As he spoke, he clenched his fists and slammed into Mo Feifei.

Vietnamese men have always given the impression of being short, dark, and malnourished.

But the person in front of him suddenly changed his mind.

This person is two meters tall, more than a head taller than Mo Feifei, who is about one meter seven, and weighs it on the scale, which is definitely more than two hundred and sixty pounds, and his body is much stronger than the latter.

There the man stood out, like a Russian Hercules. Compared with him, Mo Feifei is as inconspicuous as a little chicken.

According to past experience, the stronger the opponent, the less fearsome it is.

Because of weight and height, it can limit a person's ability to be flexible. To put it mildly, don't look at people who look five big and three thick, in front of a real master, he is actually a mallet.

However, as soon as Mo Feifei fought him, this experience was once again subverted.

This person's flexibility and speed are simply what a thin man of a hundred pounds can have.

This person's strength and explosiveness can only be possessed by a tall man of three hundred pounds.

At the beginning, Mo Feifei was really forced to be very passive by the opponent's fierce attack, and if he was not careful, he was punched, and the whole person was knocked out. Fortunately, the other party made a hasty move, and it was not ten percent of the strength.

But even so, it also made Mo Feifei very jealous of this person.

He steadied his hands and feet and began to fight steadily with the other party.

What Mo Fei thought about was to try to defend first and weaken the opponent's strength and sharpness first. As long as the other party starts to be impatient, he has a chance.

Sure enough, he didn't take advantage of it for a long time, which made the tall man very anxious.

Because of the continuous attack, the physical exertion is great. After about a minute, the speed and strength of the tall man was noticeably slower than at the beginning.

At this time, Mo Feifei seized the opportunity and began to counterattack with all his might.

Soon, he threw seven or eight punches in the abdomen of the tall man. It stands to reason that tall people have rough skin and thick flesh, and it is not a problem to take a few punches.

But Mo Feifei is this guy, cunning and cunning. These seven or eight punches, all hit in one position, even if it is a piece of iron, it has to be dented. No, after a circle, he beat the other party on the spot and spit blood.

"I said it would be embarrassing if you couldn't do what you said." Mo Feifei sneered and said.

"M's, the winner hasn't been scored yet, let's pick it up again." The tall man spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he had time to wipe it, he pulled out a large wide knife fifty or sixty centimeters long from the back of his waist, roared, and rushed straight towards Mo Feifan.

He ran, bent forward, and the ground sounded like a bear.

When Mo Feifei approached, he raised his wide opening and aimed at Mo Feifei's head, and he made a knife to establish Huashan.

The blade broke through the wind, rubbed against the air, and even made a hissing scream, which shows its great strength.

Mo Feifei didn't dare to touch its edge, and hurriedly pulled out to dodge, he just jumped away, only to hear a click, the tall wide knife slashed on the ground where he was standing just now, and suddenly, sparks splashed everywhere, and the ground was cut by him with a trace.

Seeing that the tall man roared angrily, he waved his knife and swept towards Mo Feifei's waist.

The other party was menacing, Mo Feifei didn't dare to be careless, and kicked the ground with both feet, and the person shot backwards.

"Whoosh-" The tip of the broad knife swept across the clothes almost grazing his lower abdomen.

Mo's extraordinary dexterity made the tall man unable to use his strength, which made him even more angry, and he yelled and rushed towards Mo Feifei again.

Mo Feifei sneered, no longer avoided, greeted the tall man, and flew over.

When the distance between the two was not two meters, the tall man stared widely, and the back of the slanted shoulder strap was another knife.

Mo Feifei didn't dodge early this time, and the direction of the forward pounce remained the same, waiting for the equal width knife to get close to him.

Shaped like a loach, he slid abruptly to the side, avoiding the blade, and rushed under the tall man's arm, with an extra dagger in his hand, which he had captured earlier, stabbing from the bottom up.

Flutter! This knife stabbed into the tall man's lower abdomen fiercely, and most of the blade was not in it.

If it were someone else, this knife could be fatal, but the tall man just screamed in pain and slapped Mo Feifei on the shoulder, opening him up.

Mo Feifei was shocked, fell backwards, and finally stabilized his body, only to feel that his left shoulder was numb and painful, and his entire arm was about to lose consciousness.

The tall man covered his lower abdomen with his hand, and suddenly, with a strange scream, raised his knife and slashed at Mo Feifei again.

No one thought that he would be able to go under the knife after being so seriously injured.

Including Mo Feifei, at such a close distance, he had nowhere to dodge, gritted his teeth, held the dagger with both hands, and parried with his horizontal knife.

In fact, his dagger was not flat and horizontal, but the tip of the knife was downward, and the handle of the knife was raised.

I only heard a piercing golden sound, the two knives collided, and the sparks appeared, although Mo Feifei was parried with an oblique knife, but he was still shocked and retreated, and his whole arm was so numb that he couldn't lift it, and even the tiger's mouth was shaken open.

Blood flowed down his tiger's mouth to the handle of the knife, and from the handle of the knife dripped onto the blade, and his face was ugly and frighteningly pale.

"Hmph, aren't you awesome, I see how you die." The tall man took a breath and rested, then picked up the big knife again and slashed at Mo Feifei.

This powerful sinking fell, sick and ruthless, and the sound of breaking wind pierced the eardrums.

Just when the tall man confidently and slowly thought that he could cut the opponent in two with one sword, Mo Feifei's feet suddenly slipped.

With incredible speed and even more incredible movements, magically flashed from under the blade.

All the way through the tall man's left liquid.

Subsequently. A backhand stab.

Fluttering, only to see a flash of cold light. The blade stabbed firmly under the tall man's armpit, and the edge pierced through the gap between his two heel ribs, and pierced the tall man's heart.

Mo Feifei drew his knife, and the tall man fell to the ground, his eyes still wide, as if he was full of unwillingness.

So fast, so ruthless!

Not only was the tall man stupid, but even the brothers Ruan Zhihui and Ruan Zhiyong, who were watching the play on the second floor, were dumbfounded.

Xin said, this idea is too hot, and he can actually kill his own three King Kongs in such a short time.

This person is simply not a human being, he is a demon, he is a devil, he is not a human being anyway.

This knife not only relies on speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, but more importantly, it requires the accumulation of a lot of practical experience.

If you don't have those actual combat experiences in the army, I'm afraid that no matter how talented Mo Fei is, he won't be able to do this.

"Kill, kill him! If anyone kills him, I'll give him three million dollars. "(Vietnamese) black boss Ruan Zhihui woke up like a dream, shouted hysterically, quickly picked up AK47, and shot in the direction of Mo Feifei downstairs.

(End of chapter)