King of Nine Skies-Chapter 193 - : lost dog

The body flickered again. Lin Feng's sword was too powerful for the rain to even catch. This sword, which combined the essence of swordsmanship, battle spirit and the intention of destruction, each time it was slashed down, was filled with boundless coldness and brutality, and its power was simply too overwhelming.

As long as he is cut by this sword, he will surely die. Luoyu felt a tinge of regret in his heart. He never expected that Lin Feng would be so powerful. A martial cultivator at the level of Spirit-Defence Realm, Seventh Stage, would fight without hesitation and not take him seriously at all.

A rumbling sound echoed out. Lin Feng's sword failed to strike anything. A powerful burst of sword qi emerged. The warhorse neighed. A magnificent steed in the distance was torn apart and shattered directly. The person sitting on that steed fell to the ground, gasping for breath. However, he dared not utter a single word of complaint and dared not provoke Lin Feng.

He witnessed the scene of the rainstorm raging just now with his own eyes. Without hesitation, he attacked Lin Feng directly. He was arrogant and unrestrained. But Lin Feng didn't say a word. He was too lazy to waste words and immediately drew his sword. Each strike was aimed at killing someone. The *Luo Yu, who was already at the level of the Seventh Stage of Spirit Power, was completely overwhelmed by Lin Feng's swordsmanship. Lin Feng really killed Luo Yu.

Seeing this scene, he wouldn't dare to provoke Lin Feng. Otherwise, he would be inviting death.

The destructive swordsmanship of the demon lord was full of vigor and flexibility. Lin Feng's martial spirit was also becoming increasingly intense. He wielded his long sword with a cold and ruthless manner, and even failed to get a chance to counterattack.

At this moment, Luo Yu's face was gloomy. He was actually beaten up so badly by Lin Feng, and it happened in front of so many people.

"Ho!"

The mouth that was dripping with rain emitted a fierce roar. The clothes on his body fluttered. The entire person was exuding boundless rage, cold and piercing.

"Are you farting?"

When Lin Feng heard the other's roar, he said coldly, "Just one more strike," and then delivered another sword blow, slicing through the air.

The boundless sword energy in the space suddenly vanished, disappearing in an instant without a trace. This made Luoyue's eyes slightly widen, and then a hint of joy flashed across her gaze. The power of the berserker was unleashed, and the ghostly shadow of her martial spirit behind her appeared and disappeared intermittently.

However, just at this moment, Luo Yu's heart suddenly tightened and began to thump rapidly. A foreboding feeling spread in his mind. This sword strike without the fierce swordsmanship was the most dangerous one.

The warlike ardor that had just flared up in his heart vanished in an instant. His body, already weakened by the rain, retreated furiously, reaching the brink of exhaustion.

"Ha! Ha!"

A soft sound of clashing rang out. The rain shielded itself from that sword strike, but a flickering sword qi directly cut through his chest. The clothes on his body were torn to shreds, his skin was exposed. A crimson blood trail, as bright as a red thread, flowed down from his throat, shocking everyone with its shocking sight.

The crowd was all stunned when they saw this scene. Such a sharp sword, such overwhelming and terrifying power.

Lei Yu lowered his head and glanced at his own chest for a moment. Immediately afterwards, his face turned extremely ugly.

Looking up, when he saw Lin Feng again as the rain fell, his gaze was burning with boundless rage.

However, Lin Feng's eyes remained as cold as ever. With a single step, he raised his sword and slashed out once more.

"I will definitely kill you with my own hands."

As the rain fell, Lu Yi's body trembled. Without any intention to continue the fight, he turned around and his body seemed to vanish in a flash.

Lin Feng sneered coldly, took a step forward, drew his sword and caught up with the fleeing Luoyue. Without any mercy, he slashed another sword at her retreating figure.

As the rain fell, Lu Yi sensed the terrifying murderous intent behind him. He gritted his teeth, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he fled in a wild, ungraceful manner.

"Such a cowardly fellow dares to speak so arrogantly." Lin Feng stopped chasing and stood with his sword in hand. His cold voice echoed far away: "It's not that I thought you were a black devil. In my eyes, you are even worse than a black devil. From now on, you'd better not cross me."

The distant, running Luoyu heard Lin Feng's words and spat out a mouthful of blood. Already wounded by the sword qi, he became even more severely injured due to the sudden outburst of rage. However, he dared not stop his frantic running and fled in a disheveled manner.

After the figure of the rain had vanished, the crowd looked at Lin Feng, their gazes flickering and their eyes showing a hint of shock.

