Infinity Throne

The timing and angle of Yi Lin's sword were refined and impeccable.

Almost as soon as Zhen Qiang fell into a dazed state, Yi Lin used blood jasmine to pass between Zhen Qiang's neck.

Ding!

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

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

Zhen Qiang's neck was actually a bright metallic color.

The knife was like cutting on an iron plate.

If I had to describe it, it would feel like being cut on "Xiao Yi's" neck.

Yi Lin's heart moved, her expression darkened, her body twisted in mid-air, and she was about to change places and swing the second sword.

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

At this moment, this second, Yi Lin had a premonition that even if he pushed the tip of the knife forward...

All will die.

Will definitely die.

Yi Lin raised her head and met Zhen Qiang's teasing eyes.

He actually recovered from his dizzy state!

Yi Lin's pupils shrank almost to the shape of needlepoints, she backed away suddenly, and distanced herself from Zhen Qiang.

"Haha... No wonder you are so confident..." A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Zhen Qiang's mouth: "You actually have such a trump card."

Yi Lin held the dagger tightly and stood quietly ten meters away from Zhen Qiang without saying a word. Even though he had a dagger made of star steel, for him who was not good at melee combat, he would not be able to compete with an apostle with defensive skills. It was too early to meet. He remembered "that thing" he asked Molly to do earlier, and silently counted the time in his mind.

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

A trace of blood slowly seeped out 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 power, you can't break my defense at all."

Yi Lin: "..."

Zhen Qiang clenched his fists and made a crisp popping sound. He looked at Yi Lin with a trace of greed that could not be concealed in his expression, and said slowly: "An auxiliary skill that is biased towards assassination..."

"The other one turns out to be a rare control skill..."

"The job this time... is not a loss."

Zhen Qiang seemed to have finished warming up. He pointed at Yi Lin and grinned, showing a confident smile: "If it had been anyone else, maybe with the combination of your two skills, they would have died in an unknown way. 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 is true.

His strength attribute is too low.

Although the "Blood Jasmine" in the hand is made of the extraterrestrial element Star Steel, it is not a "spirit-possessed weapon" after all, and it has 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 should not be as exaggerated as a "permanent passive skill".

And Quan Gang... is also an additional status type...

If Yi Lin guessed correctly, it should be the type that increases the attack distance...

"It's a bit troublesome."

Yi Lin used the shortest time to analyze Zhen Qiang's skills in detail.

Raising her head, Yi Lin chuckled: "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 really curious, where does your crazy self-confidence come from."

In Zhen Qiang's eyes, although Yi Lin's skills are weird and unpredictable, no matter what, the difference in levels and attributes are too big. Yi Lin is like a prawn jumping in a frying pan. No matter how hard he jumps, he will end up with nothing. If you can be boiled to death, you can't escape from Zhen Qiang's clutches.

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

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

Zhen Qiang's tone did not conceal the naked greed. Isn't the reason why the apostles continue to have disputes because of the lottery process of killing the apostles and then dropping them into boxes?

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

The evolution of an apostle was originally a bloody road that involved countless corpses to reach the top.

"etc."

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

Then he spread his palms to show that he had no weapons in his hands.

Zhen Qiang paused in his steps and his expression froze.

"Are you naive enough to think that I will let you go if you beg for mercy now?" Zhen Qiang sneered, thinking that Yi Lin wanted to surrender: "What's the benefit of me letting you go? Can you give me the Xiao family's property?" ? Or is it your skills?"

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled: "I wonder if you have heard of this sentence?"

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

"We have been separated for three days, and we look at each other with admiration."

"Oh?" Zhen Qiang couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Don't you want to say in your next sentence, thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty, right?"

"No……"

The smile on Yi Lin's face did not diminish, and she slowly put her hand on her chest.

Zhen Qiang's eyelids twitched slightly, feeling that this posture seemed inexplicably familiar.

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

"Enter...the other world!"

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

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

boom!

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

but……

Yi Lin has disappeared where she was!

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

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

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

"Is it a coincidence? Or was it planned in advance?"

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

If it's a coincidence...it just means that this kid is a little lucky.

But if it was premeditated...

"Huh... 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? You are too naive."

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

58, 57, 56, 55…

After a minute, you will see the result.

Zhen Qiang didn't panic.

He has full confidence in his own strength.

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

Even if the kid really survives one minute later...

Then let that kid die again...

What’s the harm!

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