Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1020 Deadly Hidden Weapons

It's no wonder Lin Feng was puzzled. When he entered the room, Duan Jian didn't react at all. It wasn't until the other party mentioned Fengdu City that Duan Jian jumped up violently.

Then the other party makes a move, and you don't even have time to react.

With just these two skills, he is far more powerful than that old woman Shu Qin from Kunyu Mountain, and can certainly be called a master of a hidden sect.

The Wunianliu Sect of Dongliu Island and the Wulixin Sect of Yingyan Island are two major reclusive sects in the East China Sea, always sharing the same ideals and advancing and retreating together.

When the Wuli Xinmen extended an invitation, the Wunian Liumen dispatched its main member responsible for external affairs, Ke Xiongyi, to assist the Wuli Xinmen in this operation.

Because Dongliu Island is closer to this area, Ke Xiongyi arrived earlier.

The characteristic of the Wunianliu School is that before taking action, one can suppress one's thoughts to almost nothing. When one truly cultivates to a high level, one's opponent cannot predict one's thoughts in advance.

This is why the broken sword has no effect. In all external behavior and internal psychological activities, Ke Xiong is just a tavern owner.

He became so engrossed in the ledgers on the counter that he was momentarily lost in thought, unsure of his true identity.

It wasn't until the moment of taking action that a person's spirit and energy returned to their original state, and their soul returned to its rightful place.

Such a disguise is so perfect that even a deity could not predict its authenticity.

Of course, this kind of exercise also has its drawbacks.

If you encounter an opponent who is superior to you, and you cannot adjust your mindset in time, you will be taken advantage of by your opponent in an instant and completely unable to defend yourself.

Lin Feng had never encountered such a bizarre technique before, and he was almost taken advantage of. Fortunately, the broken sword reacted with divine speed at the moment of the attack, thus escaping a calamity.

This reaction speed startled Ke Xiongyi.

According to the information from the Wuli Xinmen sect, the person in front of him was a mid-to-high-level disciple from Kunyu Mountain, a major sect in the Central Plains. It was impossible for him to dodge his sudden attack.

But I failed, a situation I felt was absolutely impossible.

Ke Xiong even believed that even the elders of the Wuli Xinmen sect, who did not recognize him, would not be able to avoid this sudden assassination.

The flying cone in his hand was triangular in shape. It was propelled by true qi, silent and incredibly fast. Within ten steps, almost nothing could stop it or dodge it.

The two were now about ten steps apart, standing in the same spot, stunned for a moment before they came to their senses.

"Excellent skills. You are indeed a top disciple of Kunyu Mountain. I admire you."

Ke Xiong's assassination attempt failed, and he quickly clasped his hands in praise.

His methods are limited, and once he fails, he loses the ability to suppress his opponents. He can only try to get close to them and then find a way to escape.

After calming down, Lin Feng smiled at him, pushed off with his feet, and the broken sword was drawn at the same time, flying towards Ke Xiong behind the counter, one after the other.

I'm not going to waste my breath arguing with you. I almost died here. If I don't get my revenge, where will I put my face?

Seeing that Lin Feng hadn't said a word and had already made his move, Ke Xiong quickly focused his energy and launched another flying cone.

This time, Lin Feng was prepared. He twisted his body in mid-air, letting the flying cone whiz past him, and rushed to Ke Xiong's feet along with the broken sword.

Ke Xiong dodged the broken sword's violent thrust with a throw, and punched Lin Feng's fist that came flying at him. The two were shaken at the same time, their true energy colliding, and they were forced back after a brief contact.

Ke Xiong threw his body back and felt somewhat relieved, realizing that Lin Feng's true energy was not very profound.

But the next moment, the broken sword that he had dodged turned in mid-air and, as Ke Xiong threw it backward, pierced his lower back.

No one expected that a broken sword, after being thrown out, could actually curve on its own.

Ke Xiong's eyes widened instantly upon throwing the broken sword. He felt a chill on his lower back as his inner energy gathered, preventing the sword from penetrating any further.

In his own estimation, it only pierced the skin and did not damage the internal organs.

For them, a scratch and bleeding are not considered injuries at all.

Ke Xiong threw out a flying cone and recalled it with his outstretched hand. This move of his was also unique. Although it could not turn in the air, it could be recalled at close range with a flick of the wrist.

He has reached the level of a high-ranking disciple in the sect.

Lin Feng was knocked back, and after his feet landed, he stood still.

In his mind, the broken sword had already pierced his opponent's body and was joyfully absorbing his essence.

Ke Xiong focused intently on the enemy, keeping a close eye on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng remained still, and he held the flying cone motionless as well.

The two men stared at each other like fighting cocks, their bodies tense, ready for the next strike.

However, Lin Feng definitely won't make a move; he's waiting.

As for what to wait for, Ke Xiong knew the answer in just two breaths.

He suddenly felt that the broken sword behind him had not fallen to the ground, but was hanging down at his waist, with a small part of the broken blade still attached to his lower back.

Ke Xiong frowned and shook his body violently. He dared not focus too much on the broken sword, as most of his attention was on guarding against Lin Feng's attack.

Unexpectedly, after a short while, Ke Xiong felt a wave of weakness and dizziness. His gaze, which was fixed on Lin Feng, became blurred for a moment, as if he had astigmatism. Even though Lin Feng hadn't moved, he saw a double image in his eyes.

Ke Xiong, being an old and shrewd man, sensed something was amiss. He shouted loudly, gathered his true energy, and his body shot upwards, heading straight for the roof beam above his head.

Since he couldn't see through Lin Feng's strangeness, it was best to leave for the time being. To prevent Lin Feng from pursuing him, Ke Xiong threw the flying cone in his hand, and with his flying body, it flashed and stabbed towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng merely shifted his body slightly to dodge the flying spike, a hint of disdain on his lips as he calmly watched Ke Xiong throw the spike towards the roof.

Based on past experience, with such speed and force, Ke Xiong's throw would naturally smash through the thatched roof and send him flying away from the house.

To his surprise, when Ke Xiong threw himself forward, bent over, and slammed into the purlin, he was bounced back by several purlins as thick as an arm.

His body fell, lost its balance, and crashed onto the counter below.

With a loud crash, the counter shattered, and Ke Xiong was thrown into a pile of broken wood. He rolled around a few times, feeling weak all over and in unbearable pain.

This is not the state in which a disciple of a reclusive sect should appear.

Even the most skilled martial artists in the secular world wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Upon realizing that Lin Feng hadn't moved, Ke Xiong slowly sat up from the pile of broken wood, took deep breaths, and checked his condition.

This realization immediately shocked him.

My heart was beating very fast, like an engine that couldn't get enough fuel. Despite trying my best, my body was just too short of blood.

The vital energy couldn't be gathered and instead ran rampant within the body, causing a loss of energy and resulting in spasms and cramps in the arms and legs.

Ke Xiong was terrified and at a loss when he threw the ball.

He had never encountered anything so bizarre before. The feeling was like that of a fish out of water, its mouth agape but unable to breathe.

Lin Feng stood still, feeling the joy of the broken sword in his mind. It was as if a large amount of energy was entering his body, making him feel full.