Jiang Qing was speechless, kicked the ground with both legs, and showed no mercy.

Unlike Wolf Mo and others, who relied on instinct and combat instinct to act, and was deeply influenced by Huaxia martial arts, Jiang Qing was methodical in every move and style, attacking the weakest part of his body.

In order to survive, she has suffered more than she has ever eaten salt.

Thinking about those gray years, in order to let Zhou Hengshun develop in music, she even fought underground black boxing. This desperate Saburo's style of play is to inherit the underground black boxing competition, and in order to survive, it is the best means to be deadly.

This period of time is what Jiang Qing doesn't want to recall the most.

However, today she completely let go of her future, followed her body memory, moves and body instincts, and fought on a par with Wolf Mo.

In the distance, the people who did not hide in the forest to communicate were dumbfounded, holding their breath, and sincerely watching the two people fighting back and forth.

"Gollum!" I don't know who it is, I can't help but swallow my saliva.

"It's so strong! Jiang Qing is really strong! Luo Shan clenched his fists, and the seemingly soft, slow movements, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, actually made the patriarch scramble, and there was nowhere to focus.

From this moment on, Luo Shan unconsciously buried a determination to become stronger in the depths of her heart. Awaken the blood that is sleeping in the heart, and the eager and undisguised gaze makes Hayabusa very dissatisfied.

But I have to admit that Jiang Qing is really powerful!

If you were someone else, it would never be possible to support you for so long without losing. Even if Wolf Mo is not beastly, his strong strength is enough to defeat everyone in the tribe.

But such a powerful wolf ink couldn't take down Jiang Qing.

The grass was shocked and lost her mind: "That slow Tai Chi, is it really so powerful?" The tone was skeptical, and it was clear that she didn't believe how powerful that action could be. It's just an ordinary gesture, how Jiang Qing's momentum has changed, there is a world of difference.

"No, the slow, soft Tai Chi is just a force to fight, and the real power is those lethal attacks. Jiang Qing seems to know every weakness of the patriarch very well, every attack is just right, never waste a trace of extra strength, every attack is a surprise defense! Lance took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Qing with awe in his eyes.

After hearing this, everyone around was shocked and watched carefully. Seeing that, if this was the case, Jiang Qing's every attack was just right, and her cold face was expressionless, like a marionette, attacking with instinct.

It's as dangerous and deadly as they attack with their wild instincts.

Wolf Mo's eyelids flashed, and his eyes staring at Jiang Qing were full of fiery aura, no longer suppressing his strength. The blood is boiling, the domineering side leaks, and the viscous and rich smell of blood is overwhelming, as if facing thousands of troops.

On the side of the momentum, many people gathered around were pale. Someone reacted quickly and hurriedly reminded the women watching to retreat and avoid this killing intent. They have been fighting wild beasts for many years, and for many years, their bodies are unconsciously stained with the smell of blood.

This smell of blood, usually they will be careful to suppress. Only those young men who have just come of age and are strong in blood do not know how to suppress and often do something in the tribe that angers women.

Women are more sensual, and although they yearn for fighting and blood, they don't like the sticky smell of blood. So with the exception of some, men who have just come of age rarely find a partner unless they learn to suppress the smell of blood on their bodies.

"Very strong!" Jiang Qing licked the corners of her mouth, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

It is like the blood-red and bewildering Mansha Zhuhua blooming on the other side of hell, revealing a fatal crisis in her enchantment. The hoarse voice, revealing an unbearable chill, this is the other side of Jiang Qing, she doesn't want people to know about her.

Zhou Heng was fortunate enough to see it once, and that time he was half scared to death, and when he woke up, he completely forgot the memory of that time. After that, Jiang Qing did not show this side in front of him.

She likes the Wind Chasing tribe very much, likes the tribe's people, and wants to be recognized by them, so she does not hesitate to reveal this little-known thing. People can't live with a mask forever, that's too sad!

His eyes showed a cautious look, and he couldn't observably observe the people standing far away. With a nervous look of anticipation, she longed for recognition, and when she met a pair of enthusiastic and awe-inspiring eyes, Jiang Qing let go of the last hesitation in her heart.

They are not Zhou Heng, they will not be afraid of alienating themselves like Zhou Heng, here, she can bloom her brilliance unscrupulously.

In an instant, Jiang Qing seemed to understand something.

The last trace of hesitation and cowardice that lingered around the body disappeared, scorching brilliance, like the night sky and the moon clear from the dust.

The corners of his mouth curved upward, revealing a charming smile, looking directly at Wolf Mo, and said, "I will use my strongest strength to prove who I am?" Accompanied by the cool night breeze, there was also the momentum of the two people who were struggling to suppress the tyranny.

I don't know who made the move first, and after everyone came back to their senses, the two stood still.

Wolf Mo's arm crossed Jiang Qing's willow waist, half-hugged the person in his arms, and the corners of his mouth let out a low muffled sound. Jiang Qing gasped sharply, her face flushed, it was obvious that she was not the winner of the battle just now, and there was a faint bloodshot at the corner of her mouth.

"Ahem!" Leaning on Wolf Mo's chest, he hunched over and coughed twice, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood.

"Jiang Qing, are you okay?" Seeing this, the people gathered around them quickly stepped forward. Bud pulled Jiang Qing out of Wolf Mo's arms, and carefully examined it: "The injury is fine, two ribs were broken, and my lungs were shocked, so I have to rest for two days." ”

After that, he asked people to take herbs and prepare them to boil them, and the men had thick skin and thick flesh, and the most they could do if they were injured stopped bleeding. For the rest, the buds don't bother to care at all.

It can be seen that Jiang Qing coughs up blood, and for some reason, Bud only feels depressed and uncomfortable. It felt strange and uncomfortable for her.

The wolf Mo had a black face, if he didn't remember Jiang Qing's injury, how could he allow the bud to pull Jiang Qing out. The battle just now was very cool, but when he thought that Jiang Qing's injuries were caused by him, his face suddenly became even more gloomy!

Jiang Qing covered her mouth, shook her head and said, "It's okay with this injury, you can check Wolf Mo's injury?" "Wolf Mo was injured more seriously than her, after all, in the round of battle just now, although Wolf Mo won, he consumed a lot of body in the end.

Otherwise, although she has good strength, she has no reason to beat Wolf Mo.

"I'm fine, boil the medicine." Wolf Mo refused, motioned to the bud to boil the medicine, and carefully hugged Jiang Qing and walked to the fire.

At this moment, the tribesmen let out bursts of cheers to greet their hero.

Qing reproached and swept the wolf ink, carefully took Jiang Qing, and said, "I know that Jiang Qing's health is not good, and I don't have a serious ...... to start."

Wolf Mo pursed his mouth, and his face was even worse!

"Aunt Qing, don't care about him." Jiang Qing smiled slightly, but unexpectedly pulled the wound, and her face turned white in pain. This body is better, but I am more afraid of pain! In the past, she wouldn't have taken this injury to heart at all.