The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

Chapter 1630 - 879: Retreat One Hundred Miles

The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

Chapter 1630 - 879: Retreat One Hundred Miles

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Chapter 1630: Chapter 879: Retreat One Hundred Miles

The attack points left for the enemy in front are extremely scarce. Among the thousand swords, only a mere two can touch Lin Feng’s flaw.

Whether the Vanguard General of the Desolate Realm can find the only two hidden flaws during his clash with Lin Feng, determines the life and death of him and Lin Feng in an instant.

Lin Feng indeed fears death because he is afraid that after his death, the soldiers behind him will be massacred by the army of the Desolate Realm.

Lin Feng indeed cherishes his life because he fears that after his defeat, the gates of the Human Realm will be opened to these invading alien tribes. By then, not only will the lives of the citizens of Peace City be unprotected, but also his own school, where the hope he nurtured resides, which is the future of the Human Realm.

For the sake of the common people under the heavens, Lin Feng must not die; he still has to establish his rightful path under the heavens and eliminate demons for the Mortal World!

At this time, amidst the vastness between heaven and earth, a mighty sense of justice flows. It is Lin Feng’s roar, a compassion for the common people under the heavens. Now the Court is divided, and the grandees are entangled in disputes merely for their own power.

The Imperial Censor who gathered the army has also mobilized all nearby troops to return to the Capital. The Court acts unrighteously, ignoring the common people under the heavens, allowing foreign tribes to invade and wreak havoc.

Between heaven and earth, how can any man of seven feet stand aside and watch the common people indifferently?

Lin Feng’s actions at this time really shake the heavens and move the skies.

At this moment, Lin Feng moves solely for the living beings of the Human Realm, and with a single thought, the Demon Suppressing Sword is summoned from the void.

The vastness circulating between heaven and earth gathers within it in an instant.

Lin Feng, carrying the momentum circulating around him, unleashed the powerful sword move in his hand, flashing towards the armored soldier leaping towards him.

Like a mighty hurricane, it sweeps the opponent into his own momentum. When the two swords intersect, the space seems to crack, causing an intense tremor in the surrounding area.

Even the Six Great Sects hidden in the mountains are shocked by it.

Could this formidable energy truly have been released by someone among the thousand reinforcements down the slope?

Sitting in the camp of the Six Great Sects, Lord Chang Xuan, who presides over them, is also awakened by this momentum.

At this time, Lord Chang Xuan’s eyes slightly open, his lips slightly parted, exuding an air of serene composure, an immortal demeanor, and the aura of a great figure.

Deserving as the sect leader, the Sect Leader of Taoxuan Heavenly Sect. He indeed has his own momentum, exceptional understanding.

It was as if in his eyes, the previous battle was merely a fleeting glimpse, passing lightly.

Chang Xuan’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and a faint smile appears on his lips.

He softly utters, "The game is over."

He then resumes slightly closing his eyes without speaking further.

Just as he said, at this moment, Lin Feng sweeps down with tremendous momentum towards the Vanguard General of the Desolate Realm. An unparalleled gust of wind swirls the rolling dust all around, devouring the oncoming foe in an instant.

Amidst the clash of blades and shadows, Lin Feng used the Demon Suppressing Sword he summoned to deliver only one strike.

Meanwhile, the hidden dark energy within the Vanguard General of the Desolate Realm gradually unleashed, becoming more vigorous with each clash.

It seemed to shake the void, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

His world exists only in the square inch of himself. As the square inch shatters, his life is in peril!

Though the sword Lin Feng unleashed carried no great Sword Intent, it bore his resolute determination for victory and his chivalrous heart for ruling the world with a sword.

With just this slash, it struck the opponent’s weakest point.

Meanwhile, the opponent, at the moment Lin Feng unleashed this sword, mustered all his True Yuan, and his lifelong energy erupted at that instant.

In the blink of an eye, he remarkably unleashed nine hundred and ninety-seven swords.

With just the last two swords missing, he could have struck Lin Feng’s vital point. However, Lin Feng did not give him the chance, using merely the time of those nine hundred ninety-seven strikes, to concentrate and deliver one decisive sword.

With one sword raised, his fate is sealed.

Before anyone could react, the battle had already concluded.

There was a beginning, there was a process. There was a process, there was also an end. But not everyone can clearly see the process, and not everyone can, at the moment a sword is raised, see the result.

This is the battle of masters, seemingly instantaneous, yet equivalent to a thousandfold force.

After a while. Lin Feng withdrew his momentum and halted the horse.

Only to see someone sprawled on horseback before him, already pierced through by his Demon Suppressing Sword.

At this moment, this person had reached the last moment of life. In the vast desert sky, a streak of starlight passed, carrying a faint serenity as it continued to flow amidst the vast void.

Life was extinguished in this instant, and this magnificent scene was Lin Feng’s final Sword Intent. The Sword Intent then swept out, transforming into a strong whirlpool torrent. As if only one person and one sword remained between the heavens and the earth, one life and one death.

Lin Feng withdrew the Demon Suppressing Sword, and his fierce eyes directly faced the three thousand foreign troops.

Its sharp intent unhesitatingly invaded towards the three thousand troops of the Desolate Realm.

The three thousand foreign troops in front, upon seeing their commander fall, saw even his body shattered by the swirling whirlpool of spiritual power from the Demon Suppressing Sword, turning into nothingness.

One by one, all fell into panic, yet a few Deputy Generals still retained some hot-blooded courage.

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