In a spacious corridor that can accommodate several people walking side by side, Wren is in crisis. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The three powerhouses had converged and surrounded the silver-haired man in three directions, and through the information he had before, and through the strength that he had in front of him, Wren could clearly perceive the strength of the other party.

One fourth-level martial saint and two eighth-level martial saints.

Although he had killed the enemy as soon as possible, he was still merged by the remaining enemies, and Wren was in an extremely bad situation with one fight and three.

Unfortunately, the special challenge has a clear rule, and the combatants are not allowed to use all props except weapons, otherwise they can go to Jersey Tower and ask for a few powerful things, and the current stalemate can be easily dealt with. Thinking of this, Wren stared at the three people in front of him and sighed softly, he still killed too slowly and too little.

Speaking of which, being able to kill four is thanks to the help of Samuel, if it weren't for this guy's combat style that is always upright and bright, Wren would not have had a chance to break them one by one. However, it is precisely because he knows Samuel's personality that Wren dares to apply for a special test, and he is not a stupid person looking for death.

There was an eighth-level in front of him, a fourth-level on the left and right, and an eighth-level, and Wren's mind was racing as he quickly thought about how to fight.

No more delays! At the moment, it's just one against three, and if you wait any longer, you will fight the top six alone, the other party can wait, but Rennes can't afford to wait!

A gritted tooth, a stamped foot, the sky is full of fireworks, covering the world!

The purple flame energy spread and raged around Rennes, covering a space, and enveloping the three of them!

The three powerhouses were already in the sea of purple and red fire with just a slick of their eyes, and with the help of battle strength, they just felt the heat, but the flames were dancing in front of them, somewhat blocking their vision.

With the purple flame explosion to cover up, Wren took the opportunity to shoot with all his might!

The blazing heaven and earth, a sword split thousands of streamers, with a sharp momentum, gathered millions of gravity, cut straight down in the air, cut open the door of the front enemy, and brought up a dazzling red and white!

The blood blinked and vaporized, and the eighth-level martial saint fell to the sky, his eyes full of shock and fear.

This sword is too domineering, too fast, it is a full blow from Rennes, and even a ninth-level martial saint is difficult to deal with. Because he didn't expect Wren to be able to perform such a powerful sword skill, the enemy only wanted to attack in his heart and didn't think about dodging, so the flashback reaction was obviously slower. When the eighth-level martial saint wanted to dodge, it was already too late, he was timid in his heart, his momentum had declined, he didn't parry and couldn't dodge, he just made a sideways movement, and his mind had been cut in half by the heavy sword.

However, his death was not in vain, and his death was exchanged for a chance to win.

The fourth-level Martial Saint's face was full of golden blood, and a punch slammed into Wren's left shoulder, while the sword of the Eighth-level Martial Saint had already penetrated through the vest and through the heart.

Despite being obscured by a large number of flames, the two Martial Saints still completed their mission excellently, and Wren's shoulder and skull were shattered and his heart was pierced, and no human could survive such an injury!

The purple-red flames began to dissipate, and large streams of blood trickled down the corners of Wren's mouth, quickly wetting the stone slab under his feet, leaving a faint golden color after vaporizing.

Despite the devastation, he is still alive!

In just an instant, the two Martial Saints noticed something unusual, but Wren had already moved first!

The muscles clamped the piercing long sword, Wren's body turned back suddenly, the sword body broke with the sound, and the shocked martial saint withdrew his sword to defend himself, a black sword was as fast as thunder, with an indomitable momentum, breaking through the spatial airflow, and already cutting off the head of the strong!

The head flew far away, the headless corpse spurted blood and fell, and Wren coughed with a white face, vomited blood, and angrily looked back at the last person who attacked him!

Looking at the furious beast-like silver-haired man, the only remaining fourth-level martial saint was terrified in his heart, and his body couldn't help but take two steps back. The death of the two eighth-level martial saints completely frightened this fourth-level martial saint, he had long known that Ren was very strong, but he didn't expect Ren to be so powerful and weird!

