If he faced the blood-colored eagle in his heyday, Ning Mo would definitely be killed in an instant, and the level of physical fitness that he had improved to the third level was three times that of the beginning, which was comparable to the ordinary level of a novice elf.

However, at this time, its left wing could no longer be waved, and only bones were left in its entire body to support.

It's not like there's no way to fight.

Scarlet Bidiao and Ning Mo looked at each other, not knowing why the opponent just now disappeared, but it felt that if the man in front of him was killed, Ahri would definitely appear.

The blood-colored eagle waved its right wing, and two slightly smaller air blades struck at Ning Mo.

Ning Mo's attention was unprecedentedly concentrated, observing the position of the wind blade, his left leg kicked the trunk of the tree beside him hard, using his strength to dodge the attack, and the serpentine position approached the blood-colored eagle.

The blood color was more angry than the eagle roared, in its opinion, this man should be easily cut into pieces by it, and waved his left wing again, and the denser air blade attacked Ning Mo.

The closer the distance, the faster and more dangerous it was for the air blade to reach Ning Mo's side.

Although Ning Mo tried his best to dodge, his body was inevitably scratched by the edge of the sharp blade.

Cheeks, arms, thighs, neatly wounded, blood splattered in the air as it moved.

Ning Mo didn't snort, endured the pain, and continued to sprint towards the blood-colored eagle.

In hand-to-hand combat, he has a glimmer of hope.

It's close, it's close, there's only a dozen meters left.

The blood color was more annoyed than the carving, and it used the move that was prepared for Ahri, and the dark red energy in its mouth converged, wanting to blast Ning Mo to pieces.

Destroy the Dead Light!

Ning Mo's hairs exploded all over his body, indicating that a fatal danger was coming.

Ning Mo didn't retreat, and immediately arrived at the position he had envisioned.

"Faster! Faster! Faster! ”

Ning Mo frantically squeezed the strength of his body, and under the crisis of life and death, all his potential exploded, and his speed was raised again.

"It's here!"

"Soul Raid!"

When the energy of the blood-colored eagle was about to be completed, Ning Mo suddenly disappeared in front of its eyes, and in a flash, he came to the left side of the blood-colored eagle, and his right arm with green muscles hit its cheek with an elbow, and the soul impact followed at the same time.

The staggering destruction of the dead light swept to the right, and the trees were cut off by patches of barricades.

Ning Mo wanted to continue to keep up with the attack, but he didn't expect that the pain that his elbow blow and soul raid had given to the eagle was ignored by it, and the powerful swing of his right wing hit Ning Mo fiercely.

"Bang!"

The powerful impact sent Ning Mo far away, slammed into the trunk of the tree, and fell to the ground.

"Click!"

Ning Mo heard the sound of bone cracking, and it was estimated that a few ribs in his chest were about to break, and at the same time, there was a pain in his back that went deep into the bone marrow.

The blood-colored eagle didn't give Ning Mo a chance to breathe at all, and the air blade struck again.

"!"

Ning Mo endured the pain and rolled to the right, where he had just fallen, the ground was cut into two gullies by the air blade.

"MD, if you don't fight hard, you'll die!"

The fear of death haunted Ning Mo, and the memories of the two lives flashed in front of him.

Mother, Ahri, brother, Pokémon, and the LOL hero who didn't have time to come to this world.

"I can't die!"

The desire for life overloaded Ning Mo's brain, and his attention was unprecedentedly concentrated, shielding the pain on his body.

He put his hands on the ground, his right foot in the pothole, and accelerated forward, approaching its position against the strong wind blowing from the blood-colored eagle.

Ning Mo had just arrived at the limit position he had booked, and the soul raid was launched again, appearing above the blood-colored eagle.

The physical fitness increase brought by Level 3 is enough to support the use of Soul Raid twice.

At this time, Ning Mo's whole body muscles were tense, and the whole person was bigger out of thin air, and his right arm was pulled back

, all the strength gathered in his right fist, and smashed it the neck of the blood-colored eagle.

"Click!"

There was a cracking sound of bones cracking from the neck of the Scarlet Eagle, and at the same time, Ning Mo's powerful force smashed the Scarlet Eagle to the ground.

"Click!"

The blood color is extremely hard compared to the neck bones of the eagle, and Ning Mo's right fist is not comfortable, and the bones of the middle finger and ring finger are cracked by the shock.

Ning Mo didn't care about it, and his whereabouts were on the blood-colored eagle that fell to the ground.

Align with the position of the neck.

One punch!

One punch!

Another punch!

This is already Ning Mo's only chance, he no longer has the physical strength to use the soul raid again, and if he stops, he will die!

The blood-colored eagle definitely refused to accept his fate and struggled hard.

The strong wind and the air blade, which was obviously much weaker, struck, and Ning Mo's forehead, arms, and thighs were cut by the sharp blade.

Ning Mo didn't care about it, and still smashed his fist on the neck of the bloody eagle.

"Click!"

It was accompanied by the cracking sound of the bones of the neck of the blood-colored carving and the cracking of the bones of Ning Mo's fingers.

Ning Mo is no better than a blood color, he has the blessing of extremely dark power to shield the pain, and he is completely supported by faith.

One punch down!

"Mom and Dad are still waiting for me at home!"

One more punch!

"Ahri will definitely break free from the Poké Ball, and if I die, Ahri will also be affected."

One more punch!

"I haven't stepped out of Donghong City yet, to see the vast world outside!"

One more punch!

"Stop, I'll die!"

“……”

By the back, Ning Mo's arms were numb, and the belief in survival supported him to keep smashing down until he heard the prompt sound of the system.

"Kill the Eagle blessed by the power of extreme darkness and gain 20 experience points."

Then all the blood-colored threads on the carving's body are absorbed by the system.

"Absorb the power of darkness to exchange for 62 experience points."

Ning Mo didn't have the heart to listen carefully to the specific values, he just needed to know that the opponent was dead, and he survived.

"Win! Can't die! ”

Ning Mo slipped off the skeleton of the eagle and fell to the ground, he no longer had the slightest strength, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Every part of his body transmitted pain to Ning Mo, and he was smiling, and the smile with pain was so cute.

"Ding!"

The Poké Ball that Ning Mo was hiding not far away kept shaking, and the red button in the middle touched the branch, a red light flashed, and Ahri broke free from the Poke Ball.

She looked left and right and saw Ning Mo lying motionless on the ground.

Ahri moved his body with difficulty, wanting to get closer to Ning Mo and see how he was doing at this time.

The distance between a person and an elf is only a few tens of meters, and according to the original, Ahri is a matter of speeding up for a second with a flash of lightning.

But in the past few tens of meters, Ahri walked for more than two minutes, stumbling and getting up, tripping and getting up, stumbling and getting up again.

Finally, she came to Qian Mo's side, lay down beside him, stretched out her tongue and licked the wound on his forehead, and didn't make any more movements.

Ning Mo sensed Ahri's arrival and wanted to turn his head to look at him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it, so he could only stare at the sky.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! ”