Cold sword

Tianyi Academy was bustling with activity, people moving around and speaking constantly, as if discussing something of great importance.

"I never expected the royal family to mobilize such a large force, even organizing legions to march to the Blade City. Could it be that the Mohuo Kingdom's attack is too fierce, and Blade City can no longer hold on?" A man whispered on the main road of Tianyi Academy, his voice tinged with a hint of sigh. He was a star system person, who had always admired Liu Canglan, but now even the Divine Arrow General, Shen Jian, couldn't hold on.

"It should be, otherwise, in the past, disciples from various academies would go to Blade City for training quietly, without a fuss. How could it be like this time, where the royal family issued a summons, asking Tianyi to send out outstanding youths to go to Blade City for reinforcements, and even to organize legions to go?" Another person replied, and the two walked in a certain direction.

Not only them, but many people from Tianyi Academy also stepped in the same direction.

At this moment, outside Tianyi Academy, a group of people dressed in silver armor sat quietly on handsome horses, majestic and extraordinary.

In front of these people, many disciples of Tianyi Academy were also riding spirited horses, even demon beasts, seemingly waiting to set off.

At this moment, the sound of hooves rang out, and a white figure could be seen in the distance, coming at an astonishing speed.

White clothes, white horse.

"Ask Aoxue."

Seeing the delicate face that resembled a woman, the crowd's gaze slightly condensed. This time, even Ask Aoxue was going.

"A bit slow."

As the white horse approached, Ask Aoxue glanced at the crowd, smiled lightly, and then came to the camp of the star system. The others immediately all stepped back, giving way to Ask Aoxue.

In the camp next to them, the leader glanced coldly at Ask Aoxue and said, "Ask Aoxue, what are you doing here again to join in the fun?"

"Why can't I, Ask Aoxue, come and join in the fun when you, Luo Yu, can?" Ask Aoxue smiled faintly, her beautiful eyes even carrying a hint of charm.

Luo Yu snorted and ignored Ask Aoxue, instead turning to look at the soldiers in silver armor. "It's about time, should we set off?"

"Yes." The leader of the soldiers nodded faintly. "Prepare to set off."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rapid sound of hooves. Within Tianyi Academy, a group of iron riders galloped, kicking up a cloud of dust. The person at the forefront was a young man, handsome and heroic. The iron horse he rode was majestic and extraordinary, as fast as lightning, a top-quality horse, a dragon steed.

On his left and right were two young girls. One of them wore a blue shirt and a veil, pure and unparalleled, like a fairy. The other girl had a hot figure, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of heroism, full of vitality.

"What great luck." Many people secretly envied the scene. It was such a blessing to have these two women by one's side.

However, many people's gazes slightly condensed as they looked at the young man on the dragon steed, Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's reputation in Tianyi Academy was extremely high. Those who didn't know him were few, and his appearance immediately caused quite a stir.

Lin Feng was also going to Blade City, entering the battlefield personally, and he was also bringing a group of people, including two beautiful girls.

"You're here." Ask Aoxue smiled slightly at Lin Feng and greeted him.

Lin Feng nodded to Ask Aoxue. Of course, he was going.

At this moment, the noble Luo Yu turned his gaze and looked at Lin Feng, calling out softly, "Lin Feng!"

Lin Feng looked at Luo Yu, showing a questioning look. He didn't know this person.

"Do you have something to say?" Lin Feng asked.

"Nothing." Luo Yu shook his head. "You were lucky to defeat Heimo. I hope you have the same luck on the battlefield. It's not a fun place there."

With that, Luo Yu shifted his gaze away, urging his horse forward.

"Lucky?" Lin Feng's eyes paused. Was it luck that he defeated Heimo?

Smiling, Lin Feng called out to Luo Yu's back, "The same to you, may you return safely."

Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, Luo Yu's horse abruptly stopped its advance. A cold intent blossomed from Luo Yu, rushing toward Lin Feng.

