Kazidi whispered a "hum" from his nose, followed by a violent punch, which hit Wren's chest firmly, covering the fist of hard sand and stone, and suddenly increased several times more than before, and even countless cracks cracked in the dirt wall behind Wren.

"How's that, what does this punch taste like?" the corners of Kazidi's mouth curled with disdain.

"Bang !!" another punch struck Wren in the face, and hot blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

......

"How's it going, boy, tell me what you think!" said Kazidi, laughing unabashedly, hoarse laughter echoing through the narrow corridor with the dull sound of boxing raindrops, "Or, a little last...... Last words!"

In the end, with a loud bang, the earth wall built behind Wren fell apart, and countless pieces of rubble were smashed high and flew out along with Wren, falling towards the ground more than ten meters away in the distance. Kazidi dodged and followed, catching Wren who fell from the sky.

He looked at Wren, who seemed to have lost his life, and a sneer like a vulture appeared, and said lightly, "It really took me a lot of effort, do you still think you can fight to the death with me?"

"Sorry, it looks like a bit heavy!" Kazidi suddenly threw Wren out of the way, showing an apologetic expression. After putting on his hood again, he patted the dust on his body, turned around and walked towards Su Anli's place in the rear, "Next, it's time for this farce to come to an end......"

However, as soon as Kazidi took a step, the movement of his feet stopped there stiffly, and his unusually sharp instinct told him that the boy still wanted to stand up reluctantly, and his pupils tightened in a line, and he looked like a beast that had been thoroughly enraged, glowing with a cold light.

"What...... What the...... Is it over, completely...... Doesn't work...... Yet!"

Wren struggled to get up from the ground, a heart-rending pain in every muscle of his body, but he stood up slowly and tremblingly with his stubborn will, his standing posture twisted and weird, and his intermittent voice was somewhat indistinct from the violent coughing and trembling.

"Aren't you dead yet? It's really pitiful, the vitality that is completely disproportionate to the strength will only bring more suffering. It's a little more troublesome this time......" Kazidi said as he walked towards Su Anli again, and at the same time, the dust flying in the air behind him suddenly condensed, "Cut off your head so you can't stand up again!"

"Blade of Sand!"

In Wren's blurred vision, a golden blade that seemed to be composed of countless dust particles quickly condensed and formed, clinging to the ground and tearing the earth while enveloping the surrounding crazy surging air currents through the air, the sharp and piercing noise approached step by step with a chill deep into the bone marrow, and a straight crack was deeply carved into the ground it passed.

"Bang !!"

There was a thud in the air again, and the golden blade of sand and gravel dust seemed to plunge headlong into the hard steel wall, and the sand blade burst and turned into dust again and filled the air one after another, slowly descending, and the sun seemed to fall like a golden rain in vain.

Wren's violently trembling pupils dilated instantly, and his blood-stained embarrassed face was a huge shock that could not be concealed, the tall back that suddenly descended in front of him like a city wall, above the back, the snow-white hair rolled with the violent air flow generated by the explosion, the naked upper body was unusually full and strong, and the muscles that were as hard and rough as rocks were stacked together, giving people a strong visual shock, as if there was a stormy wave of power surging and rolling in that body, but criss-crossed, Wounds of different depths covered almost every inch of skin in his back, giving people a sense of helplessness and vicissitudes left by endless years.

"Who are you?" Kazidi turned slowly, looking at the shirtless old man who had suddenly entered, a cold light shining in his cold pupils hidden under his hood.

"Who am I?" said the old man slowly, his old but resolute face seemed to be thinking about something, "I have forgotten my name, the children of this city like to call me Colonel Grandpa!"

"Up...... Colonel Grandpa?" A trace of shock suddenly crossed Wren's death-like pale face, and his dimmed eyes flashed a faint light again, he stared in disbelief at the sturdy back that appeared in front of him, the full muscle lines outlined the almost perfect body curve, the body full of strength exuded vitality in the morning sun, although the crisscrossing wounds looked shocking, but the imprint on such a body highlighted the frenzied power surging under his skin, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like it belonged to the body of a dying old man," You...... How did it come. ”

"Colonel's grandfather likes a good boy who loves to listen to stories the most, how can he let a good child be bullied by bad people?" The old man looked back at Wren, and his smile was full of warmth and doting, he was like a kind old man sitting on a swaying rattan chair in the sun, smiling faintly at the young child, in stark contrast to the huge soul power that was surging from his body frantically.

