Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1212 Let's get started, and do it quickly.

Lin Feng still adhered to the principle of legitimate self-defense. As a cultivator, when facing a master from the secular world, as long as you don't attack me, I won't take the initiative to make a move.

The four men gradually passed the ambush point and continued climbing higher.

Yufu Mountain is very high. According to Lin Feng's estimation, it is probably around five or six thousand meters high. The mountain is steep and the rocks are rugged.

Once you reach a certain altitude, the mountain is covered with jungle and rocks, shrouded in mist.

The four people crawling together could only see each other's blurry shadows.

They had already passed the halfway point of the mountain, and ahead was a place with a gentle slope, with a mountain wall on the left and a cliff on the right. This place was much wider than the other mountain paths.

Wei Nanji's main ambush point was located here.

The slightly wider and gentler mountain path allows more people to attack, and the narrow paths at both ends mean that only one person is needed to block Lin Feng's path.

This is a dead end. It's blocked off from the front and back, and there are more than a dozen skilled killers in the middle. No matter how good your skills are, you can't escape death.

According to Wei Nanji's plan, the terrain here would allow him to use two hundred experts to separate Lin Feng's guards, leaving twelve of the most skilled men in the middle specifically to deal with Lin Feng.

It's much easier now; we don't need so many people at all. Besides, there are fifty more people lying in ambush a little over a mile up the mountain road to cut off the connection between Yuquan Temple and Linfeng.

Wei Nanji feared that Yuquan Temple, with its close ties to Lin Feng, would intervene to rescue him.

There's still nearly twenty miles of mountain road between here and Yuquan Temple, so there's no need to worry that they'll hear the fighting.

The four people climbed the steps and stepped onto the gentle slope in the middle.

Wei Nanji, who was walking ahead, quickened his pace and came to the steps near the exit of the gentle slope. Suddenly, he turned around and stopped, his previous smiling face replaced by a frosty expression.

"Lin Feng, stop."

Lin Feng and Qiao Jushan stopped in the middle of the gentle slope, looking calmly at Wei Nanji, whose face was cold and stern.

"Lin Feng, Grand Regent, do you know how many people you've hindered from advancing in your careers?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "I don't know about others, but it must have been someone who blocked your path to promotion, Wei Nanji. I wonder what official position the Emperor bestowed upon you?"

Seeing Lin Feng so calm, and seemingly aware of his thoughts, Wei Nanji felt a vague sense of unease.

"It's good that you know this. This place is beautiful with its green hills and clear waters, a good place to be buried. I haven't treated you badly."

Lin Feng looked up at the mountaintop, which was shrouded in mist.

"Aren't you afraid that Yuquan Temple will find out?"

Wei Nanji shook his head: "They won't hear any news. Everything will be as usual. Only you will disappear from this world again."

Without further ado, he raised one hand and waved it in the air.

The next moment, dozens of people emerged from both ends of the gentle slope, each dressed in black, holding a sharp blade, and remaining silent.

Wei Nanji stepped back to make way.

"Get started, and get it done quickly."

The men in black at both ends of the gentle slope began to slowly approach the middle.

Wei Nanji chose a good ambush location; there were no roads on either side, only at the top and bottom, but both were blocked.

Lin Feng nodded: "They all seem to be quite skilled. Jushan, which side are you going to fight?"

Qiao Jushan slammed the thick iron rod into the ground, as if the entire mountain trembled.

"Boss, you just wait by the cliff, I'll fight from both sides."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "That's a bit arrogant. These people are no pushovers. We should be careful."

Qiao Jushan licked his lips: "Hehe, I love sparring with experts, and the more the better."

Lin Feng shook his head and laughed, "It's getting more and more outrageous..."

Before the two could speak, the men in black gradually closed in, closing to within three or five steps. They held their sharp blades horizontally in front of them, waiting intently for the two to make a mistake.

Although Lin Feng was speaking, he had already drawn the straight sword he carried with him, flicked the blade with his finger, and it made a clear sound.

This sword belongs to Atsumi Akiyama. Both its appearance and its internal structure are of the highest quality, making it a truly treasured sword.

Lin Feng and Qiao Jushan stood back to back, each confronting a group of men in black.

Qiao Jushan twisted his massive body.

"Boss, I'm not used to playing like this. Why don't you go and rest for a while?"

"Alright, let's each look after ourselves."

Before he finished speaking, he dodged to the side.

The three or five men in black opposite immediately charged forward with their knives raised. They moved with incredible agility, dodging left and right. The dappled sunlight filtering through the trees reflected the white blades, creating a dazzling display.

Qiao Jushan roared and swung his iron rod, charging into the group of men in black.

Lin Feng continued to retreat, but four or five men in black pressed closer.

The number of men in black who could surround him increased to seven or eight, trapping Lin Feng in the middle. Behind him was the mountain wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

Seven or eight men in black also shouted and raised their knives to slash.

Lin Feng repeatedly dodged, retreating to the mountainside, where there was nowhere to hide. He saw flashing blades and the seemingly chaotic crowd, yet each person moved in and out in an orderly fashion.

He couldn't help but secretly admire their skills; these men in black were indeed highly skilled.

Despite his admiration, his body couldn't withstand the steel blade head-on, so he found a gap and slipped through.

The man in black swung his sword wildly, but unexpectedly, amidst the clanging sounds, the steel blade struck the mountain wall, spitting out countless sparks, and the target vanished.

The seven or eight men in black thought they were working together seamlessly, but their target escaped easily.

what happened?

However, soon, three of the seven or eight men in black coughed up blood from their necks and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Feng not only slipped through the crowd to break through the encirclement, but also casually slit the throats of three men in black.

Behind the seven or eight men in black, there was a second group waiting. When they saw Lin Feng rushing over, they immediately raised their knives to meet him.

In the blink of an eye, they all lost their target.

Lin Feng swayed, passing several people with his straight blade, slashing horizontally and vertically, thrusting and parrying upwards. Several men in black instantly collapsed to the ground.

They had never encountered such a swift and ghostly master before. They were stabbed without even realizing where the knife came from.

A group of men in black were pacing around, searching for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng moved swiftly, never lingering in one place for even a moment. As he wielded his straight sword, even the light could not keep up with his rhythm.

Qiao Jushan, on the other hand, attacked with wide, sweeping strokes. None of the men in black could withstand the heavy blows of the iron rods; they could only dodge and look for openings to attack.

Qiao Jushan felt as if he were back on the battlefield, facing thousands of troops alone, wielding his iron rod as if he were in an empty field.

He grew increasingly ecstatic as he killed, the thick iron rods casting dark shadows around him, and no one could enter within a ten-foot radius.

Standing atop the gentle slope, Wei Nanji's previously smug smile had turned serious.

He opened his mouth, his mind blank for a moment.

I've heard Lin Feng is amazing, but how could he be this amazing?

Is this still a human being?

Standing on high ground, facing the scene on the gentle slope, he couldn't catch a glimpse of Lin Feng for a moment.

Isn't this too fast?

On the gentle slope, which was about ten zhang in circumference, there were twenty or thirty people who had joined the battle. Each of them was wielding a steel saber, and the scene before our eyes was a dazzling display of blades.

Yet, amidst this chaotic display of sword light, not a single sound of weapons clashing could be heard; only the rapid thud of footsteps and the dust kicked up by each step could be heard.