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"You're asking for it!"

She spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, her eyes flashing with even more ferocity, and pounced into the crowd once more!

Indestructible Vajra is not something that comes easily to everyone; ordinary monsters without any real power simply cannot possess it.

The Yin Wind Demon Mother does not have an indestructible body; she can be injured by swords and arrows.

Spells consume a lot of her demonic power and cannot be used frequently. She mainly relies on her physical body to fight, only occasionally using spells to turn the tide.

The army is now gradually adapting to the battle with her and is beginning to fight back. Under the barrage of spears and arrows, the Yin Wind Demon Mother is finding herself increasingly stretched thin.

Just then, a sharp sword light attacked from the side!

clang!!

The Yin Wind Demon Mother's claws collided with the sword light, producing a loud clang of metal striking metal!

She took two steps back and looked closely. She saw Xiahou Tan holding a gleaming sword, blocking her way with a cold gaze.

"Monster, your opponent is me!"

Xiahou Tan's martial arts skills were unexpectedly high, and his swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless. He was able to hold back the Yin Wind Ghost Mother, who did not use magic, by himself, preventing her from slaughtering ordinary soldiers indiscriminately.

As he held them off, the surrounding soldiers gradually regained their footing and began to reorganize the encirclement.

Spears flew like a forest, arrows rained down, and although the Yin Wind Demon Mother was fierce, she had no experience fighting against an army. In a short time, she had more than a dozen wounds of varying depths on her body.

Seeing this, Nie Yan's heart sank, and he no longer hesitated.

He strode over to "Nie Xiaoqian" and said urgently in a low voice, "Yaoguang, hurry! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"

"Your monster may be powerful, but it can't stop an army of several thousand. Once she's killed, the army that lost so many men will definitely not let it go. Thousands of bloodthirsty soldiers will surely chop us, the culprits, into mincemeat!"

"Forget the luggage, let's ride away quickly on horseback and escape in the chaos. Maybe we'll still have a chance to survive!"

He reached out to take his daughter's hand.

Nie Xiaoqian gently waved her hand, dodging his pull.

"Father, you should lead everyone to retreat to a safe distance first."

She raised her head, looked at the tiger demon figure fighting bloody battles in the army, then glanced at Hong Ji, who was squatting at her feet with a nervous expression, and sighed.

The moment she stepped forward, she had already decided that Xiahou Tan, and his army, must be annihilated today.

Yin Feng Gui Mu's cultivation level was not high enough to defeat this entire army, and Hong Ji was even more useless, unable to even get close to the army formation, but it didn't matter, she would take action.

She stood up.

Without her making any move, a pure silver iron sword suddenly flew out from the layers of cloth wrapped around the luggage cart, transforming into a streak of light that drew a graceful arc in the night sky before hovering steadily beside her.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry.

"Nie Xiaoqian" reached out and gently flicked the spine of the sword.

"I hope that in this battle today, you won't turn from silver-white to blood-red."

Then, she waved.

The white iron sword transformed into a silvery-white streak, tearing through the night sky like lightning, and shot straight into the army formation!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar.

Only a single silver light pierced through the formation from one end to the other.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

That was the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

Wherever the silver light passed, the soldiers fell down in unison, like harvested wheat!

Not just a few, not just a dozen—but a whole string of them!

The silver light that pierced through the entire battle line continued its momentum after piercing countless bodies. It flew a short distance before drawing a graceful arc in the night sky, and then—turned around!

"not good!"

"It's back!"

The silver light returned, piercing through the army formation once more!

Dozens more people have fallen!

The third time! The fourth time! The fifth time!

The white iron sword, like a silver dragon, weaved back and forth through the army formation, each strike bringing forth a storm of blood and gore!

No one can stop him!

Those soldiers who were so aggressive just moments before were now like wheat being harvested by the Grim Reaper's scythe, falling down row after row!

Wailing cries, screams, and terrified shouts intertwined in the night sky, creating a symphony of death!

The Yin Wind Demon Mother looked at the large empty space that had suddenly appeared around her, and then glanced at the flying sword that was shuttling back and forth in the army formation, killing people many times more efficiently than she was. Her lips twitched.

"...Your Majesty is mighty."

