The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

"so close!"

Duanmu Xiu under the stage sighed. book>

"It seems that the gap in strength is still too great!"

"That's right! Qingkuang doesn't even think about it, what kind of role Prince Fengyun is, he is the lord of the future Fengyun Kingdom, and he has been trained by the most powerful master on this continent since he was a child.

Just now, Ao Moli seemed to be showing mercy! "[

Dongfang Mu also sighed softly.

On the side, Ao Junxie and Nangong Jinsheng, who were staring at the two opponents in the first group, were both sweating tightly for Qingkuang. The moment their weapons collided, the two of them agreed He tightly clenched the long sword in his hand.

However, none of them dared to offend the rules and majesty of Slanta Imperial College.

No one dares to intervene, otherwise, Qingkuang will only be declared defeated immediately!

Ao Moli's sinister eyes looked up and down at Qingkuang, who was as cold as ice. The place where the two swords intersected, there was a constant trembling sound, which was caused by the two sides competing for internal strength.

"It's really a pair of skillful hands that are rare in the world! Only a woman as stern as Feng Qingkuang can be worthy of it! Isn't it? Miss Feng's family!"

Ao Moli stared at Qing Kuang's slender fingers tightly pressed on the strings in front of him, and murmured calmly.The eyes are obsessed and there is a gloomy teasing.

On the other side, he was doing all he could to fight coldly, and his body was shaking slightly because of the gradual loss of physical strength.

In front of this seemingly weak Feng Qingkuang, Ao Moli's complacent and arrogant attitude appeared even more sinister and awe-inspiring.

"Hmph! No wonder...my uncle Wang, who has always been defiant and arrogant, also cares about you so much!

The vulgar fans 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, a pair of greedy eyes glanced lightly at the fiery figure in the distance, and then quickly turned to the woman holding the musical instrument in front of her, with the gentle expression still on her lips. smile.

It seemed that for Qing Kuang's condescension and bullying, in front of Ao Junxie, he felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before.

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 himself.

However, as an elder, Ao Junxie has the support of the people of the country, the overwhelming power, and the highest level of spiritual power that Ao Moli would have dreamed of.

All of these, invisibly, made him, a powerful man who should have gathered thousands of honors and honors, pale in comparison and dimmed.

Therefore, when facing Feng Qingkuang, his most beloved woman, a kind of wildness of snatching and possessing rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Feng Qingkuang, you are not the crown prince's opponent at all, you are captured without a fight, bow your head and admit defeat, maybe, this crown prince can give you a decent result!"

"dream!"[

Qing Kuang fixed his eyes on Ao Moli, gritted his teeth and shouted coldly.

"Haha...then, if I chop off your beautiful little hands and send them to Ao Junxie, I don't know...what kind of expression will he have?"

Ao Moli said this lightly, still smiling, still as gentle as jade, as if talking to himself.

"Hmph! Then you can give it a try, see if you have the ability!"