"I lost."

Li Changmian lowered his head and uttered a few words with difficulty.

Although he was a little unwilling, he had to admit that the gap between him and Hong Juding was too big.

If he continued to fight, not only would he have no chance of winning, but he would also lose his life in vain.

"You are already very good to be able to block my sword without dying."

After throwing down a sentence coldly, Hong Juding turned and walked off the stage.

Li Changmian's strength was indeed mediocre, but it did not arouse his interest.

"Congratulations to contestant No. 2 Hong Juding for winning!"

The referee Zhang Qizhen quickly announced the result of the game.

In an instant, the audience applauded like thunder.

Although the battle was short, the wonderful collision just now was commendable, especially Hong Juding's strength, which was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the audience.

If he didn't draw his sword, it would be fine. Once he drew his sword, it would be earth-shattering and unparalleled.

"What a pity."

In the main audience, Xiao Wuming shook his head and looked very regretful.

It would have been wonderful if Hong Juding had killed Li Changmian with that sword just now.

The Sword Sect lost a genius directly, and it might even arouse internal conflicts. This is a scene that the world would like to see happen.

"Master Xiao, you seem very disappointed that my disciple is not dead." Hong Xingchao next to him glanced coldly.

"Master Xiao misunderstood, I just suddenly thought of a sad thing." Xiao Wuming smiled coldly.

"Really?" Hong Xingchao smiled coldly: "Then you will probably be even more sad in a while."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Xiao Wuming raised his eyebrows. JrNovels.com