C1082 The Youngest Golden-armored Commander

Blood Sword Saint's body was covered in blood, but he was extremely determined.

He stood shakily at the edge of the martial arts stage, as if he could fall down at any time.

However, he was still persisting.

Even if it was the last drop of blood, he had to persist.

This was the glory of the martial artist, the glory of sword cultivator.

Xia Sheng, did he really lose?

At this moment