Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1342 Communication Failure

He didn't want to say anything more, nor did he want to hear Lin Feng's insulting words anymore. He wanted to shut Lin Feng up completely, break his limbs, and then humiliate this despicable guy both physically and mentally to his heart's content.

Duan Li leaped into the air, his sword energy sharp and fierce, and thrust his finger at Lin Feng.

The Sword Formation Sect's inherited secret technique is to use the true energy within the body to simulate sword energy and unleash it outside the body, capable of breaking stone tablets and shattering rocks from a distance of several feet.

Lin Feng dodged to the side, and only when Duan Li was close did he suddenly throw a punch.

Duan Li sneered. This kid, who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, dares to fight him in close combat. He really doesn't know what death means.

Knowing that Lin Feng no longer had the broken sword, Duan Li felt confident and boldly engaged in close combat, meeting Lin Feng's hands with one hand and holding his own in the slightest.

In a short while, a large section of Lin Feng's robe was shredded off by Duan Li.

Seeing Lin Feng in such a sorry state, Duan Li felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing that he would surely avenge his great grudge today.

Just then, Lin Feng stumbled and fell backward as he dodged too hastily.

Without hesitation, Duan Li lunged forward, unleashing a sword aura with a single finger.

Lin Feng flipped over, and the sword energy pierced a deep hole in the rock beneath him.

Duan Li lunged forward, gathering his true energy once more, but Lin Feng sprang up and punched Duan Li in the chest with his right fist.

Duan Li used his severed arm to block, and his fingers, which were condensed with sword energy, instantly stabbed out.

Lin Feng swayed his body slightly, letting the sword energy glide past his shoulder, and with his left hand, he thrust the broken sword into Duan Li's abdomen from behind.

Although the broken sword has lost its spirit and energy, it is still incredibly sharp.

Despite Duan Li's abundant internal energy, he was still unable to withstand the stabbing of the broken sword.

In the blink of an eye, the broken sword pierced his abdomen, leaving only the hilt.

Duan Li felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and his eyes widened in horror as he discovered that the broken sword that had caused the major sects to scheme against each other was once again in Lin Feng's hands.

He was terrified of the broken sword. It was too demonic, completely disregarding his decades of hard-earned internal energy cultivation, severing limbs and severing bodies without any resistance.

Just as Duan Li paused, Lin Feng leaned forward and hugged him tightly.

The broken sword had lost its former sharpness. Although it pierced Duan Li's dantian, its ability to absorb his blood and qi was greatly weakened, so the broken sword had to remain in Duan Li's body.

Duan Li reacted quickly, one of his hands was restrained by Lin Feng, while his other severed arm struck Lin Feng's back hard with his elbow.

Lin Feng endured the massive elbow strike, yet he stubbornly refused to let go. To lessen the force of the blow, he grabbed Duan Li, rolled over suddenly, and slammed him to the ground.

The two of them clung to each other and rolled around among the weeds and rocks.

Lin Feng was struck several times by Duan Li's elbows, and blood spurted from his mouth.

However, Duan Li's striking power gradually weakened, and Lin Feng could withstand the next few blows.

Regardless of whether her bones were broken or her tendons were torn, she did everything in her power to prevent Duan Li from breaking free of her embrace.

Duan Li slowly lost his strength, his body became increasingly limp, and his eyes became unfocused.

As the internal energy leaked out, Lin Fengle cracked and snapped his bones, breaking several of them.

Half an hour later, Duan Li stopped struggling. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the sky. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't breathe in any air.

Lin Feng slowly loosened his arms, turned over and sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to circulate his qi to repair his broken bones.

The broken sword remained inside Duan Li's body, absorbing the last bit of energy within him.

When Lin Feng opened his eyes, his injuries had recovered to about 70-80%. He turned to look at Duan Li, who had withered into a dried-up corpse.

The broken sword's dark blade had a slight glimmer of light, but it was not obvious.

Lin Feng tried to communicate with the broken sword through his consciousness, but there was still no response.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled out the broken sword, and wiped it clean with Duan Li's clothes.

The broken sword no longer had the same forceful transmission of power as before; it no longer forcibly infused Lin Feng's massive blood and qi power upon contact with his body.

Lin Feng first found a deep pit, disposed of Duan Li's body, then sat behind a boulder, placed the hilt of the broken sword against his dantian, closed his eyes and concentrated.

After a long pause, Lin Feng shook his head.

He was unable to enter the space of the broken sword; communication had failed.

A broken sword without its spirit is just an incomparably sharp weapon.

Lin Feng didn't take it to heart. The broken sword had consumed too much energy to recover, causing it to fall into a weak state. As long as it could absorb some of the cultivator's blood and qi, it could recover.

With my current abilities, I can say that I can defeat the three sect leaders, but in terms of speed, I should have no problem protecting myself.

It's not safe to go up the mountain to cause trouble for Ji Fengxing right now, as I haven't fully recovered my strength.

Lin Feng found a slightly flatter spot, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to circulate his internal energy to repair the damage in his body.

Ji Fengxing wandered around in the deep mountains and forests for half a day. As darkness fell, he found no trace of Lin Feng and could not stray too far from the mountain gate.

After pondering for a while, they had no choice but to temporarily retreat to the sect's headquarters.

He was very puzzled. Lin Feng's speed just now was obviously a step ahead of his own. How did this kid manage to do that?

Ji Fengxing was known for his speed in the cultivation world, but he was left behind by Lin Feng. How could he accept this?

What should we do next?

The Zhongxingmen sect was wiped out by Lin Feng. Although not all of them were killed, very few remained.

I don't know what's going on with the Zhengyi Sect. Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang haven't returned yet, but Lin Feng has arrived in the Taihang Mountains first, so things probably aren't looking good.

Ji Fengxing pondered. He knew Master Zhen Zhuo, an inner disciple of Yuquan Temple, but he was only at the level of a third-generation disciple of his own. How could he have taught such a monstrous disciple?

Previously, Lin Feng possessed a great treasure, which could explain some seemingly illogical things. But now that Lin Feng's broken sword has been taken away by someone, why is he still so strange?

After much deliberation, an idea popped into Ji Fengxing's head.

Did they make a mistake in their decision?

They shouldn't have threatened Lin Feng's family; perhaps there's still room for the situation to be resolved.

Disciples of cultivation sects are so hard to find. In the battle of Zhongxing Sect alone, Lin Feng killed seven or eight of them, and two second-generation disciples have disappeared without a trace, their fate unknown.

Is this an attempt to wipe out all the hidden sects?

Just thinking about it makes you think that Lin Feng is too crazy.

What drove Lin Feng mad was simply taking his sister to a cave on Hidden Pillar Peak; he didn't mistreat her at all.

Ji Fengxing sighed, feeling that things were becoming increasingly difficult to control.

Lin Feng's broken sword has not yet appeared, which means that the other two sects have not yet mastered how to use it.

Is this magical broken sword in Gao Zhengqing's hands or Mu Qianyang's?

Ji Fengxing's thoughts were in disarray.

This is something that has been extremely rare for the leader of a major sect for decades.

It was already past midnight, and Elder Duan Li still hadn't returned.

Ji Fengxing opened his eyes in confusion and scanned the area around Hidden Pillar Peak, but found nothing unusual.

The silence only made him more uneasy.