The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

The team led by Zhao Mingyue rushed towards the flank of the mysterious force like an unstoppable whirlwind. Zhao Mingyue led the way, and her agile figure looked particularly heroic under the sunlight. She held the long sword tightly in her hand, and the sword body flashed with cold light, as if she was eager to drink the blood of the enemy.

There was a fearless flame burning in her eyes, and every step was firm and powerful, with a determination to die. She shouted: "Brothers, follow me and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor!" The voice was as loud as a bell, echoing on the battlefield, inspiring every soldier behind her.

The elite disciples following behind her were all heroic and resolute. They were closely arranged to form a sharp wedge-shaped array. Their steps were uniform, and every step seemed to leave a deep mark on the ground. The weapons in their hands shone with a cold light in the sun, contrasting with their resolute eyes.

The disciple who rushed in front was named Chen Yu. He was a burly young man who was usually taciturn, but at this moment he burst out with amazing strength. He waved the long sword in his hand like a violent beast, and wherever he went, the enemies avoided him. But the enemy was not to be outdone. An enemy soldier seized the opportunity and stabbed Chen Yu with a gun. Chen Yu dodged sideways and slashed at the enemy's arm. The enemy soldier screamed and fell to the ground.

Zhao Mingyue saw an enemy trying to sneak attack Chen Yu. Her eyes were stern, and she swung the long sword in her hand. A sword energy broke through the air and instantly killed the sneak attacker.

"Be careful and don't give the enemy a chance!" Zhao Mingyue reminded the team members loudly.

Inspired by her, the elite disciples were greatly encouraged. They followed Zhao Mingyue closely and shouted in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The sound was deafening, forming a sharp bayonet that fiercely penetrated the flank of the mysterious force.

The flank of the mysterious force was immediately thrown into chaos. The originally tight formation began to crack, and the soldiers looked at the sudden impact in horror, at a loss. Some tried to resist, but fell down instantly under the swift attack of the Jianghu Alliance disciples; others began to retreat in panic, causing the entire flank defense line to crumble.

Lin Feng had been paying close attention to the situation on the battlefield, and was overjoyed to see Zhao Mingyue successfully disrupt the enemy's flank.

"Everyone take this opportunity to fight back with all your strength!" Lin Feng shouted loudly. His voice was full of power and majesty, like a battle horn, inspiring every disciple of the Jianghu Alliance.

The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance heard Lin Feng's order and gathered their strength, with the flame of revenge burning in their eyes. Their exhausted bodies seemed to be re-injected with infinite strength, waving their weapons and launching a more fierce attack on the enemy.

A disciple named Li Fei had suffered several minor injuries in the fierce battle, but at this moment he seemed to have forgotten the pain. He roared, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon out of the sea. Every time he stabbed, there was a whistling sound of wind, and he knocked down several enemies in succession.

Under the desperate attack of the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance, the defense line of the mysterious force began to collapse. They retreated step by step, and the original arrogant arrogance disappeared without a trace.

However, the leader of the mysterious force was not an ordinary person. He was tall, with a cold face, and his eyes revealed a sinister and cruel look. He wore black armor with golden patterns on it, showing his noble status.

He quickly noticed the change in the situation and made adjustments quickly. He waved the command sword in his hand and ordered loudly: "Team One will resist the flank attack, Team Two will strengthen the frontal offensive, and Team Three will prepare to outflanking!"

His voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty. The soldiers of the mysterious force heard the order of the leader and acted quickly. A team of soldiers quickly reinforced the flanks, trying to block the attack of Zhao Mingyue and others; Team Two increased the intensity of the frontal attack on the Jianghu Alliance in an attempt to regain the advantage; Team Three quietly went around the rear of the Jianghu Alliance, preparing to launch a surprise attack.

The soldiers of the mysterious force are well-trained, and they quickly reorganized effective defense and offense. Despite the sudden blow, they quickly stabilized their position under the command of the leader, showing a tenacious fighting will and excellent fighting quality.

The Jianghu Alliance's attack was hindered again. The advantage just gained gradually disappeared under the enemy's tenacious resistance, and the two sides fell into a stalemate. Every moment on the battlefield was full of blood and cruelty, and every inch of land was stained red with blood.

