered in scars, his hair was scattered, he looked embarrassed, and he was extremely miserable, but he was not in the mood to laugh.

Yunlin's current strongest strength realm can't seriously injure this old servant Ze Luo, the two of them put it bluntly, it can only be said that it was a tie, Yun Lin is exhausted of methods, full of tricks, and still can't defeat the old servant Ze Luo, and the old servant Ze Luo also shot, but he has always fought with a martial arts physique, but he still fought with Yun Lin without a win, which shows the strength of the old servant Ze Luo.

Yun Lin shook his head and said modestly: "The seniors have won the award, the juniors are all small skills of carving insects, compared with the predecessors, the seniors are the real material."

The old servant Ze Luo breathed the breath in his body, this Yunlin's strength realm is not bad, but he also has a good hand of sycophants, the old servant Ze Luo can't say whether he likes or dislikes this thing, he just said: "Boy, you don't have to be too modest, my evaluation of you is the truth, when you come to this Fengyang secret realm, you are the strongest and youngest guy I have ever met......"

The old servant Zelo suddenly stopped talking, turned his head to look in the direction of the dense forest, it was the voice of Miss Mo Yirong, and the old servant Zelo suddenly frowned.

When the old servant Ze Luo heard Mo Yirong's call, Yun Lin also heard it, as if Mo Yirong had touched something, and his voice seemed flustered and anxious.

As soon as Yun Lin wanted to say something, the old servant Ze Luo turned his head and looked over: "Boy, what the hell do you say, do you still want to fight?" Something seems to have happened to my young lady......"

Yun Lin shook his head and smiled: "Whether you fight or not, it seems that it has always been up to the seniors to have the final say, but if you want me to hand over the Cangfeng bloodline, I still say that sentence and step over me."

The old servant Ze Luo grinned, what Yun Lin said was not unreasonable, if it weren't for the Cangfeng bloodline inherited by Yun Lin, I am afraid that the two sides would not have a big fight, in the final analysis, it was the old servant Ze Luo and their side, who provoked first, and wanted to leave Yun Lin and the others behind.

The old servant Ze Luo seemed to have made a decision, and he actually hugged his fist at Yun Lin, bent down and bowed: "Boy, I was offended a lot just now, and there will be a period later."

The sudden change in the attitude of the old servant Ze Luo made Yun Lin stunned, what does the old servant Ze Luo mean, don't you fight?

When Yun Lin came back to his senses, the figure of the old servant Ze Luo had disappeared in the dense forest, Yun Lin thought about it, Mo Yirong made a call just now, it was in the direction of the dense forest, and there were Su Ji Wang Luo Chaoge and Chao Feixia in the dense forest, should it have anything to do with Mo Yirong, what happened.

Thinking of this, Yun Lin was no longer stunned, and hurriedly walked towards the dense forest.

He dragged the old servant Ze Luo, Su Ji Wang Luo Chaoge and Chao Feixia, and he could only face Mo Yirong Yi Si Miao Nan Ming and the black-clothed young man black owl transformed into the black owl, and the two sides would definitely not give up.

Now that Mo Yirong is calling the old servant Ze Luo, could it be that Mo Yirong has been defeated and can only ask the old servant Ze Luo for help? If this is the case, even if the old servant Zeluo has no intention of fighting again, Yun Lin will definitely not stand idly by.

The old servant Ze Luo quickly followed the voice of Miss Mo Yirong and found Mo Yirong's location, and when he saw the huge black owl that was already dying, with blood all over the ground, he couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, Mo Yirong was struggling to bandage the wounds on her body for the huge black owl, but the black owl's body was too big, and she couldn't do it easily by herself, but her whole body was stained with the blood of the black owl, and the clean clothes in her hands were also soaked with blood.

The old servant Ze Luo came back from his anger and shock, and he didn't have time to ask anything, so he hurriedly grabbed the other side of Mo Yirong's torn clothes and robes, tried his best to calm himself and said, "Miss, I'm here, don't panic, the black lord will definitely be fine."

Wang Luo leaned his back against a huge tree, he couldn't imagine that he couldn't kill his own Yi Si Miaomiao, and he was already ready to leave, the black owl that had been hovering in mid-air and didn't dare to fall easily anymore would look for his own death, and he would go to stop Yi Si Miaomiao and Nan Ming's departure, Wang Luo didn't know where this black owl got the courage and courage to stop Yi Si Miao Miao and Nan Ming.