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Chapter 331 The rainbow surpasses the monster flying

The emperor's wrath caused millions of corpses to float and blood flowed thousands of miles away. The common man's wrath caused blood to flow for five steps and the world was pure. Human anger and courage do not distinguish between high and low, but there are differences in value orientation.

When Zhuoyang was about to start a cannibalistic bullfight with Alan Smith, he remembered the night in Milan when he killed the gangster Jeff Benoit.

——According to today's logic, I should have stabbed Benoit one at a time with Benoit, and no one could dodge. But I didn't do that, because that was his purpose, not mine. I

Much stronger than him, I can crush him.

——Continue to fight with Alan Smith, no matter what the outcome, do I win? Anyway, he did not lose, because his goal was achieved. He only knows this one trick, but I know everything (the protagonist’s conceit

), you fight yours, I fight mine, I defeat you in my own way to win.

The courage of an ordinary man is never brave, it is just a second-stringer. At best, he is what the Shaanxi people call a second-stringer.

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When the habitual brain was wandering, I suddenly heard the anxious cry of the troll Gomez: "Slut——!" The football was flying.

Gomez was anxious because Preuss did not give the ball very well. It was between Zhuoyang and Alan Smith. The two of them were about three meters away from each other on the trajectory of the football. This forced Zhuoyang to go up the knife mountain.

pass.

Without hesitation at all, Zhuoyang and Smith strode straight towards the football, and then started to lean back at the same time. They were about to tackle each other! Everyone became a frozen picture, and Zhuoyang was the only one in the entire Old Trafford stadium.

With Smith moving closer at the speed of light, everything else – stands still!

Smith has already made a stretched tackle position, lunging on the ground, the spikes on the soles of his forefoot are shining coldly, and his left leg is bent to charge up for a scissor strike at any time. He clenches his teeth and his eyes are bleeding.

, the cheeks were stretched harder than pebbles, and the veins in the neck were almost torn.

Zhuoyang hadn't completely lowered the shovel yet. He tilted his upper body back 45 degrees and slid and roared, with one foot in front and one behind. The two feet were only half a step apart. There was no ferocious expression in his expression. He lowered his eyebrows to catch the wind, and his eyes and ears were waving.

He stuck out his tongue and quickly licked his upper lip from right to left. Not to mention that his upper lip was red and his teeth were white, it was a bit vulgar.

With such a short distance, such fast speed and inertia, it was impossible for him or anyone else to retract their legs to avoid. He and his strength and ferocity were equally matched, and he and his courage were evenly matched. The whole world became a bystander.

, all the bystanders held their breath, and the whole world could only hear the pounding heartbeat and the tearing sound of two roaring smoke.

It's over, these two idiots, one of them must die. Uncle Zha's heart is broken.

Niang Xipi, why are you two so troublesome? Why don't you just hit him with your head? There's no brains inside anyway. Ferguson's three souls have already left his body.

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Ten centimeters taller than Smith, his legs are naturally a little longer. Zhuoyang picked up the football first. It was so fast that it couldn’t be played in slow motion——

The left foot gently stabilized the ball, and the right foot followed almost at the same time. The inside of the left foot and the instep of the right foot worked together to gently pinch the ball. Zhuo Yangqu, who was still leaning, swung his calves back, and his whole body followed suit and soared into the air.

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Zhuoyang was like a Rosemary monster lying on his side, Alan Smith rumbled past him with flying shovel, and the runaway train did not stop at the station.

The football curved out of Zhuo Yang's back in a charming arc, like an arch and more like a rainbow. When Zhuo Yang landed, the football fell right in front of him.

——The rainbow in the sky is amazing!

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That's right, why should I compete with you in a two-pole competition? Your goal is to fight hard, but what I am best at is torturing people, and torturing people in various ways. You go ahead and fight, and you will see how I torture you.

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Since Zhuoyang entered the Bundesliga with Madiburg, his playful tricks have gradually decreased, and his movements have become more and more practical. He is straightforward and full of charm, which is another kind of beauty. Although fancy tricks are eye-catching

, but practicality is one of them. More importantly, Zhuo Yang learned to respect his opponents, which means that he will no longer abuse and bully others for no reason, but will build up his own character.

Rainbow crossing is an even worse behavior than crotch piercing, and Zhuoyang got into a lot of fights with others because of it when he was playing wild football. He rarely did it after entering professional football, but that doesn't mean he has forgotten it.

How to play.

With his movement speed and body coordination much higher than Smith's, Zhuo Yang performed a flying rainbow pass that made Alan Smith blush.

——Come on! Let’s see who kills me first, or I tease you to the point where you can’t hold it in any longer? This is what I’m best at. The rest of scoring goals are just childish and not worth mentioning.

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After playing Smith, Zhuo Yang, who was very playful, landed and shot angrily from 40 meters away from the goal. He couldn't control it because of his arrogance, and added secret energy to the explosion.

Zhuoyang has been practicing privately for a long time to incorporate dark energy into shooting. There is no problem with the strength, but the accuracy is ridiculous, and the long-term practice has not improved. However, this time, the cannonball hit the Manchester United goal directly.

Van der Sar, who is on the line of the small penalty area, is old, calm and experienced, and can maintain a high concentration at any time and at any time. Seeing Zhuoyang's shot roaring and coming to him in the blink of an eye, he didn't care about being surprised. He stood up and struck hard with both fists. There was no such thing.

If it's possible, don't do it if you know it's impossible.

The football was knocked off the crossbar by Van der Sar, and flew into the back of the stands without losing momentum. Everyone exclaimed that this shot was a great threat, and the Red Devils were applauding the Dutch goalkeeper for his wonderful save.

But no one could notice, and even if they did, they didn’t think much about it. Van der Sar, who had taken off from the small penalty area line, had already fallen into the goal when he landed. Van der Sar secretly moved his sore fists and hair.

My forearms were numb, and my heart was horrified.

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After Zhuoyang's shot ran out, even he was stunned. The stupid bastard Hu Lai had such accuracy. An Jin had always been at odds with him before, and he could hit the ball when he stepped on the penalty area line. It seems that An Jin has such a small foot.

The feeling of touching the ball has a great impact. But this is very interesting today. How about trying it again later?

Zhuoyang encouraged himself here, and Alan Smith, who was embarrassed, was also full of ambitions. While feeling teased, he thought that Zhuoyang was cowarded and did not have the guts to confront him head-on. This idea

It gave him the illusion that he could completely scare Zhuoyang away with more fierce and tough actions. This illusion also made him ignore the pain in his thigh.

To be honest, at this moment, neither of them had any intention of competing properly. They both thought that killing each other in their own way was much more important than winning.

However, neither of them realized that they were so intoxicated in the mutual conquest of different styles that they forgot that there was also a mad dog in Madiburg, and there was also a Ronaldinho in Manchester United who had been suppressing his fancy style.
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