Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 985 The Broken Sword Becomes Stronger

Moreover, as soon as these black cloaks got on board, the broken swords at their waists began to twitch lively, as if they had smelled some fresh delicacy.

The man in the black cloak standing at the bow was only five or six steps away from Lin Feng. He pulled the straight knife in his hand away from Duan Xing's throat, and strode towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng still didn't move, staring blankly at the black cloak that was getting closer and closer.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a pale face and gloomy eyes. The straight knife in his hand reflects the luster of the sea water.

As the two of them got closer, Lin Feng saw a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in the man's eyes.

Although the trembling power of the broken sword at the waist conveyed to Lin Feng's mind that he could no longer suppress his desire for this person, in Lin Feng's feeling, the broken sword was like a black fish out of water, twisting and turning, expressing its immense desire for this person, like a fish's strong need for water.

Lin Feng deliberately grasped the handle of the straight knife slowly, staring at the gradually approaching tip of the knife. When it was half a foot away from his cheek, he suddenly drew the straight knife out of its sheath and stabbed forward.

The middle-aged man shuddered all over, and the straight knife in his hand stabbed forward faster, trying to stab Lin Feng's throat before Lin Feng's knife.

Lin Feng's straight knife turned halfway, slashed from bottom to top, and hit the opponent's straight knife, knocking the opponent's knife more than a foot high and stabbing it into the air.

The middle-aged man immediately stepped back and put away his knife.

The old man standing on the top of the cabin shouted loudly.

"careful!"

Unfortunately, they were still a step too slow.

The broken sword at Lin Feng's waist had already shot out, and in a flash, it pierced the middle-aged man's abdomen, leaving only half of it exposed.

The middle-aged man staggered, covered his abdomen, and retreated to the other side of the bow.

Seeing that Lin Feng did not pursue him, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the side of the boat, and began to gather his strength, trying to squeeze the broken sword out of his body.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he tried his luck, his face changed drastically and he couldn't help but scream.

"Ah, there's a ghost..."

Because he felt that his true energy, along with the blood in his body, was rapidly disappearing. He felt weak all over and his true energy could not be gathered at all, let alone circulated.

Lin Feng did not follow it, but only felt its joy from the broken sword.

After many days, the broken sword absorbed the blood of the cultivator again.

This brutal weapon's thirst for blood is so strong.

The old man standing on the top of the cabin frowned and looked at his companion, then looked at Lin Feng cautiously.

He did not rush over to rescue his companion, but looked at Lin Feng carefully.

But in a moment, the middle-aged man's body softened, and he slid down from the side of the ship and fell on the deck. His face became even paler, his breathing became rapid, and he could hardly speak.

"Master...Brother...I..."

His voice sounded very weak, like a patient who had been bedridden for a long time and was terminally ill.

Lin Feng also stared at the old man on the top of the cabin. When they heard what the middle-aged man said, they turned to look at him at the same time.

Then he suddenly attacked and pounced on the middle-aged man.

The old man in the black cloak swooped down from the top of the cabin. Although the distance was far, he flew from top to bottom at an angle, and his speed was slightly faster than Lin Feng.

Lin Feng pushed hard against the side of the boat and his body quickly moved forward along the deck.

When the two men were halfway through their flight, the old man in the black cloak suddenly turned in the air, his hands formed into claws, and he grabbed Lin Feng who was running fast.

Lin Feng turned his body outward and slashed with his sword to intercept the old man's two claws.

The straight knife collided with the old man's claws, making a sound of metal collision and sparks flashing.

Lin Feng's hand felt lighter, and the straight knife was broken into three pieces by the old man.

The old man sneered and stretched out his hands to grab Lin Feng.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen and something drilled into it.

Knowing that something was wrong, he turned over and stepped back, pushing his feet on the deck to quickly distance himself from Lin Feng.

His reaction was quite fast, but no matter how fast he was, he was not faster than the broken sword's sneak attack. As Lin Feng became aware of it, the broken sword broke away from the middle-aged man's abdomen and penetrated into the right abdomen of the old man in the black cloak from the side.

The old man knew that this thing was strange, so he hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the broken sword and pulled it out with force. He didn't care about his own life, for he was afraid that the broken sword would remain in his body and cause bad consequences.

His idea was right, but unfortunately he didn't act quickly enough.

The broken sword pierced into his body and immediately began to suck his blood, disrupting the true energy that had just been gathered.

The old man felt so exhausted that he couldn't lift a finger. His arm, which was gripping the hilt of the sword, shook weakly, unable to pull the broken sword out.

The old man gritted his teeth and tried hard for a while, but finally his whole body became weak and he sat down powerlessly on the deck.

Both processes happened in an instant, which made it impossible for the man in black cloak standing at the stern to react.

The three of them always go on missions together, and they never need to take action. It is always the two people in front who do the work.

The accident that happened today caught the man in the black cloak off guard. After being stunned for a moment, he realized that it was too late to take action.

The old man and the middle-aged man were both slumped on the deck, unable to move.

"What happen to you guys?"

As soon as the person in the black cloak spoke, Lin Feng recognized it as a woman, but she was covered with a black hood and her face could not be seen clearly.

The woman came to the old man, squatted down, and anxiously supported the old man's body.

Lin Feng fell sideways on the deck in his haste to dodge. He got up, brushed off the dust on his body, and started walking towards the cabin.

The woman in the black cloak put her mouth close to the old man, wanting to hear what he said.

However, she was caught off guard. The broken sword that was stuck in the old man's abdomen suddenly jumped out as Lin Feng approached. With a splash of blood, it turned in the air and pierced into the woman's stomach.

The woman screamed and fell to the deck. Because the distance was too close and the incident happened suddenly, she reached out to grab the hilt of the broken sword but to no avail.

However, after grasping the hilt of the sword with both hands, he was unable to pull it out. His arms were shaking, as if he had used all his strength but still could not move the small broken sword.

The two began to struggle, but after a moment, the woman gave up and collapsed on the deck, no longer moving.

When Lin Feng approached, he only felt that the old man and the woman were only breathing out, and there was no sound of breathing in.

Lin Feng felt that Broken Sword was becoming more and more powerful, because it absorbed the blood of the three men in black cloaks. Lin Feng felt that his irritability had increased a bit.

Of course, this emotion is more about joy.

Half a minute later, the broken sword flashed and fell into Lin Feng's hands.

Lin Feng stood facing the direct sunlight and observed the broken sword.

The surface seemed smoother, the weight lighter, and the lines of the entire sword were softer.

Holding Lin Feng in his hand, it seemed as if the distance between them was shortened a lot, and they could communicate more clearly with each other.

After Lin Feng carefully felt it for a while, he casually put the broken sword into the sheath.

His worries grew even more because the more powerful the broken sword became, the harder it would be to control.