Chapter 134
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"Oh? Not bad, you can still dodge. "
Yang Feng stared blankly. The sword just now was aimed at his heart, but when the tip of the sword was about to reach his body, Raymond used all his strength to move a step, and luckily avoided the fatal blow. However, his left shoulder was pierced from the front to the back by the sharp longsword, and he was seriously injured.
"Ugh …" Raymond groaned and spat out a mouthful of turbid blood, and his footsteps began to stagger.
Before the audience could recover from their shock, "Puchi ~!" Suddenly, Yang Feng revealed a sinister smile, and with a force in his hand, the longsword pierced into Raymond's left shoulder was abruptly pulled out.
"Ah!"
Raymond, who had always had a straightforward and unyielding character, actually roared in pain. At the same time, a crimson pillar of blood suddenly sprayed out from the wound on his left shoulder, dyeing a large portion of the bricks on the stage red …
The Black Deacon's expression was indifferent. He didn't remove the defensive barrier of the stage, and stepped forward to stop Yang Feng. He still remained indifferent and let Yang Feng continue with his next move.
"Bang!!"
Just as Yang Feng wanted to continue attacking the seriously injured Raymond, a huge explosion suddenly sounded above the stage. Red light sputtered, and the defensive barrier actually trembled violently in the explosion, flickering with an earthy yellow color.
Everyone focused their eyes and suddenly saw that Long Bufan had unknowingly flown above the stage, holding a strangely shaped metal concealed weapon in his hand, and shooting at the defensive barrier. Everyone looked at Long Bufan in astonishment. What was he trying to do?!
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Long Bufan's ice-cold gaze suppressed a burst of anger. He crazily pulled the trigger of the pistol in his hand, and the bullets inscribed with the rune 'Flame Explosion Formation' shot at the same location three times in a row. Under the powerful explosion of flames, a hole was actually opened in the incomparably sturdy defensive barrier.
"It's him!" Yang Feng raised his head, and his gaze was gloomy!
Long Bufan flew in, and his gaze coldly swept below. Holding the White Jade Sword in his hand, he swung it.
"Whoosh —"
Suddenly, a huge black sword shadow slashed down at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng didn't think that Long Bufan would actually dare to destroy the protective barrier to interfere with the arena battle. Seeing the sword shadow about to reach him, his pupils constricted as he hurriedly raised his sword to block, pouring a large amount of Origin Energy into the sword.
Boom!
When the black sword shadow hit the sword, Yang Feng only saw a strong force surge from his arm, and then his whole body was uncontrollably pushed to the side by the force of the impact. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised. One could imagine the power of this sword.
After landing on the ground, Long Bufan immediately stepped forward to support Raymond's tottering body. Although Yang Feng's sword didn't stab a fatal spot, Raymond's complexion was pale due to excessive blood loss.
Hearing Raymond's cries of pain, Long Bufan's heart couldn't help but clench. Suppressing the anger in his heart, his expression became incomparably gloomy.
If the two of them were fighting fairly, Long Bufan wouldn't have come to stop them. However, the referee deacon saw that Raymond was about to lose and was still indifferent, so Long Bufan had no choice but to break the arena rules.
"Why did Long Bufan suddenly run into the arena?"
"Tch, can't you see? The referee didn't intervene because Long Bufan obviously wanted to save his brother."
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The audience recovered from their shock and looked in astonishment at Long Bufan who had suddenly destroyed the protective barrier and entered the arena.
"This Duty Hall's Elder Yang has selfish motives for the arena battle." Elder Xu on the main seat shook his head. Stroking his beard, he looked down at the black-clothed deacon in charge of the referee and sighed.
The black-clothed deacon was a grey-haired old man. As an elder of the Outer Hall's Duty Hall, he had always been strict in his work. He definitely had the qualifications to be the referee of this arena battle.
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