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

The mysterious force was like a surging black tide, approaching the direction of the Jianghu Alliance. The deafening shouts and screams seemed to be the roar from hell, which made people tremble with fear. The dust in the sky was flying up, covering the sky and the sun, and dyeing the originally blue sky into a dim yellow.

Lin Feng stood on the city wall like a sculpture, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. His eyes were firm and sharp, revealing a determination to die, and he stared coldly at the enemy who was getting closer and closer in front of him. The strong wind whistled through the corners of his clothes, but it could not blow his body that stood like a mountain.

"Shoot!" With Lin Feng's order that resounded through the sky, the disciples on the city wall pulled the bowstrings to their full extent and shot the sharp arrows in their hands like a rainstorm at the enemies rushing in front. In an instant, the air was filled with the trembling sound of bowstrings and the whistling sound of sharp arrows cutting through the sky.

Arrows rained down, and the enemies in front fell down instantly. Some were pierced through the chest by sharp arrows, and some were shot in the legs, falling to the ground groaning in pain. But the enemies behind seemed not to see this scene, still with red eyes, shouting slogans, and continuing to charge fearlessly. Their footsteps were like dull drumbeats, hitting the hearts of the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance one by one.

Zhao Peng led a group of disciples to engage in fierce close combat with the enemy at the gate of the city. The sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the sun, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling wind and endless power. His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn all the enemies in front of him to death.

"Brothers, follow me to kill!" Zhao Peng shouted loudly, and his voice was still clearly audible on the noisy battlefield. He rushed to the enemy first, and several enemies fell at his feet in an instant. His movements were agile and powerful, and his moves were fierce and precise, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

A tall enemy took advantage of Zhao Peng's inattention and secretly stabbed him from the side. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Zhao Peng's body, he reacted quickly and dodged the fatal blow. Then, he stabbed with a backhand sword and directly pierced the enemy's throat. The enemy widened his eyes, made a "crackling" sound in his throat, and then slowly fell down.

Su Yao was nervously treating the wounded in the temporary medical camp in the rear. Her hands were covered with blood and her forehead was covered with sweat, but her movements did not stop at all.

"Hold on, it will be fine soon!" She comforted a seriously injured disciple while quickly treating his wound. Her eyes were full of concern and anxiety, and the needle and thread in her hand shuttled quickly, trying to sew up the deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

The disciple was pale and clenched his teeth because of the severe pain, but his eyes were still full of determination and desire for life. "Miss Su Yao, I can still fight..." he said weakly.

Su Yao shook her head, "Don't talk, save your energy."

On the battlefield, the two sides were in a stalemate. Although the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance fought bravely, the number of enemies was too large, and they kept coming. They seemed to be a group of tireless beasts, frantically attacking the defense line of the Jianghu Alliance.

The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance gradually felt powerless, and the enemy began to gradually gain the upper hand. Their encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and the disciples' space for activities was becoming more and more limited.

Lin Feng saw that the situation was not good, and he knew that if it continued like this, the situation would be irreversible. He took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then jumped off the wall, like a vigorous eagle, and pounced into the battlefield.

His swordsmanship was superb, and every move and every style contained deep internal strength and superb skills. Wherever his sword went, the enemies avoided it and dared not face its edge. But there were too many enemies, and just after repelling one wave, new enemies came up.

"The leader is here, let's kill!" The disciples saw Lin Feng take the lead and rushed into the enemy camp without hesitation, and their morale was boosted. Their originally exhausted bodies seemed to be re-injected with strength, and they shouted and launched a counterattack against the enemy again.

In a narrow passage, the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance formed a solid line of defense, blocking the enemy's advance. They stood back to back, supporting each other, and constantly waving their weapons to resist the enemy's wave after wave of attacks.

But the enemy was like crazy, constantly attacking this line of defense, trying to break through here. The disciples suffered heavy casualties, some of them had fallen to the ground and closed their eyes forever; some of them were injured in many places, but still held their positions.

"Don't let them break through!" A young disciple shouted, his voice hoarse with anger and excitement. He used his body to block a fierce attack from the enemy. The sharp blade cut across his shoulder, and blood immediately stained his clothes red, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He still waved his weapon and fought desperately with the enemy.

Just when the defense line was about to be broken, a surprise force came from behind the enemy. It turned out to be the reserve team of the Jianghu Alliance, who rushed to the battlefield at a critical moment. This reserve team was composed of a group of experienced and agile disciples. Their appearance was like a sharp dagger, fiercely piercing the heart of the enemy.

The captain of the reserve team was named Li Hao. He rushed into the enemy formation with two knives in his hands, as if he was in an empty space. His two knives flew up and down, and instantly chopped down several enemies.

"Brothers, fight them!" Li Hao shouted loudly.

The disciples of the reserve team responded one after another. Their attacks were swift and powerful, disrupting the enemy's position at once. The enemy began to fall into chaos, and the originally tight offensive formation began to loosen.

The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance seized this opportunity and launched a fierce counterattack. They cooperated with the reserve team to form a pincer attack on the enemy.

The battle between the two sides became more and more intense, and the entire battlefield had turned into a Shura hell. Blood dyed the earth red, corpses piled up like mountains, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. But the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance did not retreat. They had only one belief in their hearts: to defend their homeland and defend justice.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the mysterious forces finally began to be unable to bear such a blow. Their morale gradually declined and began to show signs of retreat.

"Don't let them run away, kill!" Lin Feng shouted loudly.

The disciples of the Jianghu Alliance took advantage of the victory and launched a final blow to the retreating enemy.

Finally, the remnants of the mysterious forces fled the battlefield like a lost dog. Although the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance were exhausted, they successfully defended their homeland and defended justice.

"Clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded!" Lin Feng gave the order. Although his voice was hoarse, it was still full of majesty and power.

The disciples began to move, some looking for surviving companions on the battlefield, and some collecting weapons and supplies abandoned by the enemy.

Although the battle was won, the Jianghu Alliance also paid a heavy price. Many familiar faces disappeared forever, and many young lives withered in this battle. However, their courage and unity will be forever engraved on this land, becoming the spiritual pillar of the Jianghu Alliance, inspiring future generations to continue to fight for justice.