"It seems that the gap in strength is still too great!"
"That's right! Qing Kuang doesn't even think about what kind of role Prince Fengyun is. He is the future leader of Fengyun Kingdom. He has been trained by the most powerful master on this continent since he was a child.
Just now, Ao Moli seemed to be a little merciful!"[
Dongfang Mu also sighed softly.
On the side, Ao Junxie and Nangong Jinsheng, who were staring closely at the two opponents in the first group, both sweated because of Qing Kuang. At the moment when the weapons of the two sides collided, they both agreed.
He tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.
However, none of them dared to offend the rules and majesty of Slanta Imperial Academy.
No one dares to intervene, otherwise Qing Kuang will be immediately declared defeated!
Ao Moli's sinister eyes looked up and down at Leng Ruoshuang Qingkuang. Where the two people's piano and swords intersected, there were constant squeaking and trembling sounds. This was caused by the internal strength competition between the two parties.
"What a pair of skillful hands that are rare in the world! Only a cold and stern woman like Feng Qingkuang can be worthy of it! Isn't it? Miss Feng's family!"
Ao Moli stared at the slender fingers in front of him that were pressing tightly on the strings, and murmured indifferently. His eyes were obsessed with but also revealed a sinister teasing.
On the opposite side, he was fighting with all his strength, his body was shaking slightly because of the gradual exhaustion of his physical strength.
In front of this seemingly weak Feng Qingkuang, Ao Moli's proud and arrogant attitude seemed even more sinister.
"Hmph! No wonder...my uncle Wang, who has always been arrogant and unruly, cares about you so much!
The vulgar people in the world have always been regarded as nothing by him, but a little Feng Qingkuang can make him not hesitate to offend Principal Suo..."
Ao Moli murmured in his mouth, and his greedy eyes gently glanced at the fiery red figure in the distance, and then quickly turned to the woman holding the ink piano in front of him, with the gentleness still hanging on his lips
smile.
It seemed that Qing Kuang's condescension and bullying made him feel a sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before in front of Ao Junxie.
Ao Junxie, the man in red who is known as the God of War, his uncle Wang, although his nominal status is not as noble as his own.
However, as an elder, Ao Junxie has the support of the people of the country, immense power, and a supreme level of spiritual power that Ao Moli only dreamed of having.
All of this, invisibly, made him, a great man who should have gathered countless glory and honor, pale in comparison.
Therefore, when facing Feng Qingkuang, the woman he loved most, a wild desire to snatch and possess emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Feng Qingkuang, you are no match for this prince. If you just surrender and surrender, maybe I can give you a decent result!"
"dream!"[
Qing Kuang stared at Ao Moli tightly, gritted his teeth and shouted coldly.
"Haha... Then, if I cut off these beautiful little hands of yours and send them to Ao Junxie, I wonder... what will his expression be like?"
Ao Moli said this sentence lightly, still smiling, still as gentle as jade, as if talking to himself.
"Hmph! Then you can try it and see if you have this ability!"