With a cold shout, Qing Kuang plucked with all his strength with his five fingers. In an instant, a powerful sound wave suddenly emitted at a very close range, like the huge mouth of a wild beast, instantly covering Prince Fengyun Ao Moli.
"Little tricks!"
Ao Moli said softly, and quickly swung out a palm with his left hand. With pure mid-level spiritual power, he completely restrained the powerful and slow sound blade, and at the same time hit Qing Kuang's chest key points hard, and his face
Above, the ferocious look is revealed.
Hey!
A very thin sound of strings pierced the air, and Prince Feng Yun Ao Moli suddenly withdrew his powerful palm.[
He stepped back continuously, and when he stood still, his face was already black and livid, and the previous gentleness and fairness were completely gone.
Ten steps away, Qing Kuang stood proudly holding a string of ink in his hand.
In his hand, a string as thin as hair was still whimpering softly between his fingers.
"What...what's going on!"
Dongfang Mu and Duanmu Xiu looked at each other with blank expressions on their faces. In the critical moment just now, the situation between them had suddenly turned negative.
However, not far away from him, the faces of Ao Junxie and Nangong Jinsheng, who possessed special skills, had become particularly cold and serious.
Because, at this moment, only he and the two noticed that the extremely thin string in Qing Kuang's hand was stained with a few drops of dark red blood.
"Hmph! What a plan! What a means! If it weren't for my quick movement, my throat would have been cut at this moment!"
Ao Moli looked straight at the ground at dusk, gently waved one hand and wiped the left side of his face. Only then did everyone notice that under Ao Moli's tentacle, there were already many traces of blood on his pretty face and pretty white cheeks.
There was a long, thin scratch.
Under the stage, the students watching had already begun to whisper and lament.
"Prince Feng Yun... was actually injured by this young lady of the Feng family who has no spiritual power!"
"Yes! She still uses Qinyin Guwu..."
This extremely long scratch was as embarrassing to Ao Moli as dozens of slaps on his face.
In the distance, Ao Junxie did not show his usual arrogance. It stands to reason that if in normal times, his wife was so proud and proud and retaliated with Ao Moli's move, he would have been carried away long ago. However,
Now he looks as cautious and melancholy as Nangong Jinsheng.
This was due to his long-term relationship with Prince Fengyun Ao Moli and his understanding of his nature.
"Feng Qingkuang, the Imperial Academy's competition is fair and aboveboard, and strength speaks for itself. How can you secretly pull off a trick? Just now, among the five strings, you deliberately left one unstrung. Isn't this opportunistic and a sneak attack?
"
In the stands, Suo Wen stood up with a roar, pointed at Qing Kuang, and shouted angrily.
"Hmph! A soldier never tires of deceit. I have the strings in my hand and I can use them however I want. Do I still need you, an old man who regards ancient martial arts as nothing, to direct me?"
Qing Kuang flicked his finger lightly, and the dark red blood beads on the thin string flew out and dropped to the ground with a pop.[
"you……"
Suo Wenming was speechless for a moment, trembling with anger.
This Feng family woman, who exudes a unique aura, is always so disdainful of all authority and conventions.
It is undeniable that what Qing Kuang said is indeed true. On the battlefield, life and death are always at stake, and the winner is king. How can we talk about these rules? However, Ao Moli's identity as Prince Fengyun was tarnished in public.
The pen seems to be quite difficult for him to accept.