Frontier Army Warrior

Even if one can withstand the true energy within the broken sword, mentally, they will definitely be driven to madness by the shock.

As he ran, the broken sword at his lower back repeatedly reminded him that he needed to replenish his energy, otherwise, continuing to burn like this would inevitably lead to exhaustion and death.

You must either use the broken sword to increase your energy or stop to rest and recover your strength, or your life will be in danger.

Reality is just that cruel.

The information transmitted by the broken sword became clearer and clearer, and its meaning was expressed more accurately and understandably.

Lin Feng knew that this was because the broken sword had absorbed the energy of two high-level cultivators, which had caused it to regain a lot of its power.

Although the Broken Sword's abilities have been somewhat restored, Lin Feng doesn't know if it can control the transmission of energy to him. If it can't, and continues to send all its energy into his body as before, the consequence will be an even faster death.

Lin Feng continued running for half a day, but he couldn't hold on any longer. When he crossed a deep ditch, he exerted too much force and fell headfirst into the ditch.

His body fell to the bottom of the ditch, and he was too weak to struggle. It seemed that he had to use all his strength to move even a single finger.

Helpless, he lay prone at the bottom of the ditch, tilting his head with all his might to expose his mouth and nose above the mound of earth in order to maintain normal breathing.

If a master capable of killing a high-level cultivator were to suffocate from being covered by dust, it would become a laughing stock in the cultivation world.

Lin Feng felt as if his body had become an empty shell, his mind was also empty, and he fell into a state of chaos.

Fortunately, a sliver of clarity remained, allowing me to maintain my train of thought.

He knew very well that if he fainted, he would not die, but he would lose track of time.

Just then, Lin Feng felt the broken sword at his lower back jump out. He was terrified, but he could no longer control its movements.

The broken sword acted on its own, flipped its hilt, and plunged into the mound of earth.

The next moment, Lin Feng felt the coolness of the broken sword, and the hilt was already pressed against his dantian.

In an instant, Lin Feng lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, Lin Feng found himself in that familiar space again.

There was no feeling of bloating or swelling in the blood and qi, and the emotions in the mind were very stable.

My whole body was enveloped in warmth, weightless, and I couldn't control my movements, as if I were floating in a vacuum.

This wasn't the first time Lin Feng had felt this way, and he knew it wouldn't do him any harm.

Open your mind and body, discard all the complexities, and let yourself drift freely.

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a few years, maybe just a moment.

A sudden boom echoed in Lin Feng's mind, and everything vanished.

When I regained consciousness, it was as if everything before had been a fantasy. I was still lying in the dust pile at the bottom of the ditch, my movements unchanged.

My mind was perfectly clear, and all the soreness, weakness, swelling, and numbness in my body had disappeared.

Lin Feng tried clenching his fist, and his knuckles made a cracking sound, as if they were full of power.

I took a deep breath, my lungs expanded, and my dantian felt full.

Once consciousness was fully restored, I immediately felt refreshed, my vital energy surged, and my mind became clear.

In short, I returned to the state I was in at the summit of Tianshan Mountain, and all fatigue disappeared.

Lin Feng knew that all of this was due to the magic of the broken sword, and he quickly tried to communicate with the broken sword in his mind.

To everyone's surprise, the broken sword seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Lin Feng slowly got up. He couldn't quite believe it and was afraid that something was wrong with him.

Slowly stand up and move your arms and legs.

He reached into the mound of earth and pulled the broken sword out.

Under the moonlight, the once gleaming sword now appeared dark and dull, lying in Lin Feng's hand, having lost its original dynamism, like an ordinary weapon broken in two.

Lin Feng sighed, wondering what price Duan Jian had paid to restore and improve him.

He circulated his inner energy, lightened his body, and with a slight exertion of his legs, leaped up from the bottom of the ditch and instantly stood in the open field.

Looking around, the moonlight was cool and refreshing.

Carefully tucking the broken sword to his lower back, he thought for a moment. When he fell into the ditch, it was already getting dark, and the moon was high in the sky.

It was probably past midnight.

Lin Feng wanted to let out a long roar, but he tried to suppress it. After turning his head to determine the direction, he leaped up, leaving a phantom in mid-air, and quickly disappeared from the spot.

Now is not the time to study the broken sword; I must enter the Taihang Sword Formation Sect before Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang.

As he sprinted at full speed, he immediately discovered that his speed had increased significantly, and the wind was much stronger, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

Lin Feng tried to circulate his true energy to his eyes, protecting the weakest point, and carefully felt the order brought by the strong wind.

From his previous training, Lin Feng knew that the use of space, including the use of wind, should be done in accordance with the natural flow, not by resisting it.

Nature is not something humans can fight against; making good use of it is the right way.

His mind dispersed, and because his consciousness became more focused and clear, he was able to carefully perceive the wind in front of his body.

Lin Feng instantly sensed the various changes in space; the wind was swirling in front of him, squeezing towards the center.

This is because its speed is so fast that it attracts the surrounding air, increasing the force that compresses it.

This requires you to use your inner energy to guide the air in front of you, releasing inner energy from your head to form a sharp arrowhead that separates the headwind to both sides and slides down your body, as if swimming in water.

You can't just charge straight ahead; you need to find a place with weak winds in advance and change direction slightly, which can actually increase your speed.

Lin Feng continued to refine and improve his methods while moving at high speed, constantly increasing his speed.

And so he traveled straight ahead in the dark, and during the day he bypassed the city and traveled only through deserted wilderness.

Even if he manages to encounter one or two pedestrians, given Lin Feng's speed, they will only feel a strange gust of wind passing by, and won't even see a shadow of a person.

After traveling thousands of miles, Lin Feng spent four days and five nights to finally stand at the foot of the Taihang Mountains.

He prayed silently that the two old men hadn't arrived yet.

My feet kept leaping up the mountain.

On Yinzhu Peak in the Taihang Mountains.

The Sword-Shaped Sect Leader Ji Fengxing and Elder Duan Li remained seated cross-legged inside the main cave, their eyes closed in deep meditation.

Suddenly, Ji Fengxing opened his eyes.

Almost simultaneously, Elder Duan Li also opened his eyes.

"He's here."

"Hmph, you chose a good time. Did you think you could deal with us like that?"

Ji Fengxing raised his hand and gestured: "Go around to the back and don't let him get away."

Duan Li nodded: "Sect Leader, rest assured, we will not let this brat go this time."

As they were talking, their bodies moved, instantly passing through the cave and disappearing into the clouds.

They didn't alert anyone else.

A major sect that ranks among the top hidden sects, with its leader and elders, surely cannot capture and kill a rogue cultivator.

Despite their repeated setbacks, they attributed their failures to the treasure Lin Feng possessed.

Without the support of the powerful treasure, Lin Feng is now at the level of a second-generation inner disciple. Any two people could easily suppress and capture him with a single move.

One of them attacked head-on, while the other maneuvered to intercept them from the side.

Lin Feng rushed to the mountainside of Hidden Pillar Peak. With a quick scan, he discovered that Ji Fengxing and Duan Li, who were in the cave, had been disturbed. He immediately turned around and flew down the mountain.