"One minute..."

Lin Fan recited silently in his heart.

He knew that his body was almost overwhelmed.

Just as Bai Xiong thought, if you can see, your body may not be able to keep up, so in order to avoid this situation, Lin Fan's movements cannot be just dodging. More often, he needs to guide the opponent's attack.

For example, if Lin Fan dodged to one side just now, then Bai Xiong would use his other hand to block his way, and then he would force him into a desperate situation with a step.

Therefore, Lin Fan had to bend his body first, wait until the opponent raises his legs and attacks, and then retreat from the opponent's attack range. However, if you want to complete this action, you need to complete a huge fold of your waist and abdomen in half a second.

......

This is difficult to do.

Fortunately, Lin Fan did it. He dodged the fierce punch...

At the same time, it also made the two muscles in my lower back to be pulled over. Every inch he moved, it hurt like a knife to his bone marrow.

Such instantaneous switching postures caused great damage to the body. Lin Fan was doing such movements almost every second in the minute.

His wrist could no longer hold the pen, and his steps became empty, and it was difficult to lift his right shoulder. The back waist, front abdomen, thighs, Achilles tendon, and every muscle was crying and wailing. In order to avoid the last five consecutive punches of the white bear, he squeezed his body to the brink of collapse.

Fortunately, when the last sweep passed, he used the opponent's strength to cut the blood vessels on his wrist... This wound forced the opponent to pinch his wrist with his other hand, because if it was spread and the blood vessels were drawn back into the muscles, it would never be possible to find them again.

...

But while causing this wound, the huge recoil force also caused the tiger's mouth in Lin Fan's right hand to collapse... At this point, his entire right arm was completely scrapped.

......

"There is still time!" He told himself again, and used his strong willpower to suppress the fainting pain around his body. This method of almost self-hypnosis can only last for about 2 minutes. Once time passes, the pain of muscle tearing alone is enough to make Lin Fan lose all his combat power...

At this time, the big guy behind him was temporarily restricted and he no longer had the ability to dismantle the car with his bare hands. The guy in front of him seemed to have nothing to be scary, just be careful of his gun.

In other words, there is still a chance...

At this point, Lin Fan had already dragged his almost disabled body toward Chen Xiao, and at the same time he did not forget to pursue the loopholes in the other party's movements in "future vision", what are the moments of shooting and angles of avoidance?

"Why!!!"

Lin Fan roared, his eyes were covered with blood due to the pain. He used this roar to make himself more excited and stumble, but his aura was fierce, like a wild dog that was about to fight back, which made people feel scared!

The desperate person...is that's what it is.

...

...

300 kilometers west of City K, there is a small city. Due to its remoteness, it has not received much attention. The agriculture is not very good, and the industry is even less developed. The pace of life is as slow as a tractor that cannot be fired. Young people with a little enthusiasm have all gone to other cities. Seventy percent of the people left behind are elderly people. This has also led to more people in this old city than in the new city...

This road was the commercial street in the old city at that time, with the stone pavement with pits and bags, and the buildings with the highest heights of only seven or eight floors on both sides made young people used to metropolis scoff at this place. However, the elderly who were accustomed to the loess at the bottom of their waists liked it very much. On the side street, there was a teahouse where some unruly people always gathered here to play cards, talk nonsense, and squandered their few remaining lives...

At noon, a young woman came into the noisy teahouse. She had her hair loose, a very awkward red hairpin on her forehead, and a few faint freckles on her face. Combined with the outline of her cheeks, she kneaded a different charm. Such a person would definitely look particularly eye-catching among a group of old men. But at this time, the elderly around her seemed to have not paid too much attention to her. Some did not look up at all, and some just glanced inadvertently, and did not look too much...

The woman squeezed through the aisle of the tea table, and during this time she touched an old man's tea cup. The hot hot water splashed on the old man's hand, but the woman didn't care about the other person at all. She just hurried to the second floor of the teahouse. The old man made no sound, but looked at the fallen tea bowl with some confusion, straightened it, and started chatting with the people beside her...

On the second floor of the teahouse, the woman came to a slightly old door. There was a piece of paper with a corner falling off on the door, and the words "Preparation Room" were written on it.

I saw the woman take out a very ordinary key from her pocket and insert it into the keyhole in the door...

With a "click", the lock was opened. The woman pulled open the door. There was a narrow and long corridor inside, which was a little dark, with no decoration on both sides. At the end of the corridor, a circle of rectangular light could be vaguely seen, outlining the outline of another door.

This corridor is very strange because according to the architectural layout, it is impossible to have a corridor here, and the length of this corridor is obviously beyond the area that this building should have...

The strange scene in front of her did not give the woman a trace of unnecessary expression. She just hurriedly walked in and brought the door with her.

After a while, an old man in his seventies walked up to the second floor. He gently pulled open the door of the preparatory room, but at this moment, there were only some cleaning utensils such as broom mop behind the door.

......

The woman quickly walked to the door that was shining with light and pushed it away.

A breeze blows by,

Behind that door is not a building room, nor a road or balcony...but...

A grass spread to the stream in the distance. A few dozen steps away was a tree that could not be called. Under the huge canopy, a metal desk that was completely inconsistent with the scenery at this moment was placed. Four people sat around the table, chattering, talking and laughing...

This is an extremely strange scene. Whether it is the strangely growing tree or the iron table under the tree, it looks inappropriate, and the door behind the woman is not attached to anything, standing alone in the middle of the grassland.

She pressed her hair that was blown away by the wind with her hands, looking a little annoyed... and then she walked towards the four people.

"Go back!" she said this inexplicably.

But the four people were still talking and laughing, as if they didn't see her at all.

The woman frowned and suddenly thought of something. She pulled off the weird hairpin in anger and fell to the table with a "splash".

"Go back!" she shouted again.

Now, the four people at the table looked at her suddenly and stared at her in horror. The next second, the whole environment flashed unnaturally, and the grass, streams, and trees disappeared instantly, and replaced it with a small office.

This time, the desks surrounded by four people were much more comfortable with the surroundings.
Chapter completed!