Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1330 Rare Inner Disciple

To become a disciple of a secluded sect, one must be a child with exceptional talent, handpicked by the master from among thousands of others, and then nurtured for many years until reaching a certain level.

Only after passing rigorous examinations can one enter the inner sect and officially become a third-generation disciple.

Therefore, they had high standards and saw that Lin Feng was not an ordinary martial arts master, but a cultivator with internal martial arts skills.

The seven or eight disciples dared not be careless and all rushed forward.

This is not a place for martial arts rules or one-on-one combat. The enemy has already infiltrated their sect, and they only want to take them down as soon as possible.

However, the seven or eight inner disciples still underestimated Lin Feng's strength.

A cold light flashed before their eyes, they felt a chill in their throats, and then hot blood splattered, making them dizzy.

The seven or eight third-generation inner disciples of the Zhongxing Sect who had leaped into the air instantly crashed onto the bluestone ground, clutching their necks, their eyes wide with astonishment, silently watching Lin Feng stride up the mountain.

In their minds, possessing internal energy, worldly weapons are utterly ineffective against them.

Therefore, it makes no difference whether you use weapons or not. The key is that true qi can injure people, which is more powerful than weapons.

Who would have thought that the steel knife in this person's hand was so sharp that his internal energy could not withstand it for even a moment.

After the initial shock, I slowly sank into darkness.

The broken sword at Lin Feng's lower back trembled excitedly, sending an impatient message into Lin Feng's brain.

This is its delicacy, so it's best not to waste it.

Lin Feng paused slightly, mentally suppressing the movement of the broken sword.

These are all third-generation disciples, and their internal energy is impure and unrefined. Absorbing too much of it will definitely have significant side effects.

Often, the energy of a high-level cultivator is hundreds of times greater than that of these novice cultivators.

Furthermore, Lin Feng wanted to conceal the information about the broken sword, preventing the high-level cultivators of the hidden sects from knowing that the broken sword was still in his possession, thus making them unite more closely.

There is an even more important problem: the broken sword absorbs the cultivator's essence and blood, causing the corpse to become dry and shrunken. This bizarre situation is like the way of demons, giving those who claim to be righteous sects an even clearer excuse to deal with them.

Lin Feng continued to communicate with the broken sword through telepathy, his feet never stopping.

As the mountaintop drew closer, the fog in the air grew thicker and thicker, obscuring even a few feet away from the opposite side.

Lin Feng knew they were nearing the mountain peak, and ahead should be the stronghold of the Zhongxing Sect.

Just as I was about to hurry up, I suddenly realized that two figures were rushing out from the opposite side.

Even without the broken sword, Lin Feng could tell from the aura of the two opponents that they were second-generation disciples.

They brandished their steel blades, slashing at each other.

The two second-generation disciples of the Zhongxing Sect opposite them did not expect that the guys attacking the sect would use steel knives, which was obviously different from cultivators from other sects.

They are used to fighting unarmed, and it is rare to see mid- to high-level cultivators carrying weapons.

Before I could think, the steel knife was already at my side.

Although I know that such worldly weapons cannot break through my inner energy, I still don't want to be cut by the steel blade. It's a matter of face, not physical injury.

The two dodged Lin Feng's steel blade from the left and right, then spun around in mid-air and attacked Lin Feng together.

For Lin Feng, the second-generation disciples of reclusive sects were far too inferior.

With Lin Feng's current abilities, he could fight against a high-level cultivator for a while without breaking his sword. Although he wouldn't be able to win, he wouldn't be defeated in just two or three moves either.

Although there is only one level difference between high-level cultivators and mid-level cultivators, their abilities are vastly different, and the gap cannot be bridged by one or two people.

With both strikes missing their mark, Lin Feng took a step back, blocked the opponent's kick with his left hand, twisted the steel knife in his right hand to dodge the flying kick, and sent the tip of the knife into the opponent's abdomen.

After exchanging two blows, Lin Feng flipped his steel blade and retreated, sending a spray of shredded intestines and crimson blood flying through the air.

The cultivator let out a muffled groan and fell from the steps into the bottomless abyss below the peak.

Another cultivator, in shock and anger, desperately rushed forward, but Lin Feng seized the opportunity and slashed at his neck with his blade. Although he did not sever the neck, he severed the other's artery, and the body rolled down the mountain. It was estimated that he would not survive.

Lin Feng exhaled a breath of stale air and continued walking up the mountain.

They were prepared for a series of fierce battles, but then there was no one to be seen. They went all the way to the top of the mountain, but still didn't see a single person.

Scattered around the mountain peak are several cave entrances, presumably the cultivation caves of the Zhongxing Sect practitioners.

Lin Feng scanned the area with his mind, but found no one inside or outside the cave.

Could it be that a major sect in a secluded world only has these few people?

To Lin Feng's surprise, although these sects had great reputations, they actually had very few disciples.

The reason is that there are very few people who have the talent to cultivate true qi according to the sect's techniques.

Therefore, it is a great joy for a sect to find a genius disciple.

Lin Feng has killed ten disciples of the Zhongxing Sect, which is considered a large number among hidden sects.

Of course, some disciples from the sect were traveling and had not returned, but they escaped this unprecedented hunt.

Lin Feng felt a little regretful. The broken sword kept bouncing around behind him. He wanted to go get some fast food, but Lin Feng stopped him.

Lin Feng originally intended to use the broken sword only when he encountered a high-level cultivator, which would also satisfy the sword's requirements.

Unfortunately, there was no one left, and no high-level cultivators remained.

Those cultivators who were killed were already dead, their life force dissipated, and their broken swords could no longer be used, so they had to give up with regret.

After scanning the area with his mind, Lin Feng turned and headed down the mountain.

There's definitely nothing good in the training grounds of these reclusive sects. Even if there are any cultivation techniques or weapons, Lin Feng isn't interested.

His training involved rapidly increasing his energy through interaction with the broken sword during the killing process.

Through these experiences and numerous life-or-death battles, Lin Feng has developed a unique path of cultivation.

When Lin Feng arrived at the platform halfway up the mountain, he saw the young man standing blankly in front of a bronze bell, his mouth agape and his eyes following Lin Feng's footsteps.

He can kill one person in ten steps, yet not a drop of blood stains his body.

Lin Feng went down the mountain, leaving the young man with a lonely and dashing silhouette.

The purpose of keeping this young man was simple: to send him to deliver a message, letting all the cultivators in the hidden sects know that Lin Feng was angry.

Since they dare to lay a hand on their own family members, the consequences will be extremely serious.

Even if this wasn't a complete massacre, it was not far off.

Lin Feng's second stop was the Zhengyi Gate of Tianshan.

He believed that, given his speed, he would definitely be faster than the young man.

When the young man arrived at the Taihang Sword-shaped Gate, he was already standing at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

As Lin Feng's figure disappeared into the mountains and forests, the young outer disciples of Zhongxing Sect hurriedly ran up the mountain path.

The scene that came into his view was so tragic. The corpses lying haphazardly before him were all inner disciples whom he usually looked down upon.

These inner disciples were the people he admired, and for a long time, he dreamed of becoming like them.

Now, these people lie on the blood-stained bluestone ground, their eyes wide open, filled with astonishment and resentment.

The young outer disciple continued his ascent up the mountain, his legs trembling. He wanted to know if there were any survivors in the sect.