After a thousand simulations in the virtual battle arena, Su Luo could calculate where Li Aochen's sword would fall based on his feeling even if he closed his eyes.
At this time, Su Luo sneered at the corner of her mouth, and then quickly moved her feet.
As a result, Li Aochen's original idea of being able to kill Su Luo with one sword came to nothing.
She could actually calculate where she landed the knife? How is this possible? It must be a coincidence!
Li Aochen never believed that Su Luo could read minds.
At this time, he waved his cold sword and stabbed Su Luo hard again!
Su Luo's foot slipped, and she dodged the fatal blow accurately and easily.
Li Aochen's eyes almost went straight!
How is this possible? His Thirteen God-Killing Swords are his biggest trump card. Su Luo is just a ninth-level junior. How could she escape?
Moreover, looking at her movement, it was as if she had anticipated the enemy before she knew where the next sword would strike, which was simply too strange.
At this time, Li Aochen was filled with random thoughts and looked at Su Luo with suspicion.
Su Luo raised the corners of her lips playfully and looked at him with interest: "What? Are you admitting defeat?"
"Admit defeat? Hahahahaha!" Li Aochen looked up to the sky and roared, then Jianfeng pointed at Su Luo coldly: "How could I admit defeat before I kill you!"
"Then just let your horse come over." Su Luo stood calmly and calmly raised her finger at him.
"Damn it!" Li Aochen's heart was like thousands of horses running wildly.
He was a dignified tenth-level man, but he was despised by Su Luo, a ninth-level man. How could he swallow such a sigh of relief?
"Watch the move!" Li Aochen roared angrily, and charged forward waving his cold sword.
"Boohoo!"
Ten swords slashed past him in a row, but Su Luo could easily and accurately dodge every time!
Li Aochen stared at Su Luo, his eyes as unbelievable as if he were looking at a ghost.
What on earth is going on? Has Su Luo specially trained for her Thirteen God-Killing Swords? Otherwise, how could she not even be able to touch the corners of her clothes?
How could poor Li Aochen know that Su Luo had fought him a thousand times on the simulated battle stage, and of these, 999 times, he, Li Aochen, had won.
It wasn't until this morning's game that Su Luo finally figured out Li Aochen's rules and gained the confidence to win.
Li Aochen attacked continuously and used the Thirteen God-Killing Swords. Not to mention killing Su Luo, he could not even touch the corners of Su Luo's clothes, which made him extremely anxious.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Li Aochen has been chasing Su Luo for so long, but he can't even touch Su Luo's fur?"
"Is it Li Aochen who is secretly letting the water go?"
"This is impossible! I heard that there is a great hatred between the Li family and Su Luo in Yaochi. It is possible that he kills Su Luo, but it is absolutely impossible to secretly release someone!"
"Then it means... Li Aochen doesn't have the legendary strength at all?"
"Are you stupid? His tenth level strength is generally recognized. Do you think those ancestors are all blind? Can't they even see it at the tenth level?"
"Then...could it be said that Su Luo has strength beyond the ninth level?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
At the beginning of this game, Su Luo appeared with eighth-level strength. At that time, she was slandered by various shady theories. Everyone thought that she had no strength and only relied on her master. But now -
How long has it been!
Su Luo, she...even the tenth-level Li Aochen was unable to do anything to her.
Off the stage, Nangong Liuyun was leaning back on the VIP chair in the most comfortable posture.