Qin Yi never expected that someone would launch a stealth attack.
Moreover, given his current state, he couldn't dodge it.
Judging from the speed of the Sword Qi, the attacker was no weakling in cultivation.
Qin Yi let out a muffled groan from his throat, his body lowering as he directly knelt on one knee on the ground.
He glanced at the bleeding hole in his calf, the purple light swirling around, causing the gushing blood to stop instantly.
A sharp sound of tearing through the air rang out, and a white figure rapidly approached him like lightning.
Qin Yi raised his hand to look, the opponent was an elder with crane-like hair and a youthful face, his gaze ominous, filled with killing intent.
Qin Yi frowned, he didn't recognize this person.
However, he sensed a familiar aura.
His eyes flickered slightly, Qin Yi suddenly understood; the opponent was from the Sword Sect.
