The air blow has been delivered, and it is too late for Matsumoto Kameda to change his moves, and besides, he can only attack once according to the agreement, but he can't let go of this opportunity. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ding!" Matsumoto Kameda tightened his wrist and popped out of his sleeve with a rib cha (a short knife carried by Japanese samurai), the sharp edge of which was aimed at Zeng Yifan's chest. Judging from the speed at which Matsumoto Kameda rushes downward, this rib difference can completely disembowel Zeng Yifan.

But this was already expected by Zeng Yifan, and his feet had already moved half an inch like a shadow, and he would be able to dodge this knife.

"Maybe it will take a few more times to tell the difference." The thought came to Matsumoto's Kameda and Zeng Yifan's minds at the same time.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened to the two.

At the moment when the ribs just brushed Zeng Yifan's chest, Matsumoto Kameda suddenly caught a glimpse of two delicate silver needles shooting into Zeng Yifan's shoulders, and a blue light faintly flashed on them.

Zeng Yifan's body was shocked, and his body fell forward slightly, and with this leaning, his chest and abdomen were suddenly exposed to the attack of Matsumoto Kameda Ribs.

Seeing that the ribs were about to disembowel Zeng Yifan, Matsumoto Kameda suddenly made a strange move - a punch with his left hand on his right arm. With a soft sound of bones, Matsumoto Kameda's right arm was folded and twisted out strangely. In this way, the rib difference could not hurt Zeng Yifan at all.

But Matsumoto Kameda's movements in mid-air were completely out of shape, his body twisted sideways and fell to the ground, his head tilted to Zeng Yifan's right side.

However, Zeng Yifan, who had escaped the rib gap, suddenly burst out with the power of recklessness, and smashed his fist directly into Matsumoto Kameda's head.

"Is it really that luxurious to have a fair game?" Matsumoto Kameda smiled bitterly, and the fist in his eyes gradually expanded.

Inside the tall building, many of the sleeping residents were awakened by a beast-like roar.

Some people say that the night breeze that night was mixed with a faint fishy smell.

It is also said that the moon was red that night.

......

There are many kinds of busyness, some busyness can make people feel fulfilled, some busyness can make people feel lost, and some busyness can make people feel bored.

Ding Zhengtao is not averse to busyness, but the premise is that the result of busyness must bring him some kind of benefit, if it is not so, he will never let himself fall into busyness.

But now the busyness he is facing not only does not bring benefits, but on the contrary, it also brings him a lot of trouble, and he can't get rid of it at all.

In the conference room of the organizing committee of the conference, more than a dozen supervisors were busy all the time, computers, telephones, mobile phones, ...... All the communication devices that can convey information come in handy. Of course, they weren't the only ones busy, and more supervisors were busy all over the city at the moment.

"Cai asked, it must be Cai asked!" Ding Zhengtao gritted his teeth and hated.

An hour ago, Ding Zhengtao was still leisurely looking at the information screen sent back by the executive supervisor, which was a wonderful scene of the duel between Matsumoto Kameda and Zeng Yifan on the roof of a high-rise building.

He didn't care how the two of them shot and how they responded, in fact, the result of this competition had already been arranged. Zeng Yifan must lose, because only in this way can Ding Zhengtao explain to those foreign dealers.

Only in this way can Ding Zhengtao explain to himself.

Even, he didn't need to deal with the tricky and rebellious Yibol at all, because the game time was about to end, and he was still sleeping in the room.

Ding Zhengtao smirked when he saw Matsumoto Kameda's ribs approaching Zeng Yifan's arm, he knew that this was a crucial opportunity, and Yuan Gangyunsan, who was ambushed nearby, must have also noticed this opportunity.

If you talk about feng shui formations and divination, Yuan Gang is no longer the opponent of Zeng Yifan, who has obtained the true transmission of the Great Dao Divination. But when it comes to killing, Zeng Yifan is far behind.

What's more, Zeng Yifan is still facing a strong opponent like Matsumoto Kameda, and the timing is so primary.

Zeng Yifan is dead!

Ding Zhengtao took his mobile phone, ready to inform those who were looking forward to the news as much as he did.

But what he never expected was that Matsumoto Kameda actually gave up this excellent opportunity and did not hesitate to break his right hand to avoid Zeng Yifan, who was completely defenseless.

"Stupid! Stupidity! Ding Zhengtao slapped the table angrily, and the mobile phone was smashed and flew out, "This is the spirit of bushido raised by a son of a bitch!" ”

Blood splattered on the screen, and Zeng Yifan's fist smashed on Matsumoto Kameda's head, who was killed on the spot, but Zeng Yifan did not stop, and continued to wave his fist like crazy. The corpse was sent flying, Zeng Yifan had no target, he roared, staring around with his gradually reddening eyes.

At this time, the picture shook, obviously the supervisor in charge of monitoring was preparing to evacuate, in the face of the crazy master of divination, who would dare to stay by his side for a moment longer?

But he was still a step slower, because Ding Zhengtao had already seen Zeng Yifan's expression on the screen, a fanatical expression of discovering prey.

After a chaotic shudder, the image vanished, and Ding Zhengtao fixed the screen on the last shot—an indescribably thick red.

Matsumoto Kameda died, and Ibor became the winner. Ding Zhengtao scratched his scalp anxiously, what should I do? If those backstage bosses are held accountable, if the Japanese are guilty of the crime, if ......

Ding bell, with Ding Zhengtao's anxious movements, there was a sound of metal and jade hitting in the pocket of his suit, he was stunned, and subconsciously touched his pocket, it was the key.

Although Ding Zhengtao never knew what treasure this jade key was used to open the treasure, he knew that in the divination competition, it was like the emperor's jade seal, representing the highest power.

Holding the key, Ding Zhengtao's face calmed down, but his eyes kept rolling.

"Power, how can I forget such a good thing?" A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the following ten minutes, Ding Zhengtao made three phone calls, three calls that were enough for him to turn the current situation around, and he even admired himself a little that he could come up with such a perfect solution in such a situation.

The first call was to Xiao Jia, asking him to inform him that Zeng Yifan seriously violated the rules in the semi-final competition and maliciously killed the Japanese representative, so he was judged out of the game, and asked all the supervisors to make every effort to round up. Ebol did not take any action during the match and was not eligible to win.

The second call was made to the Japanese onitsuka faction, in which Ding Zhengtao painfully stated how Zeng Yifan had vilely designed the frame-up, and how Matsumoto Kameda had been murdered. He apologized on behalf of the divination competition, and repeatedly reiterated that he would use all his strength to arrest the murderer Zeng Yifan and send it to the headquarters of the Onizuka faction.

The third call was made to the top agent of the outside gambling game, who, in his capacity as the director of the global divination competition, announced that Zeng Yifan and Matsumoto Kameda were out of the game, and the gambling game should be operated according to the established odds.