But the cheers soon came to an abrupt end. Pacquiao frowned and still did not relax. As a veteran, he did not hear the sound of a knife entering his body, something was wrong.

"Get up, stop pretending." Pacquiao said lightly, of course with a little temptation.

But Mo Feng, who was lying on the corpse, suddenly started to bounce, holding a dagger in his mouth, took it off, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Adjust the tension, now I have a weapon."

Pacquiao's expression was even more serious, and his opponent was relaxed, but he did not dare to relax at all. The response had reached the extreme, which showed that the other party's control over his body was very terrifying. He bit his knife with his teeth, which was really not something that could be done by courage.

The Moon Man was in an uproar. Can't he kill him?

"Why didn't this guy talk so much nonsense when he usually said!" Sun Xiaoru said. At this time, he was still in a joking mood. How relaxed he had to be. But the attack just now did make her nervous and sweat. "I don't know how he used the dagger."

"It should be no problem!" Zhou Zichen had seen Mo Feng play with a fruit knife. Although it was different, he could also see the leopard. The only difference was that this time his opponent was not Apple, but Pacquiao.

"You also have to see if you can use it, whether it is good or not!" Pacquiao said, and the dagger in his hand tightened, and there was not much difference between one or two.

Mo Feng smiled. It was a bit troublesome to deal with this guy without weapons. This was not the kind of opponent that could be subdued. Those who have been on the battlefield were the same. Once they experienced life and death, there was only death and no failure.

Mo Feng tightly held the dagger. He missed the thread and the touch. In fact, people on earth are also willing to use the equipment of confinement nanny. Why? It’s easy to use and solid, and it won’t break easily when cut.

This feeling began to stimulate Mo Feng's blood. At that moment, Pacquiao opposite him had an illusion. The guy in front of him seemed to have changed his body... To be precise, it was not a human, but a monster walking out of darkness and blood.

In this moment of trance, Mo Feng took action, turning his left hand into a palm and fighting with the dagger in his right hand.

With this move, the audience was in an uproar. Isn’t this... a seven-step kill?

Is this guy trying to show off his skills???

How big a face is this, how arrogant, dare to show off like this?

All the fans of Wuzong at the scene were crazy. I didn’t know how familiar Pacquiao was with these seven steps. Of course, I knew the pros and cons of this move, and immediately retreated and controlled the distance. The difference was that he had greater room for judgment and mastered more exquisitely.

Mo Feng's attack was really the same, quite fierce, causing Pacquiao to retreat step by step. Once he got the combo of seven-step kill, he had to avoid it. If he wanted to counterattack, he had to wait for seven-step kill to be used up.

Mo Feng was not only like, but also coherent and momentum were exactly the same. Pacquiao gritted his teeth and counterattacked him. At the last step, Mo Feng insisted on getting out...

In fact, there is no need at all. The trick is dead. The seven-step killing mainly creates the best distance and a sense of oppression. You can roll or ignore it. Pacquiao was the best choice just now, and Mo Feng's roll... is a bit of a parrot.

Pacquiao had enough room to dodge, and he was speechless. Of course, he also had to guard against flying knives, so he wouldn't... he would really throw them away, right?

He wouldn't be so stupid, right? Everyone in the Earth Player Zone actually has some hope for Mo Feng, but this guy's mind is a little out of normal line.

...It really threw it away!

Mo Feng rolled up and had a brainless blow to the flying knife. The flying knife was very cold, but it was impossible for a master like Pacquiao to escape.

Of course, although it was an imitation, the power of Mo Feng's flying knife was not bad at all. If he was shot, the game would be over. After thinking, the flying knife was on the left, and Pacquiao suddenly flashed like a right flash.

bass……

The flying knife is empty...

puff……

Blood flowed down Pacquiao's mouth. The senior brother of Wuzong, the Dinghai Shen Needle of Galaxy Academy, stared blankly at his chest, and a sharp tree branch with a diagonal incision pierced the transparent.

Time seems to be still, the whole world is quiet, parrot?

Do you really understand?

There was a faint smile on the corner of Mo Feng's mouth. This opponent was quite interesting. He had seen blood and had a little murderous aura, but...what is that?

He experienced more than the other party had seen.

After a brief shock, the audience whispered and the referee gave a judgment, but the problem was that everyone was not blind, and everyone knew the result. The problem was, why is this happening?

Mo Feng patted his butt and flashed. The big screen behind him gave a slow-motion replay of the last scene. From the perspective of God, everyone finally realized that Mo Feng's seven-step killing was definitely powerful, otherwise Pacquiao would have fought back long ago. Because of the lack of chance, he had to avoid it. Why did he get out? At this time, everyone saw it clearly because of the position issue.

This was to force Pacquiao to the vicinity of the "hidden weapon", and the calm Pacquiao did follow the script, because he wanted to get a better phone call and prevent flying knives.

When the flying knife took action, Pacquiao completely trusted his judgment. The opponent's flying knife seemed to be not very accurate, slightly biased, and the dodging reaction was completely instinct.

Compared to the murderous flying knife, the sharp tree branch like a dead object has no sense of existence at all. How many people can react under this confrontation?

Even the audience didn't focus.

How terrifying is the impact of the full force flash? Just look at the blood-dripping tree branch.

Pretend to show off?

Right, who doesn’t agree!

The moon contestant area is silent, and the people here are at a higher level, which only shows one thing. This person is stronger, so he has such a big view, and Pacquiao did not put him enough pressure.

When Mo Feng returned to the Earth Player Lounge, he saw a figure rushing towards him, pressing Mo Feng's shoulder and rubbing Mo Feng's head desperately.

"When did you become so powerful? Tell me, have you obtained some martial arts secrets?"

The one who dares to do this must be Sun Xiaoru.

The class leader has always been like this. Mo Feng and Zhang Wulei have been relying on her since college. After graduation, they have been relying on her even more seriously. They borrow money, rely on relationships to find a job, and don’t pay for treating guests. Anyway, they have done everything, but Sun Xiaoru never said anything, and just kept helping them silently.

A man's head cannot be touched, but Sun Xiaoru can.

But...Second leader, can you stop rubbing your breasts?... It's still a bit heavy.

Everyone was also dumbfounded. Any expert would not have a good temper, but Mo Feng was ravaged and did not dare to resist. Suddenly, Sun Xiaoru's figure became taller and became a little more kind to Mo Feng.

Aloofness leads to distance, and easy-going leads to closeness.

Everyone applauded, and this game was beautiful and exciting. Even at the same time, they would give a thumbs up!

Zhang Wulei and Zhou Zichen also rushed over, but they dared not be like Sun Xiaoru. Mo Feng's head had been turned into a chicken coop, but Sun Xiaoru didn't care.

Zhou Zichen's big eyes were filled with admiration and appreciation. Is this the big boy who once confessed to him? Or is it only such a stage that can shine the brilliance of his own man?

"Senior, congratulations!" Zhou Zichen stretched out her hand, and her mood was indeed thrilling.

Looking at Zhou Zichen's smile and kindness from the bottom of his heart, Mo Feng couldn't help but get impulsive and gave Zhou Zichen a hug, "Congratulations should be more powerful."

Zhou Zichen is his goddess in his past and present lives. The difference is that he is not the person in the goddess's shadow at this moment.

This... the hug was a bit too long, and the fat man next to him gave a thumbs up. It seems that Brother Feng's skill in eating tofu is also quite good.
Chapter completed!