At this moment, Elder Lin really couldn't laugh at all.
The wound on Zhu Changge's waist was not shallow, and the blood flowed all over the floor. Coupled with Fu Lingtian's beating on his wound just now, Zhu Changge's complexion was extremely pale. He subconsciously wanted to force himself to stand up, But Elder Mo's voice suddenly sounded.
"Zhu Changge, that's enough."
Zhu Changge's face was gray and pale as he was holding on. He looked at Fu Lingtian who was a few steps away with a stiff body. His eyes were full of unwillingness, and he was almost...
"Elder Mo!" Elder Lin froze when he heard Elder Mo's words, and wanted to say something.
Elder Mo shook his head and said, "If we fight again, Zhu Changge will die here."
Elder Mo's words were like a basin of cold water poured on the top of Elder Lin's head. Elder Lin looked at Zhu Changge, who was covered in blood, and his face turned pale.
Zhu Changge's injury was not serious. Fu Lingtian had found an opportunity when he was in his prime. Now, even if he continues to fight with this injured body, he will die slowly, and it is impossible to reverse the situation.
Elder Lin's previous full of expectations disappeared at this moment. He secretly clenched his fists, took a deep breath and said, "Zhu Changge, come down."
Zhu Changge's face was blank, but he didn't dare to disobey the orders of the two elders, so he could only accept his fate and dropped the sharp sword in his hand as an admission of defeat.
Zhu Changge was helped down from the ring by several disciples. He covered the wound on his waist with both hands, and blood kept flowing from his fingers, but he looked annoyed, hating himself for not being more careful .
At this moment, the hearts of everyone in the Xuanling Sect seemed to be crushed by a huge rock. The glimmer of hope that had just risen was completely wiped out by Zhu Changge's defeat.
"It's over... Brother Zhu has lost, we are afraid this time..." The faces of the disciples were full of despair.
Zhu Changge is the most powerful disciple in this trip, and now that even he has been defeated, the Xuanling Sect has no possibility of competing for the first place.
Not only that, although Feng Yiran of Fengyuezong was defeated before, his injuries were not serious, and he can participate in the competition for second place tomorrow, but Zhu Changge...
Looking at the long trail of blood under Zhu Changge's body, everyone's mood was extremely depressed.
It will be the competition for the second place tomorrow, and with Zhu Changge's serious injury, he probably won't have the chance to participate.
Seeing this, the elders of Qinglin Sect finally showed a proud smile on their faces again.
"Elder Mo, I've accepted." Elder Qing Linzong looked at Elder Mo with a pale complexion and said with a smile, but the pride in his brows and eyes was undisguised.
"Elder Qian, you Fu Lingtian's shot is probably too heavy." Before Elder Mo could speak, Elder Lin with a gloomy face beside him spoke first.
He took a look at Zhu Changge's injuries. If it weren't for Zhu Changge's physical condition being strong enough, Fu Lingtian's way of doing it alone would have cost half his life.
The three competitions are always done on a one-to-one basis, but Fu Lingtian's move was too dark.
The elder of Qing Linzong said disapprovingly: "In the martial arts arena, the sword has no eyes, even if there are some casualties, it is normal."
Elder Lin's face darkened.
Elder Mo's face is not very good at the moment.
Zhu Changge is already their biggest bargaining chip in this competition. Now that they have lost so badly, how can anyone still play