My wife is a sword god

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 broke into 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."

After hearing this, several people were shocked and ran towards the outside of the gym.

Everyone in the audience looked horrified. 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 situation inside the seriously injured disciple's body was clearly visible.

"The sternum was shattered 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.

Seeing this, the scarred man immediately shrugged and said, "Is this how the reputation of the Sword Alliance was created? If one person is no match, they send two or three people? Then I feel inferior."

Bai Yan frowned and said coldly, "Your Excellency, you are in the fourth level of divine martial arts, but you are going to compete 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-level 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 capable, seriously injuring a disciple of the Sword Alliance without saying anything, 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 for life and 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 the third prince frowned. Bai Wushuang could be compared with Liu Jianli, and the reputation of the third-grade sword god was naturally well known.

This middle-aged Scar's behavior is no different from seeking death. Could it be that he has something to rely on?

However, nothing unexpected happened.

His disciple was seriously injured, and the other party was still so arrogant and domineering. Naturally, Bai Wushuang would not show mercy.

The sword made of my bones was unleashed, 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 him 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 been tempered countless times 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, the bodies of the two suddenly stopped, and their bodies seemed to be entangled by chains and could not move.

Bai Yan sensed something and turned around abruptly. His sight passed through the crowd and fell on the silver-haired man in yellow clothes. The latter squinted and made a silent gesture.

For a moment, the wind wrinkled and rolled towards Bai Yan like a sharp blade!

The latter had to take action to deal with it!

Seeing the attack of the scarred man was approaching, Qin Feng's eyes widened and he kept shouting in his heart, move, move!

The Hongmeng immortal energy entered his eyes, and the innate Qi was mobilized.

Qin Feng finally stepped into the mysterious state of divine power with a severe pain on his shoulder.

Time seemed to stop flowing. At this time, he saw clearly that the reason why he and Bai Wushuang temporarily lost the condition of their bodies was because the invisible airflow bound them like shackles!

Violent!

The cry of the phoenix sounded instantly, and a huge fire phoenix took shape. With its wings flapped, a scorching wave of air rushed towards him, and the raging flames evaporated the invisible airflow.

This is the fairy method - the art of phoenix fire!

The fire phoenix screamed and pounced on the scarred man.

The latter was a cultivation realm forcibly improved by the elixir, so his hard power was naturally average. In addition, he had been seriously injured before, and he was already at the end of his strength.

He was repelled with just one blow and fell to the ground, his whole body charred.

Bai Wushuang broke free from the restraints and looked at the scar on Qin Feng's shoulder with an anxious look: "Are you okay?"

Qin Feng shook his head and looked sideways at the silver-haired man outside the crowd: "Go and help Senior Bai Yan."

The silver-haired man avoided Bai Yan's sword energy, and then with a move of his right hand, the strong wind swept Qin Feng's blood from the scarred man's right hand.

Holding the blood in his palm, the silver-haired man felt something in his heart, turned his head and looked in the direction of Haowenyuan, and suddenly smiled and said: "A small person like me is not worth your concern."

As soon as the voice fell, the clear air enveloped him.

But in the blink of an eye, the mysterious silver-haired man disappeared out of thin air.

"Immortal technique-shrinking the earth into an inch." Qin Feng said in a deep voice.