Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1052 Human Sandbag

Lin Fengyi was not afraid and climbed off the roof.

Before it even hit the ground, a heavy weapon came crashing down on it. You could feel its weight just by looking at it and feeling the pressure in the air.

He used the straight sword to bounce off the weapon that was smashing down in front of him, but there were dozens of spears with gleaming blades.

Lin Feng's body moved swiftly, allowing him to slip through the gaps in the spears and into the crowd.

A long sword and a short sword exploded into countless flashes of light in the crowd.

The soldier who was stabbed didn't even cry out; he simply collapsed to the ground and died silently.

Lin Feng charged straight towards the granary, his forces overwhelming all who stood in his way.

This was not the scene he wanted. However, his blood was boiling and his true energy was circulating along his meridians. Lin Feng could hardly control his body's movements, letting it dance among countless sharp weapons.

Such a bloody scene seemed to excite Lin Feng even more; his heartbeat was now in sync with the broken sword at his waist.

His movements became faster and faster, and he changed his sword countless times. He could grab other people's weapons at will and wield them, leaving the surrounding soldiers unable to resist.

Seeing that the number of people ahead was sparse, Lin Feng knew that he had broken through the encirclement, while the soldiers behind him showed fear and hesitated in their steps.

Such a killing god is beyond human resistance. The soldiers are not stupid, and none of them are willing to go forward and die.

Lin Feng paused slightly as he spun around, glanced at the soldiers not far away, grinned, and flashed a chilling white light in the moonlight.

His body was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and his face was crimson with a touch of pale white.

Such a scene made the soldiers holding spears tense up and instinctively take a step back.

Lin Feng weighed the two straight swords in his hands, pushed off with his feet, and charged into the group of soldiers.

The blood in my body is still surging, and my mind still needs the stimulation of fresh blood.

The more bloodshed there was, the more excited Lin Feng became, making it impossible for him to control his behavior.

The numerous pirate soldiers had no choice but to grit their teeth, hold their guns, and await the arrival of this god of death, as well as their own demise.

The two sides are rapidly closing the distance.

Suddenly, a figure appeared abruptly in front of Lin Feng and collided with him as he rushed over.

The figure stood still, but Lin Feng was knocked back a few steps and landed hard on his backside.

Lin Feng sat on the ground, shaking his head as if he was stunned by the impact.

This was the second time he had been knocked to the ground that day, which was quite embarrassing for him.

His knife was also knocked away, but he was very surprised. Unlike the first time, this time it felt like he had crashed into a mountain and couldn't budge the other party at all.

He opened his mouth, staring in astonishment at the figure.

"Who are you, kid? What's wrong with you?"

The man was speaking the language of the pirates. Lin Feng could roughly understand the meaning, but he could not reply in the same language.

He swallowed hard, knowing that his opponent was formidable and that he probably couldn't defeat him.

Because the broken sword had calmed down and was now obediently resting at his waist, no longer jumping around.

Seeing that Lin Feng remained silent, the man gestured with one hand.

Lin Feng felt something move in his arms and fly out.

Wow, that's amazing!

The man held an extra object in his hand—a brass token that Lin Feng had taken from the warship, engraved with the emblem of the Tengba pattern.

"The Tsuruta family crest?"

The man was stunned.

This is the territory of the Tsuruta family. How could they kill each other?

"What's your name?"

Upon hearing his words, Lin Feng blurted out a lie.

"Tsurudagawa."

Why kill your own people?

Lin Feng was speechless and could only stare blankly at the other person.

After calming down a bit, he realized that the other person was a long-faced, dark-skinned, thin old man with a short beard, white eyebrows, and cold eyes.

"Who are you?"

The white-browed old man was taken aback: "Young man, what you said is strange."

Lin Feng shut his mouth again.

In order not to give himself away, he could no longer speak.

"Go and explain it to me."

Seeing Lin Feng standing there dumbfounded, the white-browed old man had no choice but to give up trying to communicate with him. He moved swiftly and rushed forward to grab Lin Feng's arm.

How could Lin Feng let him get his hands on him? With a thought, the broken sword began to tremble. Just as the white-browed old man's hand touched Lin Feng's body, the broken sword suddenly flew out of its sheath and stabbed fiercely into the old man's chest.

The white-browed elder reacted swiftly, shifting his position mid-strike while grabbing Lin Feng's hand, and slapped the broken sword, sending it flying.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Feng pushed off with both feet and retreated a great distance.

The white-browed old man frowned, his eyes darting around as he looked at Lin Feng and the broken sword that had flown back into Lin Feng's hand.

"what is this?"

The old man sensed something unusual about the broken sword and cautiously refrained from making any further moves.

Lin Feng also sensed the old man's extraordinary nature, so he naturally could not take the initiative to attack. He casually sheathed his broken sword, slowly got up, and brushed the dust off his body.

It was just a subconscious action on his part; in fact, Lin Feng was already covered in blood.

He slaughtered his way here, and countless pirates died by his blade.

The old man kept staring at Lin Feng's movements, tossing the bronze plaque in his hand.

“You are not a member of the Tsuruta family, nor a member of the Ooga clan, you are... a member of the main branch.”

A cold smile appeared on the old man's face.

He spoke in broad terms.

Lin Feng wasn't embarrassed that his whereabouts had been discovered.

"Give me your name. You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Hmph, you're a hidden sect in the Central Plains region, you must be... from Kunyu Mountain."

The white-browed old man did not answer Lin Feng's question, nor did he pay attention to his praise. He simply stated his guess.

Lin Feng looked surprised: "You're really amazing, you have such a good eye for people. May I ask who you are...?"

The white-browed old man looked at Lin Feng and saw no pretense in him; his expression was utterly sincere.

"I am He Tianyuan of the Wunianliu Sect. Boy, you must be Shu Fengting. You disregard the sect rules and have killed countless members of my clan. No one can save you."

Before he finished speaking, Tsuruta Gen's figure vanished from the spot.

Lin Feng knew something was wrong and was already on guard. Upon seeing this, he immediately bowed and sprang out.

However, even though he reacted quickly, he was still not as fast as the other person. The broken sword, along with its scabbard, darted from his waist to his ribs.

Then, Lin Feng felt a blow to his right ribs.

Whether it was Tsuruta Gen's fist or foot, the blow was extremely heavy, sending Lin Feng's entire body flying.

In front of countless pirate soldiers, Lin Feng was like a sandbag being kicked around, constantly changing direction and being thrown about.

Lin Feng also wanted to defend and counterattack, but it was too late.

Each time he was hit, it came from an unexpected location, making it impossible for him to see Tsuruta Gen's movement trajectory.

This white-browed old man, like a ghost, suddenly appeared from an incomprehensible angle and position.

Lin Feng hovered in mid-air, trying to adjust his center of gravity, hoping to change the situation at the next landing point.

But to his surprise, his super-sensitive awareness and feelings were rendered useless in front of Tsuruta Gen.