My wife is a sword god

Chapter 643 The Powerful Silver-haired Man

Chapter 643 The Powerful Silver-haired Man

Qin Feng and others who were still talking in the gymnasium couldn't help but look out when they heard this movement.

Bai Yan frowned and said, "Could it be that he missed his shot and seriously injured the intruder?"

It didn't take long before a disciple from the Sword Alliance hurried over and said anxiously: "Report to Master, someone broke into the ring and seriously injured the disciple who was guarding the ring. Go and have a look."

Hearing this, several people were all startled, and ran towards the outside of the gymnasium.

All the audience around looked shocked. Qin Feng looked towards the ring, and saw a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, with a sneer and a look of disdain.

On the other side, the former guarding disciple's chest collapsed and he spit out 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.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and he could clearly see what was going on in the seriously injured disciple's body.

"The sternum was shattered, and the internal organs were damaged. Fortunately, the heart was not pierced by the sternum, otherwise he would definitely die."

After quickly confirming the situation, Qin Feng's fingertips gathered white inches, and immediately wanted to treat the seriously injured disciple.

However, the man with the scar said coldly: "The fight is not over yet, where did the bastards break the rules!"

After the words fell, the strength gathered, and he punched out like a tiger roaring.

Such a ferocious killing move aimed directly at Qin Feng's back, obviously to kill him!

However, Qin Feng turned a deaf ear to this and devoted himself to treating the seriously injured disciple, racing against time.

Halfway through the punch, a wave of sword energy easily chopped it into pieces.

Bai Wushuang stood behind Qin Feng, his expression was not as casual as usual, but frosty.

Seeing this, the man with the scar immediately shrugged his shoulders and said, "Is this how the Sword League gained its reputation? One person is not an opponent, so two or three are sent? Then I feel inferior."

Bai Yan in the audience frowned and said in a cold voice: "Your Excellency, who is in the fourth-rank realm of martial arts, but you are going to compete with a fifth-rank disciple?"

The man didn't take it seriously, instead he sneered: "When the ring was set up, you didn't say that you can't use the big to bully the small, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

Could it be that this scarred man's head was caught by the door, and he dared to say such crazy words in front of the Sword Emperor?
If the big can bully the small, how many people in the world are his opponents for Bai Yan who has already stepped into the second rank?
Bai Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and didn't know what the other party meant by this move.

On the other side, in the attic of the adjacent teahouse, the third prince couldn't help sneering when he saw this scene.

The man with the scar was naturally found by him, a bandit from the southern region, a man who licks blood with the tip of a knife.

As long as there is Sword Emperor Bai Yan in charge, it is undoubtedly a dream to defeat the Sword League.

That's why he settled for the next best thing, only thinking about disgusting the other party.

But he didn't expect that the person he found was so kind, he seriously injured the disciple of the Sword Dao League without saying that, and even said such life-or-death words.

The guard on the side said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, I always feel that there is something wrong with this person."

"It's just a murderer who has been fighting to the death all year round. He must be bloodthirsty. Even if there is a problem, so what? His life and death have nothing to do with me."

Hearing this, the guard closed his mouth wisely and didn't say anything more.

On the ring, Bai Wushuang asked coldly, "Father, what do you say?"

Bai Yan glanced at the seriously injured disciple who was being healed by Qin Feng, and replied calmly, "Take a breath."

As soon as the words fell, a red light flashed in the eyes of the man with the scar. He had no intention of retreating, but laughed wildly and took the initiative to attack!
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

Even the third prince frowned, since Bai Wushuang can be compared with Liu Jianli, the prestige of the third-rank sword god is naturally well known.

The behavior of this middle-aged man with a scar is no different from seeking death. Could it be that he has some support?
However, the unexpected did not arise.

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 casts my bone and casts it out, the bone sword in the hand takes shape, the sword energy surges, just one sword cuts the middle-aged man into the air.

A sword mark stretched from the neck down to the waist and abdomen, blood was flowing, and the middle-aged man was also lying on the ground, unable to resist.

"That's all?" Bai Yan muttered to himself, released his energy to perceive the breath of the man with the scar, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Bai Wushuang didn't pay much attention to the man, he had already kept his sword just now, otherwise the man would surely die.

Walking to Qin Feng's side, she asked aloud, "What's the matter?"

Qin Feng breathed out lightly, and put away the white inch on his fingertips: "The bleeding has stopped, and there is no danger to his life, but he needs 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, the silver-haired man in yellow raised his mouth and pointed his fingers together towards the void.

The scarred man who was supposed to lose his mobility had a red light flash in his eyes, and then he rolled his tongue and swallowed the elixir in his mouth. The sword mark on his chest stopped bleeding instantly, and his breath soared!
That is the aura that only a martial artist of the third rank Qi Xuan Realm can have!

The man with the scar suddenly jumped up, his figure was faster than Lei Ting's, his right hand was like a tiger's claw, and he suddenly thrust towards Qin Feng.

The arena couldn't bear its powerful force, and it shattered in an instant.

The sudden scene stunned the audience.

However, Qin Feng and the others have been sharpened countless times between 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 righteous energy in his body, intending to use the Haotian mirror.

But at this critical moment, the bodies of the two of them suddenly stopped, as if they were entangled in chains and could not move.

Sensing something, Bai Yan turned around suddenly, his eyes passed through the crowd, and fell on the silver-haired man in yellow clothes, who squinted his eyes and made a silent movement.

All of a sudden, the gust of wind wrinkled like a sharp knife, rolling towards Bai Yan!
The latter had to deal with it!

Seeing that the scarred man's attack was imminent, Qin Feng's eyes widened, and he kept shouting in his heart, move, move!
Hongmeng's celestial energy fell into the eyes, and the innate qi was mobilized.

Severe pain hit his shoulders, and Qin Feng finally stepped into the mysterious state of divine power.

Time seemed to stop flowing, and only then did he see clearly that the reason why he and Bai Wushuang temporarily lost control of their bodies was because the invisible air flow bound them like shackles!

Brutal!
The sound of the phoenix's cry sounded instantly, and a huge fire phoenix took shape. With the flapping of its wings, scorching air waves rushed towards the face, and the raging flames evaporated the invisible airflow.

This is the Immortal Art - Phoenix Immortal Fire Art!

With a scream, the fire phoenix rushed towards the man with the scar.

The latter is a state of cultivation that was forcibly raised by the elixir, and its physical strength is naturally average. In addition, it has been seriously injured before, and it is already at the end of its strength.

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

Bai Wushuang broke free, looked at the scar on Qin Feng's shoulder, and said anxiously, "Are you alright?"

Qin Feng shook his head, 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 received a move with his right hand. The gust of wind swept Qin Feng's blood on the scarred man's right hand.

Holding the blood in the palm of his hand, the silver-haired man felt something in his heart, turned his head to look in the direction of Haowen Institute, and suddenly smiled: "I am such a small person, I am not worthy of your constant concern."

After the voice fell, Qingqi wrapped it up.

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

"Immortal method - shrink the ground to an inch." Qin Feng said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)

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