Qi Lin already holds the belief that he will die, and if he doesn't succeed, he will become a benevolent, and his opponent is Ashram, one of the three members of the Supreme Council of League of Legends, and no one knows how strong his strength is.

Between the lightning and flint, Qi Lin had already sprinted in front of Ashram with two blood-colored streamers!

Qi Lin, who was wearing Gilgamesh, was in a state of fist stabbing at the moment, like a wolf's claw, and a roar came out with a blow!

Ashram had a calm face, and the scimitar in his hand swung upside down.

Suddenly, a wall of ice condensed out of thin air, stopping Qi Lin.

"Click!"

The ice wall was very strong, only a few cracks appeared, and Qi Lin felt his fists smash into it, and he could no longer penetrate a single bit.

"I thought it was something great, but that's it."

Behind the transparent ice wall, Qi Lin saw the light in Ashram's eyes flickering under his glasses, and there was a hint of contempt at the corners of his mouth.

Qi Lin suddenly frowned, but he didn't believe in this evil, his fists were withdrawn, one was charged, and his feet crushed the frost on the ground.

"Boom!"

Ashram's eyebrows jumped, only to see the furious Qi Lin smash through the ice wall with a single punch, and a blood-colored spike on the fist smashed towards his cheek!

"Suddenly."

Ashram floated and dodged the blow.

Qi Lin naturally wouldn't give Ashram a chance to breathe, the whole person was like a wild beast, and it was like a bear crash, directly smashing the ice wall that broke through the hole into pieces, and went up closely, bound to defeat the guy in front of him with one blow.

Ashram retreated as he waved the scimitar in his hand lightly, a cold glow.

"Whoa."

Qi Lin, who was sprinting, was shocked, only to see a cold current of ice slag emerging from the ground, sprinting over like a spurt.

I was trying to dodge, but I only heard "Bang!" "A bang.

Qi Lin suddenly felt a biting coldness.

The whole person remained motionless in a sprinting posture, and was frozen into ice!

Ashram smiled and walked in front of Qi Lin, who had turned into an ice sculpture, with the beautiful scimitar in his hand.

With a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Qi Lin, whose eyes were almost about to breathe fire, and said lightly: "There is a kind of struggle, called a senseless struggle. ”

As soon as he turned the knife, he was going to slash down!

But at this moment, Qi Lin, who had turned into an ice sculpture and was frozen in ice, let out an angry roar, "Ah! ”

"Click, click, click!"

Suddenly, Ashram unexpectedly broke through the frost and smashed it into his face with a punch!

"Dang!"

It collided with the scimitar that slashed down, and the fireworks flew everywhere.

"Crunch, crunch."

Qi Lin and Ashram confronted each other, and the sharp scimitar slashed right into the gap between Gilgamesh's fists!

Qi Lin's brows were upside down, and Ashram's face was even more solemn to the extreme, and he stabbed the scimitar with his fist!

This is a collision of men and men, a confrontation of blood and blood, a contest of brute force!

Qi Lin took one point forward, Ashram stepped back, Ashram moved one point, and the frosty floor under Qi Lin's feet cracked an inch!

"Hehe, stinky boy, it's not a lot of strength..."Ashram held his breath and pretended to smile lightly.

"Bang."

I saw a chill visible from the tip of the knife, and began to climb up the fist.

Qi Lin was suddenly extremely angry, he didn't say a word, his face was red, his eyes were blood-red, he gritted his teeth, and stared at Ashram with murderous intent and said.

"I have two fists, it's a shame that you can only have one on your face at the same time!"

Suddenly erupted, and with a force, sparks flew up.

Gilgamesh's blood-red fist suddenly erupted in flames!

"Boom!"

Pulling out the mountain and covering the world, a punch directly shocked Ashram out of the air.

As soon as Ashram, who had taken ten steps backwards in a row, had just gained a foothold, he saw Qi Lin pounce frantically, startling himself, Qi Lin was like a beast, and he would never let go when he seized the slightest opportunity.

"Die!"

A punch slammed into Ashram's chest.

"Poof!"

Qi Lin's right fist smashed directly into Ashram's body!

Ashram looked at the fist that penetrated into his chest, as if he didn't react, as if he hadn't reacted, and then slowly raised his head to look at Qi Lin.

Qi Lin gasped heavily, looking at Ashram in front of him, who looked dazed and dazed, and felt that the anger in his heart had subsided a lot.

Ashram never seemed to have imagined that he would suddenly be punched through the chest by a seriously injured Qi Lin, obviously underestimating Qi Lin.

"It's too cheap to kill you with one punch, give you another punch!"

Qi Lin shouted angrily, and was about to pull out his right fist and give Ashram another blow, and the next blow must smash his seemingly gentle and approachable cheeks, which are actually vicious and vicious, and smash his nose bone and that pair of glasses!

"Click!"

Qi Lin's face suddenly changed as he pumped his fist.

Something was wrong, and his pupils shrank suddenly, only to realize that Ashram, who was pierced through the chest in front of him, did not shed a drop of blood at all.

"Click." There was another crisp sound, like the sound of glass shattering.

Ashram, whose face was dull and surprised, smiled at him suddenly.

"Bang la la blah."

The next moment, Ashram in front of him collapsed and turned into a puddle of ice slag!

Qi Lin's heart suddenly jumped out of his chest, and he was shocked, and secretly screamed that it was not good!

I saw that Ashram's shattered body was a fake at all, not a real body, and the shattered ice slag instantly hit people with cold air and rose from Qi Lin's feet.

Qi Lin's legs began to freeze at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the next second, Qi Lin was about to break free from the ice, but suddenly felt a chill in his back, turned around, and glanced at it.

A scimitar spitting cold, a man with glasses, slashed at his head!

If this knife is hit, the consequences will be unimaginable, Qi Lin will die on the spot, and his body will be in a different place!

"Poof!"

Qi Lin, who was already weak and fighting, was shocked to dodge, but still didn't dodge.

's life was saved, but a piece of meat was directly cut off from his shoulder!

The corners of Ashram's mouth were full of bloody and cruel smiles, and Qi Lin watched as the severed flesh flew out of the coffin and was frozen into ice in an instant, and then shattered into ice slag!

"Bang!" Qi Lin fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, stinky boy, play with me?" Ashram laughed.

"Uhh

With a roar, the pain that pierced the heart made Qi Lin roar suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he jumped up suddenly, put away his fists, and pulled out the Crimson Empress.

Ashram's face froze slightly.

"Kill!"

A roar, a unicorn!

With Qi Lin's pain, with Qi Lin's unwillingness, with Qi Lin's anger, with the crimson flames that roared out and flooded the entire frost passage, swept away!