Sandra raised the corners of her mouth, the smug look on his face that had taken control of someone else's fate on his face.

Lin Yingbin tensed his nerves and looked at the guy in front of him who was exactly the same as himself, such a high degree of similarity was like being engraved from a mold, and even he couldn't tell the difference. He gritted his teeth and turned his face away to glare at Sandra and asked, "Why? I want to listen to you!"

"Oh, hehehe, he can't wait!"

Sandra's timbre is a little feminine, and the kind of voice that looks like a female voice is deliberately contrived makes people uncomfortable listening to it.

"Got it!"

Lin Yingbin seemed to be a little relieved, he waved his hand and glanced at Sandra and said, "I finally understand, so that's the case!" Immediately, he stared at Sandra as if he had seen through something.

Sandra was confused by his words, but he was more concerned about how strong the copy he had made was than the original.

"I finally know why I just saw the hairy feeling in your heart. Lin Yingbin choked up and blurted out: "It turns out that you are a ladyboy......"

Lin Yingbin held back for a long time and said something like this, but he didn't care about such a contemptuous name Sandra, but Lin Yingbin was really heart-wrenched to think about these things at such a critical juncture.

But then again, this guy named Sandra Ringo does have a bit of a feminine look, and so does the way he stands and talks, but that kind of figure against that face, wearing women's clothes, must be a bit of a beauty. In the face of Lin Yingbin's contempt, he didn't care, just sat on the side and looked at Lin Yingbin in front of him.

Lin Yingbin looked at his smiling expression and felt even more awkward, obviously he said such an excessive thing, but the other party didn't put himself in his eyes. Especially just now, isn't he qualified to fight him now? What is the mockery just now? Is the gap between himself and the Ten Killers really that big?

Thinking of this, Lin Yingbin became more and more unhappy. It's just that he was venting all his emotions on the guy when the attack was launched. Lin Yingbin was kicked away, and it was the mirror image that stood in front of him and was exactly the same as him.

Is that mirror image really real?

Lin Yingbin's chest hurt terribly, and he understood that this kick was not something he could achieve with a casual kick. This mirrored self is really much stronger than himself.

"It's obviously just a shadow, what are you doing?" Lin Yingbin rubbed his chest and stood up.

"Is that really the case?"

The mirrored Lin Yingbin rushed in front of him, his voice was exactly the same as the real Lin Yingbin, and he couldn't tell which was the main body just by his appearance. The mirrored Lin Yingbin's right hand made a hook claw and struck at his head, Lin Yingbin said that it was not good, and quickly squatted and dodged. Looking at it again, it was clear that there was no air flow in his hand, but his intuition told him that it was not good to be caught in the head.

"Not only is he simply five times stronger than you, but he is five times stronger than you in terms of attack, speed, defense, and reaction, and his strength at this moment is far superior to you. What are you going to do?

Sandra looked at this side with interest, and smiled secretly. Not far away, the man known as Emperor Tiger was also sitting on the ground, and it seemed that he did not intend to intervene in the battle for the time being.

"Bluff~" Lin Yingbin bent down and stepped back, intending to keep a distance from the mirrored Lin Yingbin. However, the moment he retreated, the mirror image seemed to see through his actions, and he didn't intend to retract his body at all, and the dangerous hand struck his head.

Lin Yingbin hurriedly threw himself to the ground, supported himself with the help of his back, and then used his kick to counteract his attack on the wrist of the mirror image. And as the mirror image fell to the side, the hand dug open the ground like a shovel. You must know that that hand was not entangled in the air current, Lin Yingbin was a little afraid, but fortunately avoided it.

However, he was not ready to be pressed and beaten, and the air flow in his hand quickly fluttered to form a cross in the palm of his hand.

"Burst --- cross!"

Seeing a shining white cross flying towards him, Lin Yingbin's back spine was shocked into a cold sweat. Then he quickly pressed the cross in his hand, which had not yet been assembled. The two crosses collided together, and instantly exploded in Lin Yingbin's hand, and the airflow explosion generated by the collision of the two crosses instantly stirred up the dust on the ground.

After the dust, Lin Yingbin's trembling right arm could be faintly seen. It didn't look like it was unscathed, and it was probably wounded to the inside of the flesh. He gritted his teeth and endured it, the pain irritating the nerves in his arm, and beads of sweat were already the size of beans on his forehead. Sweat stained his face with the dust raised.

He gritted his teeth and stared at his trembling hands, looking through the bloody fingers at the fellow, the guy who looked exactly like himself.

"Why? Why can you throw this trick and I won't? And the savings are so much faster than mine. ”

But the mirrored Lin Yingbin didn't give him any chance at all, he ran towards Lin Yingbin, the speed was very fast, even Lin Yingbin, who had undergone special training, had never reached such a speed.

"It's not over yet!"

With these words, the fist that was about to burst all the explosions smashed into Lin Yingbin's abdomen. After this punch, it was clear that Lin Yingbin's body made unconventional deformations. He was then sent several meters away, and the moment he stopped, his legs trembling as he could barely support his body.

His body was already a heavy burden on his legs, and his legs finally collapsed, and he fell to his knees. Suddenly, Lin Yingbin felt a sweet throat and realized that there was blood in his mouth. Then he vomited, spurting bodily fluids from his throat and a mouthful of blood.