At the same time, Luo Yu stepped on the saddle, leaping into the air with lightning-like speed, a palm striking directly at Lin Feng, the faint sound of a roar emanating from his palm.

"Boom." A violent trembling sound rang out, the horse neighed, Lin Feng's dragon steed lifted its hooves off the ground, and Lin Feng's body flew out, landing on the ground with a loud thud, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

With a heavy stomp on the dragon steed, the horse's body directly collapsed to the ground, neighing incessantly, while Luo Yu, using the force of this shock, returned to his horse.

From the moment Lin Feng spoke to Luo Yu to the moment Luo Yu launched his attack, it was just a moment, and Luo Yu had already completed this perfect strike.

Watching Lin Feng, Luo Yu smiled coldly. "You think I'm Heimo, that you can be so reckless?"

The crowd's gaze slightly froze, watching the domineering Luo Yu, so tyrannical.

Although Lin Feng was exceptionally talented, even able to defeat Heimo, there was still a gap between him and Luo Yu.

Luo Yu ranked seventh among the top ten disciples of Tianyi Academy. Unlike Heimo, he didn't need to use secret techniques; he possessed the strength of the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

At this moment, everyone saw Lin Feng wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stand up straight, his back straight, radiating brilliance. In Lin Feng's hand, a sword appeared, shining with a silver-white luster, extremely dazzling. This sword exuded a sharpness as if it had a life of its own.

A surge of fierce battle intent rose from Lin Feng, cold and powerful, fearless.

Within this battle intent, there was also an extremely sharp sword intent.

"Hmm?" The crowd's gaze slightly condensed, looking at Lin Feng in surprise. Could it be that Lin Feng was still going to fight?

Luo Yu also frowned slightly, looking at Lin Feng with a strange expression.

Seeing this, Lin Feng slowly stepped forward, and suddenly, that surging battle intent and sword intent rushed toward Luo Yu like a ferocious torrent.

A sharp neighing sound rang out, and Luo Yu's horse was so frightened by this chilling momentum that its legs trembled, and it instantly collapsed to the ground. Meanwhile, Luo Yu's body also fell.

"Beast." Luo Yu coldly shouted, stomping heavily on the saddle. The horse screamed, directly shaken to its core, convulsing a few times before lying still.

Then, Luo Yu's gaze lifted, looking at Lin Feng,

 his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Without any words, Lin Feng stepped forward to a place not far from Luo Yu. The hand holding the sword slowly raised.

An incomparably powerful battle intent, sword intent, and intent to destroy emanated from him, shaking the hearts and minds of the crowd.

It seemed that Lin Feng's strength had increased again, much stronger than when he fought Heimo that day.

The sword had yet to be unsheathed, but this sword intent had already made their hearts tremble. Every move of Lin Feng seemed to tug at their hearts.

"Destroy!"

A word was lightly uttered, and the sword held high in Lin Feng's hand slowly slashed down. It seemed slow, but it was as if it would descend upon Luo Yu in an instant. Rolling waves of qi surged, pressing down like dark clouds.

Luo Yu's face tensed, and a terrifying wave of qi spread from his body. As he watched this sword descending towards him, Luo Yu raised both hands, and a white light circle appeared, containing a terrifying power.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out, and the light circle shattered under the sword, a silver sword, a sword of destruction, descending directly.

Luo Yu's expression finally changed, a trace of horror flashing across his face. He stomped heavily on the ground, and at the same time, both palms struck upwards, his body violently retreating. The sword passed before his eyes, leaving a bloodline in its wake. At that moment, Luo Yu deeply experienced the taste of death. It was only a hair's breadth away; this sword would have split him in two.

But before Luo Yu could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure flashed and approached, and a dazzling sword of destruction struck again, without any hesitation. The sword was cold, ruthless, just like Lin Feng's gaze, making Luo Yu's heart also feel a trace of chilling intent, so cold.