Although the man had fallen there deeply, Mo Qing did not dare to be careless.

This man had fallen like this countless times, but whenever she tried to capture him, he always turned over and fought her again, and his strength did not seem to weaken at all.

There was even a time when Mo Qing was almost attacked by his demonic beast.

Mo Qing, who was extremely aggrieved, did not show mercy in the face of his demonic beast, and killed it directly.

Although the Extreme Fantasy Xuanbing Bird, which is equivalent to the Martial Emperor Realm, is also powerful, the gap between it and the Holy Rank is not a star and a half, and killing it is not a waste of power at all.

Three meters, two meters, one meter......

Until the tip of Mo Qing's spear was on the chest of Night Scales, he didn't move anymore, but his steady breathing proved that he was still alive.

Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief, put away the purple spear, and reached out to tap it on the body of the night scales a few times.

When most of the tendons around the night scales were sealed, and even if he woke up again, it was impossible to produce a big move, Mo Qing really breathed a sigh of relief.

This man is really terrifying, if he is allowed to take his strength further and reach the peak of the Martial Emperor, Mo Qing feels that even if he has the strength of the Holy Rank, he may not be his opponent.

His willpower was so terrifying that it could completely surpass his strength.

Cross-legged, Mo Qing sat beside the night scales and slowly breathed.

The power of the Holy Order is almost inexhaustible.

But in the big battle just now, Mo Qing felt as if he was about to be killed, so in order not to suffer a loss in the face of the night scales in the future, Mo Qing decided to restore his strength to the peak.

The wind blew gently, blowing on the faces of the two people, and gently hitting the bodies of the two people.

I don't know how long it was, but the night scales, as if they were asleep, suddenly spoke.

"Why are you so desperate?"

This voice came too abruptly, and Mo Qing, who was practicing, was startled and almost angry.

"Why are you so desperate?" After waiting for a long time without answering, Nightscale asked again.

Mo Qing glanced at him and found that he didn't open his eyes at all, but just opened his mouth to ask questions like sleepwalking.

"What about you? Speaking of hard work, you have more than I do! Mo Qing did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

She was really puzzled, this man should have fallen a long time ago, but he stood up again and again, she really wanted to know what supported him to stand up again and again.

"Want to know?" Nightscale also asked rhetorically, somehow with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Hmm." Mo Qing said psychological words.

"My mother and father died when I was a child, and it was my grandmother who raised me hard, and she told me that I can be a man without success, but I can't forget my roots!"

"But since I was a child, I have been teased and looked down upon, so I am determined to be a productive person, even if it costs anything, no matter what I do!"

"I have talent, I have will, I am serious, I work hard, I am enough to become the biggest dark horse in the entire empire."

"But her birth made me dim, which made me feel very angry, I was trying to approach her with a revenge mentality, but I didn't expect that she admired me very much."