Qin Feng and others who were still talking in the gym couldn't help but look outside when they heard this movement.
Bai Yan frowned and said, "Could it be that he made a mistake in his attack and seriously injured the person who entered the ring?"
Not long after, a disciple from the Sword Alliance hurried over and said anxiously: "Report to Master, someone broke into the ring and seriously injured the disciple guarding the ring. Please go and have a look."
Hearing this, several people were shocked and ran towards the outside of the gym.
The spectators all around had shocked expressions on their faces. Qin Feng looked towards the ring and saw a scarred middle-aged man with a ferocious face, a sneer on his face, and a look of disdain.
On the other side, the disciple who was originally guarding the ring had his chest collapsed and vomiting blood, as if his life was hanging by a thread.
Without any hesitation, Qin Feng jumped up and came to the side of the seriously injured disciple.
Golden light flashed in his eyes, and the condition inside the seriously injured disciple's body was clearly visible.
"The sternum was broken and the internal organs were damaged. Fortunately, the heart was not pierced by the sternum, otherwise he would have died."
After quickly determining the situation, Qin Feng's fingertips gathered together and immediately began to treat the seriously injured disciple.
However, the scarred man said coldly: "The competition is not over yet. Where did the bastard break the rules?"
As he finished speaking, he gathered all his energy and punched out, like a tiger roaring.
Such a fierce killing move, aimed directly at Qin Feng's heart, is obviously going to kill him!
However, Qin Feng turned a deaf ear to this and concentrated on treating the seriously injured disciple, racing against time.
Halfway through the attack, the sword energy was like a violent wave, easily cutting it into pieces.
Bai Wushuang stood behind Qin Feng, his expression not as casual as usual, but as frosty.
When the scarred man saw this, he immediately shrugged and said, "Is this how the reputation of the Sword Alliance was built? One person is no match, so they send two or three people? Then I feel inferior."
Bai Yan frowned and said coldly, "Your Excellency, you are at the fourth level of Shenwu, but you are competing with a fifth-level disciple?"
The man didn't take it seriously, but sneered: "When we set up the ring, you didn't say you can't bully the small, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.
Could it be that this scarred man's head was caught in the door, so he dared to say such outrageous words in front of the Sword Emperor?
If the big can bully the small, then how many people in the world can rival Bai Yan who has already entered the second-grade realm?
Bai Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what the other party meant by this move.
On the other side, in the attic of the nearby teahouse, the third prince couldn't help but sneer when he saw this scene.
Naturally, he found the man with the scar, a bandit from the Southern Region, a man who licks blood with the tip of his knife.
As long as Sword Emperor Bai Yan is in charge, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to defeat the Sword Alliance.
That's why he settled for the next best thing and just wanted to make the other person sick.
But he didn't expect that the person he was looking for would be so smart, seriously injuring a disciple of the Sword Alliance without saying a word, and even say such reckless things.
The guard on the side said solemnly: "Your Highness, I always feel that there is something wrong with this person."
"He's just a murderer who fights to the death all the time. He must be bloodthirsty. So what if there is a problem? His life and death have nothing to do with me."
After hearing this, the guard shut his mouth knowingly and said no more.
On the ring, Bai Wushuang asked coldly: "Dad, what do you say?"
Bai Yan glanced at the seriously injured disciple who was being treated by Qin Feng, and replied calmly: "Save your breath."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red light flashed in the scarred man's eyes. He actually had no intention of retreating, but laughed wildly and took the initiative!
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
Even though he was the third prince, he also frowned. Bai Wushuang could be compared with Liu Jianli, and his reputation as a third-grade sword god was naturally well known.
How is this middle-aged Scar's behavior different from seeking death? Could it be that he has something to rely on?
However, nothing unexpected happened.
His own disciple was seriously injured, and the other party was still so arrogant and domineering. Naturally, Bai Wushuang would not show mercy.
The sword was cast out of my bones, and the bone sword in his hand took shape. The sword energy surged, and with just one sword, the middle-aged man was chopped off.
A sword mark extended from the neck down to the waist and abdomen, and blood was flowing. The middle-aged man was lying on the ground, unable to resist.
"That's it?" Bai Yan murmured to himself, releasing his Qi machine to sense the scarred man's breath, but there was nothing unusual.
Bai Wushuang didn't pay much attention to the man. He had already held back the sword just now, otherwise the other man would definitely die.
Walking to Qin Feng's side, she asked aloud: "What's wrong?"
Qin Feng took a breath and put away the fingertips: "The bleeding has stopped, and there is no fear of life for now. However, you need to rest for the next few days. I will prepare a medicine later and just take it on time."
At the same time, outside the crowd, a silver-haired man in yellow clothes raised the corners of his mouth, put his fingers together and raised his hand towards the void.
The scarred man, who was supposed to be incapacitated, saw a flash of red in his eyes, and then he rolled his tongue and swallowed the pill in his mouth. The sword mark on his chest stopped bleeding instantly, and the aura around his body surged!
That is the aura that only a third-grade Qi Xuan realm martial artist can have!
The scarred man suddenly rose up, his body was faster than thunder, and his right hand was like a tiger's claw, and he suddenly thrust towards Qin Feng.
The arena could not withstand its powerful force, and it shattered in an instant.
The sudden scene shocked the onlookers.
However, Qin Feng and others have gone through countless hardships in life and death, how could they not react?
The bone sword in Bai Wu's hands took shape again, and Qin Feng also mobilized the righteousness in his body and planned to use the Haotian Mirror.
But at this critical moment, their bodies suddenly froze, and their whole bodies seemed to be entangled in chains, unable to move.
Bai Yan sensed something, turned around suddenly, and looked through the crowd, landing on the silver-haired man in yellow. The latter squinted his eyes and made a silent gesture.
For a moment, the strong wind wrinkled and rolled towards Bai Yan like a sharp blade!
The latter had to take action!
Seeing the scarred man's attack approaching, Qin Feng's eyes widened and he kept shouting in his heart, move, move!
Hongmeng's immortal energy entered his eyes, and his innate energy was mobilized.
Severe pain hit his shoulder, and Qin Feng finally entered the mysterious state of divine power.
Time seemed to stop flowing. Only then did he see clearly that the reason why he and Bai Wushuang temporarily lost control of their bodies was because the invisible airflow bound them both like shackles!
Violent!
The cry of the phoenix sounded instantly, and the huge fire phoenix took shape. Its wings flapped, and scorching air waves rushed towards the face. The flames surged and evaporated the invisible air currents.
This is the magic of immortality - the magic of Phoenix Immortal Fire!
The fire phoenix screamed and rushed towards the scarred man.
The latter was a state of cultivation that was forcibly improved by the elixir, and his hard strength was naturally average. In addition, he had been seriously injured before, and he was already at the end of his strength.
He was repulsed by just one blow and fell to the ground, his whole body charred black.
Bai Wushuang broke free from the restraints and looked at the scar on Qin Feng's shoulder, looking anxious: "Are you okay?"
Qin Feng shook his head and looked sideways at the silver-haired man outside the crowd: "Hurry up and help Senior Bai Yan."
The silver-haired man avoided Bai Yan's sword energy and then struck with his right hand. The strong wind swept away Qin Feng's blood from the scarred man's right hand.
Holding the blood in his hand, the silver-haired man felt something in his heart. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Haowen Academy, and suddenly smiled and said: "A little person like me is not worthy of your constant concern."
As the words fell, the fresh air enveloped them.
But in the blink of an eye, this mysterious silver-haired man disappeared out of thin air.
"Immortal method - shrink the ground into an inch." Qin Feng said in a deep voice.