Infinite Throne Chapter 43

   Chapter 43 Wait a minute for me

  Irin's sword, timing, angle, tempered and impeccable.

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

Ding!

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

   In midair, a strange color flashed in Irin's eyes.

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

   That knife was like cutting on an iron plate.

   If you have to describe it, it's like the feeling of being cut on "Xiao Yi"'s neck.

  Irin's heart moved, her expression sank, her body twisted in mid-air, and she was about to switch places and swung the second knife.

   But in an instant, the sword Irin was about to swing in mid-air stopped abruptly.

   At this moment, this second, Yi Rin had a hunch, even if his blade tipped a little further forward...

   will all die.

   must die.

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

   He actually recovered from the dizziness!

  Irin's pupils almost shrank to pinpoints, and she stepped back abruptly, pulling away from Zhen Qiang.

   "Hehe... No wonder you are fearless..." Zhen Qiang's mouth evoked a faint sneer: "There is still such a trump card."

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

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

   A trace of blood slowly oozes out of the mark on the neck.

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

  Irin: "…"

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

   "Another rare control skill..."

   "This time... I don't lose it."

Zhen Qiang seemed to have finished his warm-up, pointed at Yi Rin and grinned confidently: "If it were someone else, maybe with the cooperation of your two skills, he would die in a daze, 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 Rin: "Do you think there is still a need to struggle?"

  Irin was silent.

   What the other party said is the truth.

   His strength attribute is too low.

   The "Blood Jasmine" in his hand is made of the extraterrestrial element star steel, but it is not a "spirit weapon" after all, and there is no damage bonus to the apostles...

   It's a bad thing to say, Iren 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 Fist Gang... is also an additional state class...

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

   "It's a little troublesome."

  Irin took the shortest time to analyze the skills shown by Zhen Qiang.

   raised his head, Yi Rin chuckled lightly: "Now I want to kill you... it's a little difficult."

   "One point?" Zhen Qiang seemed to have heard a joke, showing an incredible expression: "I'm curious, where did your self-confidence come from."

In Zhen Qiang's eyes, Yi Rin's skills are strange and unpredictable, but in any case, the level difference is too big, the attributes are too different, Yi Rin is like a prawn jumping in a frying pan, no matter how you jump, it will only end up Can be boiled alive, can not escape Zhen Qiang's palm.

   Seeing that Yi Rin didn't speak, Zhen Qiang twisted his neck, slapped, and walked towards Yi Rin slowly.

As he walked, he said, "Since you have no opinion, I will come to get the loot. Hey, I am looking forward to what skills I can draw from your box. To be honest, your control skills are quite good and suitable for me. "

   Zhen Qiang's tone did not hide the naked greed. The reason for the constant disputes between the apostles was not the lottery process that fell into a box 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 **** road that could only reach the top by stepping on countless corpses.

"and many more."

   Yi Rin flipped her palm and put Blood Jasmine into the storage space.

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

   Zhen Qiang paused, his expression stiffened.

"Don't you naively think that if you ask for mercy at this time, I will let you go?" Zhen Qiang sneered, thinking that Yi Rin wanted to surrender: "What good will it be for me to let you go? You can give me the Xiao family's property. ? Or your skills?"

  Irin squinted slightly and said with a smile, "I wonder if you've heard a word?"

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

   "Separate for three days, look at it with admiration."

   "Oh?" When Zhen Qiang heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Don't you want to say the next sentence, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young poor?"

"Do not…"

  Irin's face continued to smile, and she slowly pressed her hand to her chest.

   Zhen Qiang's eyelids twitched slightly, how did he feel this posture, a little familiar.

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

   "Enter the world of...!"

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

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

  Boom!

   left a clear fist mark on the wall behind him!

but…

  Irin has disappeared in place!

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

   He is also an apostle himself, and he knows that each apostle has hours of preparation when he is called to the "next trial".

   Because no matter who they are, they cannot guarantee that they will survive the "next trial". During these hours of preparation, most of the apostles used to prepare for the aftermath.

   "Is it a coincidence? Or premeditated?"

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

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

   But if it was premeditated...

   "Huh... 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…

   After a minute, we will see for ourselves.

   Zhen Qiang didn't panic.

   He has full confidence in his own strength.

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

   Even if the kid is alive after a minute...

  Then let that kid die again...

   What's the harm!

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

   (end of this chapter)

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