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

The night enveloped the sect, and the cold wind howled, bringing a murderous atmosphere. Lin Feng led everyone in this fierce battle with the "Shadow Hall", which was like a thrilling epic drama, and it was staged on this land.

Lin Feng led the way and rushed to the front. His wounds had not yet healed completely, but at this moment, the pain had long been forgotten by him. His eyes were like torches, and the sword in his hand flashed a cold light under the moonlight. Every swing was full of resolute momentum. His clothes rustled in the wind, and although they were stained with blood, they showed his bravery and fearlessness.

The killers of the "Shadow Hall" came like a tide, their weapons flashed cold light in the dark, with endless murderous intent. Lin Feng roared and faced the enemy. His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and blood splattered between the swords. A killer from the Shadow Hall raised his long knife and slashed at Lin Feng. Lin Feng dodged to the side and swung the sword in his hand. The killer's arm was cut off instantly and he fell to the ground screaming.

Su Yao stood behind, her face pale but determined. She waved her hands and chanted something, and gorgeous spell lights flew out from her fingertips. Those lights were like warm streams, injected into the bodies of the injured soldiers, quickly repairing their wounds and allowing them to regain the strength to fight.

"Everyone hold on! We can't let the Shadow Hall succeed! We must fight for justice and for the peace of the rivers and lakes!" Lin Feng's voice echoed on the battlefield, full of inspiring power.

The disciples in the sect were inspired by Lin Feng and fought bravely. Some of them were young and immature, with a little fear on their faces, but the weapons in their hands were ruthless; some were battle-hardened, experienced, and their moves were steady and deadly. A young disciple, Xiao Ming, who is usually taken care of by his senior brothers, has red eyes at this moment, waving the spear in his hand frantically, the tip of the spear is like a snake tongue, and every attack is accompanied by his roar.

The disciples of Qingfeng Sect and Mingyue Sect cooperate closely, showing amazing tacit understanding. Master Li Qingfeng is agile, and the long sword in his hand is like a spirit snake out of a hole, and every move accurately pierces the enemy's vital points. His eyes are sharp, and he shuttles freely among the enemy groups. Wherever he goes, the killers of "Shadow Hall" avoid him. Master Zhao Mingyue holds a long whip, and the whip shadow is heavy, like a dragon out of the sea. Her long whip can not only attack enemies in the distance, but also return to defense at critical moments to protect the disciples around her.

The offensive of "Shadow Hall" is getting more and more fierce, and they seem to understand that this is a battle that determines the outcome. Waves of killers keep coming, and there are many masters with strong martial arts among them. A burly master of the Shadow Hall rushed towards the defense line of the Jianghu Alliance with a huge axe in hand. Every step he took shook the ground slightly, and wherever he went, the disciples were repelled.

"Everyone, come together and stop him!" an older disciple shouted.

In an instant, several disciples rushed forward, some stabbed with swords, and some chopped with knives, but the master was extremely fierce, and with a swing of the axe, he shook several disciples away. At this moment, Li Qingfeng, the head of the sect, flew over, and the long sword in his hand collided with the master's axe, making a loud noise. The two instantly fell into a fierce fight.

During the battle, disciples were constantly injured and fell. A young female disciple, Xiaohua, was scratched on the arm by the enemy's sword, but she still gritted her teeth and continued to fight with her other hand. There was no retreat in her eyes, only firm belief.

"For our homeland, for our loved ones, kill!" Her shouts inspired everyone around her.

A simple and honest disciple named Daniu was unfortunately hit in the chest by the enemy's hidden weapon. He fell to the ground, and his blood stained the land under him. His companions saw this scene, and they were filled with grief and anger. Their attacks became more crazy, and they vowed to avenge Daniu.

Lin Feng was heartbroken when he saw these scenes, but he knew that he could not be swayed by emotions at this moment. While he was fighting hard to kill the enemy, he observed the situation on the battlefield with his keen eyes, looking for the enemy's flaws.

"Everyone pay attention, concentrate on attacking their left wing!" Lin Feng suddenly found that the left wing defense of the "Shadow Hall" had loosened a little, and commanded everyone loudly.

The warriors of the Jianghu Alliance responded quickly. They launched a fierce attack on the left wing of the "Shadow Hall" like a surging torrent. For a time, the left wing of the "Shadow Hall" fell into chaos, and the killers retreated one after another, unable to resist this sudden and powerful offensive.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from the rear of the "Shadow Hall". It turned out that Lin Feng had arranged a surprise force of elite disciples in advance, and launched an unexpected attack from the enemy's rear. They were like ghosts in the dark night, swift and deadly. This surprise force was led by Zhang Meng, Lin Feng's right-hand man. They took advantage of the opportunity when the "Shadow Hall" was attacking the front line with all their strength and had no time to take care of the rear, and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.

The leader of the "Shadow Hall" stood on a high platform in the distance, and saw his team in chaos, his face changed drastically. He didn't expect that the Jianghu Alliance had such a backhand, and he began to have the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

"Retreat!" The leader gave the order helplessly. His voice was full of reluctance and anger.

The killers of the "Shadow Hall" heard the order to retreat and began to retreat. But the warriors of the Jianghu Alliance did not let them go, and chased them closely, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe. Lin Feng led everyone, like a tiger going down the mountain, and launched a ruthless pursuit of the fleeing enemy.

Finally, the enemies of the Shadow Hall fled in a panic, leaving behind corpses and discarded weapons. The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the smoke had not yet dissipated.

After the battle, the battlefield was in a mess. Lin Feng and others were exhausted, their bodies and spirits had reached their limits, but they showed a smile of victory on their faces.

"We won! We won!" Everyone cheered, and their voices echoed in the night sky, full of joy and pride.

However, they also paid a heavy price. Many disciples were injured and lay on the ground groaning. Some disciples closed their eyes forever and could no longer feel the joy of victory.

Lin Feng walked slowly across the battlefield, looking at the corpses on the ground, his heart full of emotion. He came to the side of a young disciple who had asked him for martial arts before the battle, but now he had stopped breathing. Lin Feng gently closed his eyes, with tears flashing in his eyes.

"We can't let them sacrifice in vain. We must completely eliminate the Shadow Hall and bring peace to the world." Lin Feng said, his voice firm and powerful, clearly audible in the silent battlefield.

Everyone nodded, their eyes full of determination. Although they were exhausted, they knew that the battle was not over for the sake of their lost companions and the justice of the world.

In the following days, the Jianghu Alliance began an intense rest. Su Yao and other disciples who were good at medicine treated the wounded day and night, and the smell of various herbs filled the air. The injured disciples gritted their teeth, endured the pain, and actively cooperated with the treatment, hoping to recover as soon as possible and fight again.

At the same time, Lin Feng discussed the next action plan with Li Qingfeng, Zhao Mingyue and other masters. They analyzed the possible movements of the Shadow Hall and studied more effective strategies and tactics.

"We must seize the victory and not give the Shadow Hall a chance to breathe." Li Qingfeng said, his eyes full of determination.

Zhao Mingyue nodded: "But we must also be careful of their traps and not attack blindly."

Lin Feng pondered for a moment and said: "Let's send out a reconnaissance team first to find out their situation before making a decision."

Everyone agreed.

In the corner of the sect, some disciples were silently holding a funeral for their deceased companions. Their faces were full of sadness, but also with hope for the future. They knew that only by continuing to fight can the sacrifice of their companions become valuable.

The turmoil in the rivers and lakes continues, and the warriors of the Jianghu Alliance are ready to face more challenges...