On the field, Wren's clothes were in tatters, the wounds on his body, the terrible flesh and skin were rolling, his left eye was swollen like a sandbag, barely a gap could be exposed, and his legs were fighting while he was standing, but he hadn't fallen yet!

For a moment, the field was as silent as death. As a platinum-level powerhouse, Su Ling has seen too many fights and killings, and he can't help but sweat, those old people who are rank people have changed their opinion of a person with extraordinary abilities for the first time, if this person does not die in the future, how terrifying will it be? In the next ten years, it can be seen that Thorn Flower is bound to add another rank with the lowest gold rank.

The stunned tattoo stared at Wren's figure, and he didn't reflect it for a long time. He knew best about the damage caused by the dragon's tail swing, and it stands to reason that it was absolutely impossible for Wren to stand up again, but what was it that supported him?

The tattoo stared into Wren's eyes, trying to find something out of it. Is it the dignity that you don't want to fall in front of everyone? Hunger for victory? Or is it the obsession with first place? The discovery of the tattoo headache, he couldn't see through what the light in the deepest part of Wren's eyes was. It was a gentle, strange persistence.

Wren behind the wind wall flashed, the cold knife light sprinkled on the tattoo, and the two began to fight each other at a gallop again, the muffled sound of the fist hitting the flesh, and the blood splashed by the knife into the flesh, impacted people's eyes, and some newcomers with poor hearts covered their glasses, just looking at it, they could feel the depression like death.

"Slash Flash!"

"Break your bones and bones!"

"Step forward and slash!"

"Golden bell jar!"

The place where the two fought was from the west to the east of the rostrum, the huge place was in a mess, and all the blankets on the ground turned into rags.

With a pop, the tattoo punch hit Wren's swollen left face again, and Wren, who was eight times furious, roared, and smashed the tattoo's mouth with the handle of the knife, bringing down a few blood-stained teeth, this tug-of-war like consuming life has lasted for half a minute, and the last remaining bit of clarity on Wren's crumbling head realizes that the tattoo that constantly releases the golden bell jar to offset the damage has the upper hand.

But Wren hadn't given up yet, he was praying at the bottom of the system interface, in the row of skill bars, and on the far right a whirlwind-shaped icon was still gray and unactivated.

That is the strongest skill of the Wind Sword Hao, and it is a skill of the same level as the Divine Dragon's Tail Swing. It's just that Renne, who is the Chosen One, is a little special, and this move is not something that can be used anytime and anywhere.

The faster the attack speed, the more ferocious Wren's sword will be, and the stronger the move will be! I've heard Eve say that once a famous diamond-level Wind Sword Hero could affect the power of heaven and earth with one move, turning into a hurricane that enveloped thousands of miles!

Wren forced his cranial nerves into a state of paralysis, and hinted to himself that the wound was not painful at all, and later he even completely ignored the dodge and single-mindedly strengthened the sword momentum!

As a result, Wren's knife swung faster and faster, to the point where the tattoo was dizzying. Wren is gambling, betting that his body can hold up until the sword turns into a wind!

A silver rank under Old Man Bai couldn't help but lose his voice and said, "What is he doing?" Is this a dizziness? I gave up my defense completely, but the tattoo has a golden bell jar! Several other rank players also shook their heads regretfully, the combat experience is still tattooed, in their opinion, Wren will struggle for ten seconds at most, and he will lose sooner or later.

Someone started counting: "ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five......" and another person was also counting, but this person counted down three seconds earlier than the others. When the time in the mouths of several rank players reached three, Eve's eyes flashed, and she stood up suddenly: "It's time!" ”

As if in response to this sentence, the situation in the field has changed dramatically!

Wren's sword shrouded the battle like the wind, and when he was dying, his eyes suddenly flashed, and Wren felt that time had slowed down more than ten times, and his eyes clearly captured the wisps of dancing air around him, which were traces of the wind.

Wind! Wren burst into a shout in his heart, the icon of the skill in the lower right corner finally lit up, the knife started from the hilt, and the brush was painted with a layer of pale white airflow, Wren's knife speed became faster and faster, and the surrounding wind seemed to turn into his own body, pushing the wrist, just like that, the sword became more and more fierce, and under the frightened eyes of the tattoo, a knife cut through the golden bell jar and brought a rain of blood!

"Damn, I didn't want to use martial arts, you forced my boy!" The tattoo roared angrily, and the light on his body was blazing, and a ball of golden energy gathered on his right fist, and this violent energy directly broke through the airflow obstruction, and slammed into Ren's face with a punch!

The newcomers stood up and watched this decisive scene!

Facing the growing fist in his field of vision, Wren's heart was empty. The ubiquitous cold wind seemed to suppress the side effects of the fury, and the picture in the line of sight was peeled away layer by layer like a canvas, the people under the rostrum disappeared, the tattooed punches disappeared, and even the space seemed to be ripped off and became pitch black.

Extinction. Wren held his breath and closed his eyes, and a faint white trail appeared in his world, and the whole world seemed to have only this trajectory left. The pain and the sound were far away from him, and the silvery-white line in the absolute silence of the world was everything, a graceful and unblemished arc.

Just when Wren fell into a strange ethereal state, President Su Ling stood up snapped, and unconsciously grabbed the sofa handle with both hands, and Su Ling was stunned and muttered: "Heroic soul possession......"

Wren took a deep breath and recovered from this wonderful state, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the still mirror-like world shattered!

"Wind Breath Slash!!"

In an instant, the wind was fierce, and those air currents exploded up countless levels, with Wren as the central point, and the entire rostrum collapsed by an inch! The sword slashed out along the silver-white trajectory, and all the dancing winds seemed to have found their way, and the sword pointed out, like a thousand troops and horses charging!

A fleeting white knife light flashed on the rostrum, and the sword light was so quiet and silent, as if the storm brewing before was a joke, and Wren was blown away by the tattooed punch and knocked into the wall like a cannonball.

However, in the next second, the wind suddenly rose, and the ground where the tattoo was located sank into three inches with a bang, and all the stones were instantly cut into powder by the wind blade, and his clothes were shattered and disappeared with a snort, the tattoo's eyes were hollow, his body shook, and a fountain-like column of blood burst out from his chest.

The wind lasted for five or six seconds before disappearing, and the rostrum, which was originally thirty centimeters high, was simply thinned by one layer, and the power of an eleventh-level ability was terrifying!