The Devil’s Cage

730. Chapter 682 true beating

    When he perceives that special power, Qin Ran’s brow is a wrinkle.

    But in the face of the hand knife that slashed, Qin Ran did not hesitate.

    Whoosh-

    A half-moon shape came out with the legs and collided with Meyer's hand knife.

    Pa

    In the cracking sound of the glassware, the -1 level [foot knife] was smashed by Meyer's hand knife, and Meyer's hand knife squatted on Qin Ran's right leg after a slight meal.

    Pain

    The long-lost pain was introduced into the brain of Qin Ran from the location of the attack.

    Qin Ran stepped back and his body was awkward.

    Meyer was chasing after him, and his right hand was erected again.

    This time, Meyer is even deeper.

    On the side of his palm, the shadow of a long knife is looming.

    Qin Ran smashed.

    He has seen and even been familiar with such a situation.

    In the "Queen's Shield", when he faced the king of the prairie, he was using the skill [sword technique.In the case of Tiger, there have been similar situations.

    Although Qin Ran has not figured out what is going on so far, it does not prevent him from knowing that when such a situation occurs, the skill will produce far more power than itself.

    Therefore, Qin Ran subconsciously retreated.

    The pain in the right leg makes the Qin Ran body not flexible enough to be rolled back.

    However,

    Still rubbed to the side by such a hand knife.

    laugh!

    The waist of the shirt splits directly into the mouth, revealing the cut waist muscles.

    Uniform and intricate.

    Blood scatters from the smooth wound of the incision.

    Qin Ran pulled off the T-shirt and wrapped the wound.

    Although not a bandage, but -1 of [medical.The dressing is still the entry level, so that Qin Ran can retreat while still being able to deal with the wound.

    Of course, it is the easiest to handle.

    It is impossible to reach a bandage and a standstill.

    And even if Qin Ran was stopping bleeding for himself, his eyes did not leave Meyer.

    Meyer, who has pulled out such two hand-knifes, seems to consume very much.

    I am breathing heavily in the mouth.

    However, compared with Qin Ran, who is not slightly hurt, Meyer is much better.

    Just a second, Meyer stepped again.

    He walked toward Qin Ran.

    He is ready to win this victory with Qin Ran.

    Looking at Meyer coming, Qin Ran frowned.

    In the immediate situation, he has already fallen to an absolute disadvantage, and his right leg and waist injury have directly reduced his strength by more than 50%.

    And the other party?

    Just a minor injury!

    Sweeping over the bruises on the back of Meyer's hand, Qin frowned his brows, and the wrinkles became more and more tight.

    Victory seems to really belong to the other side.

    Qin Ran is not willing.

    Qin Ran is not a person who can't afford to lose. It is just because this battle represents the task of the squad. Once he fails, the squad will also fail.

    Since entering the underground game, Qin Ran has never failed, whether it is the main line task or the side line task.

    Without exception, Qin Ran did not even say anything to anyone, and his heart was quite proud.

    Or—It is a habit.

    He is used to success.

    Unable to accept failure.

    Even if the failure appeared in front of him, he would have to fight together and try to recover his failure as much as possible…Successful!

    Undoubtedly, such a habit is terrible.

    Qin Ran looked at Meyer, who was getting closer and closer, calculating the distance from the other side in his mind, and breathing was constantly adjusted.

    The breathing pattern of the slightly confusing [Dawn Knight Forging] has once again stabilized.

    The whole process is not difficult.

    Because this has become the habit of Qin Ran.

    A warm warm current spread from his heart, spread to the limbs, let a lot of blood loss, should feel the cold Qin Ran, once again warmed up.

    In the warm body, there is constant concentration of strength.

    Meyer first discovered the change of Qin Ran.

    The fighter has no anger.

    Instead, I laughed.

    On a hard face, a smile that reveals white teeth.

    "You are a respectable opponent!"

    "It is truly memorable to learn from your opponents and win."

