After listening to Mo Feifei's words, the brother named Xiao Wu was finally relieved and nodded with a smile.

Then, Mo Feifei stepped forward and said to Wei Zhihui in front of him with a smile: "Boss Wei, we lost this game, it's time for us to do it." (Vietnam)

"Come on, boss, kill him and avenge our brother. "Yes, let them see the true strength of the boss." "The more the boss fights, the more courageous he becomes, and the boss is invincible in the world." ”“....”

Those little brothers around Ruan Zhihui couldn't help but cheer him on.

Originally, it was a happy thing to win the second game, but Ruan Zhihui was not happy at all. Because this means that the next step is to go to the battlefield yourself, I haven't done it myself for so many years, and I don't know if I can pick up the majesty of the past.

He didn't really want to fight Mo Feifei, but now he can't fight anymore, and the brothers are all watching. It would be a shame to admit defeat like this.

Now that he has made up his mind, he is also calm. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he said in a high voice: "Give me a knife." (Vietnam)

A junior brother next to him brought a large German Kaishan knife to Ruan Zhihui's hand.

Ruan Zhihui weighed the weight, felt that it was quite a good hand, then squinted his eyes, and said loudly: "Okay, brothers look at me." (Vietnam)

As soon as the words fell, the applause was thunderous, and the cheers were endless.

Seeing that the other party was cheering for his boss, the fat man also began to shout excitedly: "Brother Fan, come on, Brother Fan." The louder he shouted, the louder he went, as if whoever had the loudest voice would win.

Mo Feifei put away the pistol and pulled out a dagger from his waist. Compared to the enemy's large mountain sword, Mo Feifei's weapon is inconspicuous.

The fat man took a look and handed over a machete in his hand: "Brother Fan, use this, it's an inch long and an inch strong, we can't suffer in weapons." ”

However, Mo Feifei did not answer, but took his words with a smile: "Fatty, you only said half of what you said. In fact, one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. Long and strong, sharp and sharp. Short and treacherous, hidden murder. In the fight of winning or losing, the weapon is only an auxiliary, and the person who uses the weapon is the main body. ”

The fat man didn't seem to understand, but seeing that he was so decisive, he couldn't say anything more. Nodding slightly, he stepped aside.

Because they were speaking Mandarin, Nguyen didn't understand what they were saying.

However, when Ruan Zhihui saw the knife in Mo Feifei's hand, the smile on his face deepened, he was really arrogant and looking for death. He strode and shouted, "I'm going to do it." (Vietnam)

Then, a pair of legs were upside down like rabbits, and they slashed towards Mo Fei at a rapid speed.

Mo Feifei smiled, his eyes brightened, and two deep dimples jumped on his face again. I saw him pull out of his posture and shout to the comer: "Come on." (Vietnam)

"Drink!" Ruan Zhihui shouted, his footsteps like the wind, and he rushed straight towards Mo Feifei. The mountain knife in his hand is picked out diagonally from the bottom up.

Mo Feifei waved his knife and blocked the edge of the opponent's mountain opening knife with a dagger, and said with a smile: "Your strength is too small." (Vietnam)

Ruan Zhihui was furious when he heard this, and used all his strength, and the mountain opening knife flipped like flying, and attacked three or four knives in an instant.

However, Mo Feifei calmly bounced away his attacks one by one with only one hand, and sneered in his mouth: "The strength is still too small, is it not that you haven't eaten enough, make a little harder?" I feel like I'm playing cotton." ”

Nguyen Chi Huy was a well-known big brother in Ho Chi Minh City and Hai Phong City, and he was bold and black-handed, and there was nothing he dared not do in the vicinity of Ho Chi Minh City and Hai Phong City, and everyone on the road trembled when they heard his name.

He has always humiliated others, when has he been so humiliated, he is so angry that his eyes are general, he holds the handle of the mountain opener with both hands, and bombards it hard.

Mo Feifei walked freely, met the attack with the inconspicuous dagger in his hand, and nodded: "Well, yes, yes, the strength is there, but the speed is too slow." (Vietnam)

Ruan Zhihui was so angry that his mouth turned black, and when he saw Mo Feifei's head, the opening knife in his hand slashed down like a mountain.

This knife is menacing, not only is the force amazing, but the speed is also as fast as lightning.

"Don't you think I'm weak and slow, this time, I want your life!" (Yue) Ruan Zhihui gritted his back molars and said secretly fiercely in his heart.

Mo Feifei also felt that the other party was gradually moving. In this move, Mo Feifei did not make a hard connection, but turned his body around, easily avoided it, went around behind the opponent, and kicked his foot, just on his lower back.

Ruan Zhihui fell out two or three meters sideways, rushed down his face, and fell heavily to the ground. Because there were many stones on the ground, one of them happened to hit his front teeth, and all four of his upper and lower front teeth were knocked off on the spot.

"Boss, boss!" "Brother, you're not. Seeing this, Ruan Zhihui's subordinates and his younger brother Ruan Zhiyong stepped forward and surrounded him, and said with urgent concern. Several people also took the initiative to squat down and try to help him up.

Ruan Zhihui lay on the ground for a while before slowly getting up. At this time, seeing that some of his subordinates were coming to help him, he waved the guys in his hand and signaled them not to come. Holding his back with his hand, he spat on the ground next to him.

Bang Dang!

The white spit had turned into a red spit, and there were four front teeth sandwiched in it.

Seeing the front teeth, Ruan Zhihui's anger was completely inspired by heaven. He let out a loud shout, and the sword swung continuously, separating Mo's extraordinary neck and chest.

With a series of crisp sounds of "Ding Ding Ding" and "Dang Dong Dong", Mo Feifei took three steps back, two small openings were opened on his shoulders, and blood slowly flowed down.

On the other hand, Ruan Zhihui, the bridge of his nose was swept by Mo's extraordinary blade, and a small cut was made horizontally, and blood dripped down the tip of his nose.

"Hehe, that's interesting, I'll just say that my vision won't be wrong, and I'm really a master. "Mo is extraordinary and quiet.

As soon as he said this, the fat man and the brothers of Blaze were shocked.

This Fan Ge can understand the delay of time, but if he puts himself in danger, it is too worthwhile. In my opinion, come up and control this kid, and then force the others to surrender, without even waiting for JC to come.

Brother Fan is such a smart person, why don't he understand this truth? He still has to wait for the other party's activities to open up and his potential explodes before fighting, isn't this giving the other party a chance to take advantage of?

Not to mention that the fat man and the others didn't understand, even Ruan Zhihui's subordinates couldn't see his intentions.

In fact, Mo Feifei delays the timing on the one hand, and the more important reason is that he himself likes excitement and adventure.

It's a despicable waste to finally meet a master, not having fun, and venting the excess energy in your body. In addition, by playing with the masters, you can also train and strengthen your skills.

This may be difficult for ordinary people to understand. However, people like him really have a different thinking from ordinary people.

(End of chapter)