Wren can be said to have grown up listening to the stories of the Colonel's grandfather, and when he was still sensible, he would often run to the colonel's cabin, and listen to his strange adventures around the colonel with many children. In his eyes, the Colonel was an amiable grandfather, and the only person he had ever been close to except his mother. It wasn't until his mother's death that he gradually began to distance himself from this kind old man, and perhaps subconsciously he didn't want to lose something again.

However, the impression of the colonel's grandfather is just a cute old man who loves to tell stories, and as he grows older, Wren gradually learns that his adventures are too exaggerated and unbelievable, and nine times out of ten they are just stories he made up to bluff children. I never imagined that he would stand in front of him like that, with his swollen muscles, staggered scars, tough countenance, and tumbling soul power. It seems to be telling Wren that this cute and even ridiculous old man who once loved to tell stories is revealing his unknown side, perhaps the most real side of him that he is trying to bury.

Like the curtain being lifted layer by layer on the stage, gradually revealing the proud and ruthless warrior standing behind the curtain.

"The guys who get in the way are one after another, it's really troublesome. Kazdi's gloomy face continued to beat with cyan veins, and he roared almost out of control, "Old thing, have you lived enough, dare to get involved in the affairs of the Holy Sect, then I will fulfill you, fulfill you, and die all." ”

In vain, the surging soul power was wantonly stirring around Kazidi, and a series of sinuous cracks spread out from under his feet to all directions, just in the blink of an eye, the cracked earth sank down, the hard ground under his feet gradually turned into soft sand, and even the towering buildings on both sides were rapidly crumbling and shattering, and the entire area with a radius of about a hundred meters around Kazidi suddenly turned into a desert, and even the air was filled with sand and dust.

The edge of the desert continued to expand in all directions, gradually engulfing the ground beneath Su Anli's feet and the area where Wren and the Colonel were.

A dark cloud of oppression was enveloped by a growing sense of fear, and Kazidi looked like a ferocious beast that was gradually shedding its playful cloak to reveal its sharp fangs, but his face gradually calmed down, except for the violent air currents mixed with sand and dust that were constantly roaring from the madly swirling soul power around him, and the pale murderous eyes in the center of the vortex.

"Colonel...... Grandpa!" Wren's face was deeply frightened, even when he almost died in the hands of Kazidi a moment ago, he didn't have the same fear and despair as he did at this moment, even he couldn't understand what this sudden great fear and despair came from, but his body gradually became illusory, except for the ever-expanding fear, everything around him seemed to be slowly disappearing, his sight and hearing gradually became trance-like, even the pain in his whole body became minimal, all the real things were gradually disappearing, the only thing that was constantly clear and profound was the abyss-like desperate fear。

"One thing I forgot to mention, among the black-robed emissaries sent by this mission, except for Captain Barrow Just...... "Kazidi, who was in the center of the sandstorm, said indifferently, "I am the only one who has reached the A-level combat power, you really anger me this time, let the ruthless desert god bury you all!"

"A-rank combat power, it's been a long time, but I'm lucky to see you again in the short time I have left, I thought I would die silently like this, with guilt and ......helplessness," the colonel muttered, his expression was faint and sad, as if he was recounting a long and long past, not at all shocked by Kazidi's huge and violent soul power, on the contrary, he calmly and calmly put on a fighting posture of attacking and defending," I didn't expect that at the last moment of my life, there would be a chance to atone for my sins......"

"That's wonderful!" the old man's hand somehow gently put on Wren's shoulder, who was about to lose himself, and a warm current flowed down the old man's strong arm into Wren's body.

Wren's consciousness that was constantly swallowed by fear suddenly descended a golden light, as dazzling as the rising sun, and when he gradually saw the dazzling light, he found that it was a smile from the old man in the twilight, a smile of relief, along with his gradually clear surroundings, the sharp pain from all over his body poured into the depths of his mind clearly and coldly, as if the old man's smile pulled Wren back to reality, pulled out of the abyss of terror.

Wren looked at the strange but unusually warm old man in front of him in a daze, and he vaguely heard the old man's last words, softly as if he was saying it to himself, or to him.

"Never give up, as long as you still have people you want to protect, you can't fall, and if you fall, there will be no hope and miracles....."