Wren was wounded when he first met the three of them, and then he was stabbed in the heart, shattered in the shoulder, and then punched himself with all his strength in his vest! The fourth-level martial saint didn't understand, he was seriously injured, why was Ren still alive? Isn't he human? Yes, his blood is golden, and Wren is not human, he is alien!

If it hadn't been for that mouthful of blood spurting into his face and causing me to punch me inaccurately, he would have been hit hard in the heart, and maybe he would be dead by now. Thinking of this, the fourth-level martial saint felt a little annoyed in his heart, stared at the enemy in front of him vigilantly, and slowly retreated step by step. Rayne's devouring eyes frightened him, and the fourth-level martial saint no longer dared to try to kill the seriously injured silver-haired man. He's backsliding, he's defending, he's delaying, he's waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

As long as Trina arrives, Ren will definitely die, and what the fourth-level martial saint has to do now is to live well.

He thought well, but unfortunately Wren didn't give him a chance.

He abandoned his sword, roared, jumped up, and swooped down.

The fourth-level martial saint only felt that the blood shadow flashed in front of him, and five slender fingers had already clasped his head, as cold and hard as iron, and as solid as a rock. That hand, as if it had grown on the head of a fourth-level martial saint, had no gaps in the adhesions, and it was inseparable from each other.

Before he could struggle, Wren roared angrily, like a mad beast, and swung out his right arm vigorously, carrying a strong wind, bringing up a human body, smashing the head of the fourth-level martial saint into the wall, and then pressing down vigorously, pressing him to the ground. The broken walls, full of cracks, had a deep scar that had been cut by the skull.

The head was buried in the hole in the wall, the eyes were covered by the hands, the blood gushed out from the back of the neck, and the intense pain made the fourth-level martial saint struggle violently, but the panicked attack without accurate head could not hurt Wren at all.

In the battle just now, Wren was dedicated to dealing with the two eighth-level Martial Saints, so he couldn't deal with the fourth-level Martial Saints, so he could only rely on his physical strength to eat his two heavy blows, and his heart was already extremely angry. Now that he wants to retreat, how can Wren let it go!

"Hey, do you know, you just hit me so painfully." As the words fell, the right hand covering the face of the fourth-level martial saint suddenly glowed and heated, and the purple-red energy gushed endlessly, breaking through the broken walls and burning the enemy's head.

The fourth-level Martial Saint used all his strength to resist the scorching flames, but only one breath was broken, and a sharp and terrifying roar came out of his mouth, and his body struggled even harder. Such a close range of flame scorching was not something that a fourth-level martial saint could handle.

The five fingers opened, spraying endless purple red like a water gun, and the screams of the fourth-level martial saint quickly disappeared, and a barbecue charred bone appeared in front of him, and as Wren's right hand was crushed vigorously, it turned into dust and dust, pouring into the sky along the hole in the open wall, and fluttering in all directions.

Kicking away the corpse, Wren turned into a bloody coat and stood quietly in front of the open wall, his eyes tightly closed, and he fell headlong.

Feeling the sunset, feeling the wind, Wren flew wildly, his eyes opened suddenly, and his falling figure stopped urgently, narrowly brushing the ground and flying into the distance.

He is too badly injured and needs time to recuperate, otherwise he will not be able to cope with the final battle.

The battle just now was extremely dangerous, and the full strength of the eighth-level martial saint could not be stopped, so Wren could only deliberately send his heart and use the small shield given to him by the gods to resist the fatal attack, so as to save his life.

The golden shield is extremely tough, like a film wrapped to protect the heart, as if the elixir nourishes the body, and Wren can live on this artifact. Wren is a crazy man, and he has done various experiments to prove the efficacy of artifacts.

For example, you can strengthen the force in turn and prick the heart with a long needle that infuses energy...................

;