Chapter 43

Yilin's Sabre is perfect in timing and angle.

Almost after Zhen Qiang fell into a dizzy state, Yilin passed by Zhen Qiang's neck with blood jasmine.

Ding!

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

In mid air, a different color flashed in Yilin's eyes.

Zhen Qiang's neck showed a bright metallic color.

That knife was like cutting on an iron plate.

If you insist on description, it's like the feeling of cutting "Xiao Yi"'s neck.

Yilin's heart moved and his face sank. His body twisted in mid air. He was about to change place and swing the second knife.

But in an instant, the knife that Yilin was about to swing in the air stopped abruptly.

At this moment, at this second, Yilin had a premonition, even if his knife tip passed some forward

Will die.

It's bound to die.

Yilin raised his head and just met Zhen Qiang's joking eyes.

He has recovered from dizziness!

Yilin's pupil almost shrinks into a needle tip shape, suddenly retreats and pulls away from Zhen Qiang.

"Ha ha... No wonder you have no fear..." Zhen Qiang gave a faint sneer at the corners of his mouth: "there is such a card hidden."

Yilin held the knife tightly and stood ten meters away from Zhen Qiang. He didn't say a word, but kept silent.

Zhen Qiang twisted his neck. On that neck, there was only a faint trace of blood jasmine.

The trace on the neck slowly exuded a trace of blood.

Zhen Qiang smiled and said, "in addition to [fist Gang], I also master a defense skill... [skin hardening]. With your strength, I can't break my defense at all."

Yi Lin: "

Zhen Qiang pinched his fist and made a crisp snap. He looked at Yilin's expression with a trace of greed that was difficult to hide, and slowly said: "an auxiliary skill biased towards assassination..."

"The other is a rare control skill..."

"This job... Is not a loss."

Zhen Qiang seemed to have finished warming up, pointed to Yilin, grinned and showed a confident smile: "if you were someone else, maybe with the cooperation of your two skills, you would die indistinctly, but it's a pity that you met me..."

"My skills [fist Gang] and [skin hardening] are the most suitable skills for close combat..."

"You have no chance of winning."

"So..."

Zhen Qiang raised his head and smiled gently at Yi Lin: "do you think it's necessary to struggle?"

……

Yilin was silent.

The other side is telling the truth.

His strength attribute is too low.

Although the "blood Jasmine" in the hand is made of extraterrestrial element Star steel, it is not a "spirit weapon" and has no damage bonus to the Apostles

It's not good. Yilin can't even break the other party's defense.

After careful analysis, Zhen Qiang's [skin hardening] should be a skill that continuously consumes psionic power. It should not be as exaggerated as "permanent passive skill".

And boxing gang... Is also an additional state class

If Yilin didn't guess wrong, it should belong to the type of increasing attack distance

"A little trouble."

Yilin uses the shortest time to analyze the skills displayed by Zhen Qiang.

Raised his head, Yilin smiled: "now I want to kill you... It's a little difficult."

"A little?" Zhen Qiang seemed to hear a joke and showed an incredible expression: "I'm very curious about where your confidence comes from."

In Zhen Qiang's eyes, although Yi Lin's skills are strange and unpredictable, in any case, the level difference is too large and the attribute difference is too much. Yi Lin is like a prawn jumping in an oil pot. No matter how much he jumps, he can only be boiled alive and can't escape Zhen Qiang's palm.

Seeing that Yilin didn't speak, Zhen Qiang twisted his neck and came slowly towards Yilin.

While walking, he said, "since you have no opinion, I'll take the booty. Hey, I'm looking forward to what skills I can draw from your box. To be honest, your control skills are very good and suitable for me."

In Zhen Qiang's tone, the silk did not hide his naked greed. The reason why there were constant disputes among the apostles was not for the lottery process of killing the apostles and landing in a box?

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

The evolution of Apostles was originally a bloody road to the top by stepping on countless corpses.

"Wait."

Yilin turned his palm and put the blood Jasmine into the storage space.

Then spread out your palms and signal that your hands are unarmed.

Zhen Qiang's footsteps were stopped and his expression was stiff.

"Don't you naively think that I will let you go if you beg for mercy at this time?" Zhen Qiang sneered and thought that Yilin wanted to surrender: "what's the advantage of letting you go? Can you give me the property of the Xiao family? Or your skills?"

Yilin narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "have you heard a word?"

"Last words? OK, you say." Zhen Qiang seems very generous.

"Three days after I left, I looked at you with new eyes."

"Oh?" Zhen Qiang couldn't help laughing when he heard the speech: "don't you want to say the next sentence, don't deceive the young people into being poor in the East and west of the river for 30 years?"

"No..."

Yilin smiled and slowly pressed his hand on his chest.

Zhen Qiang's eyelids pulled slightly. How did he feel this posture? He looked familiar inexplicably.

"It won't take 30 years. Just wait for me... A minute."

"Enter the world of..."

Zhen Qiang's pupil suddenly shrinks and blows out directly at Yilin's head.

In an instant, the boxing style was like an invisible shell, shortening the distance between them!

Boom!

On the wall behind him, he left a clear fist print!

But

Yilin has disappeared in place!

Zhen Qiang bit his teeth and unexpectedly... Chose to enter the world at this time!

He was also an apostle, and he knew that every apostle had several hours of preparation when he received the call of "the next trial".

Because no one can guarantee that he will survive the "next trial". During these hours of preparation, most apostles are used to prepare for the things behind them.

"Is it a coincidence or a premeditation?"

Zhen Qiang silently counts the time in his heart, but his face changes.

If it's a coincidence... It only means that the boy is a little lucky.

But if it was premeditated

"Oh... What if you survive the trial? Do you really think you can shorten our gap by going through one more trial? It's naive."

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

58，57，56，55……

A minute later, I'll see.

Zhen Qiang doesn't panic.

He has full confidence in his strength.

Not to mention whether the boy can come out of the world alive.

Even if the boy really survived in a minute

Then let the boy die again

Why not!

Thinking of this, Zhen Qiang looked at the place where Yilin disappeared and showed a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth.