Chapter 1583: Battle of Duel Platform (4)

The servant did not disappoint himself. In this case, the people in the Foreign Affairs Pavilion would undoubtedly lose.

As the dust on the stage dissipated, the people in the stage gradually saw the situation on the stage. The two sides were evenly confronting each other, but Mo Li from the Foreign Affairs Pavilion was slightly inferior.

The mysterious force around Wei Xiong suddenly increased, and he instantly crushed Mo Li with an extremely powerful aura. The momentum expanded outward from the duel stage, and everyone nearby was forced to retreat several steps backwards.

"I heard that your cultivation has been in the stage ten years ago, now it seems that it is much more than that, and the information is completely inaccurate."

Mo Li struggled a little, but he could notice that the man named Wei Xiong in front of him did not make a killer move on him. He has always been in the Foreign Affairs Pavilion with his strength. Now he has been defeated by Wei Xiong one after another, and he can't help but grit his teeth and try his best. If he loses this battle, then the entire Foreign Affairs Pavilion will really lose.

Thinking about this, Mo Li's moves on the stage became more and more fierce and murderous. The moves were approaching Wei Xiong's life gate. Wei Xiong still had no intention of taking action, and only focused on his own defense.

Everyone in the audience was anxious when they looked at the battle situation in front of them, but they couldn't use their strength and could only be nervous for Wei Xiong.

Tianming, who was originally swearing, had a slight crack on his face, and he thought that his first victory was just a lucky draw.

Wei Xiong was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger in this guest Curie. He was always paying attention to his tense expression. Mo Li barely persevered, and the honor and disgrace of winning and losing suddenly pressed on his shoulders alone, making him breathless.

"Young Master Tianming, my concubine has a plan. This second game will definitely win you."

Just as Tianming was standing in the audience, the ants like a hot pan were rushing around, Yue'er, who was hiding among the crowd, had already arrived next to Tianming without knowing it, and said softly to Tianming's ears.

Tianming instantly restrained the worried expression on his face and looked at the maid who suddenly appeared beside him in surprise.

"This is my concubine's trick," Yue'er looked at Tianming's slightly loose expression and stuffed the purple-text-falling porcelain bottle in her hand into Tianming's hand. "If the people from your Foreign Affairs Pavilion have not won this battle, they may become a laughing stock inside and outside the Yue Palace in the next place."

Yue'er smiled slightly. After doing this, she seemed to have nothing happened before, and walked towards the other side of the viewing platform with steady steps.

At this time, the situation on the duel stage became a little nervous, because Mo Li had successfully attacked while Wei was not paying attention, and the situation on the field changed instantly, and Mo Li was at the upper hand.

"Mr. Wei, you should be more serious in duels with me, otherwise things like what happened just now will happen frequently."

Mo Li realized that Wei Xiong's mind was not on the game just now, and he felt a little angry. He grabbed the gap and attacked. Unexpectedly, Wei Xiong really hit his own trick.

"Brother Mo, don't worry, I, Wei Xiong, will naturally do my best to this duel."

For some reason, when saying this, a slight melancholy flashed through Wei Xiong's eyes, which was not what the winner should have.

After the words fell, the two of them confronted each other again in the anticipated eyes of everyone. The two mysterious forces were in a stalemate on the duel stage. One of them was much stronger than the other, but they had not decided the outcome for a long time.

Suddenly, Wei Xiong's killing move suddenly became fierce. He no longer cared about his own defense, but instead attacked Mo Li, and his unsightly movements hit Mo Li frequently.

Mo Li, who had several moves, bounced back and hit the ground heavily. Everyone sighed and stared at Mo Li with anxiety, hoping that he could stand up.

The bloody smell that spread in his mouth made Mo Li's whole state look much more depressed. He could clearly feel the pain in his limbs. His blood-colored eyes stared at Wei Xiong standing not far away, and he was confused and puzzled.

Wei Xiong didn't launch an attack at all just now, so why did he suddenly start to take action? He struggled to stand up from the ground and quickly stuffed a black pill into his mouth. His originally tired body was driven away by the warmth dispersed from the center of his body.

Mo Li was so excited that the people present were very surprised. He was truly an important disciple of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion. Even if he was attacked like this, he could still be safe and sound.

"Wei Xiong, if we hadn't played in different places, I believe we would have become friends for the exchange, but I will do my best next!"

Wei Xiong was so old that he could improve his strength and realm. This was an extreme shock to Mo Li, but even so, it was not enough to compare these things with the dignity of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion. No matter what, even if he was abolished, he would definitely win this victory.

"..." Wei Xiong looked silently at the mysterious aura that was lingering around Mo Li at this moment, which was much stronger than the aura that was revealed on his body before. Many people thought that Mo Li had concealed his strength and had been testing Wei Xiong's skills before.

After these confrontations, he had already figured out Wei Xiong and decided to start.

With blood in the duel arena, Wei Xiong could clearly feel the suppression of Mo Li's momentum. He had already responded with ease, but at this time he became particularly difficult.

Mo Li's entire body seemed to have suddenly increased several times, absolutely crushing Wei Xiong.

Just as everyone was amazed, Wei Xiong on the duel stage was directly knocked off the stage by Mo Li, and his body slid far against the ground, and he could clearly see the blood stains on Wei Xiong's arms.

He vomited blood directly on the ground. His brother stood on his head, looking at Mo Li, who was already in a mad manner, and remained silent, allowing the referee to stand in the middle and shouted the words "The Second Victory of the Foreign Affairs Pavilion".

Everyone in the residence saw the seriously injured Wei Xiong running over to heal Wei Xiong. Chen Wen was the first to run to the front. With a slightly familiar hand, he took out a small white bottle from his chest and poured it out the only small ball inside and stuffed it into Wei Xiong's mouth.

“Are there any other discomforts?”

Chen Wen asked Wei Xiong softly, and the people he accompanied were glaring at the Foreign Affairs Pavilion over there with anger. In this duel, Wei Xiong did not take any ruthless measures many times and even let Mo Li go, but the man actually repaid his grudges.

"Wei Xiong, that person is not good at all. Why didn't you hurt him seriously directly before you took action?"
Chapter completed!