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

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"Oops! It seems that Qingkuang is doomed! Mu, think of a way!"

Duan Muxiu stood under the stage, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, tightly tugging on Dongfang Mu's arm, and even began to gear up, eager to try.

Although with his strength, if he really jumped onto the stage, he would be torn to pieces by Ao Moli soon.

"Duanmu, why are you in a hurry! Right now, there are people who are more anxious than you!" [

Dongfang Musi said something calmly, and his eyes were already on the side of the stage.

There, just behind Qingkuang, a dark red figure unknowingly flew towards the girl carrying the piano.

"Lead him to attack your middle dantian!"

Beside Qingkuang's ear, a very familiar voice came erratically, but there was no real figure of Ao Junxie behind him.

Before he could react, his feet were suddenly empty, and he stopped hastily. At this moment, he had already retreated to the edge of the ring.

Qing Kuang suddenly grasped the body of the qin with both hands, turned it over abruptly, and immediately the simple and thick black guqin was conveniently blocked in front of his chest like a solid copper wall.

Just subconsciously, Ao Moli turned his wrist, and the sharp point of the sword stabbed at the vital part of the maddened dantian.

However, with this full blow, the sharpness was still an inch away from Qingkuang's body, and suddenly a black iron wall flew in front of him.

Bah!

There was a loud, dull bang.

Feng Qingkuang's stringed ink guqin came out of his hand, like a meteorite, it hit your chest solidly on Prince Fengyun's Ao Moli.

The force of this blow was so powerful that Ao Moli was about to get up, but he unleashed a powerful force from left to right, forcing him to stagger back and forth.

Ten steps, twenty steps... Ao Moli still showed no sign of being able to stabilize his body.

"not good!"

Aomo cried out suddenly in his heart, and tried his best to support his body, but it was still a step too late, his foot slipped, his body tilted, and he fell under the ring.

Ao Moli struggled to stabilize his body, and stood there blankly, his face livid, without saying a word.

The opponent knew his own abilities so well that he had just the right amount of force to knock him off the ring!

There is only one person in this world who can do this!

In the square, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the last person on the ring—Feng Qingkuang. [

There was silence for a while.

Qing Kuang walked over slowly and picked up the stringed ink guqin on the ground.

Behind him, the strong and masculine force slowly spread throughout his body, gradually returning to peace.

She raised her eyes and looked to the side, but she inadvertently gave Ao Junxie a grateful expression in her heart. If it wasn't for him, I'm afraid, she wouldn't have won so easily just now.

Beside the steps, Ao Junxie's tall body was wrapped in that fiery red robe, and he was showing an arrogant look at her that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Ahem! Teacher Mu Liufeng, it's time to announce the result!"

Ao Junxie casually glanced at Ao Moli standing quietly under the steps, and said indifferently to Mu Liufeng next to Suo Wenming.

Mu Liufeng was stunned, he didn't come back to his senses for a while, and looked at Suo Wenming in a blink of an eye, but saw that the old man's brows were frowning tightly, and his lips were tightly closed.

"Prince! This Feng Qingkuang is clearly someone secretly..."

On the stage, Ao Moli's followers couldn't hold back any longer, they rushed forward, roaring eagerly.