Mainland Martial Arts

After a fierce battle, the two brothers finally escaped with the remaining disciples.

Lin Feng sheathed his sword, looked at Xu Tian and said, "Let's go."

Xu Tian nodded repeatedly and continued to move forward with Lin Feng.

A few more days passed.

Suddenly, a subtle noise came from the front. Lin Feng immediately stopped and raised his hand to signal Xu Tian to be quiet. They stood there in silence, not daring to make a sound.

Four or five figures slowly emerged from the nearby woods. These people exuded a powerful aura, and it was obvious at first glance that they were not ordinary warriors.

"Oh no, it's the high-level master of the Nine Emperors Pavilion!" Lin Feng thought to himself that something was wrong, and his face instantly became very ugly.

Xu Tian was so frightened that his face turned pale and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

"Run!" Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, pulled Xu Tian up and turned to run.

Seeing this, the high-level masters immediately shouted, "Don't run!" and quickly chased after him.

Lin Feng and Xu Tian desperately shuttled through the mountains and forests, their figures like ghosts, their speed extremely fast. But the several high-level masters were even more powerful, following closely behind them, getting closer and closer.

"Lin Feng, what should we do? They are about to catch up!" Xu Tian shouted anxiously, his eyes full of despair.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Don't panic, I'll hold them back while you find a chance to escape!"

"No, I can't leave you!" Xu Tian said firmly.

"Be obedient! You will only be a burden to me if you stay here! Go away!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his eyes full of anxiety.

Xu Tian hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and turned to run in another direction.

Lin Feng stopped, turned around, and faced the high-level master who was chasing him. He took a deep breath, slowly raised the knife in his hand, and his eyes were full of determination.

"Come on, you bastards!" Lin Feng roared.

The high-ranking masters sneered, "You idiot, you'll die today!"

After saying that, they attacked at the same time, and a powerful aura surged towards Lin Feng like a tide.

Lin Feng was not afraid at all. He waved the knife in his hand and rushed forward.

The knife flashed and collided with those powerful auras, making loud noises.

The battle intensified, and Lin Feng gradually fell behind. A high-ranking Grandmaster flashed and appeared before Lin Feng like a ghost. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful palm strike. A faint purple aura seemed to linger above his palm, carrying a terrifying pressure. Startled, Lin Feng quickly swung his sword to block the attack, but the overwhelming force still numbed his palm.

At this moment, another high-ranking Grandmaster also flew over. He waved his hands, and a series of sharp sword energies shot out, attacking Lin Feng like a dense rain. Lin Feng hurriedly used his body skills to dodge the gaps between the sword energies, but several sword energies still cut through his clothes, leaving a few shallow scars on his body.

The high-ranking masters exchanged glances, seemingly reaching some kind of tacit understanding. They instantly dispersed, surrounding Lin Feng and trapping him in the center. One of them clasped his hands together, muttering something. Immediately, a powerful cyclone formed before him, seemingly imbued with the power to annihilate heaven and earth. He thrust the cyclone forward, sweeping toward Lin Feng like a whirlwind.

Lin Feng's face changed drastically. He felt the terrifying power of the cyclone and did not dare to be negligent. He quickly raised his knife and used all his strength to swing out a dazzling blade light, which collided fiercely with the cyclone.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the powerful impact force made Lin Feng's body fly backwards suddenly, and blood spurted out of his mouth again.

At this moment, the other two high-ranking Grandmasters also attacked simultaneously. One unleashed a fist technique, each punch carrying a weighty force that seemed to split mountains and crack rocks; the other employed a strange finger technique, shooting serpent-like rays of light at Lin Feng.

The two of them cooperated well, and their moves were endless, leaving Lin Feng overwhelmed. Lin Feng desperately resisted their attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack, but the enemy was too strong, and his situation became increasingly difficult.

In this fierce battle, the figures of high-ranking masters flashed and intertwined like phantoms. Their moves were sometimes fierce, sometimes delicate, sometimes strange, each one imbued with immense destructive power. They unleashed waves of energy storms throughout the space, uprooting surrounding trees and sending earth and rocks flying in a hail of destruction, as if the world were about to end.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and held on, he had only one belief in his heart, that was to survive.

A high-ranking Grandmaster seized the opportunity and suddenly swung out a palm strike. The palm wind whistled like a hurricane, carrying with it an overwhelming momentum. Lin Feng tried his best to dodge sideways, but the palm wind still slashed through his left arm like a sharp blade, and a sharp pain instantly hit him.

He endured the pain and continued to swing the knife in his hand, trying to resist the enemy's attack wave after wave. However, the enemy's attack became more and more fierce, surging like a tide.

Suddenly, another high-ranking Grandmaster attacked from behind, striking Lin Feng hard on the back. Lin Feng felt a surge of force surging through his body, a sweet sensation in his throat, and a rush of blood. He stumbled forward a few steps, unable to contain the blood any longer. With a puff, the blood gushed out, forming a startling bloody mist in the air.

Blood stained his clothes, and Lin Feng's face instantly turned pale as paper. But his eyes still burned with an unyielding fire. He gritted his teeth, trying to stay awake. He supported the knife with one hand, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath, trying to regain some strength.

"Lin Feng, give up, you can't escape!" the enemy sneered complacently.

Lin Feng raised his head, his eyes full of stubbornness and determination. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, slowly stood up, and said coldly: "If you want me to give up, I have to die!"

Lin Feng gripped the knife tightly in his hand, sweat dripping from his forehead, soaking his clothes. His eyes were filled with determination and unyielding spirit, his mind racing as he pondered a strategy for escape.

"Lin Feng, today is your doomsday!" one of the high-level masters said coldly.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, suddenly moved, and rushed in one direction. The masters immediately reacted and used their powerful skills to try to stop him.

Lin Feng slashed left and right, his blade flashing as he engaged in a fierce battle with the Grandmasters. Every collision of blade and force unleashed a brilliant burst of light and powerful energy fluctuations.

He fought and retreated, gradually retreating deeper into the forest. The terrain was complex, and Lin Feng struggled forward while carefully observing his surroundings. He spotted a dense bush ahead and quickly slipped into it, using the cover of the bushes to temporarily avoid the Grandmasters' sight.