A romantic encounter with a miraculous doctor

A late-stage cultivator was kicked out of the stage by a mid-stage cultivator. This ending inevitably surprised the audience.

But the strong man was not unwilling or unconvinced, because he knew that he did not lose to the opponent in terms of strength, but completely lost in momentum, the thrilling feeling of being stared at by a mad beast all the time , is beyond the audience's understanding.

The strong man didn't leave, but stood in the audience and continued to watch the battle. He was very curious as to why this guy on the stage was fighting.

Seeing Han Feng winning, Pan Qian in the audience felt a burst of joy at first, but soon, her face returned to worry.Because she knew that this was just the beginning, there would be more powerful enemies in the future, and Han Feng would eventually fall on the stage.

Han Feng didn't think about these things. Right now, the only thing he can do is to fight, keep fighting until he falls down and can't get up again.

After swallowing a recovery qi pill, Han Feng sat cross-legged on the stage and regained his true energy.

When he regained his true energy and stood up, there was already a man standing on the stage.

This man is also in his 30s, with a terrifying scar on his face, he looks ferocious, and his cultivation base is also in the late stage of the realm, but it is much higher than that of a strong man.

Seeing Han Feng get up, the man with the scar said proudly: "If you are sensible, get off the stage quickly."

Han Feng didn't pay attention to the other party, nor was he intimidated by the other party's cultivation base and aura. He didn't say anything, even if he took out the ice sword, even if he was facing a strong man in the sky, he wouldn't have Not flinching.

Seeing that the other party didn't listen to the advice, the man with the scar looked gloomy, and said coldly: "Humph! I wasted my energy!" While speaking, he had already taken out a six-foot long stick. This stick was covered in gold, just like Sun Monkey's golden cudgel.

Obviously, the man with the scar came here for the throne of the son-in-law of the Pan family, so he naturally didn't want to waste his strength and energy on such a small character.

Han Feng was still the same as before, launching the offensive hastily, he swung his sword and rushed at the scarred man, and cast the whirlwind cold sword, the first form of the cold ice swordsmanship.

The man with the scar didn't pay attention to Han Feng at all, and he didn't even hold up his true energy defense.

Originally, to block the opponent's move, he didn't need to use any moves at all, but in order to drive the opponent off the stage as soon as possible, he still waved the long stick at will to perform kung fu moves.

Ye Wutian recognized the move of the man with the scar at a glance. This is the first move of the Xiaofeng stick technique.

This is the third time Ye Wutian has seen this Xiaofeng stick technique, so he is quite familiar with it.

Judging from the strength of both sides, Han Feng will definitely suffer in the first round of the contest.

Just as Ye Wutian expected, Han Feng's moves were obviously less powerful than the opponent's. The moment the ice sword and the long stick collided, Han Feng was forced back a few steps abruptly.

After standing firm, Han Feng immediately launched another offensive.

"Huh! Looking for death!" The scarred man snorted coldly, jumped back a few meters, distanced himself from Han Feng, and then injected true energy into the stick. In order to end this meaningless battle.

Seeing the situation, Han Feng did not continue to chase, but raised his sword to prepare for the same move. With his mid-level cultivation, the most powerful move he can use is the second form of the Ice Sword Technique, Freezing Three Zhangs.

"Brother Yang, can that man's ice sword beat this scarred man?" Ding Jie asked Ye Wutian after seeing the posture of both sides.

"Naturally, it is invincible. The opponent's move is in the late stage of the realm. In addition, the cultivation base of the two sides is far apart. This blow may determine the victory or defeat." Ye Wutian replied, and said again. Sigh, he was worried for Han Feng, judging from his previous posture, he might not easily admit defeat.

"Since he knows he can't beat the opponent, why does he have to work so hard?" Ding Jie asked puzzled.

Ye Wutian didn't say anything more, quietly observing the situation on the stage.

Although it is not appropriate to make a shot in this kind of group arena, if Han Feng's life is in danger, he will still make a decisive shot.

On the stage, the man with the scar was nearing the end of accumulating energy, and a fierce whirlwind had gathered on the long stick in his hand, which was also dyed golden under the golden glow of the long stick.

On the opposite side, Han Feng's moves were almost ready, the huge ice sword he lifted above his head was glowing with gray-white chills, and it looked no different from the real ice sword.

After a while, the long stick in the hand of the man with the scar suddenly swung a strong gust of wind where the long stick swept, and the gust of wind quickly condensed into a ferocious whirlwind, making a "huhu" roar like the roar of a wild beast , Attacking towards Han Feng.

Back then when Ye Wutian was fighting four perfect monks in the Hu family, one of the white-clothed men had also used this move, but in terms of momentum and power, it was better than the scarred man in front of him.

