Wren exhaled. He stood like a rock in the wind, and he didn't fall, and that was what he expected.

For Wren, the threat of a single high-ring spell is much greater than that of a range spell, and the eight-ring hurricane spell is indeed powerful, and it can be called a meat grinder against a large number of enemies, but it is not suitable for duels, even if the power of each wind blade is equivalent to a four-ring spell, after the resistance of the blood-colored cloak is canceled, the damage is like tickling, and it can almost be ignored.

Looking around the sky and the earth, the Dragonborn army in the distance and the guards on the city walls were a little blurred. Most people can't see what's going on inside a hurricane.

A huge tornado composed of countless wind blades swept over, spun at high speed, rolled up countless dirt and rubble, and went straight to Wren's location.

Markle himself melted into the wind and disappeared after casting the spell. If you were someone else, it would be difficult to find him.

Wren spotted the other party at a glance, flying with the wind, hiding in a large area of wind blades and quietly approaching, and that tornado was just trying to attract his attention.

Mark's soul power really dropped a bit, and the consumption of the Eight Rings spell was too high. Wren pretended not to see him, looked wary, and opened any door to enter.

As soon as he came out of the other side of any door, countless bladed winds rushed to cut his body, making a violent sound, and a tornado not far away followed him, Wren ran up, and found that his limbs were entangled by the wind, as if there were countless hands dragging and pressing him, his body swayed, it was difficult to maintain balance, and his speed plummeted by more than half.

Seeing that the tornado was catching up with a huge amount of mud and rocks, Wren had to flash away. Before he could gain a foothold in the wind, a terrible wind pressure enveloped his head, and Marc slammed it down with a furious hammer in his head, his eyes glinting with bloodlust.

Wren was horrified on his face, but he had already expected it in his heart. He raised his hand and pointed. The space-time shock hit Mark, although Marker didn't cast the spell, it still produced a sense of space-time chaos, the falling hammer involuntarily stopped for a moment, and the momentum of the hammer that had been stored for a long time was interrupted, and the power on the hammer plummeted.

Wren dodged the falling hammer with a staggered step, and slammed the hammer into Malke's head. He didn't use any skills, just triggering the Critical Strike of Doom with all his might.

Mark's deflection aura, wind armor, and amber crystal protection from a certain magic item were instantly broken through the three layers of protection, and with a bang, the war hammer smashed on the side of the ear, and half of his head was shattered, but he still couldn't get a headshot.

The hammer did more damage than before, and Marc was knocked out of the air, and his figure disappeared into the wind. Wren hit it successfully, but still pretended that he couldn't find the other party, and immediately opened any door to hide in.

Exiting through any door, the corner of his eye locked on Marc in the distance, and the smashed half of his head became transparent, as if it was composed of a breeze and air currents, and quickly repaired and re-transformed into flesh and blood.

This is the second time he has relied on

The "endless spring breeze" was cured. Mark's soul power dropped again. Wren's eyes lit up, and he finally noticed a weakness that was not a weakness, that is, the consumption of endless spring breeze was extremely high, and these two recoveries reduced Malke's soul power by about half a percent!

Even if Malk is a nineteenth-level legend with deep soul power, he still has to maintain a high multiple power increase of infinite rage at the same time, and cast spells many times, and the double consumption of soul power and physical strength will definitely not last long.

Once the infinite rage is turned on, it can't be stopped, the power is increasing over time, and the physical exertion is getting higher and higher, and the only solution is to end the rage, reduce the amplification multiplier, and re-enter the end of the rage.

The gap between the two infinite rages is his own chance! Of course, Marker will definitely be very careful with his physical and soul strength, and will not easily give his opponent a chance to take advantage of.

Wren silently calculated, his soul power consumption is also a lot, but there are one hundred and sixty soul power in the soul power pool to spare, and there are dozens of top-grade potions in the dimensional space ring, as long as the frontal hard fight is reduced and the consumption is reduced, it will definitely last longer than Mark!

It may seem like an unusable delaying tactic, but it's actually the best way to win. There may only be one chance, and it must be fatal with one blow!

