A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 180 Nearly

The cries of agony echoed through the sky, and the sounds of fighting rose and fell.

Two armies clashed before a city gate, but the other side was not human-like, but rather a merciless killing machine, its severed limbs still writhing.

A tall figure wielded a large sword, half the height of a person, aimed at the neck of an expressionless enemy soldier, and swung it down forcefully, severing his head.

The headless body, after falling to the ground, was still trying to get up, unable to completely kill the enemy.

Xiang He and Zhu Nan were trapped among enemy soldiers, and Pang Long was unable to go and help them. He could only hope that they could find a way to escape.

As the two faced the enemy, when Xiang He used his large umbrella to strike the enemy soldiers, the talisman on the umbrella "killed" them. Zhu Nan's longsword, which was also inscribed with talismans, easily killed the enemy soldiers, rendering them immobile.

The two were trapped in the circle, and more and more enemy soldiers were pouring in.

Even though Xiang He was agile, he was still overwhelmed by so many people.

As she dodged to the side, she raised her hand to block a sword that was being slashed down. Suddenly, she felt a chill behind her. She turned her head sharply and saw a gleaming sword slash across her right cheek, from her cheekbone to her jaw, and blood flowed incessantly.

"girl!"

Xiang He raised her hand to cover her wound, then struck the man in the chest with her other hand, causing him to fall to the ground with a puff of smoke.

"Don't get distracted!" Xiang He searched for figures in the crowd, and another bright spot caught her eye. "Zhu Nan, be careful! I'm going over there!"

"Be careful, young lady!"

Before she could respond, Xiang He had already crawled past. The person in front of her was wearing the same military uniform, but was rather short. No wonder he was so hard to find earlier!

He was holding something in his hand, and Xiang He hurriedly chased after him, with Zhu Nan following closely behind to protect him.

However, there were too many enemy soldiers, who kept attacking and blocking their way.

Suddenly a shadow fell, and Xiang He stopped immediately before she could look up. She was knocked aside, and Zhu Nan's figure instantly appeared in front of her. Looking up, she saw Zhu Nan's face was pale, veins were bulging on his forehead, and bright red blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Behind him stood a very tall and burly man, wielding a large knife that cleaved into the back of the bamboo shoot.

“Bamboo and nanmu…”

Xiang He panicked for a moment and pulled Zhu Nan back, but enemy soldiers were behind them, and they had nowhere to retreat.

Xiang He not only had to be careful of the swords and knives around him, but also had to be constantly on guard against the tall man swinging his knife.

Zhu Nan had been slashed in the back, and every time he swung his sword, it would pull at the wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

The two were outnumbered and had already suffered several cuts. Zhu Nan even had his left leg pierced by a stab, and he immediately knelt down, crying out, "Miss, run!"

How could Xiang He abandon him? Ignoring the pain in her body, she pulled Zhu Nan to get up, but the shadow fell behind her again. Xiang He gritted her teeth and tugged at Zhu Nan's arm.

"Get up! We can definitely get out of here!"

Zhu Nan struggled to his feet, but the wound on his leg was so painful that he gritted his teeth and tried to leave.

Having barely managed to pull himself up, ignoring the tall, burly man approaching from behind, just as the heavy sword, even larger than Pang Long's greatsword, fell, a familiar figure suddenly appeared—

The sound of swords clashing was extremely harsh. The two turned around abruptly. He Suian, dressed in a black robe that fluttered in the wind, used his long sword to resist the heavy blade. The opponent was so strong that He Suian had to use both hands.

Joy immediately filled their eyes. Xiang He pulled up the bamboo pole with all her might, and just as she was about to take a step, a snapping sound came from behind her. Xiang He turned around sharply and saw the heavy knife falling with lightning speed, which He Suian managed to dodge in time.

"Son!"

He Sui'an grabbed Zhu Nan's arm, still holding the broken sword, and said, "Let's go first."

Zhu Nan was supported by one person on each side, while Xing Ji was slaying enemy soldiers around them. The tall, strong man moved quickly and suddenly reached Xiang He's side. Zhu Nan immediately pushed Xiang He away, and He Sui'an quickly moved to her side to protect her.

As the heavy blade fell, He Sui'an raised his broken sword, only to be slashed down again, the blade slicing deeply across his arm—

Happy New Year!

The heavy sword was swung again, and Xiang He swiftly drew the folding fan from his waist, staring at the tall, strong man's chest with a cold glint in his eyes. He murmured something and pressed the mechanism on the man's chest.

A fire suddenly erupted in the man's heart. Xiang He immediately withdrew his hand and stuffed the folding fan into He Suian's hand, saying, "Use this fan."

His words were icy cold. He Sui'an squeezed his folding fan, his eyes fixed on the man who was burned to ashes in a moment.

Meanwhile, enemy soldiers who came into contact with the fire also began to burn.

He Sui'an's eyes revealed worry. Although these people were not ordinary, she had said that she would not kill any living beings. She didn't know whether breaking this vow was a good thing or a bad thing.

The four fought against the enemy soldiers. Xing Ji led Zhu Nan back, while He Sui'an protected Xiang He as they searched for the short figure.

Faced with the endless stream of enemy soldiers, Xiang He gradually lost patience and shouted, "Black Crow! Have you found it yet!"

A crow cawed, and the two immediately looked up. The black crow circled a few times in the distance, and then they finally found a small figure in the crowd!

Xiang He twirled the large umbrella in his hand, "The Four Ghosts are going to cut off his retreat. Be careful not to get captured!"

"Yes!"

The four ghostly figures floated out and flew towards the short figure with lightning speed.

The man had something that could gather yin energy, and he kept the four ghosts from coming out because he was worried that they would also be drawn away. But he had no other choice but to hold them off for the time being and let them rush over.

He Sui'an put his arm around her waist and said, "Hold on tight."

"it is good."

He carried Xiang He and flew towards them, ruthlessly trampling human heads under his feet and nimbly dodging the wildly swinging blades beneath his feet.

The short figure, seeing how fast they were moving, tried to escape but failed, as the four ghosts surrounded him.

"A mere ghost dares to block my path? It's courting death."

The man drew a short blade from behind him; as the blade gleamed, a chilling aura swirled around him.

The four demons held their dark blades horizontally in front of them, determined that if necessary, they would only harm people.

The man suddenly attacked, and the four ghosts dodged while trying not to make a move, but they also had to prevent him from leaving.

The four ghosts were locked in a stalemate, while enemy soldiers around them attacked them, their weapons striking the ghosts and causing numerous cuts to their bodies.

The cut areas became illusory, with wisps of yin energy maintaining their original form.

Seeing their stubbornness, the man took something out of his pocket with his right hand and said, "Since it's a ghost anyway, it's not a bad thing for me to use it."

After he finished speaking, the cloth bag in his hand fell to the ground, revealing a golden bell.

A pair of triangular eyes smiled sinisterly, and the four ghosts quickly took a few steps back, watching him warily as he shook the golden bell.

Just after the sound rang out, his forearm was severed by the longsword, and the severed hand, along with the golden bell, fell to the ground.

"what!!!"

A figure stood behind the man, kicking him to the ground and stepping on his back. A long sword picked up from the ground was stuck next to his cheek to prevent him from escaping, while another slender figure bent down to pick up a golden bell.

"So that's what it is..."

The man looked up in pain, only to see a white robe stained with blood mixed with a black Taoist robe fluttering before him. She held a golden bell in her hand, and her clear face held a chillingly sharp gaze.

The man scoffed, "I know you're quite skilled, but this golden bell isn't yours—"

"clang!"