The two axes fought each other and clanged.

Schroeder shouted loudly and circled around the scene. His strong and developed muscles were as carefully carved, and each piece was full of strength, easily winning the audience's applause. From the perspective of savage and cruelty, he was indeed quite terrifying.

Uncle Zhou was much quieter. He neither clamored nor walked on the catwalk. He only pulled out his slender cavalry sword and walked forward slowly. Even if Cialick said he was difficult to win, he would not give up easily.

The words of the Crazy God should also be listened selectively, and you should not let it turn against the enemy. Listen to everything, and sooner or later you will become a puppet that loses its initiative. Don’t forget that Cirick is the God of Murder.

In addition to 'lie', he also mastered the two clergy of 'conspiracy' and 'fraud'.

When Zhou Qingfeng entered the venue with his sword, everyone onlookers were quiet. Everyone felt very special about him. They recognized his talent and the status of the "mascot", but also expressed concern about his force. After all, no one had seen him take action.

Schroeder was walking around the circle, showing off his might. He heard the audience silence, immediately turned his head, his eyes were full of fierceness, raised his axe with one hand and pointed at Zhou Qingfeng, and cursed.

"I don't know where the little liar came from? I bewitched a bunch of idiots from my Sröder's territory to cause trouble. You are just a clown who plays tricks. Let's see how I chop you into meat paste."

Cialek also reminded: "Boy, the opponent's strength is far greater than you, and his combat experience is hundreds of times that of yours. Your chances of winning"

Before the Crazy God could finish his words, Zhou Qingfeng secretly shouted "Shut up". He exerted force under his feet and rushed forward. Everyone stared at him, wanting to see if his boss could create a miracle. The light and shadow flashed. The young sword lit up and he had already started attacking.

Schroeder had a hideous smile on his face, and his distorted smile was full of provocation. He intended to show his courage, belittle his opponent's ability, and even spat on the ground to anger his opponent.

A cold light flashed, and the blade gently stroked the outside of his arm along the axe blade raised by Schroeder. Zhou Qingfeng rushed into the opponent's body at high speed, and stabbed him at his throat with the help of his arrogant negligence.

The leader of the barbarian was very agile. Even when facing the surprise attack, he turned his head and easily let Zhou Qingfeng go away with the sword that took risks. The two axes in his hand danced at high speed like a knife wheel in an instant, and the counterattack was extremely fast and efficient.

"You rookie, think you can defeat me by sneak attack?" In order to show your strength, Schroeder put in enough strength, and his two axes opened and closed, and the strong wind cut the surface.

Zhou Qingfeng's agility is 'ten', and he hopes to use the 20% bonus of the 'Speed ​​Boot' to master the speed advantage. However, the failed blow puts him in extreme danger. Schroeder not only has his strength far exceeds him, but his agility also exceeds him.

This is terrible.

The sharp blade of the battle axe cut through the air, with a whirring sound of wind. Zhou Qingfeng could only retreat and wander around with great force. The cavalry knife in his hand was not suitable for blocking heavy weapons and could not resist it. Facing the enemy's crazy attack, he did not even have a chance to counterattack.

Everyone present suddenly burst into a loud noise. Everyone saw Zhou Qingfeng's dilemma almost instantly that he was unable to fight back and could not escape. If he couldn't last long, he would be chopped into meat paste.

Inisa's heartbeat was accelerating off the court. But for only one round, she breathed a sigh of relief and determined that her judgment was correct. The young boy on the court was no match for Schroeder at all, and it was a matter of time before she could lose.

After confirming this concept, the "Blood Widow" immediately went to the thin old man who started the bet to pay ten odds. She made a bet of 100 gold coins. If she could earn a thousand gold coins, the current dilemma of Lieyan Village would be solved.

Rubio was tiptoing to look into the field. When he saw his boss retreating repeatedly by his opponent's two battle axes, he was filled with danger. He was instantly sweating, his mind was blank, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

The unscrupulous businessman just entrusted his son to Zhou Qingfeng, hoping to find a firm supporter to entrust the next generation. He saw all kinds of magical things about Uncle Zhou, and subconsciously felt that his boss must be very good at fighting, but who knows

The odds of "One Loss Ten" are only for making money, but the prerequisite is that Mr. Zhou must win!

