Xia Houjiang sneered and stopped talking. A loser in physical education thought that he would stand shoulder to shoulder with An'er. What a fool's dream!
At the main stage, the young instructor finally sat up straight. Instead of being lazy before, he looked at Mo Qingluo with a hint of interest in his eyes, "The show has finally begun."
Xiahou Ning'an looked sarcastically at the people of the Mo family below who were cheering for Mo Qingluo. Hey, the light of rice grains competed with the sun and the moon.
"The battle has officially begun!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Xiahou Ning'an flew to Mo Qingluo's side, sweeping towards Mo Qingluo's right leg with sharp force. The gap caused by her height was also reversed by her jumping up, looking down from a high position.
There was a hint of cruelty in Mo Qingluo's eyes, it was always possible to destroy him without killing him.
Mo Qingluo, who was opposite, seemed not to have seen it and remained standing still. Everyone was shocked and helpless at the same time. Sure enough, it was over?
But in the next moment, Xiahou Ning'an's legs were swept away, and she had to use her strength to turn over several times in the air, and turned back with gritted teeth.
"Afterimage!"
The young instructor's eyes became more and more interesting, "Interesting..."
Mo Qingluo's eyes when looking at Xiahou Ning'an were equally cold. In just a moment, two figures, one red and one blue, were entangled in the field with a strong wind. Neither of them was willing to give in, and everyone below was so quick to do so.
The figures of the two people could not be seen clearly.
Everyone stared at the two figures without blinking. They were both fighting, so the two beauties were naturally more pleasing to the eye.
Seeing the two people fighting fiercely in the field, the eyes of all the geniuses were full of surprise. It was obviously beyond their expectations that Mo Qingluo and Xiahou Ning'an could reach this point.
The next moment, a figure flew out directly. Everyone rubbed their eyes and saw Xiahou Ning'an rolling up from the ground in embarrassment. His messy hair was no longer as smooth as before, and the blood on the corner of his mouth showed that
The battle just now was so fierce, but looking at Mo Qingluo, there was still no dust on her red dress, and her beautiful face was still cold and expressionless.
Everyone couldn't help but gasp, so the one who was thrown out... was Xiahou Ning'an?
Xiahou Ning'an wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and chuckled softly, "Mo Qingluo, it seems that I underestimated you, but I'm afraid you can't afford to anger me."
As soon as he finished speaking, silver spiritual power surged out from his hands crazily, making "chichi" sounds in the air.
"It's the thunder-attributed spiritual power! The little witch has the thunder-attributed spiritual power of the seventh-level spiritual vein!"
"Isn't the thunder attribute the most destructive attribute besides the dark attribute?"
"I saw with my own eyes that someone angered the little witch last time, and she directly used thunder-attribute spiritual power to blow it up until there was no ash left!"
In an instant, the winding sound of thunder and lightning sounded like the sound of an explosion, and the silver spiritual power moved towards Mo Qingluo like a spiritual snake. Mo Qingluo's pupils shrank. Is this the so-called spiritual power?
His thoughts paused for a moment, but his steps sped briskly, and the next moment he appeared behind Xiahou Ning'an. Xiahou Ning'an curled her lips and turned around.
As if the power of silver lightning had eyes, it followed Mo Qingluo's direction directly.
Mo Qingluo turned over directly, raised his feet and walked towards Xiahou Ning'an.
Being pursued by the power of thunder and lightning, they still did not forget to take the initiative to attack. Everyone could not help but hold their breath and stared at the battle without blinking, for fear of missing this rare battle in a century.
On the other side of the platform, Shen Qi'an and Xia Houyu seemed to have the most tacit understanding. They stopped fighting at the same time and looked at the stage where Mo Qingluo and Xiahou Ning'an were standing.