The body flickered once again, and Luoyu dared not confront Lin Feng's sword. This sword, which integrated the intent of the sword, the intent of battle, and the intent of destruction, was filled with endless solemn killing intent with each strike, its power too overwhelming.
Once struck by this sword, death was certain. Luoyu felt a hint of regret in his heart. He had never expected Lin Feng to be this powerful. A martial artist at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, ready to fight at a moment's notice, did not even register in his eyes.
Thunderous sounds reverberated as Lin Feng's sword slashed through the air, unleashing an extremely strong sword aura. A warhorse neighed, and in the distance, a steed was torn to shreds, its rider falling to the ground, gasping in shock, but not daring to provoke Lin Feng.
He had witnessed Luoyu's arrogance just now, directly attacking Lin Feng, but Lin Feng had not said a word, too lazy to waste time, directly drawing his sword. Each strike aimed to take lives, making Luoyu, at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, look pathetic. Lin Feng truly knew how to kill Luoyu.
Seeing this scene, where would he dare to provoke Lin Feng? That would be seeking death.
The sword intent of destruction rampaged, and the aura of Lin Feng's intent of battle grew stronger and stronger, coldly and ruthlessly wielding his long sword. Luoyu didn't even have a chance to counterattack.
At this moment, Luoyu's face darkened. He had been defeated so miserably by Lin Feng, and in front of so many people.
"Roar."
A furious roar emanated from Luoyu's mouth, his clothes fluttering, his whole body exuding boundless anger, cold and chilling.
"Are you kidding me!"
Lin Feng heard the roar, coldly said, and once again, struck with his sword, slashing down into the air.
The endless sword intent in the space suddenly disappeared, vanishing in an instant. This made Luoyu's eyes slightly narrowed, then a flicker of joy flashed in his eyes. The power of the tyrant was released, and the illusory shadow of his martial soul appeared behind him.
However, at this moment, Luoyu's heart suddenly tightened, beating rapidly. A sense of foreboding spread in his heart. The sword that lacked the chilling sword intent was the most dangerous.
The battle intent that had just ignited in his heart disappeared in an instant. Luoyu's body retreated wildly, reaching its limit.
"Swish, swish!"
A light sound came out, Luoyu dodged the sword, but a surging sword aura directly slashed at his chest. His clothes were torn apart inch by inch, revealing his skin, and a crimson bloodstain slid down from his throat, terrifying.
The crowd was stunned to see this scene, a sharp sword, a terrifying and ruthless strength.
Luoyu lowered his head, looked at his chest, and immediately, his expression became extremely ferocious.
Raising his head, Luoyu looked at Lin Feng with infinite anger in his eyes.
However, Lin Feng's eyes were still so indifferent, taking a step forward, his sword struck again.
"I will definitely kill you with my own hands."
Luoyu trembled, no longer interested in fighting, turned around, and flickered away.
Lin Feng sneered, took a step forward, sword raised, mercilessly striking at Luoyu's back.
Luoyu felt the terrifying killing intent behind him, gritted his teeth, his body trembling violently, not daring to stop, fleeing in embarrassment.
"You dare to talk big, you're just a dog." Lin Feng didn't continue to chase, stood with his sword, his cold voice echoing in the distance. "I thought you were a black demon, but in my eyes, you're not even as good as a black demon. You better not meet me in the future."
Luoyu, who was running away in the distance, heard Lin Feng's words and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His injuries, already caused by the sword energy, became even more severe due to his sudden anger, but he dared not stop, running away in embarrassment.
After Luoyu's figure disappeared, the crowd looked at Lin Feng, their eyes flickering with shock.
That day, Lin Feng was extremely arrogant, challenging the Black Demon, and almost killing him on the spot against all odds.
But today, Luoyu was even more arrogant. He spoke a word to Lin Feng, Lin Feng refuted, and immediately received a thunderous blow from Luoyu, injuring Lin Feng.
