After the blade left Moonbay Castle, the wolf scurried eastward. However, he had only walked less than a third of the way to Fort Rapids before he suddenly stopped.

It turned out that in this battle of Moon Bay Fort, although the blade was seriously injured, but his life potential was also stimulated, after recovering from the injury, he had been vaguely feeling that his fighting spirit level had broken through, and in the past few days on the road, his feeling has become more and more intense. So Blade decided to postpone his trip to Riptide Castle and find a place to break through the Fighting Qi level to level eight first.

Blade found a hidden cave on the wall of a mountain with its peak more than twenty meters above the ground. Before entering the cave, Blade took the dry food hanging from the saddle sheath on the wolf's back, took it with him into the cave, and released the wolf on the nearby grassland, leaving the wolf to hunt and forage alone, only to wait for him to get out of the pass, and then call the wolf back and start his way again.

After everything was arranged, the sharp blade sat cross-legged in the cave, closed his eyes tightly, and guided the Dou Qi in his body to swim in the meridians, impact the acupuncture points, and began to break through the Dou Qi level.

The accumulation of Blade's Fighting Qi is already deep, so the breakthrough process of this Fighting Qi is very dull, and everything is a matter of course.

Three days later, dozens of acupuncture points across the blade's body were broken through by the Dou Qi, and the eighth Dou Qi vortex was condensed in the body. And every time there is an extra Dou Qi Vortex, it means that the Dou Qi level has increased by one level, so this also means that the Blade has officially cultivated the savage Dou Qi he has learned to the eighth level.

When the blade slowly opened his eyes, two refined brilliances flashed in his eyes. Although Blade also has the usual violent temper of most werewolves, and he is moody, at least at the moment when his fighting spirit breaks through, his whole temperament seems to be calm and restrained.

Blade stood up and stepped out of the cave. It was daylight, the sun was shining, and he had been in the dark cave for three days, and his eyes suddenly felt a tingle when he came into contact with the bright sunlight. Blade's eyes quickly closed, then opened slightly, and only after gradually getting used to the intensity of the light outside the cave did he fully open his eyes.

The blade took a deep breath, and then suddenly unleashed a set of punches. When the punches were finished, he nodded in satisfaction, because he could feel that his punches had improved by leaps and bounds in terms of strength and speed, which was completely different from what he had done before.

As the level of Blade Fighting Qi increased, the madness talent he possessed helped him to improve his combat power less and less. After he became an eighth-level warrior, although the madness could not increase his combat power by one level as before, there was no problem with increasing it by half a level. His current combat power after madness is enough to fight with a warrior at the peak of the eighth level.

Standing outside the cave, looking around the vast grassland, looking up at the sky, he felt an incomparably comfortable heart, and couldn't help but let out a long roar from the sky.

This long howl was an expression of his ambition at the moment, and it was also an indication that the mounted wolf he had kept nearby had come out of the border and summoned it to his side.

After the whistling, there was a rumbling sound in the belly of the blade, and he touched his stomach, which had not eaten for three days, took out the dry food on his body, and sat down on a large stone on the ground, eating the dry food while waiting for the return of the wolf.

But until Blade ran out of food, the wolf he was riding did not appear.

Blade couldn't help but frown.

As a domesticated military wolf in the Beamon army, it is impossible to leave its owner and return to the wild on its own. Now the delay in the arrival of the wolf can only indicate one problem, that is, it has suffered an accident.

The blade leapt down the mountain wall and stepped into the grassland, where he began to search for the wolf's tracks. Reading the Library

Half a day later, eight or nine miles away from his retreat, Blade found a wolf. Or rather, the only remnants of a wolf left in the world, a broken saddle and a few fragments of broken bones. Obviously, this poor wolf was attacked by a more powerful beast than it while hunting, and as a result, there were no bones left, and instead it became the other party's rations.

However, in the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, there are not many magical beasts that can eat their prey to the point that there are almost no bones left. One of the most common of these beasts is the Spotted Hyena, known as the Prairie Scavenger. As soon as he thought of this, Blade's heart suddenly moved, and a familiar feeling connected to his soul came to his heart. He was stunned for a moment, and then after reacting to himself, he couldn't help muttering, "It can't be such a coincidence, I'll meet you here, and you also ate my mount?"

The blade moved, and quietly touched in the direction from which the familiar feeling came.

The sunset stained the sky red.

As the day drew to a close, the animals of the steppe began their last hunt of the day, as usual.

Scenes of bloody slaughter and gluttonous feasts are being staged in various corners of the grassland.

A herd of springboks are nibbling on grass on the grassland, and they know that the evening is the most dangerous time of the day, so they are very vigilant. At first, every springbok would look up from time to time when it was grazing, so that if it saw danger, it would run away immediately.

But with the passage of time, the springboks that filled their bellies gradually became slack, no longer looking around at any time, and some springboks even began to chase and play.

Under the sunset, a group of demon-spotted hyenas slowly walked through the tall grass, and with the cover of the long grass, quietly approached the group of springboks that were about to end their meal, and surrounded them. The springboks, who have slackened, are unaware of the danger.

A tall, mighty, demon-spotted hyena resembling a demon hellhound strode up a hillside not far from the springbok herd. It squatted on the ground, looking down on the herd of springboks below the hillside like a majestic king.

The appearance of the atavistic spotted hyena brought with it a dangerous aura that spread to the springbok herd with the wind on the grassland.

After feeling this hint of danger, the springbok that was still grazing looked up, and the frolicking springbok turned its head violently, and then all the springboks saw the atavistic demon spotted hyena on the hillside not far away. The springboks were immediately frightened, jumped high and fled in fright.

An anthropomorphic sneer appeared on the face of the atavistic spotted hyena, and it raised its head and let out a howl, and the spotted hyenas that had already surrounded the herd of springboks swooped out of the grass like soldiers who had been ordered to do so, and rushed towards the springboks that were fleeing towards them.

A good hunt didn't last long before it ended. None of the dozens of springboks in this springbok herd escaped, and all of them died under the minions of the spotted hyena.

After seeing the springbok herd being surrounded and annihilated, the atavistic demon spotted hyena on the hillside got up from the ground where it was squatting, and was about to step down the hill to enjoy a delicious meal, when it heard a cold voice suddenly come from behind: "Hell roars, long time no see!"

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