Mo Jiaer secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly blocked the long sword in front of him, and when the battle qi had not fully gathered into his arms, he stared at the eyes of the blue-eyed leopard and saw two rays of turquoise light shooting towards him, he was shocked again, the light passed through his body, and he immediately found himself entering a wasteland with an ancient atmosphere, and he still maintained the posture of the long sword blocking in the wasteland. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In reality, after being penetrated by the light, his body froze, and his widening eyes reflected the slowly growing figure of the blue-eyed leopard, which slapped its paws on Mo Jia'er's chest, and the short sword in front of Mo Jiaer was knocked away, spinning and diagonally into the ground.

With a tear, a large piece of flesh was torn off his chest, and he was thrown into his mouth by the blue-eyed leopard, and the impact hit his body sideways, slamming into the giant tree beside him.

The pain that spread throughout his body and his own tenacious will freed him from the illusion of the blue-eyed leopard, and his consciousness instantly returned to his body, and at the same time, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and the wound on his chest continued to bleed out.

The blue-eyed leopard saw that Mojiaer's consciousness returned, so he stopped attacking, the life-saving skill just now consumed too much energy from it, and the broken tail made the energy loss even more terrifying, it stood in place and gasped, staring at Mojiaer, and chewing the flesh grabbed from him, recovering as much as possible.

The severe pain in his body did not make Mo Jiaer anxious, on the contrary, with his experience of hunting demonic beasts, the severe pain made him calm down instantly, and his mind turned quickly, how to stop the bleeding quickly.

If he is now level six, he can directly seal the wound with battle qi, but unfortunately, he is only two levels of strength. In the end, he gritted his teeth and stimulated the water system battle qi to converge to the wound position, and then continuously gathered the fire system battle qi to the index finger of his right hand, triggering the 'fireflies', and soon the index finger was as red as magma, exuding a terrifying temperature.

He stared at his red index finger with wide eyes, and said to himself, "You didn't ask your mentor to follow, and Uncle Sparker wasn't there, if you didn't do that, you kid would have to explain it here today." ”

Then he gritted his teeth and pressed his index finger against the wound fiercely, 'Wow...', and in an instant, a scorching smell spread from his chest, and as his index finger moved, the wound was constantly scorched, and the blood was gradually sealed.

The blue-eyed leopard couldn't help it, and forcibly raised his strength and rushed towards Mojiaer, sensing its movement, Mojiaer quickly released several first-level magic, interfering with the blue-eyed leopard whose ability to move was greatly reduced.

Distracted, his index finger moved to the intact skin on the side, 'hiss', and suddenly gasped in pain, he quickly calmed down and no longer cared about the movements of the blue-eyed leopard.

After a few seconds, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and let out a cry of pain, which resounded over the ancient forest, and after a few more seconds, the blood finally stopped flowing, and he withdrew his index finger, leaning his back against the trunk of the tree, and gasping for breath with a pale face.

Looking up and staring at the blue-eyed leopard that was fighting against the last magic 'Wind Thorn', he quickly took out the short sword and put it in his left hand, and the battle qi in his right hand was still converging on his index finger, which was already faintly emitting red light.

In a breath, the blue-eyed leopard rushed forward and pounced on Mojiaer, using both claws together, biting his head with a large mouth.

Mo Jiaer raised his left hand and used his short sword to block the sharp claws of the blue-eyed leopard, the impact caused his back to slam into the hard tree trunk behind him, he snorted, the wound on his chest cracked open again, and several lines of blood spurted out.

At the same time, a huge and hideous leopard brain was imprinted in his pupils with a fishy smell, and at the moment of life and death, in the past two days, taking advantage of the free time of cultivating lacerations, the state of constantly cultivating the two secret book skills flashed, and some places that were not well understood were penetrated in an instant under the huge pressure of life and death.

He stretched out his red index finger and said secretly in his heart, "Meteor." As soon as he pointed at the throat of the blue-eyed leopard, it produced a red phantom, like a star piercing the night, and immediately the leopard's body stiffened, and a painful sound of 'woo...' came out of his throat.

Mogar took a deep breath, "Meteor Fall." A deep voice came out of his mouth, his fingers flashed rapidly, and he pointed at the blue-eyed leopard fiercely, and a series of red phantoms appeared, like a meteor shower across the night sky, extremely gorgeous.

The leopard's body trembled continuously, and when he finished the last click, his body retreated to the side, and suddenly hundreds of blood pillars sprayed out from the sieve-like body of the blue-eyed leopard, and the leopard body was thrown backwards, hitting the boulder behind him, and then slid down to the pile of rotten leaves on the ground, and his body twitched a few times, and his vitality was completely cut off.

Mo Jiaer took a few deep breaths again, shook his head in a trance, tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped it around the wound, took out the cloak and put it on his body, and then quickly disposed of the body of the blue-eyed leopard, took away all the valuable parts, and accidentally obtained a fourth-level magic crystal nucleus.

At the same time, in the room of Meeszko, the vice-president of the teaching castle, Gran sat on Meshko's chair and said: "This little thing is really good, now there are a few traces of Cyrus's demeanor in the past, ruthless to others, even more ruthless to himself, this determination, this kind of perseverance, is exactly what a strong man should have." ”

"Yes, at least I don't have the courage at his age to say that he can surpass the height of Cyrus, and if he lives, he can at least talk to us head-on. ”

"It turns out that you are so optimistic about him, and you really didn't find that this little bit has this potential before. ”

"I saw the shadow of Cyrus from him, poof, when he was at the eighth level, he dared to call the strong man of the board realm level, hey, I miss the time when I taught Cyrus..."

In the 'Dark Forest', Mo Jiaer, who was walking through the forest towards the Great Dao, didn't know that there were two realm-level powerhouses who had just made a very high opinion of him, he came to the Great Dao, and was about to leave along the Great Dao, with his current state, he would definitely die if he touched a weak first-level demonic beast.

Although they met a few senior students who planned to block the road and pick up cheap students on the way, they felt the strong smell of blood and the faint fierce aura from Mo Jiaer, coupled with the fact that they couldn't see through his level, so they silently watched Mo Jia leave and didn't make a move.

It wasn't until he got out of the rusty iron door that he breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his face under the cloak became even paler, and his spirit became more and more trance-like, and he walked to the gate of the courtyard with his support, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and smashed his head against the wooden door, and the sound of falling to the ground alarmed Isabel and Spark, and the two appeared and treated Mojael in time.

Two days later, Mo Jiaer woke up from his coma, he sat on the bed, checked his body, and found that not only had all the consumption recovered, but also his strength had improved a little, he touched his chest that was intact as before, and instantly felt like a dream, as if he had never killed a fourth-level demonic beast.

Mo Jiaer said to himself: "This time it's too big, the estimation is wrong, I didn't expect the half-crippled fourth-level demonic beast to have such strength, fortunately, it was my chest, if it grabbed my head, then... Next time, there must be no more mistakes next time. But then again... The power of this 'firefly'..."Mogar raised his right hand and looked at it.