In the fierce battle, Lin Feng always maintained a high degree of vigilance and keen insight. His eyes were like lightning, searching for the key to change the situation in the chaotic battlefield. Suddenly, he found the figure of the leader of the mysterious force. The leader stood on a chariot, waving the sword in his hand, shouting loudly to command the soldiers to fight.

Lin Feng's heart moved. He knew that as long as he defeated the leader, he could disrupt the enemy's command system and thus reverse the entire battle situation. He no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, and operated the internal force in his body to the extreme. A layer of faint light appeared around his body, and he rushed towards the leader with the wind under his feet.

"Evil thief, take your life!" Lin Feng roared, his voice like thunder, exploding in the air.

The leader of the mysterious force heard Lin Feng's roar, turned his head, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by coldness and disdain. He sneered, jumped off the chariot, and greeted Lin Feng.

The two men immediately fought, and the collision of swords made a harsh sound and sparks flew. Lin Feng's swordsmanship was sharp and decisive, and every move was full of determination to kill. His sword was like a storm, impenetrable, trying to defeat his opponent in the shortest time.

The leader was not to be outdone, his martial arts were strange and tricky, and he often attacked Lin Feng's flaws unexpectedly. His figure was erratic, like a ghost, making Lin Feng unpredictable.

After dozens of rounds, both of them were out of breath and suffered varying degrees of injuries. Lin Feng's arm was cut open, and blood stained his sleeves red; the leader's shoulder was also stabbed by Lin Feng, and his steps began to stagger.

At this moment, a soldier from a mysterious force saw Lin Feng concentrating on fighting with the leader, and took advantage of his unpreparedness, sneaked up from behind, raised his spear, and stabbed Lin Feng in the back.

"Master, be careful!" A disciple of the Jianghu Alliance saw this scene and rushed forward without hesitation. The disciple's name was Wang Meng, and he was a loyal follower of Lin Feng. He blocked the fatal shot with his chest.

The spear penetrated Wang Meng's body, and he screamed in pain, but his hands tightly grasped the spear to prevent the enemy from pulling it out.

Lin Feng was filled with grief and anger. He turned around and swung his sword, beheading the sneak attacking soldier. Blood spurted out, staining Lin Feng's face red.

"Wang Meng!" Lin Feng shouted the disciple's name loudly, but Wang Meng had slowly fallen down, and his eyes lost their luster.

Lin Feng's eyes were full of tears, but he knew that now was not the time to be sad. He turned around and attacked the leader more frantically, pouring all the grief and anger in his heart into every move and every style.

The leader gradually felt powerless, and he began to realize that he might not be Lin Feng's opponent, and he had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Lin Feng saw through his mind and stepped up his offensive. His swordsmanship became more and more fierce, not giving the leader any chance to breathe.

Under the pressure of Lin Feng, the leader accidentally revealed an obvious flaw. Lin Feng saw the opportunity and stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

The leader screamed, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He widened his eyes, full of unwillingness and despair, and slowly fell down.

The soldiers of the mysterious force saw the leader being killed, and the morale of the army was immediately in chaos. They lost their command and the will to fight, and began to collapse. Some threw away their weapons and turned to flee; others knelt on the ground and raised their hands in surrender.

The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance took the opportunity to launch the final charge. They were like tigers descending from the mountains, chasing and killing the fleeing enemies. Their shouts echoed on the battlefield, as if announcing their victory to the world.

This fierce battle finally ended with the victory of the Jianghu Alliance, but they also paid a heavy price. Many disciples fell on this land, their bodies were cold, but their eyes were still looking at the sky, as if telling their desire for peace and adherence to justice.

Lin Feng looked at the corpses on the ground, his heart filled with grief. He walked slowly on the battlefield, and every step seemed so heavy. He looked at those familiar faces, some were still young teenagers, full of vigor and dreams; some were experienced warriors who had fought side by side with him many times. Now, they have all sacrificed their precious lives for this battle.

But he also knew that their sacrifice was valuable. They used their lives to guard justice and protect the peace of the rivers and lakes.

"Clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded. We want to let the dead brothers go in peace." Lin Feng said hoarsely. There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of firmness and determination.

The disciples began to act silently. Some of them carried the wounded to the makeshift medical tent; some collected the bodies of their companions on the battlefield and prepared for proper burial. Although their faces were full of fatigue and sadness, their eyes still flashed with a firm light. Because they know that this is just the end of a battle, and there are more challenges waiting for them in the future. But as long as they unite as one, nothing can stop them from moving forward.