After the first game, it was time for the halftime break.

Today, there was plenty of time, so the process of the game was not fast. After each game, there would be a show to set the atmosphere and give the next contestant enough time to prepare.

After a song and dance performance, the second game started soon.

Zhang Qizheng walked onto the stage again, looked at the battle list in his hand, and said loudly: "The second game is contestant No. 2 Hong Juding against contestant No. 7 Li Changmian!"

As soon as this was said, the audience could not help but whisper.

Hong Juding and Li Changmian are both disciples of the Sword Sect. Now that the two of them meet, it is considered a civil war in the Sword Sect.

"Oh my! Master Hong, your Sword Sect is not very lucky. Your disciples are actually killing each other? It's really sad!"

In the main audience, Xiao Wuming shook his head and said sarcastically.

Just now, he was disgusted by Hong Xingchao, and now he finally got the chance to fight back.

At this point, even if they are fellow disciples, they can't show mercy.

After all, the opportunity to rise to the top in one step is right in front of them, who would give up?

Once the two of them fight, there will inevitably be casualties.

He is naturally happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.

"Humph! Our Sword Sect is just unlucky, and your Tianxiahui is not strong enough. Even if one person is eliminated in this game, our Sword Sect can still win the championship. As for you...it's a question whether you can enter the finals!" Hong Xingchao retorted.

There are two Sword Sect disciples in the quarterfinals, and he was quite happy at first.

I thought both of them had a chance to advance to the semifinals, but I didn't expect them to meet in the second round. It's really a bit unlucky.

"Hehe... What you should worry about now is not whether our Tianxiahui disciples can enter the finals, but whether your two beloved disciples will fight to the death?"

Xiao Wuming smiled: "They are all first-class talents. It would be a pity if one of them is lost!"

"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is determined by God. Since you are on the stage, you must be prepared for the worst. If you are not strong enough, you deserve to die." Hong Xingchao said coldly.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Master Hong is really heartless!" Xiao Wuming shook his head.

"You two, the contestants have already entered the stage, so just watch the game quietly." Mo Hentian said suddenly.

After Hong Xingchao and Xiao Wuming glared at each other, they stopped talking and cast their eyes on the ring.

The first to go on stage was Hong Juding, who was carrying a sword box on his back and still looked as cold as ice.

The whole person stood there, like a sword out of its sheath, with a sharp aura all over his body.

On the other hand, Li Changmian, although also a disciple of the Sword Sect, has a much softer aura.

With a natural smile on his face, he gives people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

If Hong Juding is the ice in the depths of the Nine Netherworld, exuding coldness everywhere; then Li Changmian is the sun in winter, warm and kind. JrNovels.com