Lin Feng said nothing, just him alone, wielding his sword, and the result was Luoyu, who was arrogant and domineering, fleeing in embarrassment.
Two months later, Lin Feng defeated the seventh-ranked noble disciple of the Tianyi Academy.
Lin Feng's talent was too monstrous.
Expressionless, Lin Feng sheathed his silver sword, then returned to his dragon horse, lightly saying, "Let's go."
The silver-armored soldiers nodded slightly, issued a command, and immediately the sound of hooves resounded. The crowd ran wildly, and in just a moment, they disappeared from sight.
But the shocking battle from just now still echoed in the minds of the crowd.
Outside the north gate of the imperial city, there was desolation, with yellow soil covering the ground.
This north gate was not allowed to be entered or exited at will. It was usually tightly closed, only allowing passage with a pass token.
In the vast and desolate yellow soil area, there were many huge tents arranged in an orderly manner, where many soldiers were stationed.
At this moment, in the hundred-meter space outside the central tent, there were many figures gathered. There were noble youths dressed in luxury, generals in armor, and silver-armored soldiers.
Most of the noble youths dressed in luxury were disciples of the Xueyue Holy Institute. They were going to the battlefield to gain military merits, making their future paths smoother.
Of course, there were also many people who came to experience, to become stronger, to experience real life and death battles, to experience that kind of blood and cruelty.
"Boom, boom..."
In the distance, there was a sound of crying, shaking the ground, and coming from afar. The crowd in the camp could clearly feel the vibration of the ground.
The yellow soil spread, rolling over, and soon, many figures appeared in the sight of the crowd, rushing towards them.
"They're here."
The eyes of the crowd flickered, sharp gazes shooting towards the approaching figures.
At the same time, on the front seat of the camp, a young figure stood up, walking towards the crowd, with a gentle smile on his lips.
Several soldiers in front of the general's seat turned over and dismounted. Seeing the young man approaching, they immediately knelt down on one knee, respectfully shouting, "Your Highness."
"You've worked hard."
The young man nodded slightly to these soldiers with a smile, and with both hands slightly supporting them, he lifted them up one by one, leaving the soldiers deeply moved and grateful. Despite being a prince, high above others, he showed no arrogance, very easy to get along with. Even towards these ordinary soldiers, he was very polite.
"Your Highness," all the disciples from the Tianyi Academy dismounted and greeted Duan Wuya politely.
Duan Wuya smiled and nodded to the crowd, saying, "It's fortunate for Snow Moon to have your support in defending against external enemies."
"Your Highness is too kind."
"Please, everyone, take a seat. I'll gather the troops and issue the order to march."
Duan Wuya gestured politely, and on both sides of the camp, there were neat rows of seats. The disciples of the Tianyi Academy sat on the right side.
As the disciples of the Tianyi Academy took their seats, sharp gazes from the opposite side directed towards them, causing their eyes to narrow slightly as they looked back.
Among those sitting opposite them were many from the Snow Moon Holy Institute.
At this moment, Lin Feng, too, sat among the disciples of the Tianyi Academy. As soon as he sat down, he felt many gazes landing on him, causing him to slightly squint as he glanced back.
Duan Han, Yuantian Chen, Lin Qian, and many other familiar figures were among them.
The battlefield was not only where the stars of the Tianyi Academy wanted to set foot. Many nobles and commoners also wished to go. Nobles could gain military merits through the battlefield, paving the way for their careers, while commoners could rise to prominence through the battlefield, step by step, and exchange their hard work for glory.
However, Lin Feng keenly felt that there was a sharper gaze focused on him, not from the opposite crowd, but from the main seat next to Duan Wuya.
"Duan Tianlang!"
Seeing the sharp gaze in the general's armor, Lin Feng's eyes slightly froze. This armored general was none other than Duan Tianlang.
In addition to being a prince, Duan Tianlang was also a general of the country, leading troops into battle.