The villa was silent and terrifying. The three of them walked together to the villa. Suddenly, a huge figure smashed the glass on the second floor. With a "bang", it fell heavily in front of the three of them. It was the fat man Liu Zhicheng.

"Why do you work like this? You will die when you walk out well, right?" Mo Fan complained habitually.

Suddenly, a strong wind broke through the air behind him. Mo Fan, who was already prepared, was as if his eyes had grown behind him. His body shook and easily avoided the strong wind.

Looking at Meng Yu holding a light short sword but fell into nothing, Mo Fan was not angry and smiled faintly: "Little Dirty, didn't you say it's my fan? You're just your idol?"

Before he finished speaking, the fat man Liu Zhicheng rushed forward with great momentum. Mo Fan still moved lightly and avoided it. Just as he was about to say something, an attack that had been accumulating for a long time came from behind with a thunderous force!

It turned out that Brother Yunxiao, who had no sense of existence, had appeared behind him at some point, holding a huge machete with a layer of golden light attached to it, and slashed at Mo Fan in a fierce manner.

A hint of pride flashed in his eyes. This sword was combined with his full-strength attack from his talented skills. Even if Mo Fan was really strong, it would never be impossible for him to be unscathed in this sword!

Mo Fan's brow moved, and only saw a golden light coming towards him from the corner of his eyes. He was not panicked in his heart. It was obvious that he had already been prepared for three points.

Just as he was right, his body turned and he used the Bone-killing Purple Gold Knife in his hand to hold the powerful attack.

"Clang!"

The huge force from the other party's machete shocked Mo Fan's arms slightly numb, but this did not affect his joking, "Sorry, I guessed you were a ghost!"

"How did you guess it?" Brother Yunxiao's sword was blocked with all his strength. Although he was surprised, he was still within the scope of acceptance.

But his identity was guessed, which he could not understand. You know, he is a student in the art school, and acting is his strengths. He believes that there is no mistake in his performance, so how could the other party be prepared for it?

"Are you careful?" Mo Fan curled his lips, "The other three players in the villa are dead, you are the only one who escapes."

He pointed to Liu Zhicheng, who was slightly slow, and continued, "Do you think the strength shown by this fat man can do it?"

After all, Brother Yunxiao and the others are just ordinary students. It is normal for the plan they have loopholes in hastily formulated. As long as ordinary people think carefully, they can easily discover this loophole.

But Mo Fan used his heart and effortlessly discovered the loopholes in the battle, and also gave him a scruple, which made his sure-fire attack fail.

Even if the two sides are in opposition now, Brother Yunxiao almost couldn't help but want to give Mo Fanji a thumbs up, and even wanted to praise him a few words.

"Do it!"

Meng Yu's sharp voice pulled back Brother Yunxiao's thoughts. Then he remembered that everything they did was to kill Mo Fan. How could he offer his knees to the enemy at this time?

Liu Zhicheng, who wanted to applaud, came to his senses, twisted his fat body, and rushed towards Mo Fan again. His purpose was very simple, to hug Mo Fan.

His talent skills can make him stick to the target, and he is the main body, so he has only one main function in battle. It is to let the opponent fight. Once the opponent uses anything to hit him, he will be stuck to his fat body!

However, Mo Fan had no intention of attacking him, and he avoided him lightly again, and he threw a dog to eat shit again.

This is also the most embarrassing thing about Liu Zhicheng's talent skills. He is mainly physically fit, and his agility is really pitiful, so if the enemy fails to hit him, he will not be very likely to be able to touch the other party.

What made him even more helpless was that his talent skills had a certain time limit, and he activated them early in the morning, and there were not many left now.

If the enemy does not hit him, once the talented skill time is over, he will become a completely slap bag and be beaten by others.

Seeing this, Brother Yunxiao looked at Meng Yu not far away, and then waved the huge machete in his hand again and slashed at Mo Fan with all his strength.

"Clang!"

The opponent's sword was without the bonus of talented skills. In Mo Fan's opinion, it could only be said to be ordinary and easily used the Bone-Slaying Purple Gold Sword in his hand to hold it.

Until now, he has not rush to attack these people just to enjoy the game. In his opinion, these people are indeed quite interesting.

It would be too boring to end the game too early. Since you are here to play the game, why bother to be so anxious?

If Mo Fan simply wants to reward, he will play the team dynasty. Where would he play this player with the least reward against the dynasty?

Meng Yu, not far away, looked at Mo Fan, lowered her voice, and said as if she was talking to herself: "The last try!"

Immediately, she picked up the small short sword in her hand, turned slightly, and a faint green light attached to the small short sword. The small short sword rose into the air and began to rotate rapidly.

This is her talented skill, and it is also the ultimate method to defeat Mo Fan. Whether to win or lose. With this fight, Meng Yu waved her hand and the small short sword that was constantly spinning "swish" flew out, and the target was...Mo Fan!

Mo Fan, who was passing by his opponent, brows moved and turned his head. He saw the small short sword shot at him quickly, and was about to dodge.

Suddenly, a translucent grimace suddenly blocked his eyes. Although this grimace was annoyed with green light and bleeding from seven orifices, it was still clearly recognized. It was the "forced retreat game" that was abused by Mo Fan earlier... I wonder if the guy!

If an ordinary person suddenly saw this scene, he would definitely be frightened. It would be extremely normal to be frozen in place for a short time, but Mo Fan only had a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The body leaned back without any hesitation. The small short sword that was rotating rapidly brushed Mo Fan's cheek and flew over the next moment, leaving a blood mark on his face, and scarlet blood flowed out of it!

"Although I guessed it, I really didn't guess it was you. You guys are really because of blowing me!" Mo Fan was too lazy to care about the injuries on his face, but instead plucked his messy hair and tidied up his hairstyle.

The ghost of the young man who suddenly appeared was not a flash of phantom. He just floated in the air and said helplessly: "I have arranged so many things, but I still failed."
Chapter completed!