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

That Ao Moli's arrogance and underestimation of the enemy finally led to his self-humiliation failure. book>

On the stage, Ao Moli lightly waved his big hand, stopping Suo Wenming who wanted to reprimand him again.

"Principal, what Feng Qingkuang said is true! This time just now, I really underestimated the enemy, not to mention getting a slash on the face, even if I lost my life, I deserve it!"

Just in the blink of an eye, Ao Moli's expression returned to the unbelievable modesty and peace before, as if nothing had happened.

The complexion changed so quickly that one could feel a deep chill creeping up from the 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 teach me a thing or two!"

Ao Moli saluted Qing Kuang lightly, and said calmly.

"Since the outcome is still undecided, and life and death are still undecided, you just let the horse come! I, Feng Qingkuang, will definitely go all out!"

Qing Kuang pointed at Ao Moli with Xian Mo in his hand, and said proudly.

"Then please!"

As soon as Ao Moli said a word, the person flew towards him again.

"Qingkuang, you have to be careful this time!"

In the distance, Ao Junxie dressed in red murmured.He had unconsciously grasped the long sword at his waist tightly.

At this moment, Ao Junxie and Nangong Jinsheng have already won the second round.In the entire arena, only Qing Kuang and Ao Moli were left.

Just as Qingkuang's ten fingers touched the strings again, a sharp sword aura rushed towards him.

Its speed and strength are far stronger than the previous one.

When the sound blade was about to be released, he suddenly felt that the strength of the green-looking spiritual power was far beyond ordinary.

I was suddenly startled, this Ao Moli, after the defeat just now, had already revealed his ferocity, and he no longer cared about the previous agreement to lower his strength. hit.

Unable to fight resolutely, Qingkuang's five fingers moved away again and again, using the side of the sound blade to guide Ao Moli's sword light, making it deviate from the target, and at the same time, quickly backed away under his feet.

That Ao Moli was not willing to stop, as his body swayed again and again, the rays of spiritual power were menacing one after another, each ray almost passed the black-colored zither strings.

All of a sudden, Qingkuang was enveloped by sword lights of countless high-level spiritual powers, and his ten fingers couldn't get close to any of the strings.

In a trance, she seemed to see Ao Moli's hideous face that was humble and elegant on the outside, but extremely sinister and violent in his bones, smiling sinisterly at her.

She understood that Ao Moli's goal was obvious. He once said that when he saw her unparalleled pair of beautiful and slender hands, he wanted to cut them off as his own spoils, as a gift to his uncle Wang who had always The arrogant and evil who covered himself up.

Ao Moli, Prince Fengyun, has never missed what he wants in this world. [

The gap between high-level spiritual power and intermediate-level ancient martial arts is almost worlds apart. When Ao Moli strikes again, he has not allowed her to have any chance to breathe. His tyrannical nature determines that under his command, no one will be allowed. A person tramples on his dignity, especially a woman.

After retreating again and again, Qing Kuang gradually lost the slightest strength to fight back, and even dodging and parrying seemed to be extremely difficult. .