Yi Lin's sword, timing and angle, was flawless.

Almost after Zhen Qiang fell into a dizzy state, Yi Lin swept through Zhen Qiang's neck with blood jasmine.

bite!

But strangely, the scene of tearing the flesh and blood and splattering blood did not appear as expected.

In the air, a strange color flashed in Yi Lin's eyes.

I saw that Zhen Qiang's neck was actually showing a bright metallic color.

That knife was like cutting it on an iron plate.

To be honest, it feels like cutting the neck of "Xiao Yi".

Yi Lin's heart moved, her expression sank, and her body twisted in the air, and she was about to change a place and swung the second knife.

But in an instant, the knife that Yi Lin was about to swing in the air stopped.

At this moment, at this second, Yi Lin had a premonition, even if the tip of his knife was handed forward...

They will all die.

Will definitely die.

Yi Lin raised her head and happened to meet Zhen Qiang's playful eyes.

He has actually recovered from his dizziness!

Yi Lin's pupils almost shrank into a needle-sharp shape, and she suddenly retreated, stretching a distance from Zhen Qiang.

"Haha...no wonder you are fearless..." Zhen Qiang curled a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth: "There is actually such a trump card hidden."

Yi Lin held the short knife tightly and stood quietly ten meters away from Zhen Qiang, without saying a word, just staying silent.

Zhen Qiang twisted his neck, and there was only a faint trace on the neck where the blood jasmine was scratched.

A trace of blood slowly oozed out of the traces on the neck.

Zhen Qiang smiled slightly and said, "In addition to [Fisting Gang], I also master a defensive skill... [Skin Hardening]. With your strength, you can't break my defense at all."

Yilin: "…"

Zhen Qiang clenched his fists and made a crisp sound. When he looked at Yi Lin's expression, he had a hint of unconcealed greed and said slowly: "A auxiliary skill that is biased towards assassination..."

"The other kind of control skill is actually a rare control skill..."

"This time I'm not losing money."

Zhen Qiang seemed to have finished warming up, pointed at Yi Lin and grinned, showing a confident smile: "If it were someone else, maybe with the cooperation of your two skills, you might die inexplicably. Unfortunately, you met me..."

"My skills [Fisting] and [Skin Hardening] are the most suitable skills for close combat..."

"You don't have any chance of winning."

"so……"

Zhen Qiang raised his head and smiled gently at Yi Lin: "Do you think there is still a need to struggle?"

...

Yi Lin said silently.

What the other party said was the facts.

His power attribute is too low.

Although the "Blood Jasmine" in the hand is made of the outer element of the star steel, it is not a "spirit-attached weapon" after all, and it does not have any harm to the apostle...

To put it bluntly, Yi Lin couldn't even break the opponent's defense.

After careful analysis, Zhen Qiang’s [Skin Sclerosis] should be a skill that continuously consumes spiritual energy, and should not be as exaggerated as a "permanent passive skill".

And fist... is also an additional state...

If Yi Lin was not mistaken, she should be the type that increases the attack distance...

“A little troublesome.”

Yi Lin used the shortest time to analyze the skills displayed by Zhen Qiang to a certain extent.

He raised his head and Yi Lin chuckled: "Now I want to kill you...it's a little difficult."

"A little bit?" Zhen Qiang seemed to hear some joke, and showed an incredible expression: "I'm very curious, where does your mysterious self-confidence come from."

In Zhen Qiang's eyes, although Yi Lin's skills are strange and unpredictable, no matter what, the levels are too different and the attributes are too different. Yi Lin is like a big prawn jumping in a oil pan. No matter how hard he jumps, he will be cooked to death and cannot escape Zhen Qiang's palm.

Seeing that Yi Lin didn't say anything, Zhen Qiang twisted his neck, made a slap, and slowly walked towards Yi Lin.

As he walked, he said, "Since you have no objection, I'll get the loot. Hey, I'm looking forward to what skills can I draw from your box. To be honest, your control skill is pretty good and suitable for me."

Zhen Qiang's tone did not hide his naked greed at all. The reason why the apostles were constantly quarreled was not the process of winning the lottery after killing the apostles and then landing into a box?

As long as you keep killing the apostles, you will gradually become stronger.

The evolution of the apostle was originally a bloody road that could only reach the peak by walking on countless corpses.

"etc."

Yi Lin flipped his palm and put the Blood Jasmine into the storage space.

Then spread out your palms and signal that you have no weapons in both hands.

Zhen Qiang paused and his expression was also stiff.

"You wouldn't naively think that I would let you go if you beg for mercy at this time, right?" Zhen Qiang sneered, thinking that Yi Lin wanted to surrender: "What's the benefit of letting you go? Can you give me the property of the Xiao family? Or your skills?"

Yi Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "I wonder if you have heard a word?"

"Last words? OK, you said." Zhen Qiang seemed generous.

"The scholar has been separated for three days and looks at him with admiration."

"Oh?" Zhen Qiang couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "You shouldn't say what you next: 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young man's poor?"

"No……"

Yi Lin smiled unabated and slowly pressed her hand against her chest.

Zhen Qiang's eyelids twitched slightly, why did he feel this posture look a little familiar?

"No need to wait for me...one minute."

"Enter the...inside world!"

Zhen Qiang's pupils shrank suddenly and punched Yi Lin's head.

In an instant, the fist wind shortened the distance between the two of them like an invisible shell!

boom!

A clear fist mark was left on the wall behind him!

but……

But Yi Lin has disappeared from the spot!

Zhen Qiang gritted his teeth and actually... chose to enter the inner world at this time!

He himself was an apostle, and he also knew that each apostle had several hours of preparation when he received the call for the "Next Trial".

Because no matter who it is, it is impossible to guarantee that he can survive the "next trial". Most of the apostles used to prepare for their funerals during these few hours of preparation.

"Is it a coincidence? Or was there a premeditation?"

Zhen Qiang counted the time silently in his heart, but his face changed.

If it is a coincidence...it only means that this kid is lucky.

But if it had been planned...

"Ha...what if you survive the trial? Do you really think that if you go through one more trial, you can shorten the gap between us? It's too naive."

After Zhen Qiang figured this out, he closed his eyes instead.

58,57,56,55…

One minute later, you will see the truth.

Zhen Qiang was not panicked either.

He has sufficient confidence in his strength.

Let’s not talk about whether that kid can come out of the inner world alive.

Even if that kid really survives in one minute...

Then let that kid die again...

What's wrong with that!
Chapter completed!