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

When the provocative words of the black-robed man echoed over the sect, the arrogance and arrogance seemed to turn into tangible pressure, weighing heavily on everyone's heart. Lin Feng's eyes were wide open, burning with rage, as if to burn all the evil in front of him.

"If you want to destroy my sect, step over my body first!" Lin Feng's roar resounded through the sky, breaking the suffocating silence like thunder. His voice was full of determination and fearlessness, without the slightest retreat or fear. Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward like an arrow from a bow, and the long sword in his hand flashed coldly in the sunlight. He turned his wrist, and when the long sword was swung, it brought up a series of extremely sharp sword energy. The sword energy was like substance, tearing the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and attacking the black-robed man directly.

Under the heroic leadership of Lin Feng, the other disciples also ignited their inner fighting spirit. They shouted in unison, and their voices gathered together to form a powerful wave of sound, as if to break through the clouds. Everyone used the spells and martial arts that they had practiced for many years. For a moment, the light shone, and the colorful spell light intertwined with the cold light of the weapons. The entire sect was instantly plunged into a fierce and chaotic battlefield.

Lin Feng and a black-robed man confronted each other head-on. The other's face hidden under the black robe could not see his expression, but his eyes revealed sinister and cruel. He waved the staff in his hand, and suddenly a black mist snaked out like a snake and rushed towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng's figure was as flexible as a ghost. He dodged left and right, and his steps were unpredictable. The black mist could never touch him. Taking advantage of the brief gap after the black-robed man released his spell, a gleam of brilliance flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He instantly seized the opportunity and rushed forward. The long sword in his hand stabbed out at a tricky angle and accurately pierced the black-robed man's shoulder.

However, what surprised Lin Feng was that the black-robed man seemed to be unaware of the pain. There was no blood flowing from his wound, but the black-robed man's eyes became more crazy and fierce. He muttered something, and the strange light flashed on the staff again, and then a more powerful dark force gushed out, like an out-of-control beast, rushing towards Lin Feng with bared fangs and claws.

Su Yao was in the back, with a nervous and focused expression. She kept waving the staff in her hand, muttering something, and soft and warm light flew out from the top of the staff and landed accurately on the disciples. These lights were like shields, providing additional defense and strength for the disciples. At the same time, she aimed at the black-robed man from time to time and fired sharp attack spells. Those spells turned into bright arrows or fireballs, shooting towards the black-robed man. Every time she released a spell, her forehead was covered with sweat and her face turned slightly pale, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on providing support for the battle ahead.

"Come on, everyone, we can't let them succeed!" Su Yao's voice was crisp and firm, and it was particularly loud in the chaotic battlefield. Her encouragement was like a stimulant, which made the disciples more motivated.

A young disciple was hit by the opponent's dark spell in a fierce battle with the black-robed man. He groaned and staggered backwards. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, his companions were quick and pulled him to a relatively safe area. "Brother, hold on!" The companion shouted loudly, then turned around without hesitation and threw himself into the fierce battle again.

"For the sect, fight!" The disciples shouted one after another, and their eyes were full of determination and determination. Every action and every attack poured all their strength and courage.

The head of the sect also joined the battle in person at this time. His white robe fluttered in the wind, like an immortal descending to earth. He waved his hands, chanted spells, and released powerful spells from his hands continuously. Each spell light contained huge energy, like a falling meteor, and wherever it went, the black-robed people were repelled. But there were many black-robed people, and there were many powerful ones among them. They kept surging up, like waves of black tides, trying to drown the head and others.

Lin Feng had several more deep wounds on his body, and the blood stained his clothes red. Some wounds were even deep enough to see the bones. But he seemed to feel no pain, and his eyes were still as firm as iron. His breathing became rapid and heavy, but the long sword in his hand did not tremble at all.

"Even if I die, I have to drag a few people with me!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and said, revealing a momentum of facing death. His swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and every attack was accompanied by a determination to burn his boats.

At this moment, the leader of the black-robed people appeared. His figure was tall and majestic, and the dark aura emanating from his body was as substantial as a substance, making people shudder. His black robe fluttered in the wind, as if he was a messenger from hell. The black-robed people around him saw the leader appear, and they all stepped aside respectfully, making way for him.

The leader walked towards Lin Feng and others with steady and powerful steps. Every step he took seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, causing the ground to tremble slightly. His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants.

"Today is your doomsday." The leader's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld. He slowly raised his hand, and a powerful and terrifying dark force quickly condensed in his hand. The power was like a black vortex, constantly spinning, swallowing all the light around it, and exuding a desperate breath.

Lin Feng and others felt this unprecedented powerful crisis, but there was no retreat or fear in their eyes. They held their weapons tightly, their bodies tense, ready to meet this final life-and-death impact.

At this critical moment, a loud and crisp bird song suddenly came from the sky. Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw a group of mysterious people riding cranes galloping over. The cranes' wings flapped, bringing gusts of wind. Their feathers were as white as snow, shining charmingly under the sunlight. The mysterious people riding on the backs of the cranes were all heroic. They were dressed in uniform, holding various magic weapons in their hands, and their eyes revealed firmness and justice.

"It's the support of the friendly faction!" Su Yao shouted in surprise, her voice full of hope and joy.

The mysterious people on the cranes jumped down one after another, like gods descending to earth, and quickly joined the battle. They are powerful, their magic is superb, and every move is powerful. Some mysterious people waved their swords, releasing a brilliant sword light, instantly repelling several black-robed people; some mysterious people threw out the magic weapons in their hands, turning them into huge light cages, trapping the black-robed people in them; and some mysterious people cast powerful healing spells to recover the injuries of the injured Lin Feng and others.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the black-robed people who had originally had the upper hand began to fall into a passive position. Their attacks were resolved one by one by the mysterious people of the friendly faction, and their defenses were gradually broken.

The leader of the black-robed people became extremely gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness. "Humph, you are lucky this time, but this is just the beginning." After saying that, he waved his sleeves and led the black-robed people to retreat quickly. Their figures disappeared in the distance like black smoke in an instant.

Lin Feng and others finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. Their tense nerves relaxed instantly, and their bodies seemed to have been drained of all their strength, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.

"Thank you for the support of the friendly sect. If you hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous." The head of the sect stepped forward and bowed deeply to the leader of the friendly sect, his tone full of gratitude.

The leader of the friendly sect smiled and waved his hand, saying: "You're welcome. We are of the same blood and should help each other. The righteous people in the world are one family. In the face of evil forces, we should work together."

After this thrilling battle, the sect suffered huge losses. Houses collapsed, the ground was bumpy, and flowers, plants and trees became a mess under the impact of spells. Many disciples were injured, and some even lost their lives. But with everyone's joint efforts, the foundation and dignity of the sect were finally preserved.

In the following days, Lin Feng and others strengthened the sect's fortifications while recovering from their injuries. They set up more magic arrays and traps around the sect and arranged disciples to patrol in turns. At the same time, they also conducted more rigorous and high-intensity training for the disciples to improve their strength and ability to deal with crises.