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The army of thousands started rushing at Lin Feng and gang before them. Out of the thousands only around a hundred of them had horses and were quite ahead of the infantry running behind them. Every single one of them had a ruthless expression and were staring at Shao Dong.

They didn't think that Lin Feng was any match for them and thought of him just as a stepping stone along their way. They felt as if their true match was against the Members of the Lion Eagle Gang

A layer of ice covered Lin Feng's sword. Cones of ice started to form in the air. "Members of Lion Eagle Gang, witness this bloodbath and know that your time as a Lion Eagle Gang has come to an end." With that he suddenly threw those cones towards two horses and made them fall on the ground.

The horses had widened eyes as they fell down on the ground with a THUD! The person sitting on top of the horse jumped when he felt that the horse was about to fall down on the ground and started running towards Lin Feg.

This caused the speed of the approaching enemy to be slowed down as they were slightly cautious against those Ice Cones that were rotating in the air. It was like any one of them could pierce their hearts at any moment.

Still many of them pierced their body, some horses fell. At the same time the troops behind them had to slow down. Lin Feng used this chance and entered their army. His sword clashed with Zou Zexian's sabre. After each blow, Zou Zexian was pushed back by two steps while he himself was pushed back by a single step.

He was pushed back because of the positioning in which he was fighting, he was at a very disadvantageous angle and also wasn't really using the true power of his cultivation base. He knew that this was the perfect chance to get his reflexes even better and make his body react faster.

Only on the true battlefield could he improve his battle sense. He knew that even great geniuses needed real life and death battle for achieving greater battle power. WIth a greater battle sense, he could react even faster than normal cultivators. Only with life and death battles can he surpass himself.

So, he was countering every single attack of his enemy with some basic sword moves that he had thought of himself using his Dragon sense. His moves weren't graceful and his movements were awkward but he was still doing better than he expected from himself.

Suddenly, he felt his hand getting slashed by something and right after, a kick on his stomach threw him very far on the ground. He skid on the ground with his arm under his body which caused him to get some bruises on that arm. He looked down towards his shirt and saw that it was nearly completely torn apart.

He ripped apart his cloak and was left standing there with his dark Black Shirt which also had some holes in it. Lin Feng coldy smiled as he felt the pain in his hand, he said, "Alright then… the time has come now." He closed his eyes as he readied himself.

A cold energy spr

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