Ao Moli's arrogance and underestimation of his enemies eventually led to his self-humiliating defeat.book
On the stage, Ao Moli waved his big hand and stopped Suo Wenming who wanted to scold Qing Kuang again.
"Principal, what Feng Qingkuang said is right! This time, I really underestimated my enemy. Not to mention getting a scratch on my face, even if I was killed by my opponent, I deserved it!"
In just the blink of an eye, Ao Moli's expression returned to its previous unbelievable humility and peace, as if nothing had happened.
His face changed so quickly that one could feel deep chills rising quietly from his back.[
"Well... now, I am becoming more and more interested in this young lady of the Feng family! Feng Qingkuang, I wonder if you are willing to continue to give me some advice!"
Ao Moli bowed lightly towards Qing Kuang and said calmly.
"Since the outcome has not yet been determined, and life or death is still unresolved, just come over here! I, Feng Qing Kuang, will go all out!"
Qing Kuang pointed at Ao Moli with the string ink in his hand and said proudly.
"Then please!"
As soon as Ao Moli finished speaking, someone flew over again.
"Qingkuang, you have to be careful this time!"
In the distance, Ao Junxie, dressed in red, murmured. His hand was already tightly holding the sword at his waist.
At this moment, Ao Junxie and Nangong Jinsheng had won the second round. Only Qing Kuang and Ao Moli were left in the entire arena.
Just as Qing Kuang's ten fingers touched the strings again, a sharp sword energy suddenly rushed towards him.
Its speed and power are far stronger than the previous one.
Just when the sound blade was about to be fired, he suddenly felt that under the seemingly green spiritual power, his strength was far beyond ordinary.
I was suddenly shocked. Ao Moli, after being defeated just now, had revealed his ferocity. He no longer cared about the previous promise of surrendering his strength. Under the sword light that seemed to be an intermediate spiritual power, he was actually a high-level spiritual power.
hit.
Unable to fight head-on, Qing Kuang plucked away with five fingers, using the side of the sound blade to guide Ao Moli's sword light away from the target. At the same time, he quickly retreated under his feet.
Wherever Ao Moli was willing to stop, his body shook continuously, and one after another the spiritual power rays of light were so menacing, each ray almost passed by the ink-colored guqin strings.
For a moment, Qing Kuang was enveloped by countless high-level spiritual sword lights, and his fingers could not get close to any of the strings.
In a daze, she seemed to see Ao Moli's face that was humble and elegant on the outside but extremely insidious and violent in his bones, smiling sinisterly at her.
She understood. Ao Moli's goal was obvious. He once said that when he saw her pair of unparalleled slender hands, he wanted to chop them off as his own trophies and as a tribute to his uncle Wang.
Aojunxie who covers himself up.
Prince Fengyun Ao Moli has never failed to get what he wants in this world.[
The gap between high-level spiritual power and intermediate-level ancient martial arts was almost world-wide. When Ao Moli took action again, she was no longer allowed any chance to breathe. His violent nature determined that he would never allow anything under his control.
A person tramples on his own dignity, especially a female prostitute.
After retreating continuously, Qing Kuang gradually lost the ability to fight back at all. Even dodging and parrying seemed particularly difficult.