Chapter 43 Wait for Me for 1 Minute

The timing and angle of Yi Lin's saber were tempered and impeccable.

Almost after Zhen Qiang fell into a dizzy state, Yi Lin swiped blood jasmine across Zhen Qiang's neck.

Ding!

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

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

I saw that Zhen Qiang's neck had a bright metallic color.

That knife was like cutting on an iron plate.

If I had to describe it, it was like the feeling of being cut on "Xiao Yi"'s neck.

Yi Lin's heart twitched, her expression sank, her body twisted in mid-air, and just about to change places, she swung the knife a second time.

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

At this moment, at this second, Yi Lin had a premonition, even if he extended the tip of his knife a little further...

will die.

must die.

Yi Lin raised her head, just in time to meet Zhen Qiang's playful eyes.

He has recovered from the dizzy state!

Yi Lin's pupils almost shrunk into needlepoints, and she backed away abruptly, distanced herself from Zhen Qiang.

"Hehe... No wonder you are so confident..." Zhen Qiang's mouth twitched into a faint sneer: "You still have such a hole card."

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

Zhen Qiang twisted his neck, and there was only a faint mark on the neck where Xue Jasmine scratched.

A trace of blood slowly seeped from the mark on the neck.

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

Yi Lin: "..."

Zhen Qiang clenched his fists and made crisp crackling sounds. He looked at Yi Lin with a hint of greed that couldn't be concealed, and said slowly: "An auxiliary skill that is biased toward assassination..."

"The other turned out to be a rare control skill..."

"This time... it's not a loss."

Zhen Qiang seemed to have finished warming up, pointed at Yi Lin and grinned confidently: "If it were someone else, maybe with the cooperation of these two skills of yours, they would die for no apparent reason. It's a pity that 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 was the truth.

His strength attribute is too low.

The "Blood Jasmine" held in his hand was made of extraterrestrial elemental star steel, but it was not a "spiritual weapon" after all, and had no damage bonus to the apostles...

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

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

And Fist Gang... is also an additional state class...

If Yi Lin's guess is correct, it should belong to the type that increases the attack distance...

"It's a bit troublesome."

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

Raising her head, Yi Lin chuckled lightly: "It's a little difficult for me to kill you now..."

"A little?" Zhen Qiang seemed to have heard some joke, showing an incredulous expression: "I'm curious, where does your ecstatic confidence come from?"

In Zhen Qiang's eyes, although Yi Lin's skills are weird and unpredictable,

But no matter what, the level difference is too big, the attributes are too different, Yi Lin is like a prawn jumping in the oil pan, no matter how much she jumps, she can only be boiled alive in the end, and cannot escape Zhen Qiang's palm.

Seeing that Yi Lin did not speak, Zhen Qiang twisted his neck and walked slowly towards Yi Lin with a crackling sound.

While walking, he said: "Since you have no objections, I'm here to get the loot. Hey, I'm looking forward to what skills I can get from your box. To be honest, your control skills are pretty good and suitable for me. "

Zhen Qiang's tone did not conceal the naked greed at all. The reason why the apostles were in constant disputes was not because of the lottery process where they landed into boxes after killing the apostles?

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

The evolution of the apostle was originally a bloody road that could only be reached by stepping on countless corpses.

"etc."

Yi Lin flipped her palm and put the blood jasmine into the storage space.

Then spread out his palms, indicating that he has no weapons in his hands.

Zhen Qiang's footsteps stopped, and his expression froze.

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

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "I wonder if you have heard a word?"

"Last words? Alright, tell me." Zhen Qiang seemed very magnanimous.

"Three days after the farewell, I will look at you with admiration."

"Oh?" Zhen Qiang couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "You don't want to say in your next sentence, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor?"

"No……"

The smile on Yi Lin's face remained undiminished, and she slowly pressed her hand to her chest.

Zhen Qiang's eyelids twitched slightly. How did he feel that this posture was inexplicably familiar.

"It doesn't take thirty years, just wait for me...one minute."

"Enter...the inner world!"

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

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

boom!

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

but……

Yi Lin has disappeared in place!

Zhen Qiang gritted his teeth, unexpectedly... chose to enter the inner world at such a time!

He is also an apostle himself, and he also knows that every apostle has several hours of preparation when he receives the call of "the next trial".

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

"Is it a coincidence? Or was it 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 bit lucky.

But if it was premeditated...

"Heh... so what if you survive the trial? Do you really think that you can shorten the gap between us by going through one more trial? It's too naive."

After Zhen Qiang figured this out, he closed his eyes on the spot.

58, 57, 56, 55...

A minute later, it will be clear.

Zhen Qiang didn't panic either.

He has sufficient confidence in his own strength.

Not to mention whether that kid can come out of the other world alive.

Even if the kid really survived after a minute...

Then let that kid die again...

What's the matter!

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