Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1256 Jedi Counterattack

“My two senior brothers, this boy has a powerful weapon in his hand. I lost an arm because of it.”

Gui Ju suppressed his rage and loudly reminded the other two.

Yan Su and Duan Li were stunned when they heard Gui Ju's words.

A weapon capable of severing the body of a high-level cultivator is not entirely unheard of in this world, but it is extremely rare. At least, as members of the sect's upper echelons, they had never heard of such a treasure.

What? Lin Feng actually possesses such a precious treasure?

Although I had heard of it before, I had overlooked it. What kind of high-level treasures could a third-generation disciple who had not formally entered the sect have?

But now they know that Gui Ju wouldn't lie, and when they scanned the area with their senses, they clearly saw that Gui Ju's left arm was empty; he was indeed missing an arm.

"Good lad, you've hidden yourself well enough, we can't let you live."

Duan Li shouted loudly.

Lin Feng remained silent. There was no point in saying anything now; it was all about who had the better methods. The winner would be king, and the loser would be villain.

After Duan Li finished speaking, he leaped forward like a sharp sword, flashing through the night and shooting towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng knew he had no plans against this person, so he stopped hiding and swung his broken sword, unleashing the Wind-Splitting Saber Technique to defend himself.

With the advantage of the broken sword, his opponent hesitated to attack, and his attacks became less relentless, giving Lin Feng a chance to catch his breath.

However, after several moves, Lin Feng was still hit in the arm by Duan Li's punch. A sharp pain struck him, and he felt as if his bones were about to break.

The two separated, and Lin Feng cut off Duan Li's hair bun, leaving his disheveled white hair flying in the air, a truly tragic sight.

Lin Feng couldn't lift one of his arms either.

Duan Li retreated, and Yan Sufei stepped forward, using his movement skills to dodge Lin Feng's sharp blade. After a few moments of maneuvering, he kicked Lin Feng in the shin.

Lin Feng flew out and landed on a stone table in the courtyard, knocking over the table and benches.

I managed to stand up, but I couldn't put any weight on my left leg; the pain was unbearable.

Each strike from these old guys contained immense true power; wherever it hit, that area was practically destroyed.

Fortunately, Lin Feng possessed abundant internal energy, which protected his bones and tendons. Although he was in so much pain that he dared not exert any force, he did not suffer broken bones or tendons.

If he were facing just one, Lin Feng wouldn't be in such a sorry state, but now he's being attacked by three old guys in turn, making it impossible for him to cope.

A sense of despair welled up inside me. I couldn't win, I really couldn't win. I had to find a way to escape.

Although Yan Su and Duan Li both injured Lin Feng, the shock in their hearts could not be quelled.

Where did this kid get such profound internal strength?

How could he have such a powerful weapon?

Seeing that he is only thirty years old, even if he had started cultivating in the womb, he would not have such confidence.

Fortunately, several sects were determined to get rid of this genius disciple of Yuquan Temple. If they had let him grow up, what good would it have been for other sects?

This time we must eliminate this brat, even if it means incurring some losses.

For example, Gui Ju is missing an arm, which is a major event. For a cultivator, it may mean the end of his cultivation journey.

After the two men took turns attacking, Gui Ju remained motionless on the rooftop. His arm was severed, which, though not fatal, blocked his path of advance, making it more painful than killing him.

Yan Su and Duan Li knew that Gui Ju was sad, so they didn't urge him. They looked at each other and then leaped together towards Lin Feng.

They disregarded their pride; as long as they could get rid of Lin Feng, none of the three people present would divulge a word.

Lin Feng was already struggling to handle one old guy, and now two of them were charging down at once, making him nervous.

Ignoring the insults about their shamelessness, he stepped back, swung his broken sword in a blur of light to protect himself, and then flipped over and crashed through the window into the house.

Not knowing whose room it was, Lin Feng rolled off the bed under the window and fell to the ground, knocking over tables and chairs, before retreating to a corner of the room.

The two old men rushed in one after the other, keeping a tight grip on Lin Feng without letting up.

Seeing the two men's ferocious faces, one punching and the other kicking, they attacked with the speed of a storm.

Knowing he couldn't withstand it, Lin Feng gathered his inner energy, exerted force with his legs, and slammed his back against the wall.

With a loud crash, it smashed a large hole in the wall, and the person tumbled out.

He rolled in the dust, and the broken sword flew out of his hand.

The first to emerge from the cave was Duan Li. Seeing that the weapon in Lin Feng's hand had slipped from his grasp, he was overjoyed, for this was the moment that would kill him.

He lunged forward and, before Lin Feng could get up, punched him in the head.

This punch was delivered with full force; if it landed, Lin Feng's head would be smashed into a pulp.

Before his fist could even reach the target, Yan Su shouted.

"careful!"

Duan Li knew things were going badly. Without thinking, he withdrew his fist, flipped his body, and used the momentum to leap backward.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A beam of light flashed and pierced straight at them.

With no time to dodge, Duan Li crossed his arms in front of him and continued to leap backward.

The broken sword was even faster, piercing his arm in mid-air, spraying blood in a flash before disappearing.

Lin Feng, whose mind was also connected with the broken sword, attacked Duan Li with all his might, but Yan Su was behind him and kicked him in the lower back.

Then he heard his bones groan, and his body was kicked into the air, flying like a ball over several rooftops and into the night sky.

Yan Su seized the opportunity, leaping forward to closely follow Lin Feng and launching a full-scale attack.

Duan Li crashed into the wall of a house, breaking through the building, and tumbled inside.

When he got up from the dust, he raised his arm to observe.

His right arm was severed from the forearm, with only some skin and flesh connecting it, and it hung limply on his arm.

"what!"

Duan Li let out a roar.

"I'm going to kill you!"

With a shout, he gritted his teeth, pulled off his severed arm, jumped up, smashed through the roof, and flew into the air.

His consciousness spread out, he found Lin Feng's trail, and rushed over in a flash.

He vowed in his heart that he must beat Lin Feng into a pulp to vent his hatred.

However, Lin Feng was already nearly kicked into a pulp by Yan Su.

Relying on his abundant internal energy, he continued to resist.

There's no way to avoid it.

He was kicked from outside into the house by Yan Su, and then kicked back outside.

Lin Feng was inwardly groaning.

Yan Su was utterly shocked.

He knows his own methods better than anyone else. In his decades of cultivation, no one has ever been able to withstand the force of his kick.

But the young man in front of me, I kicked him a few times?

He didn't even have time to count, yet the other person was still breathing. Isn't that strange?

Yan Su gritted his teeth, "I don't believe it! I'll kick you with all my might again. If you don't die, I'll let you go."

With that thought in mind, he mustered all his inner energy and suddenly kicked Lin Feng in the chest.

That one kick would surely turn his internal organs into a pulp.

Lin Feng calmly looked at the magnified feet in front of him, his mind racing, as if a light flashed from beyond the sky.

With a bang, Yan Su's leather boot foot kicked Lin Feng in the chest.

However, the kick didn't have much force, and what stunned Yan Su even more was that his foot wasn't pulled back.

Lin Feng coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his mouth and chest stained red.

A smile still lingered on his face as he huddled in the corner, clutching a gleaming broken sword, coldly watching Yan Su.