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

When the afterglow of the setting sun shone like a thin layer of golden gauze on the devastated land of the sect, the smoke and blood left by that thrilling battle seemed to be gradually smoothed away by this gentle light. But there is still a complex atmosphere of exhaustion, sadness and victory in the air.

Lin Feng sat on a rock covered with battle marks, breathing heavily. His clothes were in tatters, and the originally tough fabric was now torn into strands by the sword, fluttering in the wind, and stained with blood, both his own and his enemies'. Those dried blood stains are a silent testimony of a tragic battle. However, even though his body was extremely exhausted, his eyes revealed a light of perseverance and calmness after experiencing the baptism of life and death. His eyes slowly swept across the battlefield that had just experienced the baptism of blood and fire, and his heart was like a surging ocean wave, full of emotions.

Su Yao dragged her heavy and tired body and busily shuttled among the injured with a slightly staggering pace. Her originally smart and bright eyes were now covered with bloodshot eyes, revealing deep exhaustion. But her hands were still casting healing spells steadily and skillfully. Every time she cast a spell, green light could be seen flowing from her fingertips, integrating into the injured person's body, repairing those shocking wounds. The long-term continuous casting of spells almost exhausted her spiritual energy. Every new treatment made her feel an unbearable dizziness, as if the whole world was shaking before her eyes. But she still gritted her teeth and persisted with the strong will in her heart, because she knew that every extra effort could save one more life and add more hope to the sect.

The leader stood on a high place, overlooking the messy battlefield. His figure looked particularly vicissitudes of life in the afterglow of the setting sun. His face was engraved with complex lines of worry and relief, and his eyes showed both pride in the sect's tenacity in surviving this fierce battle, and deep concern about the unknown threats in the future. His usually loud and firm voice became hoarse and heavy at this moment: "Immediately organize manpower to clear the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and count the losses."

Upon hearing the master's order, the disciples acted quickly and orderly. Some disciples worked in pairs and carefully carried their fellow disciples who were seriously injured to the hospital. Although their pace was hurried, they tried to keep it steady for fear of causing more pain to the injured; some silently Collect scattered weapons and magic weapons on the battlefield. Broken swords and damaged staffs, each one carries the memory of the battle.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, endured the pain and fatigue in his body, stood up, and joined the team cleaning up the battlefield. Together with several disciples, he moved the cold corpses aside to prepare for centralized processing. Their actions were solemn and solemn, expressing their deepest respect for each of their fallen classmates.

"Senior Brother Lin, thanks to your bravery in killing the enemy this time, we were able to save the sect." A young disciple gasped while struggling to lift a corpse. His face was still childish, but his eyes were full of admiration and gratitude for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng stopped what he was doing, stretched out his hand to help him straighten the burden on his shoulders, then patted him on the shoulder, and said with a hint of hoarseness but full of power in his voice: "Everyone is very brave, everyone is working hard." We tried our best. This is not the fault of one person, but the victory of all of us. As long as we are united, nothing can defeat us."

After some hard and hectic efforts, the battlefield was finally cleared relatively tidy. The hospital was crowded with wounded people at this moment. The painful groans and the urgent shouts of Su Yao and others intertwined to form a symphony full of tension and hope. Su Yao and several disciples who were good at medical skills were very busy. Their foreheads were covered with sweat and their clothes were soaked with sweat, but the movements in their hands did not stop at all.

Night fell quietly, and the ink-like darkness gradually swallowed the earth. The lights in the sect lit up one after another, like stars holding firm in the darkness. With a serious face, the leader summoned Lin Feng and other core disciples to discuss matters in the hall. In the hall, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing, and everyone's face showed post-war fatigue and worries about the future.

"Although we repelled the enemy this time, we also paid a heavy price and suffered heavy losses. Next, we must strengthen the construction of fortifications and cannot allow the enemy to easily break through our defense lines. At the same time, we must also find ways to touch Find out the details of the enemy, their action plans and the real purpose behind them." The leader's voice echoed in the hall, hoarse and heavy, and every word seemed to carry a huge weight.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, looked at the leader firmly, and said: "What the leader said is absolutely true. I suggest sending out smart and capable spies to try to sneak into the enemy to obtain the most accurate and timely intelligence. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we defeat each other." Take the initiative in future battles.”

An elder stroked his beard, thought for a moment and then said: "We must also strengthen ties and cooperation with other sects. We cannot face this evil force in isolation. We must unite all forces that can be united to jointly deal with possible threats. Through alliances, we can share intelligence and resources, support each other, and enhance overall strength.”

Another disciple continued: "Our weapons and equipment were also damaged and consumed a lot in this battle, and they need to be replenished and repaired as soon as possible. At the same time, we must improve the efficiency of logistics support to ensure that the supply of materials can be timely followed during the battle. superior."

Everyone expressed their opinions and suggestions, and the discussion was very warm and deep. Everyone knows that every decision at this moment is related to the martial arts life and death and future development.

"In addition, we must also hurry up to cultivate to improve our strength. This battle has made me deeply realize that there is still a big gap between us and the enemy. Only to continuously improve our spelling realm and fighting Tips, we can have a greater chance of winning in the future battle.

Su Yao coughed a few times, relieved the dry throat, and then said, "I will work hard in spell research, try to develop some new spells and matrix methods to enhance the defense and attack capabilities of the martial arts. It will improve and optimize existing spells to improve its power and effect. "

Listening to the suggestions of everyone, the head nodded slightly, and his eyes revealed the praise and firmness. He was silent for a moment, as if sorting out the opinions of everyone in his mind, and then said, "Okay, just do it according to everyone. From tomorrow, the martial arts enter the emergency alert state, and everyone must perform their duties. We must transform this setback into the motivation to move forward, so that the martial arts rises in adversity and become an indestructible justice. "

After the meeting, Lin Feng came to martial arts alone. Moonlight is like water, sprinkled on an empty martial arts farm, reflecting a silver white. He stood there quietly, staring at the long sword in his hand, and the sword body reflected the cold moonlight, like a flowing star river. After a while, he waved his sword and began a set of swordsmanship exercises. In the moonlight, his figure was like a ghost, and the sword was sharp and rapid. Every time the sword swords, the sound of the wind roars; every action is full of strength and determination. He recalled every detail in the day of the day, thinking about how to improve his swordsmanship, how to respond quickly under the attack of the enemy, and how to give the enemy a fatal blow to the enemy with a more clever trick. The sweat was soaked in his clothes, but he didn't realize it, completely immersed in the exploration and cultivation of swordsmanship.

At the same time, in her room, Su Yao's weak candlelight shown her focused and persistent face. There is an ancient and heavy classic in front of her. The pages of the book have been yellow, exuding the breath of years. Her slender fingers gently rolled the book page, looking at those dense texts and ancient patterns, looking for ways to restrain evil spells. Her eyes are sometimes confused and surprised. Whenever a little useful clues are found, they will be excited to record, and then continue to study and think in depth.

In the next few days, there was a busy and orderly scene in the martial arts. The new defensive work is tightly built with the efforts of capable craftsmen. The towering city walls are stronger, and the crossbow and spell traps arranged on the city walls are also more precise and powerful. The disciples' cultivation is also more hard. Under the early morning sun, they sweat and practice spells and martial arts; in the starlight at night, they are still meditation and cultivation, trying to improve their spiritual power and realm.

However, the peaceful days did not last too long. One day, the disciples who went out to perform the task hurried back to the martial arts. His clothes were full of dust and exhaustion, but his eyes revealed extreme shock and panic. He almost rushed into the head of the head, bringing a shocking news ...