"There were only seven swords before, but I didn't expect that in just one year, two more swords would recognize their master. This kid is much better than I was back then."

Hong Xingchao touched his chin, his expression was both surprised and relieved.

He was very confident in Hong Juding from the beginning, but the other party's performance was still beyond his expectations.

You know, the more swords Hong Juding has, the stronger his combat power will be.

When he had seven swords, he had already become the top of the Tianjiao list. Now that he has nine swords, his strength is naturally much higher.

"He is indeed a child of destiny!"

At this moment, even Zhang Yuzhen couldn't help but sigh.

Nine swords recognized their master, and he can control them freely. His talent and deep cultivation are far superior to those of his peers.

It is true that talents emerge in every generation, and new people replace old people.

Compared to their era, today's young people are undoubtedly more evil.

"There will be a good show to watch." Mo Hentian smiled sinisterly.

Dogs bite dogs, and both get a mouthful of fur.

It doesn't matter who wins or loses between the Tianxiahui and the Jianzong, as long as they fight hard, it would be best if both sides suffer losses.

In this way, the Wu Gu Cult can also take advantage of it.

Of course, she was just having fun, and she never thought about the championship.

Although her granddaughter has good talent, she is still a little worse than the monsters like Lu Changge and Hong Juding.

She has no confidence in fighting with these two people.

She is satisfied with winning the third place.

At this moment, on the ring, the sword energy keeps flowing, and a strong pressure keeps hitting Han Feiyang's heart.

"No! I haven't lost yet! I can fight again! I still have a chance to win!" JrNovels.com