Chapter 142: The Strongest Battle III
The gold and purple energy exploded at the same time, blooming with dazzling brilliance, and the two men collided fiercely, making a dull sound. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info In the moment of the collision, the audience let out the long-awaited shouts of excitement, enthusiasm and excitement like a flame burning the air, making the whole arena become enthusiastic!
The two fought hard, and immediately divided the strength and weakness, as everyone expected, Samuel had a clear upper hand, but Rennes's performance was also slightly surprising. A first-level martial saint who can fight hard with Samuel head-on without injury, Wren does have something to praise.
Forcing Wren back three steps, Samuel took advantage of the situation to press, without sparing his hand, and then punched. This punch shone with golden light, and with amazing power, it slammed into the opponent's face. In the face of this fatal blow, Wren did not dodge or dodge, and greeted him head-on, and the killing move that he was waiting for was also used at this moment.
The surprise attack without warning shook the unsuspecting Samuel's mind, as if he had been hit by a violent hammer, and he suddenly felt a black in front of him, and his foot attack became a little vague and unstable as a result. In the moment of dizziness, Samuel already understood the reason for this attack! This is an invisible attack formed by the gathering of spiritual power, such a strength can only be done by a powerful magician, and in the current situation where you can't use props, the mental impact can only explain one fact, Wren is a magician!
So that's it! It turns out that Wren has another identity! Is this his hidden hole card? Is this why Trina died? Damn it, it's hidden deep enough!
Even with the best of his strength, Wren could only make an opponent of Samuel's level dizzy for a moment, but it was this brief moment that allowed him to see the dawn of victory.
Turning to the right side, narrowly avoiding the blow that lost the speed of the head, Wren raised his left index finger, only to see a beating purple and red flame burning on it, incomparably beautiful and incomparably fierce.
Taking advantage of the momentary dizziness of his opponent, Wren struck his fingers as fast as lightning bolts, burning his fingertips to focus on Samuel's punched upper arm. The purple and red energy was all concentrated at one point at the moment, so it showed amazing power, and the landing point of the fingertips just avoided the key part of the strong strength protection, and pointed at the relatively weak right arm around Samuel's body.
Xeon's blow hit the weak spot, and the result was predictable. The sharp finger was clamped with a strong wind, and instantly broke through the strength protection, cauterized the solid skin and flesh, and slammed it on the thick and hard arm bones.
A gray light flashed on his fingertips, and the arm bone in the point turned into powder in a blink of an eye, and Samuel immediately screamed!
Hearing the screams of the Children of the Sun, the audience let out a burst of exclamation, and the strong man's face showed surprise!
The power of this blow was far beyond the expectations of many strong people, not only Samuel himself let out a scream of anger, but also several people in the sixth-floor luxury room were also shocked in unison, with a curious look on their faces.
"This trick is so wonderful, it can actually shatter the entire arm bone of a strong man in an instant." On the sixth floor, a white-haired old man in a golden silk robe flashed with surprise in his eyes, and he praised softly: "The skills of flying, the martial arts of breaking bones, the opponent who can be seen by Samuel is really a little exciting." ”
Hearing the old man's words, the faces of the two men standing behind him with their hands hanging down showed surprise on their faces, and they could be praised by a powerful god-level powerhouse, this Ren was not only strong enough but also lucky enough. You must know that the praise of a powerful martial god is not something that anyone can get, and luck and strength are indispensable.
"However, this trick alone is not enough to defeat the heir of our Miao family." Looking down through the glass, the old man smiled and muttered to himself, but the two behind him never dared to answer. Because they are just slaves, slaves are not allowed to speak arbitrarily without the permission of their masters, even if these two people have the strength of the title Martial Saint!
While the old man was speaking, the situation had suddenly reversed!
Good! successfully abolished Samuel's arm, Wren was overjoyed, his painstaking preparation was not in vain, and the mental impact connected with the nirvana really worked! In this way, half of the successful implementation of my plan has been successfully implemented, and the next thing is to ..........
Wren wanted to continue the pursuit, but the golden light in front of him stopped him from moving forward. In the blink of an eye, countless fist-sized golden balls were already floating in the air, densely covering Samuel who was at a disadvantage, and before Wren could react, a stormy bombardment had already fallen on him!
Each golden ball was like a small cannonball, full of impact and explosive power, and Wren had already eaten dozens of heavy blows in an instant, spitting out dazzling blood from his mouth.
By the time the old man's words fell, Wren had already flown far away, pits of varying shades appeared all over his body, and golden blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
This time, the shouts of the audience turned into excitement, and the faces of Tina and the others were full of nervousness, and Phyllis was young and timid, and when she saw her brother suffering a heavy blow, she already exclaimed "wow".
The remaining thousands of golden balls floated in the air, like miniature suns, emitting a dazzling light that people couldn't look at directly, closely surrounding Samuel's side. Samuel did not pursue, but only covered his discarded right arm, his face was clouded, and he stared at Wren in front of him, his heart full of anger.
With the improvement of strength, the flesh and muscles of the strong are also solidified, and the finger of a first-level martial saint can actually break the entire arm bone of a tenth-level martial saint, and it is the arm bone of the son of the sun, if you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will believe it at all! Samuel really wants to take Wren high for three points today, first the spiritual impact of the magician, and the domineering and weird rare martial arts, this opponent can bring a lot of "surprises" to himself!
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wren coughed and slowly stood up, the impact just now was really strong, if it weren't for the strength shield to offset most of the attacks, he would have died tragically at this moment.
Samuel, his strength is worthy of his fame! I'm not going to lose, though!
There was no communication, no dialogue, seeing Wren standing up, Samuel stretched out his hand, and the golden ball that was ready to be launched was quickly blasted away, and hundreds of thousands of activities were moving together, making this small piece of heaven and earth particularly dazzling at the moment!
There was no panic, no dodge, seeing the golden ball coming, Wren did not move, his ten fingers flicked quickly, and the fingers with the thickness of his thumb had already shot out, colliding and exploding with the dense golden ball halfway, and there was a violent explosion!
As time passed, the sound of the explosion became closer and closer to Wren, but the replenishment of the golden ball could no longer keep up with the speed of consumption, and the fierce flying fingers began to gain the upper hand. Wren was strong in his injured body, fighting stronger with weakness, fighting faster and faster, using the explosive characteristics of the explosive fighting power, using a finger that consumed very little, to detonate one after another golden balls that came at a rapid pace. He flicked his ten fingers in a row, the more he fought, the more he frantically froze, and with a long whistle, a finger crossed the already thin golden ball barrier, brushing Samuel's face, leaving a thin trail of blood.
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