I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

　　 Yi Lin's knife is impeccable with time and angle.

　　 Almost after Zhen Qiang fell into a dizzy state, Yi Lin used blood jasmine and swept past Zhen Qiang's neck.

Ding!

　　 But the strange thing is that the scene of tearing flesh and blood and splashing blood did not appear as expected.

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

　　 I saw Zhen Qiang's neck, which was actually showing a dazzling metallic color.

　　 That knife is like cutting on an iron plate.

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

　　 Yi Lin's heart moved, his expression sank, and his body twisted in midair. He was about to change a place and swung a second knife.

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

　　 At this moment, this second, Yi Lin has a hunch, even if his knife tip forwards some more...

　　 will die.

　　 will definitely die.

　　 Yi Lin raised his head, and happened to meet Zhen Qiang's playful look.

　　 He has recovered from his dizziness!

　　 Yi Lin's pupils almost shrunk into pinpoint shapes, and they retreated abruptly, pulling away from Zhen Qiang.

　　 "Hehe...no wonder you have no fear..." A faint sneer evoked from the corner of Zhen Qiang's mouth: "There is still such a hole card hidden."

　　 Yi Lin held the short knife tightly and stood quietly ten meters away from Zhen Qiang, saying nothing, just keeping silent.

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

　　 A trace of blood slowly oozes from the mark 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, my defenses can't be broken at all."

　　 Inin: "……"

　　 Zhen Qiang squeezed his fist and made a crisp popping sound. His expression looked at Yi Lin with a trace of greed that could not be concealed. He slowly said, "A secondary skill that favors assassination..."

　　 "Another kind of control skill turned out to be rare..."

　　 "This time...not a loss."

Zhen Qiang seemed to have finished warming up, pointing to Yi Lin and grinning, showing a confident smile: "If you change to another person, maybe with the combination of your two skills, you will die unclearly, but unfortunately you met. I……"

　　 "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 there is still a need to struggle?"

　　……

　　 Yi Lin remained silent.

　　 What the other party said is the truth.

　　 His power attribute is too low.

　　The "Blood Jasmine" held in his hand, although made of steel from the outer elements of the sky, is not a "spiritual weapon" after all, and has no harm bonus to the apostle...

　　 was a bad word, Yi Lin couldn't even break the opponent's defense.

　　 After careful analysis, Zhen Qiang's [Skin Hardening] should be a skill that continuously consumes psionic energy, and should not be so exaggerated as a "permanent passive skill".

　　 and boxing... is also an additional state type...

　　If Yi Lin didn’t guess wrong, it should be of the type that increases the attack range...

　　 "It's a bit troublesome."

　　 Yi Lin used the shortest time to analyze the skills demonstrated by Zhen Qiang.

　　 raised his head, Yi Lin chuckled, "I am now, it is a little difficult to kill you..."

　　 "A little bit?" Zhen Qiang seemed to have heard some joke, showing an unbelievable expression: "I'm really curious, where does your confidence come 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 in a pan, no matter how he bounces, he will only end up Can be boiled alive, unable to escape Zhen Qiang's palm.

　　 Seeing Yi Lin didn't speak, Zhen Qiang twisted his neck, snapped, and walked towards Yi Lin slowly.

As he walked, he said, "Since you have no objection, I will come to take the trophy. Hey, I am a little bit looking forward to what skills can I get from your box. To be honest, your control skills are pretty good and suitable for me. "

　　 Zhen Qiang made no secret of the naked greed in his tone. The reason for the constant disputes between the apostles was not because of the lottery process of killing the apostles and forming a box?

　　 As long as you continue to kill the apostles, you can gradually become stronger.

　　 The evolution of the apostle was originally a **** road that reached its apex with countless corpses.

"and many more."

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

　　 Then spread out his palms and signaled that he had no weapons in both hands.

　　 Zhen Qiang's footsteps are stopped, and his expression is also stiff.

"Don't you naively think that I will let you go if you beg for mercy at this time?" Zhen Qiang sneered, thinking Yi Lin wanted to surrender: "What good is it for me to let you go? You can give me the property of the Xiao family? ? Or is it your skill?"

　　 Yi Lin squinted slightly and smiled: "I wonder if you have heard a word?"

　　 "Last words? Okay, you say." Zhen Qiang seemed very generous.

　　"Farewell to the scholars for three days, look at it with admiration."

　　 "Oh, huh?" Zhen Qiang couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "Don't you want to say in your next sentence, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't you deceive the youth to be poor, right?"

"Do not……"

　　 Yi Rin's smile did not diminish, and she slowly pressed her hand to her chest.

　　 Zhen Qiang's eyelids twitched slightly, how he felt this posture was a bit familiar.

　　 "It won't take thirty years, wait for me... just one minute~www.novelmt.com~ enter the world of...!"

　　 Zhen Qiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he blasted Yi Lin directly into the head.

　　 In an instant, the fist wind was like an invisible cannonball, shortening the distance between the two!

　　 Boom!

　　 left a clear fist mark on the wall behind him!

but……

　　 Yi Rin has disappeared in place!

　　 Zhen Qiang gritted his teeth, unexpectedly... Choosing to enter the inner world at this time!

　　 He is also an apostle himself, and he also knows that every apostle has a few hours of preparation when he is called for the "next trial".

　　 Because no matter who it is, there is no guarantee that he will survive the "next trial." During these few hours of preparation, most of the apostles are used to prepare for the aftermath.

　　 "Is it a coincidence? Or premeditated?"

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

　　If it's a coincidence... it can only show that this kid is a little lucky.

　　 But if it was premeditated...

　　 "Heh...what about waiting for you to survive the trial? Do you really think you can shorten our gap by going through one more trial? It's too naive, too."

　　 Zhen Qiang figured this out, but closed his eyes on the spot instead.

　　 58, 57, 56, 55...

　　 One minute later, it's clear to you.

　　 Zhen Qiang didn't panic either.

　　 He has sufficient confidence in his own strength.

　　 Let's not say whether that kid can get out of the inner world alive.

　　 Even if one minute later, that kid really survived...

　　 Then let that kid die again...

　　 What's wrong!

　　 Thinking of this, Zhen Qiang looked at the place where Yi Lin disappeared, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.