When it comes to murder, the King is indeed far more professional.

Xiahou Tan, on the other hand, was almost bursting with rage!

He watched helplessly as his subordinates were slaughtered like weeds, filled with shock and rage. He suddenly forced back the Yin Wind Demon Mother with a sword strike and turned to rush towards the silver light!

"Witch! Stop your arrogance!"

He gathered all his strength and slashed at the flying sword that was reaping lives!

clang--!!!

A deafening clang of metal clashing!

Xiahou Tan felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword. He was like a man being hit by a galloping elephant. He was sent flying seven or eight meters through the air, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several times before finally stopping!

He struggled to get up, his right hand, which was gripping the sword, was split open and bleeding profusely, and his entire arm was trembling uncontrollably!

The white iron sword paused only slightly, spun once in the air, and then began to harvest again!

Xiahou Tan raised his head and looked at the girl standing in the distance.

She didn't even move a finger.

He just stood there, one hand behind his back, smiling and turning his head to look this way.

It felt like watching a wonderful play.

Xiahou Tan's heart sank completely.

He glanced fearfully at the flying sword that was wreaking havoc, knowing full well that if he didn't reveal his trump card today, he would likely be doomed.

"Spread out, form a scattered formation!" he shouted in a trembling voice. "Stabilize the formation, give me time, I'm going to activate my trump card!"

He knew that if they collapsed now, with the speed and destructive power of those flying swords, everyone would die in this open space!

Only if everyone buys him time and allows him to unleash his trump card, might there still be a glimmer of hope!

He gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Since you've pushed me to this point..." he said in a low voice, then turned and ran toward the rear of the military camp.

Nie Xiaoqian glanced at him, but did not stop him. Instead, she deliberately let him pass, wanting to see what tricks he had up his sleeve.

Xiahou Tan arrived at the rear of the military camp as quickly as possible, where there was a black tent.

Unlike the other gray and white tents in the military camp, this tent was completely black and almost impossible to see in the night.

The tent curtains were tightly closed, and there were no soldiers guarding it or any lights around.

It was as if they had been forgotten by the entire military camp.

Xiahou Tan rushed to the tent, took a deep breath, cleaved open the curtain with his sword, and strode inside.

The interior of the tent was surprisingly empty, with no military supplies, except for a huge bronze coffin placed in the very center.

The bronze coffin was dark blue all over, and its surface was covered with intricate and mysterious patterns, as if some kind of ancient runes were flowing.

The coffin was tightly wrapped in a dense net of red ropes, with yellow talismans on them, each marked with a twisted symbol drawn in cinnabar.

The entire bronze coffin exuded a cold and murderous aura; just getting close to it made one feel a chill that went straight to the bone.

Nie Xiaoqian saw this scene from afar. Seeing something that looked so familiar, she was slightly surprised. There must be a powerful zombie in there!

Xiahou Tan walked to the bronze coffin, knelt down, and kowtowed three times.

"Your unworthy descendant Xiahou Tan has encountered a formidable enemy today and is on the verge of death. I humbly beg my ancestor to bring out his coffin!"

Chapter 176 Since we're already here, let's take a sword strike before we leave.

After saying that, Xiahou Tan stood up, drew his family heirloom sword from his waist, and twirled it!

Chi Chi Chi!

The red rope net was severed by the sharp blade, and the talismans flew off and scattered throughout the tent.

He took a deep breath, and with a precise thrust of his sword into the gap in the coffin lid, he pried it open with force!

boom--!!!

The heavy bronze coffin lid was pried off and slammed heavily onto the ground with a dull thud!

Xiahou Tan immediately moved away from the coffin at top speed, suddenly retreating several dozen feet.

A strong, tangible smell of blood emanated from the coffin!

The smell was so strong that Xiahou Tan involuntarily took several steps back and covered his mouth and nose.

next moment--

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky!

The night sky, which was just a few moments ago shrouded in thin clouds, has now been covered by thick, dark clouds!

Lightning surged through the clouds, and the deafening roar was deafening!

A strange, eerie wind suddenly blew out of the coffin, sweeping across the entire military camp!

The wind carried a biting chill, as if it came from the deepest hell, making everyone shiver involuntarily!