Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1257 True Feelings Revealed

Just now, Yan Su's foot was about to kick Lin Feng's chest, but the flying broken sword severed his ankle, and only his foot hit Lin Feng's chest.

Yan Su stood frozen on one leg, his mind blank for a moment.

At this moment, Duan Li and Gui Ju also arrived.

The three men formed a triangle around Lin Feng, looked at each other, and realized they were all disabled.

They were extremely wary of the broken sword, knowing that if the three of them attacked at the same time, Lin Feng would inevitably be beaten to death.

However, one or two people will always suffer serious injuries, because that broken sword is not simple, and no one is confident that they can avoid its sneak attack.

Therefore, no one was in a hurry to take action.

The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of heavy breathing audible.

Lin Feng was in an even worse state, beaten into a tattered rag, with countless broken bones, his meridians scattered and his internal energy surging uncontrollably.

It felt like I was about to die.

Under the moonlight, the four of them remained in a stalemate, none of them speaking.

Yan Su and Duan Li silently bandaged their wounds to prevent themselves from bleeding to death.

They were all thinking about how to kill this kid and then seize the broken sword for themselves.

Lin Feng's life or death is no longer important. Seeing that his breath is weak, he probably won't live much longer.

The key is the broken sword in Lin Feng's hand. Even a fool could see that it was a great treasure, far superior to any treasure in his own sect.

A mere junior sect disciple, wielding a broken sword, could cut them to pieces like this; if he were to wield it himself...

You can go anywhere in this world as you please.

The three belonged to three different sects, and the levels of the sects were not much different.

If he obtains the broken sword, he will immediately become the leader of a reclusive sect.

How can this situation be broken?

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, suddenly, several people heard a shrill sound.

"Fengting... Fengting, where are you? Your mother has come looking for you..."

All four people present, including Lin Feng, could tell who was speaking.

In the past, Yan Su and the others would have been secretly delighted, thinking that another helper had arrived.

However, the appearance of Shuqin from Kunyu Mountain has now become a destabilizing factor.

All three of them were seriously injured, while Shu Qin was the fresh force. Originally, her level was the same as the three present. If she went all out, the broken sword would likely become their spoils of war.

Lin Feng was even more miserable. It's true that enemies always meet, and his nemesis had arrived.

All the cultivators in the sects knew in their hearts that Shu Qin's son, Shu Fengting, was most likely killed by Lin Feng.

Shu Qin, the discipline elder of Kunyu Mountain, was already driven mad by the heartache of her missing son. When she saw Lin Feng again, wouldn't she just bite him?

Just as the group was at a loss, Shu Qin arrived quickly. Although she wasn't very bright, she still had all her strength, so she moved very fast.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere here, Shuqin rushed straight down from the night sky.

Shuqin stood on the rooftop near a few people, the night wind blowing her tattered clothes and her disheveled long hair flying in the air.

In the darkness, the whites of her eyes were particularly noticeable as she stared directly at the people present.

Yan Su had no choice but to speak at this point.

"So it's Junior Sister Shu from Kunyu Mountain. You've come at the right time. We've already surrounded the murderer who killed your son, and we'll hand him over to you in a moment so you can avenge your son."

Gui Ju and Duan Li nodded with smiles on their faces.

"Yes, yes, Junior Sister Shu, please wait a moment. We will capture this thief for you and hand him over to you to avenge him."

Shu Qin's eyes slowly slid across the faces of everyone present, then fixed their gaze on Lin Feng's face, and stopped moving.

Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze; it wasn't a normal look, but rather the gaze of a hungry wolf or a ravenous demon emerging from hell.

A moment later, Shu Qin leaped through the air and landed about three steps away from Lin Feng, her gaze never leaving his face.

Yan Su and the others exchanged glances, but looked helpless.

At this point, taking action was problematic, but not taking action was also problematic; they were undecided about what to do.

After landing, Shu Qin slowly moved closer to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall. He concealed the broken sword behind his elbow, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to the madwoman.

Seeing Lin Feng's actions, the three old men remained silent.

They also harbored a hope that perhaps Shuqin would be cut in two by Lin Feng, and then things would return to square one.

This weapon will become the focus of their struggle.

Having one less competitor benefits all three of them.

As Shu Qin slowly approached, Lin Feng noticed that her face was covered in grime, as if she hadn't washed it in a long time. Her hair was disheveled, and her large, white eyes were visible, which looked quite strange.

The atmosphere inside was suffocating; it was anyone's guess how Shu Qin would deal with her nemesis, Lin Feng.

In Yan Su's mind, the best outcome would be for the two to perish together, so that the three could sit down and discuss the ownership of the broken sword.

Shu Qin's filthy face gradually approached, stopping when it was less than a foot away from Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and waited, weighing the timing of his move.

However, after Shuqin leaned her face over, she remained frozen in place, her fierce gaze gradually softening.

At this moment, Lin Feng was covered in blood, looking miserable. He was barely breathing, experiencing waves of dizziness, and was almost unable to support his head.

He wanted to slash Shuqin's face as she reached out.

However, he restrained himself, as this was not the best opportunity. Both sides were on high alert, and given Shuqin's reaction, he knew he couldn't possibly cut her.

If such an opportunity is missed and the other party becomes wary, then facing four high-level cultivators, one will only have death to await.

The three old men standing on the periphery were secretly cheering each other on, urging Lin Feng to make his move quickly. They could also see that Lin Feng was waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

However, something unexpected happened: Shu Qin's expression softened, and she even smiled.

This smile contains a variety of emotions, including happiness, kindness, and compassion.

Lin Feng was also stunned. Had he really gone mad?

He could not detect any pretense in Shuqin's expression; it was a genuine outpouring of emotion.

Sure enough, Shu Qin's words left everyone present even more bewildered.

"Fengting, Fengting, your mother has finally found you! Are you alright? How did you get beaten so badly..."

Yan Su, with one foot on the ground, almost fell over upon hearing this.

Holy crap, what's going on?

Lin Feng was clearly the man who killed her son, so how could this be...?

In an instant, everyone realized that this old woman had truly gone mad.

Lin Feng didn't know what to say. He didn't want to deceive a mother who had lost her son, nor did he want to make things worse by arguing.

Just because he doesn't speak up doesn't mean others won't.

Gui Ju couldn't hold back any longer.

"Junior Sister Shu, this man is the murderer who killed your son. You have mistaken him for someone else. Quickly take revenge!"

Shu Qin didn't even glance at him, her face full of tenderness as she looked at Lin Feng.

"Fengting, I've been looking for you for so long! Where have you been all this time?"

As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked Lin Feng's cheek.

Lin Feng confirmed once again from her expression that it was not acting; she was revealing the tenderness of a mother.

He sighed inwardly, but did not move or dodge Shuqin's hand.

Gui Ju, who was short-tempered, had long been impatient and shouted loudly.

"Are you crazy? This man cannot be allowed to live. He is Lin Feng, not your son!"

As he spoke, he moved and lunged forward, his fist aimed straight at Lin Feng.