Wren turned his head to look at the crowd of spectators who were blocked from view, and did not hesitate to take out two bottles of potion and drink them.

One bottle is for soul rejuvenation

"Magic Torrent Elixir", a bottle is to restore physical strength

The "Extreme Troll Blood", which he bought with a lot of money at the auction house in Modu, finally came in handy today.

Two bottles of potions were entered, and both soul power and physical strength were restored. Naturally, Marc also saw Wren's actions, and a haze flashed in his eyes.

Generally, the most brilliant alchemist is also a spellcaster, and the level of alchemy of Congatro is much lower than that of the Empire, and even if he is a king, it is difficult to obtain precious potions, and ordinary potions are of little use if drunk.

When the head injury recovered, Marc immediately dived into the wind to kill. As soon as he entered

The distance of the "Spirit Wind Leap" immediately moved in front of Wren, and the furious hammer and tornado struck on both sides, but Wren did not fight hard with him at all, first flashed and retreated, and then opened any door to open the distance.

Many times, Marc wanted to

The Wind Shear technique interrupts any of Wren's doors, however, he discovers that Wren is always aware of his intentions.

Or flash to

"Wind Shear" is the distance away from the door. Or pretend to cast a spell and deceive it

"Wind Shear", miss the opportunity to interrupt, and then open the door. No matter how much Marc tried to hide his thoughts, Wren could see through it at a glance.

He didn't know where his flaws were, and he thought that this was because Wren was a specialized wizard and a student of the Holy Soul Wizard, and his spell-casting ability was far beyond his own, and his understanding of spells was not comparable to his own, so he always couldn't succeed.

Any door, flash, electric flash. Wren took turns using three displacement spells, and his own speed was not much slower than Marke's after being blessed by the Wind and Thunder Wings, and easily avoided the head-to-head confrontation.

There is only one Mark

"Spiritual Wind Leap", despite the higher number of rings, farther displacement, and the wind as a cover, silent, but always one step away from hitting Wren.

On the contrary, on the contrary, Wren fought back unexpectedly. Dragon's Roar, Space-Time Shock, Light Blast, Thunder...... A variety of elements emerge one after another, and Wren combines them, and Marc will be hit by a hammer if he is not careful, and then be hit in the head with a hammer, consuming a lot of soul power to activate

"Endless Spring Breeze" recovered from his injuries. This made Marc cautious and did not dare to take it lightly. The duration of the eight-ring hurricane technique is very long.

The two sides chased after me, and the dragonborn army and the guards on the city wall could only vaguely see two figures fighting fiercely in the wind, and there were explosions and roars, and the ground shook, like two giant beasts fighting wildly.

Before I knew it, a quarter of an hour had passed. Wren came out of an arbitrary door, and suddenly his body trembled slightly, and the battle music drowned in the wind became even more intense, entering the fourth cycle.

Combat music plays a round approximately every five minutes, cycling through half of the power. Four cycles of Wren's power tripled.

The most important thing is that the power amplification of the battle music is used as its original strength, and other amplification effects are increased again on this basis.

Level 3 Bloody Fury, Dragon Power and Borchi's Light of Power, a total of four times more. After four cycles, his own strength reached a threefold effect, and then increased by four times, and suddenly, Wren's strength skyrocketed to twelve times, and the strength element finally broke through the eleventh level!

But like the infinite rage, the soul power consumed began to increase exponentially. Wren watched his power drop one bar at a time, and in a few seconds, he dropped almost ten bars, and immediately poured another bottle of soul recovery potion, releasing the power in the soul power pool, and pushing the falling power up to maintain the balance.

These operations were done quickly, and Wren observed Marc at the same time. At this time, Malel's infinite frenzied violence increased by seven times, but it couldn't hit anyone, and it was useless.

His soul power and physical strength have dropped by half, and the consumption rate is getting faster and faster, and it is a thousand miles away. At this rate, in less than three minutes, he might not even be able to lift his furious hammer.

The scales of victory are already tipping! Wren looked at the wind around him, the hurricane technique was fading, and it would soon stop.

"It's time. As soon as this thought fell, Marc made another spiritual wind leap to the front, and Wren turned around and returned to any door with countless wind blades, appearing at the other end.

