quiet.

The entire scene suddenly became silent.

Everyone stared blankly, not even daring to take a breath.

In the main auditorium, Xiao Wuming was so excited that he stood up directly, his face full of nervousness.

But he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of scaring Hong Juding and accidentally killing Han Feiyang.

As the hope for the future of Tianxiahui, he devoted all his efforts and resources to Han Feiyang.

If Han Feiyang is lost here, it will be a huge blow to the entire Tianxia Association.

Compared to Xiao Wuming's panic, Hong Xingchao and Mo Hentian secretly applauded.

I wish Hong Juding could pierce Han Feiyang with his sword.

As a result, Tianxiahui will not be able to recover within ten years.

"Ta...ta...ta..."

Han Feiyang stiffened his body, looking at the Shenque Sword so close at hand, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

When he came out, drops of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping on the ground and blooming into a flower of water.

He knew that he had lost.

As long as Hong Juding is willing, he will splash blood on the spot.

"return."

After a few seconds of stalemate, Hong Juding finally did not kill him.

With just a slight tap of his sword finger, the Shenque Sword immediately turned around, spun around in the air, and then returned to the sword box.

Not only the Divine Palace Sword, but also the other eight divine swords were sheathed one after another.

In between breaths, the arena that had just been filled with a murderous atmosphere suddenly became peaceful.

"If I can use the Shenque Sword, you can barely be considered an opponent. I hope you can become stronger in the future."

After saying a calm word, Hong Juding turned around and got off the ring.

Han Feiyang's performance just now indeed exceeded his expectations.

I thought that three sword strikes would determine the outcome, but I didn't expect that the opponent had to endure the seventh sword blow before losing. JrNovels.com