The super son-in-law of the female president

The young man looked shocked, turned around instantly, and looked at Qin Fan who was not far away.

At some point, Qin Fan was already standing on his legs, but he still lowered his head, and the battle armor on his body emitted a faint colorful light.

The original sunken place began to gradually recover.

In just a few seconds, it is brand new.

The young man's face was shocked, and he couldn't help but said in surprise: "This, how is this possible?"

Even the tone of his voice became sharper.

Even the young man himself has never used such a powerful move.

This kind of powerful and terrifying move that exploded with almost all the strength of the whole body should not be able to be defeated by a guy whose strength is only at the ninth level of the condensing mirror.

"No, it's impossible, it must be the battle armor on your body that saved you!"

Thinking of this, the young man showed a greedy look on his face, as terrifying as a crow, his eyes were red, looking at Qin Fan bloodthirsty.

In a second, he actually flashed and disappeared in place in an instant.

He looked at Qin Fan with bloodthirsty eyes, without the slightest surprise, but with the belief in fighting in an instant.

"If you have this armor, with my strength, you can go deep into the core of the collapsed continent. Then, from ancient times to now, all the forbidden treasures that no one has been able to obtain will be included." In my pocket."

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Before Qin Fan could react, the young man appeared in front of him insolently. The distance between the two was only two or three meters.

The young man's left and right hands touched each other, the metal sheath made a violent sound, and a flash of sparks, accompanied by a wave of heat, rushed towards Qin Fan.

Qin Fan's face changed slightly, and his already cautious face became more cautious.

roar.It was a violent sound that cannot be described in words. If you have ever heard it with your own ears, you will know how terrifying and dull the sound is when nature destroys everything.

The young man landed steadily, nodded slightly and smiled wildly and recklessly!
And Qin Fan's figure had already been rushed to the wall of the cave by this sudden heavy blow.

A fishy and salty taste lingered in the throat.

Qin Fan opened his eyes and took a look at his chest and mouth. A piece of the five-color armor was forcibly dented.

But with Qin Fan's infusion of a little spiritual power, he instantly restored his original clothes.

"Damn it, it's only the third day since I came here, and I don't think it can be wasted like this. It seems that I have to find a way to solve it quickly!"

Qin Fan was still able to stand and talk, which did not exceed the expectations of the young man.

On the contrary, he looked at Qin Fan with great interest, smiled and mocked: "Not bad, this armor seems to have a self-healing function."

The words blurted out, as if he didn't care whether the person in the armor was Qin Fan or not.

As if the focus of everything, he only cares about what kind of surprises this armor can bring him.

Qin Fan was slightly dissatisfied with this behavior of ignoring his opponent.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't know what else you can do to defeat me."

"I resisted the strongest blow you thought you had, so what else do you have next? If not, I wonder if our identity relationship can be changed?"

As Qin Fan spoke, he subconsciously swung the short sword in his hand.

This little dagger is neither long nor short, about forty centimeters, and looks very ordinary.

Only then did the young man really notice that Qin Fan had a weapon in his hand.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, probably I didn't treat him as a character at all before.

The young man smiled, pointed at the short sword in Qin Fan's hand, and said mockingly, "Why? The dagger isn't like a dagger? The blade is blunt, right?"

Qin Fan was a little speechless, this young man didn't know why he was so arrogant, and even laughed at him.

Qin Fan said softly: "Don't you know the truth that if you laugh at others, you will die sooner?"

The young man frowned, and said disdainfully: "Oh, there is another reason. It seems that you are still a philosopher. I really didn't see it."

Qin Fan snorted coldly: "There are still many things that you haven't noticed. If you can see all of them, then you will be the philosopher?"

The young man squinted his eyes, his expression was slightly blunt, and he seemed a little impatient.

"Stunt Skill Violent Bull!"

With a loud shout, the young man swooped down and rushed towards Qin Fan.

This speed, this formation, Qin Fan has never seen before.

The young man in front of him is really a fucking talent, one move is better than the other, I don't know what he thinks, this kind of move is simply speechless.

This move, just like its name, is extremely brutal.

The young man who was running wildly raised his hand to stroke his long hair, exposing his brain.

Only then did Qin Fan notice that the young man was wearing something like a 'gold hoop' on his head, which was a wider and thicker version.

Under the influence of the light, there was even a faint glow.

Qin Fan didn't have time to think too much, the young man's attack speed was really getting faster each time.

This time, his running speed was obviously beyond Qin Fan's imagination.

Qin Fan was not even mentally prepared.

He could only subconsciously and instinctively wave the small dagger in his hand to confront it.

bump!
Accompanied by the sound of sharp metal friction and collision, this time, Qin Fan once again flew up like a shell, and then shot heavily onto the wall.

A small hole was smashed abruptly!
But this time, the young man didn't stay where he was.

Instead, like a savage bull, as if suffering from mad cow disease, he charged again at Qin Fan who hadn't landed yet.

bump!
The young man's head, as if possessed by an iron-headed god master, crazily bumped against Qin Fan's chest and mouth.

Qin Fan spat out a mouthful of old blood, and the wall, which was already dented by the smash, was again splashed with gravel.

bump!bump!bump!
Continuous bumping and impacting.

As the last move, the old cow raised his buttocks and legs, and kicked his feet wildly when he sat back!
Like a bullet, Qin Fan was knocked into the wall on the other side with a strange posture.

After seven or eight consecutive bumps and blows, the young man finally seemed to be exhausted and stood still.

I saw that he was sweating profusely, and his forehead was still slightly red.

"Hehe, are you still alive?"

On the other side, inside the wall, Qin Fan lowered his head, the breastplate on his chest was completely dented, and at least three or four ribs were broken.

Such a thrilling battle, and such damage visible to the naked eye.

Qin Fan must die.