Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1255 Leaving Alive

With the help of the Broken Sword, one can go anywhere in this world.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

Lin Feng spread his thoughts, and the surroundings were very quiet, as if nothing had happened and it was still the same Yuquan Temple.

He reached out and touched the broken sword at his waist. The only emotion it conveyed was excitement, without any hint of resistance or fear.

Lin Feng smiled wryly. This guy was a devil who feared nothing more than a peaceful world, fearless of death, and never bowed down to a powerful enemy.

With that thought, Lin Feng stretched out his body, like a giant eagle soaring in the dark night, leaping over the treetops and silently floating into the Yuquan Temple.

Lin Feng encountered no obstacles along the way. In his mind's eye, his master, Daoist Zhen Zhuo, was sitting cross-legged in the house, cultivating with his eyes closed.

Lin Feng's body drew an arc in the air, his true energy surged forward, pushed open the window, and plunged into the pitch-black room.

With her limbs drawn in and her inner energy flowing, she dissipated her forward momentum and landed steadily in front of Master Zhenzhuo. She squatted down and carefully observed her master's pale face.

There was bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, and he looked dejected, clearly having suffered a serious injury.

"Master, how are you?"

Upon hearing the sound, Daoist Zhen Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Lin Feng in fear.

"You... Lin Feng... you're so confused..."

After saying this, she shook her head in despair. She knew it was all too late; it was all fate, and there was no point in saying anything more.

Regardless of what she did, Lin Feng reached out and grasped his master's wrist. After a brief pause, he immediately knew that his master's meridians were scattered and his true energy had vanished.

"So cruel?"

"Lin Feng, your master is already ruined. If you can leave, then leave quickly."

Lin Feng shook his head: "If they can be so ruthless, they won't let me leave so easily. Master, you don't need to worry about me..."

"I have cultivated for a lifetime, but you are the only one I care about. If I can leave alive, I will live in seclusion and become a great figure at Yuquan Scenic Area."

Lin Feng gently stroked his master's pale face and forced a smile.

"Don't worry, Master. I will."

Master Zhen Zhuo closed his eyes again, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Lin Feng, leave alive..."

After he finished speaking, his breathing gradually weakened, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again.

Lin Feng was startled and reached out, but Daoist Zhen Zhuo had already vanished without a trace.

This is because the master severed his own heart meridian so that he would no longer have any worries.

Lin Feng felt a lump in his throat and his eyes sting. Since he came into this world, no elder had ever thought of him like this.

Even his own father had never done it.

She slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

To leave, one must go through a battle, and it must be a difficult one.

Lin Feng felt that the danger this time was even greater than when he faced Shu Qin.

At the time, I didn't expect Shuqin to suddenly kill someone, but now I'm very certain that there's a murderous aura everywhere.

Moreover, it possessed a powerful killing intent, each aura no less potent than Shu Qin's.

As Lin Feng stepped out of the house, he stood in the courtyard and looked ahead.

Under the moonlight, a figure stood on the rooftop about thirty feet away, the breeze blowing through his wide robes as if he were riding the wind.

Compared to Lin Feng's casual attire, he resembled a celestial being with an air of otherworldly grace, a banished immortal.

"Lin Feng, you still respect your teacher and the way. You knew it was a dead end, but you still dared to come in. You have some courage."

"Who are you?"

Lin Feng didn't want to waste words; he just wanted to know who the other person was. Perhaps in the next moment, or perhaps in the future, this person would be on his kill list.

"I am Yan Su of the Zheng Yi School."

"Hmph, these crooked and heretical sects dare to call themselves orthodox? Don't they have any shame?"

"How dare you! I am..."

Lin Feng wasn't going to waste time arguing with him. He leaped up, wielding a broken sword in his left hand and a steel saber in his right, shooting towards Yan Su like an arrow.

Knowing that the other party was of a high level, he dared not be careless and no longer held back.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself, prepare to die."

Yan Su snorted angrily, his clothes billowing as they were filled with true power.

The two forces rapidly approached each other and collided with a loud crash.

Lin Feng was knocked away, and his body flew out at more than twice the speed.

"Heh heh, want to leave? Dream on."

A voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Feng, and a dark figure rushed up from below to meet Lin Feng's body.

The two collided again, and Lin Feng was thrown off course after changing direction.

However, someone was waiting for him in another direction.

"Lin Feng, take this palm strike from me."

The man shouted and struck out with all his might in mid-air.

Lin Feng could feel the fierce wind from his palm even in mid-air, and the pressure increased dramatically.

He turned sharply, his steel blade aimed at the opponent's palm, seemingly ready to fight head-on.

Gui Ju was the one who struck, a cold smile on his face. When it came to a contest of true strength, he had never lost to anyone. The righteous spirit of the Zhongxing Sect meant that he was in no way inferior to the top figures of other sects.

With a muffled thud, Lin Feng's steel knife broke and flew out of his hand.

He swayed and bumped into the other person.

Gui Ju couldn't let him hit her body, so she raised her other hand and used her strength to strike Lin Feng in the back.

Lin Feng had no way to avoid the palm strike, so he could only lean his shoulder against it and take the blow head-on.

Gui Ju was overjoyed. As long as he was hit by his palm strike, how could he not be crippled?

Just as his palm struck Lin Feng's shoulder, a glint flashed in his eyes, and a sense of danger rose from the bottom of his heart.

However, ordinary weapons cannot harm oneself, and besides, this palm strike must cripple Lin Feng, so there is no room for retreat.

Despite the danger, Gui Ju remained calm, dodging the vital parts of his body, and still thrust his palm forward, striking Lin Feng's shoulder and back.

The next moment, the two sides separated instantly, with blood droplets splattering in mid-air.

Lin Feng was struck in the shoulder and back by Gui Ju's palm, spitting out blood. He rolled over and landed in a courtyard, while Gui Ju landed steadily back on the roof ridge.

Before Lin Feng could even stand firmly, he heard the sound of wind behind him.

Someone exclaimed, "Senior Brother Duan, be careful, there's a ghost!"

Gui Ju was the one who screamed. He was more shocked than terrified because as his body landed on the roof ridge, his left arm felt light and as if he had lost all feeling.

He touched it and found that his left arm had been severed at the shoulder.

Ignoring his fear, he immediately shouted.

The one who attacked Lin Feng was Duan Li from the Sword Formation Sect. Upon hearing the exclamation, he immediately raised his body, changed direction, and increased the distance between himself and Lin Feng.

Their reaction was incredibly fast; their mastery of internal energy was so refined that they changed direction in an instant.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly, "What a pity."

I was just struck by Gui Ju's palm and almost died. The price I paid was a bit too high.

However, he also used the broken sword to cut off Gui Ju's arm.

He gritted his teeth and endured another blow, his broken sword already prepared to rip Duan Li open.

But this old fellow, being shrewd with age, promptly abandoned his attack and dodged it.

However, Lin Feng was in great pain in his chest and abdomen after taking a blow from Gui Ju, and his body was already swaying precariously, indicating that he was seriously injured.

If he were to withstand another blow from Duan Li, he would probably lose his life.

He could sense that even before Duan Li's punch landed, it possessed an unusually sharp aura, like a sharp sword. Whether he would survive if he were hit was hard to say.

The four of them exchanged a move in the blink of an eye.

The three old men were greatly shocked. How could a disciple of Yuquan Temple, who had only recently entered the sect, withstand their attack?