At the same time that the scarred man was attacking, Han Feng also swung his sword and slashed down. The huge ice sword toppled over and slashed towards the whirlwind.

At the moment of the collision, "噗噜噐" collision sounds sounded one after another, and the ice sword and the whirlwind became stalemate in mid-air. Every time they collided, a strong force would bounce off the two sides, and the two sides would soon collide. Together.

After several collisions, the ice sword gradually became transparent and its power weakened obviously, but the whirlwind was still fierce.

The ice sword was defeated like a mountain, and after an unknown number of impacts, it burst with a "bang", and the power of the thick water system instantly disappeared.

After defeating the ice sword, the whirlwind continued to attack Han Feng.

Before Han Feng could dodge, the whirlwind had already hit him.

"Boom!~"

Under the violent impact, Han Feng's zhenqi defense was crushed, and his whole body was also thrown several meters away by the whirlwind, almost falling off the stage.

Seeing that Han Feng had already shown his defeat, Pan Qian was extremely anxious. Her brows were wrinkled, and her fists were clenched tightly, as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

"噗!" The man with the scar pushed the long stick in his hand onto the high platform, making a low and muffled sound. In his opinion, the battle was over, and perhaps the audience in the audience also thought so.

But to their surprise, Han Feng got up from the ground again, raised his ice sword, and rushed towards the scarred man with a loud shout. His behavior surprised everyone present. Generally, launching an attack without defense is undoubtedly courting death.

"Isn't this guy a lunatic? Rushing up like this is no different from courting death."

"I think he wants Miss Pan's second daughter to go crazy, and he even wants to die."

People are puzzled by Han Feng's behavior, because they don't know what Han Feng is fighting for.

The man with the scar didn't understand why the other party was so persistent, but he didn't want to understand either. The only thing he had to do was to knock the other party down.

Seeing the other party rushing in front of him, the man with the scar raised his long stick, without using any moves, he directly poked at Han Fengxiong's mouth with the long stick.

Han Feng seemed to have lost his mind, he didn't swing his sword to block, but let the opponent's long stick hit his chest.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, Han Feng spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and the whole person flew back and fell heavily on the stage. The Bingjian also flew out of his hand and fell to the side with a "clang".

Even so, he still did not give in, he struggled to get up again, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and grabbed the ice sword that had fallen aside with trembling hands, and then stood with one hand covering his chest and the other leaning on the sword stand up.

He still didn't give up, he stumbled and walked towards the scarred man, and finally reached the scarred man, he raised his sword tremblingly to strike at the scarred man, but was kicked by the scarred man fly.

Falling in the distance, Han Feng spit out a mouthful of blood again with a "wow".

Seeing this scene, Pan Xi burst into tears. She wanted to stand up and rush to the stage, but was pulled down by her mother. Pan Zhengfeng, who was next to her, snorted coldly, gloating at his misfortune. Presumably he wished Han Feng would die on stage.

There were bursts of whispers from the audience, people were puzzled and at the same time felt sad for Han Feng, no matter what his reasons were, it was somewhat unworthy to die on this stage like this.

After coughing for a while, Han Feng continued to struggle to get up, he didn't give up, as long as he still has breath, he won't give up.

"What is he doing? If he goes any further, he will really die on stage." Frowning, Ding Jie said sympathetically and anxiously.

Seeing Han Feng getting up and continuing to stagger towards the man with the scar, Pan Xi quickly took her father's hand and begged, "Father, please stop them quickly, please."

Pan Zhengfeng shook off her hand, and said coldly: "How can anyone else interfere with this arena competition? This kid is looking for death by himself. Who can blame him?" .

Pan Xi was in despair, she knew that no one could save Han Feng now, she could only use her tears-blurred eyes to look desperately at the back of this figure who was stepping towards death step by step on the stage.

Leaning on his sword, Han Feng walked towards the man with the scar one step at a time. His body was trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

At this moment, what appeared in front of his eyes was not the man with the scar, but the figure of the poisonous dragon, the villain who had ruined everything for him, the villain he had never wanted to kill for ten years.

In the past ten years, for Han Feng, living was a kind of torture, he forced himself to practice desperately, forced himself to live.He tried his best to bury this hatred deep in his heart, and tried to put on a cheerful and optimistic look, because he knew that what Wan'er liked was the positive him.

But now, he suddenly felt endless exhaustion, as if the sorrow and pain of the past ten years rushed to his heart in an instant, and he couldn't even breathe, he felt that he had no strength to go on, feeling He was about to fall down, and the figure in front of him became blurred.

Looking at the endless guy in front of him, the scar man seemed a little impatient, and his face became even more gloomy.

"Hmph! Since you want to die! Then I will help you!" As he said, the man with the scar raised the long stick in his hand without hesitation, and slashed at Han Feng's head, obviously intending to kill him.

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