Qin Hao dodged the first blow sideways, and the second blow came immediately, the weapon is like this, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, Qin Hao really has no way to deal with this kind of weapon.

"Struggle as hard as you can, and then die in despair!"

The pace of Lins's attacks is getting faster and faster, and in this narrow place, Qin Hao can only do it without being hit, let alone fight back.

"Peng!"

This giant scythe is invincible, everything is cut off, and the fire light is getting weaker and weaker, if this room is now dark, it will be even more unfavorable to Qin Hao.

"Why didn't you run away? Are you ready to die? ”

Qin Hao didn't answer, but half-squatted down, holding the knife tightly in his hand.

"Close combat is good for me, find a way to get close to him."

That's right, Qin Hao discovered this problem in the dodge just now, although the attack range and attack power of this giant scythe are extremely strong, but it can't attack things at close range.

"Now it's ...... ...... p.m."

Qin Hao was ready to exchange injuries for injuries.

"Die!"

[Click——]

What Lins didn't expect was that Qin Hao cut open the wooden board blocking the window with a knife, although the afternoon sunlight was small, but it was already dazzling enough for the blood demon, this sickle was also successfully chopped, directly embedded in the floor, Qin Hao jumped up, and the knife in his hand slashed at Lins's neck.

The floor was stained red with blood, and one hand fell to the ground, Qin Hao did not cut it crookedly, but Lins chose to hold on to his life at the cost of losing one hand.

"Ahem......"

A sharp sword passed through Qin Hao's chest, and blood flowed down the tip of the sword.

"Don't think that as long as you, you will hide another weapon in one weapon."

This sword, which is hidden in the hilt of the sickle.

Qin Hao was trembling all over now, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of slamming the door and hearing the sound of someone shouting, but none of these were important, he heard the sound of the sickle being pulled up.

Battles, often without so many bells and whistles, there is time for a casual moment, and the victory or defeat is decided.

Qin Hao kept retreating, and finally sat on a chair.

"I have to admit that you are a good opponent."

Lins pinched Qin Hao's hair, making his eyes level with Lins.

"I'll put your head in my collection case."

"You...... Can't be killed, [us]"

Qin Hao suddenly grabbed the sickle, and the source stone technique was output with all its might, and the sickle was directly roasted red, but Qin Hao directly bent it as if nothing happened.

"You...... You're not Saka-".

The next moment, his head had landed.

Qin Hao also closed his eyes, and the memory appeared in his mind like a retrospective lantern, that is, in Usas-