    Meyer said.

    Can keep pace.

    When he finished speaking, he had already arrived in front of Qin Ran, and his right hand knife was straight down.

    Hmmm…

    Sharp cutting sound, once again stinging Qin Ran's cheek.

    But he turned a blind eye.

    It seems that I have ignored such an attack.

    Meyer did not seem to stop.

    Or, this is not the time when he thinks it is stopped.

    The hand knife continues to kneel down.

    Just when Qin Ran was less than a finger away, Qin Ran suddenly moved. His whole person fell backwards, his hands replaced his feet, his waist was arched, and his left leg was popped like a spring. Take Meyer's chin.

    Rime table

    Qin Ran's left foot brought out the wind, and the short hair of Meyer's steel needle was blown.

    Meyer has no intention of dodging.

    His left hand can never be used from start to finish!

    At this time, Meyer lifted his left hand and pressed it toward Qin Ran's left foot, and the right hand knife continued to kneel down.

    ssss…

    The snake screamed suddenly, and Qin Ran's left leg bent, and it circumvented Meyer's left hand block and once again aimed at Meyer's chin.

    Meyer smiled.

    He was played with such skills yesterday, and how can he be unprepared today.

    The left hand, which should have been circumvented, was also twisted for a while, like a soft whip, once again appearing on Qin Ran’s left foot.

    May Meyer once again fell through.

    Because, Qin Ran took the snake's left leg and suddenly accelerated.

    Even with a layer of leg shadows.

    The snake hummed.

    The legs are heavy.

    Like a poisonous snake, it became a group of poisonous snakes, and it was covered in Meyer.

    However, what is really deadly is –

    Hey!

    Another snake snoring appeared.

    It is louder than any previous snake, as if the snakes are screaming at the moon, and one after another, the snakes emerged from the soil under their feet.

    The cold snakes, the deadly snakes, and the scarlet squirting cores are all aimed at Meyer.

    [Sword skills.Wan snake]!

    Known as swordsmanship, it is actually illusion, relying on the spirit of the skills to make Meyer unstoppable.

    It is this sloppy work, the attack formed by the [snake-shaped legs] and the [Bai Lie foot], which falls in the true sense of Meyer.

    Hey!

    In a series of hits, Meyer flew away and fell heavily into the distant soil.

    Qin Ran also seems to be trying to fall to the ground.

    But the next moment, the mouth spurted blood, violently gasping, and Meyer, who was in the mud, climbed again.

    Qin Ran does not want to lose.

    Meyer thinks?

    Don't want to!

    Meyer definitely doesn't want to lose!

    As the strongest fighter in the city of Atlan, he has the pride that is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

    Such pride makes him refuse to accept defeat.

    So, he stood up.

    Looking at Qin Ran with a more fanatical look than before.

    "Om"

    A humming sound.

    The shadow of his right hand side…Solidified!

    Like a knife in the true sense!

    And Qin Ran, who climbed up, saw the knife in the blink of an eye.

    Do you want to lose all your strength?

    With desperate thoughts rising from the heart of Qin Ran.

    However, the next moment was smashed out by Qin Ran.

    No!

    He does not need despair.

    He hates despair.

    Because, he has not really lost!

    He has a chance!

    The other side suffered a lot from his foot, and he was also injured, and his state was almost the same.

    Even if this knife is sharp and unparalleled, it will be affected!

    Just avoid this knife!

    Winning is me!

    Qin Ran told himself in the bottom of my heart.

    And his heart is also beating vigorously because of such an explicit.

    There is no power of the devil.

    There is no beggar of the beast of desire.

    There is no sharp edge of the thorn of the Holy One.

    What is there is just the light of the morning light.

    In the night, before dawn, the first light that penetrates the darkness shines in despair, and still does not give up the heart of hope.

    It started to beat.

    In your own way.

    The first time I jumped up.

    Hey!

    Hey!

    Hey!