doomsday lamb

At noon, there was a soft "clatter" sound coming from above the jungle in Tianbaoyan.

As the last group of mountain birds in the jungle were frightened and flew away, the battle on the school field gradually became intense.

Prior to this, Lin Qian and Zhou Tiangong had fought hundreds of rounds with bare hands.

In the fierce confrontation with fists and fists, both sides won and lost, and each suffered injuries.

Lin Qian's body was covered with bruises, and the surface of her fists was covered with deep red ulcers.

Zhou Tiangong also suffered a swollen cheek, and two snow-white teeth fell out on the sand in the distance.

Even though Lin Qian looks sweet, her eyes suddenly turn cold and stern during the battle. The kick that kicked Zhou Tiangong away in the end was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The people in the northern camp looked at each other, feeling that this was completely different from when Lin Qian and Li Yishan were fighting each other.

But one thing they were sure of was that Lin Qian was really angry this time.

At this time, the two separated again, and almost simultaneously made vigilant and defensive movements to look at each other.

Lin Qianxiang was dripping with sweat, panting, and her expression changed from angry to solemn.

Zhou Tiangong also grimaced in pain and couldn't help but open and close his clenched fists to relieve the pain in his muscles and bones.

This biting and dull pain made him grit his teeth.

He said: "Woman, you are very good, you have two hands."

"You too." The other person replied.

"I like you more and more now."

"On the contrary, my dislike for you has never diminished."

Lin Qian sneered and continued: "If it was your head that was blown away just now, I think I would be even happier."

As soon as he finished saying this, Zhou Tiangong felt a burning pain on the side of his cheek where he had lost his tooth.

This woman is simply kicking her nose in the face.

In Zhou Tiangong's expectation, he should be able to knock Lin Qian down quickly.

Even if you don't knock the opponent down with just three or two moves, you can still end the battle within ten moves.

Therefore, he carefully controlled the intensity of his attacks from the beginning, not wanting to hurt anyone, but just wanted to give this ignorant woman some color.

But it was this kind of negligence that gave Lin Qian the opportunity to attack closely.

In normal times, how could he, the dignified young master Zhou, suffer such a loss?!

"Woman, don't speak too boldly!" Zhou Tiangong threatened fiercely.

But this had no effect on Lin Qian, who smiled and said sarcastically:

"Really? Compared to you, Young Master Zhou, I think I'm already countless times more humble."

"Woman..." These words made Zhou Tiangong furious. He said with a sinister smile, "Don't think that just by taking advantage of luck, you can use your words. Whoever laughs in the end may not be sure!"

Lin Qian sneered at this: "Whether it is a hero or a bear, my subordinates will know the truth for themselves. Just now, the outcome was not determined by fists and kicks, so let's fight again with weapons!"

"Okay! That's what I have in mind. Zhou Li, bring me my golden hammer!"

Lin Qian took three steps back and ordered: "Lang Ya and Nan Qi's people disperse!"

The wretched-looking steward under Zhou Tiangong quickly ordered a pair of long-handled golden hammers to be fetched for him.

This hammer is shaped like a gourd and as big as a wine vat. It is made of brass and contains part of purple gold. The handle and body of the hammer are solid. It is said that a single hammer weighs one hundred and eighty kilograms.

Even before the disaster, Li Yishan had heard that there was a son from the Zhou family in Rongcheng who could play in the courtyard with one hand in one hand a golden urn hammer passed down by the clan when he was six or seven years old.

At that time, many people said that this son was born with supernatural powers and that he was a martial arts wizard who could not be seen in a century. As long as he was carefully cultivated, he would definitely inherit the mantle of Mr. Zhou in thirty to fifty years.

But later it was heard that the child had no interest in martial arts, so the family sent him abroad to study, and news about him gradually disappeared from the martial arts circles.

At this moment, Li Yishan naturally understood that the person he was talking about was Zhou Tiangong.

Although he had known that Lin Qian was very capable, Li Yishan still couldn't help but feel worried for her when facing Zhou Tiangong, who had been famous since childhood.

Two huge golden hammers were swung into the wind in Zhou Tiangong's hands, like two fluttering toys. They were so frightened that everyone retreated back outside the school grounds.

Lin Qian didn't need anyone to present her weapon. There was a subtle connection between the treasure and its holder. She just stretched out her hand, and the long black ax as tall as a person whizzed from a distance and landed directly in her palm.

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She still used the giant red ink axe. The ax handle was one and a half meters long. The entire ax surface was deep black, but there was a hidden red glow at the edge of the axe.

Lin Qian waved the long ax in a circle with one hand, and finally swung it heavily to her side. The air around her seemed to be divided by this sharp swing. Her eyes were cold as she looked at Zhou Tiangong opposite.

At this time, I heard the other person say: "Woman, I will give you one last chance to beg me. Otherwise, it will be difficult to stop you later!"

"Stop talking nonsense, my ax is not a vegetarian either."

Lin Qian took the lead and kicked the ground with her feet, causing the ground to collapse instantly.

Her body jumped out like a cheetah, covering a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye. She came to Zhou Tiangong and raised her ax to kill him.

Faced with such a prepared attack, Zhou Tiangong was naturally not stupid enough to confront him head-on.

Lin Qian's speed was not fast, she just relied on brute force to speed up. Therefore, Zhou Tiangong just turned his body sideways and dodged.

The ax blade almost cut the tip of Zhou Tiangong's nose and swung it down, and finally dug heavily into the soil against his toes.

The soil particles collapsed Zhou Tiangong's body, but an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This woman underestimated the enemy too much. It was not easy to pull out such a heavy weapon.

Especially when the old strength has gone and the new strength has not yet emerged, he can decide the outcome with just one strike!

Lin Qian, you are still too young!

However, at this moment, Zhou Tiangong's smile suddenly froze.

He saw Lin Qian raise her foot and kick the axe. He didn't know how powerful this kick was, and the ax flew away from the soil and hit him hard.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take three steps back, first colliding with the axe's face with one hammer, and then crossing his two hammers in front of him for protection.

There is no other reason, just because Lin Qian's attack is by no means that simple.

After the red ink ax was knocked back, Lin Qian took advantage of the situation and swung the ax through a large loop in the air, then smashed it down again like a meteor chasing the moon.

In other words, Zhou Tiangong had already predicted it, otherwise he would never have had the chance to block this move.

There was a "clang" sound, and the hammer handle could barely hold the giant axe, but Zhou Tiangong suddenly fell due to this huge force, and he knelt on the sand with one knee.

Lin Qian looked down at him from bottom to top, making him blush, and his anger almost engulfed Zhou Tiangong.

"Hey, why did Young Master Zhou kneel down? If you want to recognize your godmother, it's still too late."