In fact, Rubio didn't have that much money to pay, it was just a "tall the tiger's skin and pull the big flag". He realized that the situation was not good, so he immediately wanted to flee, but turned around

A horse stopped Rubio, and the 'blood widow' Inesa stared at Rubio with a sarcastic sneer, "Uncle, you'd better have a thousand gold coins to lose to me. I'll ask for priority compensation. Otherwise."

"Okay, OK, of course there is no problem." Rubio saw that the 'Blood Widow' pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and knew that he could not escape, so he could only smile awkwardly.

At this moment, there was another noise on the field. Zhou Qingfeng failed to hit, and he was suppressed by his opponent's absolute strength. He was not strong enough and agility enough, so he was forced to retreat to the edge of the field.

This game only took three or four rounds, and the winner was basically decided.

The leaders of all the families present also realized that Zhou Qingfeng was really not good at head-on fighting. If he continued to fight, his boss would have to die. This is a key figure related to the future and destiny of the Black Forest. He must not die here.

The lower-level armed servants also followed the noise. They were originally full of confidence in Zhou Qingfeng and bet on him. But now they were obviously betting wrong. They booed and turned to look for Rubio, and took the silver coins left in their pockets.

"Beat again, this time, bet Schroeder won, and you will lose ten!" Everyone yelled loudly, and they were full of momentum. They bet Zhou Qingfeng just now, but now they find that the form is wrong, so they immediately change their position.

Rubio was willing to accept the odds of 'one-to-one penalty'. He waved his hands and shouted: "The market has been closed, the market has been closed. Once the game starts, the market has been closed. No bets will be accepted."

"We can't lose money if we don't accept it."

Several swords pressed against Rubio's neck. How could the armed servants give up? They took out all the gold, silver and copper coins in their pockets, stuffed them into Rubio's hands without making any records, and forced him to collect the money.

With the sword in hand, the black-hearted profiteer wanted to cry without tears, and he didn't dare to move. He could only stand there and receive several times the bets before, without having to watch. He knew that he could not afford it, and this time he had to take his life with him.

In the venue, Schroeder was laughing loudly, revealing his white teeth. He smiled happily and was relieved of depression. This laughter was not only for the purpose of turning defeat into victory, but also like everyone present showing his strength.

The axe blade shone with cold light, with the pressure of blood and killing.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart was like a heavy stone pressing on, and he was almost breathless. Cialek shouted in his mind: "Boy, give up, your opponent this time is really too strong.

Worry to me, shout my name, believe in me, serve me, follow my path, and follow my teachings.

I am here, I live forever, I am extremely holy, I am the master of all the world, surpassing all things. Accept the divine power I give you, and you will become extremely powerful. Only in this way can you defeat your opponent.

Young man, willfulness will ruin you, and obedience will reborn you. You have no other chance, and you will die one step later."

The God of Murder has a cold tone and a slight tone, as if the supreme throne living above the sky, looking down at the tiny creatures on the earth. Those who are watched by it are trembling; those who are watched by it are fearless; those who are favored by it are glorious.

But

Cialique, let me die!

I am an atheist, and the gods are rubbish in my eyes. The reason why I am me is because I have an independent personality and dignity, and I will not succumb to any power.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the sound in his mind. He gritted his teeth, gasped, and beads of sweat were about to drip on his tight face. Facing the arrogant Schroeder, he said, "Idiot, if you only have this ability, you can die!"

Um?

Schroeder, who was showing off his power, was even more furious, roared and slashed with two axes. He had never hated an opponent so strongly, and his monstrous anger made him wish he could not remove the boy in front of him.

The axe blade slashed and slashed out a fierce and strong wind.

In the strong wind, the young man with bright eyes lit up against the trend. His speed exploded again, and the sword light flashed, and he instantly slashed at the enemy's throat again.
Chapter completed!