At this time, Zhang Fei was suddenly a little impatient, seeing that if he continued like this, he would be consumed alive by Chen Mo, rather than this, it was better to give it a go. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Just after Chen Mo reappeared in a position where he used braille tricks for extreme matters, Zhang Fei suddenly changed his move and stabbed Chen Mo with a thunderous shot.

Chen Mo didn't have any expression on his face, but he was overjoyed in his heart, it seemed that his plan had succeeded, and he finally forced Zhang Fei to use his long-awaited braille trick.

He knew in his heart that this kind of opportunity was fleeting, and if he didn't grasp it well, it was difficult to say whether there would be such a good thing again.

So he still avoided the blow very dexterously, then stretched out his hands, grabbed the spear in Zhang Fei's hand, and then sank his shoulders downward, trying to snatch it down with the force of this shot.

If according to the moves, Chen Mo's choice is indeed seamless, and the difference in strength between the two is not as big as everyone imagined, it stands to reason that Chen Mo's move with all his strength should be able to take the spear in Zhang Fei's hand.

But after exerting his strength, Chen Mo realized that things were not so simple, the spear seemed to be in Zhang Fei's hand, and no matter how hard he tried his best, there was no sign of getting rid of it.

It can be seen from the fact that Chen Mo can fight Zhang Fei for a hundred rounds with his bare hands, in fact, it is difficult for the martial arts of the two to distinguish in a short period of time, but when it comes to actual combat experience, Zhang Fei is not a little higher than Chen Mo.

Although Chen Mo usually does not do much with people, but the people he encounters are generally nameless rats, not to mention the low martial arts, and he is very spineless, as soon as he saw a master in front of him, he immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, so although Chen Mo fought a lot, he never met an opponent of equal strength.

And Zhang Fei is different, every time he encounters an opponent on the battlefield, regardless of the level of martial arts, both sides are fighting to the death, after experiencing many times of this kind of non-stop fighting, not only for martial arts cultivation is a kind of sharpening, but also exercise the ability to figure out the other party's thoughts when fighting.

This kind of thing is not something that can be practiced on weekdays by practicing martial arts against a wooden stake, it can only be realized after many times that life hangs by a thread, but people are different in this regard, although they are all picking up a life on the battlefield, but in the end, how much they can comprehend is completely up to themselves.

There are often many well-known generals who die on the battlefield inexplicably, the reason is that although their moves are sharp, they are inferior to their opponents in this regard, so that they are beheaded by opponents whose martial arts are inferior to their own.

Only then did Chen Mo realize that Zhang Fei's physical exhaustion just now was just pretending. And his hand seemed to be a braille trick he used to induce Zhang Fei, but it was actually Zhang Fei's trick to lure himself into being fooled.

But by the time Chen Mo understood, it was already too late, and Zhang Fei had already rushed forward with the momentum of the spear and came to Chen Mo.

Zhang Fei had a weapon in his hand, but Chen Mo didn't, it stands to reason that Chen Mo should have been close to Zhang Fei, but now the situation is diametrically opposite, but Zhang Fei took the initiative to get close to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo, who couldn't guess what Zhang Fei's intentions were, could only hold the spear in his hand and prevent Zhang Fei from turning the head of the gun towards him.

But Zhang Fei didn't seem to have the intention of using a gun anymore, but suddenly his body sank slightly.

Chen Mo suddenly felt bad when he saw it, but before he had time to dodge, Zhang Fei hit Chen Mo with one shoulder.

Zhang Fei was so strong, his rock-solid shoulder was like a hammer, smashing heavily on Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo only felt that there was a gold star in front of him, and he no longer had the strength to grab the spear, and as soon as his hands were loosened, the whole person flew straight back.

Zhang Fei didn't give Chen Mo a chance to breathe, strode in the direction of Chen Mo, and then raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it out, using that braille again.

But this time, Chen Mo had no chance to snatch the spear from Zhang Fei's hand, so he could only let his body fly in mid-air, and could only wait until he hit something and stopped, and then Zhang Fei pierced his body with a shot.

Hey, I still couldn't stop Zhang Fei.

Chen Mo, who was flying in mid-air, suddenly felt that time had become so slow, and he could even give himself time to think about some things.

It was obvious that Zhang Fei was invincible just now, but he made the first move, doesn't it mean that he can't support it anymore?

If he hadn't been so anxious just now, and he had been fighting with Zhang Fei for a while, I was afraid that Zhang Fei would really be physically exhausted.

And he was too entangled in the other party's braill tricks, if he could restrain his intentions a little more, he would not be detected by Zhang Fei so easily.

But now it's too late to understand this, he is already a dying person, and after a while, his body will be pierced by the other party's shot, and from now on, there will be no more Chen Mo in this world.

This is Chen Mo's epiphany when he is facing death, just like Zhang Fei's epiphany when he played against Lu Bu back then, the idea that will only germinate after fighting a master.

But at this point, it seems that the epiphany is useless, because his body no longer listens to the call.

"Xiao Chen Mo, if you beat it, you will fight, if you can't beat it, you will run, you will not be ashamed, if you lose your life, you will be ashamed."

The words that Tai Meng had said to himself that day sounded in his head again, and he suddenly felt a little sad.

Chen Mo is not afraid of death, but if he dies, he will never see them again, and he is always a little reluctant.

"Sister Da Mengzi, I'm sorry, I'm going to die, see you in the next life."

After Chen Mo shouted out this sentence heartbreakingly, he closed his eyes calmly.

Zhang Fei didn't mean to stop at all, his strength did not decrease but increased, and the spear in his hand also approached Chen Mo in front of him, just waiting for Chen Mo to hit the wall behind him, and then pierced it with a shot.

But after a while, Zhang Fei only felt a strong wind coming from his side, and he turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Only one person held a giant hammer in each hand, and he smashed it at himself without saying anything.

Look at the size of the giant hammer, to say the least, there must be a hundred and eighty pounds, if these two hammers are smashed at the same time, I am afraid that I will have a split brain at that time.

Zhang Fei knew that he couldn't dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and raise the spear in his hand above his head, ready to take the opponent's double hammer.

Hearing a "click", the spear in Zhang Fei's hand snapped.

Zhang Fei was shocked, but just now he still unloaded a lot of the opponent's double hammer, taking advantage of this opportunity, he hurriedly jumped backwards and held the two cutting spears in his hands horizontally.

The man didn't pay attention to Zhang Fei, but walked directly to Chen Mo, who was already sitting under a wall, and said softly: "Little Chen Mo, you can't die, aren't there still us?" ”

After landing on the ground, Zhang Fei, who took a few steps back to gain a firm foothold, held two cutting guns, and stared fiercely at the strange man in front of him who had forced himself so embarrassed with a single hammer.