That day, Lin Feng was extremely arrogant and cocky. He challenged the Black Demon Lord to a duel. Despite the fact that everyone had doubts about his ability to defeat the Black Demon Lord, he almost managed to kill him on the spot.

Today, however, the rainstorm was even more rampant. After saying something to Lin Feng, Lin Feng retorted. Immediately, he was struck by a thunderbolt from the rainstorm and was injured.

Lin Feng said nothing. Just one person, one sword, dancing. The ending was that the arrogant and overbearing Lu Yu fled in disgrace.

Two months have passed since then. Lin Feng once again failed to defeat the seventh-ranked noble student from Tianyi College.

Lin Feng's talent is truly extraordinary.

With a blank expression, Lin Feng put away the silver sword and then returned to his horse, Lingyu. He spoke calmly, "Let's go."

Those soldiers in silver armor nodded slightly and gave a command. Immediately, hooves thundered and the crowd broke into a run and fled. In no time, they vanished from the sight of the onlookers.

But the shockingly powerful battle just now still reverberated in the minds of the crowd.

Outside the northern gate of the Imperial City, there was no sign of human habitation. The earth was spread all over the land.

This northern city gate is strictly forbidden to be entered or exited at will. Usually, it is kept closed. Only those who hold the pass command arrow can enter or exit.

In the desolate and vast land of yellow soil, there are many huge tents, arranged in a disorderly but harmonious manner. Here, many soldiers from the army are stationed.

At this moment, within the hundred-meter radius outside the central tent, in that vast drill ground, there gathered many figures. There were noble youths dressed in fine attire, generals in full armor, and those soldiers clad in silver armor.

Among those noble youths dressed in splendid attire, the majority are disciples of the Snow Moon Holy Order. They go to the battlefield, gain victory there, and their future path will then become smoother.

Of course, there are also many people who go through this journey for the purpose of gaining experience and strength, to experience the real battlefield of life and death, and to experience that kind of passion and brutality.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

In the distance, the cries rose up in chorus, reverberating through the ground and spreading far away. The people in the training ground could clearly feel the ground trembling.

The yellow soil spread out, rolling in, and before long, many figures could be seen emerging from the crowd and rushing towards this direction.

"Here they come."

The eyes of the crowd flickered, and sharp gazes flashed out from their eyes, fixed on those who had arrived.

Meanwhile, on the general's seat in front of the drill ground, a young figure stood up and walked towards the crowd with a gentle smile on his lips.

Several sergeants in front dismounted and, seeing the young man approaching, immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully called out, "Your Highness."

"Thank you for your hard work."

The young man smiled and nodded at these sergeants, gently supporting their bodies with his hands. This action made each of them extremely frightened and moved deeply in their hearts.

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Although the prince was of high rank and held a lofty position, he was not at all domineering or haughty. He was very easy-going and approachable. Even when dealing with these ordinary soldiers, he was very polite.

"Your Highness."

The entire staff of Tianyi Academy got off their mounts and politely addressed Duan Wuyi.

Duan Wuyi smiled and nodded to the crowd, saying, "All of you coming here to assist Sergeant Xue Yue in resisting the enemy is a great honor for me, Sergeant Xue Yue."

"Your Highness, you're too kind."

"Come, everyone, please take your seats. When I have gathered the troops, I will give the order to march out."

Duan Wuyi extended his hand and said very politely, "On both sides of the training ground, there are rows of neatly arranged seats. The students of Tianyi Academy will take their seats on the right side."

The crowd at Tianyi College took their seats. Immediately, a series of sharp gazes shot towards them, causing their eyes to narrow slightly and they looked towards the opposite direction.

Among those sitting opposite them were quite a few people who were from the Snow Moon Holy Order.

At this moment, Lin Feng was also sitting among the crowd at Tianyi College. As soon as he took his seat, he felt many pairs of eyes fixed on him. His eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously.

Many familiar figures such as Duan Han, Yue Tianchen, Lin Qian and others were all conspicuously present among them.

The battlefield is not only accessible to the elites of Tianyi Academy, but also to some commoners and nobles. Nobles can gain military merit through the battlefield and thus smooth their career paths. Commoners can also rise rapidly through the ranks and achieve glory by striving hard on the battlefield.

However, Lin Feng clearly sensed that there was another more piercing gaze fixed on him, not from the crowd opposite. The owner of that gaze was right beside Duan Wuyi, on the main seat.

"Segment Tianlang!"

Seeing the sharp gaze within that general's armor, Lin Feng's eyes momentarily froze. This armored general was none other than the King of the Wolves, Duan Tiansuo.

Duanyantang not only holds the title of Prince but also is himself a military commander of the state, fighting on the battlefield.