When he came out, Wren seemed to have his back to Mark, and in the blind corner of the other party's vision, the thunderbolt hammer in his hand disappeared for a very short moment, and then reappeared in his hand, as if it had never happened.

Hidden by the wind, the warhammer remained the same. Marc, who was a little anxious, didn't notice this detail, and he kept his fighting spirit high, and ran towards Wren with perseverance.

This time, Wren didn't immediately flee through any of the doors. He shook his shoulders, and at the expense of the five grids of power, which seemed extremely valuable at this time, summoned five mirror clones.

During the spellcast, Wren swapped places with one of the mirrors, confusing Marke. Six identical Wren cast spells at the same time, opened any door and entered each other, appeared around Malke, and began to attack Malke.

Three Wrens flash their charge, and three Wren unleash a space-time shock. Marc was extremely vigilant, but he didn't feel too much threat, he learned from the survivors of the Ice Wolf Knights that Wren had mastered the mirror image, and knew in advance that the strength of the mirror image was only half of the body, and he was not even afraid of Wren's body, and the mirror image was unlikely to cause much damage.

The first Wren had already flashed in front of him. In the high-speed charge, Mark's footsteps did not stop, wanting to crush the opponent directly, but suddenly a space-time shock fell, causing his charge to stop for a moment.

But it was only a momentary confusion, and it didn't have much impact, but it gave Rene a chance in front of him. Rumble!

Wren completely ignored Marke's furious hammer and picked up the hammer in his hand and smashed it into Marc's head. Almost at the same time, Mark's hammer also hit Wren, and his body dissipated.

This is a mirror image. Before the mirror image disappeared, the angle of the warhammer's bombardment was depressed, and it smashed firmly into Malke's chest, but it exploded with several times more power than before.

The illusory warhammer seemed to weigh tens of thousands of pounds, and Malke's three-layer protection instantly collapsed, and there was a cracking sound in his chest, which instantly sank, and the power of the warhammer penetrated through his back to burst a large hole.

"This can't be!" Mark's eyes widened in rage, urging frantically

"Endless spring breeze" to repair the injury, subconsciously to use

"Spirit Wind Leap" dodges the second Wren who kills in front of him. However, as soon as he entered the Wind Leap, he was knocked out by a space-time shock.

The second Wren also ignored the defense, exchanged his life for injury, and smashed a hammer on Malke's left shoulder, the entire shoulder burst, and the flesh and blood turned into a gentle breeze, desperately repairing the wound.

Then came the third Wren, the fourth, and the fifth...... Every Wren who rushed up was a mirror image, like a death squad, inflicting damage on Marc with his own life and not giving him a chance to breathe.

Each mirror image gave Marc a hammer, a seemingly ordinary war hammer, but powerful beyond imagination.

Mark's front chest, back, left shoulder, lower abdomen, and right leg were all badly damaged, and he was barely human-shaped. He was crazy to excite

"Endless Spring Breeze" repairs the injury, and the soul power is drained. At this time, the increase in the power of the infinite rage also reached his upper limit, and it increased by eight times, but this was not what he wanted, but instead became his own talisman.

A wave of exhaustion and weakness welled up in his heart, and the physical exertion under the eightfold increase was terrifying, and his physical strength bottomed out before he was seriously injured.

Marc was forced to end his berserk state, his strength increase was reduced to zero, and the elemental dropped to level eleven. The last Wren flashed in front of him.

Marc knew that this was Wren's body, and he couldn't fight hard in a bad state, so he subconsciously launched it

"Spiritual Wind Leap" was still in place, and then I remembered that the displacement spell was still cooling. Wren swung his hammer and smashed it.

Mark's sense of terrible danger made his soul tremble, and if he couldn't dodge the hammer, he would probably die.

He let out a furious roar, using the last of his strength to swing his furious hammer at his foe, two hammers of far different sizes clashing together.

With an earth-shattering bang, Mark's furious hammer came out of his hand, his arm shattering inch by inch, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair, and he watched Wren's warhammer turn around and smash into his head.

Boom! Mark's head burst open like an egg crushed by a boulder.