Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 986: A Strange Death

Lin Feng was worried that one day he would be controlled by the broken sword and become a soulless killing machine.

The three men in black cloaks were all sucked dry.

Duan Yiwei and his son trembled all over when they saw such a strange scene, and looked at Lin Feng in horror.

Is this still a human being?

Lin Feng was also helpless. This broken sword was a very evil object. He had no idea where Yuquan Temple got it from and treated it as a treasure.

It was Taoist Lengquan who accidentally became his weapon in order to save his life. Although he is under his control now, it may not be the case in a while.

At this moment, there are still five people on this boat, and they all saw him killing people. Should he silence them?

Lin Feng lowered his head and thought for a long time. When he came to his senses, he looked up and found that the tall wooden boat had gone far away from his own boat.

Lin Feng quickly instructed Cheng Yue and Duan Xing to stuff the three bodies into a bag, add some heavy objects into it, tie the bag tightly, and then throw it into the sea.

This is called destroying the body and covering up the traces, so that later people will not discover the strange appearance of the body.

Lin Feng looked at the busy figures of several people and the frightened expressions on their faces, and felt a little relieved.

They are just a few ordinary people in the secular world. Even if they tell others what they saw here, no one would believe them.

Besides, in front of them, he was Shu Fengting of Kunyu Mountain. When they got off the boat and said goodbye, who would know that he was Lin Feng of the Zhenxi Army?

This gave Lin Feng an inspiration. He put on a black cloak, put the hood on his head, and buried his face so deep that outsiders could not see his face clearly.

The straight knife of the middle-aged man in the black cloak was much better than Lin Feng's knife that was broken into three pieces. Duan Xing took it back, held it in front of Lin Feng, and asked him to accept it.

The murder scene was cleaned up very quickly because there was no blood to clean up. After only the body was disposed of, the deck was clean.

They were busy here, and the big ship that was leaving quickly was speeding up. As the distance between them got farther and farther, they could no longer see each other.

There was also a man in a black cloak in the ship's tower, who was none other than Puliu Dongqu from Changzhi Prefecture.

He was pale and trembling all over. It took him a while to hold on to the side of the boat and steady himself.

This time, three masters came to the sect, one of whom was even more prestigious than Shu Fengting of Kunyu Mountain.

The strength of these three people can definitely crush Shu Fengting.

Puliu Dongqu saw this very clearly and felt very relaxed.

But the result was beyond his expectation and it was a huge surprise that he couldn't understand even in his dreams.

How could the Shufeng Pavilion in Kunyu Mountain be so powerful?

During the entire battle, he, Puliu Dongqu, was secretly observing, but he really didn't understand it clearly. It was almost in the blink of an eye that he saw three disciples from the sect, and one of them had to call him "uncle master".

It's gone. It was easily destroyed.

Pu Liu Dongqu didn't dare to watch the scene that followed. When his uncle fell to the ground, Pu Liu Dongqu waved his hand and asked someone to start the wooden boat and began to quietly move away.

By the time the three fellow disciples were killed by Lin Feng, the big wooden boat had already gone far away.

Puliu Dongqu wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt relieved. Lin Feng was standing on the boat with his head down, thinking about something, as if he had forgotten everything around him.

Pu Liudongqu shook his head, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Shu Fengting from Kunyu Mountain came to Changzhi Prefecture. He passed the news back to the sect himself. The sect attached great importance to it and sent three middle-level disciples, one of whom was already a high-level sect leader.

There were originally few disciples in the sect, and this time he killed three of them.

I don’t know if the higher-ups in the sect can forgive my sins.

Puliu Dongqu sat cross-legged in the boat tower, unable to calm down, his mind full of random thoughts about how to avoid this disaster.

He is also a disciple of the Wulixin Sect on Yingyan Island. He has practiced the sect's skills for more than 30 years. He has always admired the sect's skills and regarded his master as a god.

But now look at Kunyu Mountain. A middle-level disciple actually killed three disciples of the Wulixin Sect without them having any chance to fight back.

Cracks began to appear in Puliu Dongqu's heart, his mind became unstable, and his breathing became disordered.

After a long period of thinking, he decided to exaggerate the incident so that the sect's leaders would be scared and shut up, and would not dare to cause trouble for Kunyu Mountain again.

Based on the direction they boarded the boat and the position of the sun, Lin Feng determined the general direction of the coast and asked the two women to row the boat.

He planned to dock the wooden boat, travel by land, and separate from these people, never to see each other again.

This might save their lives.

In the past few days, he held the broken sword and practiced his mental skills. He felt that his mind and the broken sword were more connected, but his emotions became more and more violent and difficult to control.

Perhaps it was because his skills were too low to suppress Broken Sword, or perhaps Broken Sword was progressing too fast for him to keep up.

In short, if you keep these people around, if one day you can't control one of them, or if you see someone you don't like, you can just raise your hand and wipe them all out.

It’s better to find a place where no one is around and solve this annoying problem first, then deal with other things.

The direction that Lin Feng judged was roughly correct. After the two women rowed hard for a day, they finally saw a black coastline.

Just as everyone was rejoicing, the wind started to blow on the sea.

In the distant sky, the thick dark clouds seem to be pressing down on people's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

The surrounding waves gradually became violent. From afar, under the dark clouds, a violent storm was approaching rapidly.

Duan Xing and Cheng Yue also joined the rowing team, and the four of them began to row hard.

But it is not faster than the wind and rain at sea.

In just a moment, the wind, rain and dark clouds that seemed far away in the sky just now came over everyone's heads the next moment.

A huge wave hit, and the wooden boat was like a toy, overturned by a naughty child.

The six people on the boat were thrown into the water.

The coast was less than a mile away, but it seemed like a chasm separated it.

In the face of the madness of nature, human beings are as weak as ants, and will be blown away without a trace by a gust of wind.

Lin Feng did not lose consciousness this time. Instead, he held his breath and let the waves push his body, floating up and down in the sea.

His true energy was full and he could hold his breath for a long time. In addition, he had good swimming skills, so Lin Feng was not nervous at all.

He was waiting for the sea to calm down. He could see the coastline just now, so it must not be too far away. With his swimming ability, it should not be a problem for him to swim to the shore.

He had beautiful thoughts, but God did not fulfill his wish.

The strong wind mixed with heavy rain was blowing endlessly and madly. The sky and the sea lost all their colors. In the darkness, there was no longer any sense of east, west, south or north.

Lin Feng could only take a breath of air occasionally, and most of the time he stayed underwater.

Although he was dizzy from being beaten by the waves, he never lost consciousness. The true energy in his body circulated, providing him with endless energy.