Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1213 Isn't this courting death?

A moment later, more than a dozen men in black had fallen to the ground, and the breathing in the crowd became rapid.

More and more men in black joined the fray from the sidelines. At this point in the battle, there was no room for complacency; they had to press on and take down Lin Feng in one fell swoop.

The more anxious they became, the less they could control the rhythm of the battle, and they were completely led by the enemy, running around in a chaotic mess.

As the group of people in black moved, people would fall and lose their lives every now and then.

Lin Feng's figure, from the beginning to now, has remained unchanged for half an hour, without the slightest hesitation, his movements as smooth as flowing water.

Wei Nanji's heart sank to the bottom.

Perhaps I miscalculated the opponent's strength. It's simply unimaginable that even the world's top martial arts masters could withstand the frenzied attacks of dozens of masters single-handedly.

Wei Nanji had dealt with Yuquan Temple several times and knew that the temple was full of highly accomplished people who were above ordinary people.

Seeing Lin Feng like this, two words involuntarily popped into my mind.

Cultivator.

Wei Nanji regretted it. He had been too careless in his calculations. Since Lin Feng had a close relationship with Yuquan Temple, why couldn't he guess that he was a cultivator?

It was because Lin Feng's usual impression on him was not that of a cultivator at all, but rather that of a gentle and elegant scholar with a refined demeanor.

Who are cultivators?

They are above ordinary people, always with a cold and arrogant demeanor, as if they don't care about the world at all and ignore others.

The two are very different, and it's impossible to think of them from the perspective of cultivators.

However, as a cultivator, he served as the regent of the Grand Sect, led the Zhenxi Army, and intervened in the wars of the secular world. Wasn't this breaking the rules?

Wei Nanji was troubled. He watched as the men in black on the gentle slope were cut down one by one, their numbers dwindling.

Even the enormous, burly man fought with increasing ferocity, showing no signs of weakness.

Fortunately, although most of the Grand Tutor's experts had been killed, they still fought to the death and refused to retreat, constantly emerging from their ambush locations and rushing into the battlefield.

Wei Nanji wanted to retreat. He moved backward, abandoning his deputy and the group of men in black, and gradually disappeared behind the protruding rocks.

He himself was a master, but he knew that he did not have the means to fight against a hundred people. Obviously, he was no match for Lin Feng, so he decided to retreat and make other plans.

Behind him were steps leading up the mountain, and there was no one around. Wei Nanji took off running up the mountain.

Lin Feng cut down the last man in black, wiped the blood off his knife on their corpses, and then glanced at Qiao Jushan.

"Get them all down there later, so they don't block other people's way."

Qiao Jushan was sweeping a man in black off the cliff with a stick when he turned around and shouted his agreement.

"Yes, boss."

Lin Feng turned and walked towards the top of the mountain.

His consciousness was closely following the frantically running Wei Nanji.

I felt that this guy was pretty fast on his feet and was about to escape from my consciousness.

Lin Feng raised his straight knife, about to throw it forcefully, but suddenly felt that this was not a good idea. The other party had not attacked him, so it would not be considered self-defense, right?

While he hesitated, the undulating mountain steps, with their left and right turns, had long since obscured Wei Nanji's figure.

Lin Feng felt that if Wei Nanji was allowed to go down the mountain, it would probably affect the incorporation of Cui Ying's troops. Although he did not directly attack him, the fact that he launched such a large-scale operation clearly indicated that his purpose was to kill him.

With that thought, Lin Feng pushed off with his legs, leaped into the air, drew an arc, and landed on a towering rock.

With the expansion of consciousness, a rescan revealed Wei Nanji leaping and darting among the jungle rocks.

Without further hesitation, Lin Feng forcefully swung the straight knife in his hand.

The straight blade, flying into the air, seemed to have eyes, tracing several arcs before flashing a few times in the sunlight and piercing Wei Nanji's back.

Just as Wei Nanji leaped forward, before his body landed at the next point of leverage, he noticed the abnormality behind him but was unable to change direction in mid-air.

With the straight blade still piercing his body, he lunged into the pile of rocks.

When Lin Feng reached his side, Wei Nanji had already stopped breathing. In his final moments, his face, pressed against a rock, had only one eye open.

With deep regret, he stopped breathing.

Lin Feng reached out and drew his straight sword, wiped the blood off Wei Nanji's body, sheathed the sword, and without giving him another glance, got up and walked towards the top of the mountain.

After walking less than two miles along the mountain road, we came to a platform.

From the other end of the platform, a dozen or so men in blue robes, each wielding a steel knife, emerged.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks, and more than twenty men in blue robes wielding knives sprang out from both sides of the path behind him.

In an instant, Lin Feng was trapped in the middle of the platform.

These were the ambush troops left by Wei Nanji. They didn't expect Lin Feng to be able to come here. After confirming that it was Lin Feng, they hurriedly jumped out.

The leader was naturally Wei Nanji's confidant, Wei Nanliang, the commander of the Jingnan garrison and also a relative of Wei Nanji.

He looked down the mountain path in confusion, but didn't see his boss. Why would he let Lin Feng come up alone?

It must have been Lin Feng's guards who fought desperately to protect him, allowing him to escape the encirclement alone.

Faced with this situation, Wei Nanliang did not hesitate and gave a low shout.

"kill!"

The men in blue robes around them immediately drew their knives and rushed forward.

Lin Feng sighed. He couldn't afford to be soft-hearted at all when facing someone who wanted to kill him.

The straight sword was drawn from its sheath, its cold light flashing wildly.

The man in blue was less capable in combat than the men in black.

Moreover, when dozens of men in blue robes had knocked down more than a dozen men, those behind them had become timid and hesitated to move forward.

Lin Feng's figure flickered like a ghost, and in just a moment, seven or eight more men collapsed to the ground, blood spurting from their necks.

Of the remaining twenty-odd men in blue robes, one of them was the first to turn and run down the mountain.

The next scene was that the many men in blue clothes scattered and fled, disappearing silently into the weeds, bushes and rocks.

Wei Nanliang held the steel knife in his hand, staring blankly at the situation before him, unable to recover for a moment.

So this is how powerful the Grand Regent Lin Feng is. How could his boss be so foolish?

They actually think they can take down someone with such a small number of people.

Isn't this just courting death?

Lin Feng's straight knife was already at Wei Nanliang's neck, gleaming brightly and chillingly menacing, making the hairs on Wei Nanliang's body stand on end.

His legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees, ignoring the uneven stone ground that hurt his knees.

"Your Highness, I was blind. I shouldn't have listened to Wei Nanji. I've committed a capital offense. Please, Your Highness, have mercy..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, for Lin Feng's straight blade had already pierced his throat.

"Since it's a capital offense, why show leniency?"

Lin Feng drew his straight knife, wiped it clean, and kicked Wei Nanliang's corpse down the mountain.

He turned around and continued up the mountain.

He wanted to go to Yuquan Temple to take a look. After all, he was an inner disciple of Yuquan Temple, and since he was at his doorstep, how could he not go in and take a look?

Lin Feng walked slowly, waiting for Qiao Jushan.

Similarly, they had great confidence in Qiao Jushan. Unless one was a cultivator superior to Qiao Jushan, there was no one in the world who could easily kill this humanoid behemoth.