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Chapter 447 You Can Always Trust Xiao Jin

Yuzhou, Anfeng County,

Thousands of dark clouds gathered here, strong winds were blowing, and heavy rain could fall at any time.

"Master Xiao, we have been waiting here for a long time."

Next to the simple camp, a group of people wearing straw raincoats met up with the Xuanzhong Guards led by Xiao Jin.

The leader bowed and said, "My name is Bian Shichong, I am a priest of Xie Family in Dongshan, and my master is from Qinghuoyuan."

"I know you, 'Bian Shichong, the Soul-Breaking and Soul-Refining', the second instructor of Qinghuo Academy." Xiao Jin took off her hat, revealing her delicate and cold face under the brim.

Hundreds of Xuanzhong guards spread out in a guard formation, and her eyes swept across the faces of the people in front of her.

"How many people did you bring?"

"Three are at the sixth rank, and twelve are at the fifth rank." Bian Shichong replied respectfully, "I hope Miss Xiao will forgive me. The battle in Lujiang is tense, and we really can't spare more people."

The total number of six-turn family priests in the Chenjun Xie family was only a handful. When the fighting in Lujiang was fierce, Xie Lingwan was able to transfer three six-turn priests to her, which was enough to surprise Xiao Jin.

She also understood that the Anfeng West City Dike was a matter of great importance, and even someone as calm as Xie Lingwan must have invested a huge amount of money.

"I still have three sixth-rank soldiers here, enough to complete this mission."

With the revival of destiny, many cultivators who were stuck at the bottleneck of the fifth turn peak broke through one after another. For example, Xiao Bi and Duan Kan, the two strongest among the Xuanzhong Guards, have now broken through to the sixth turn Mingwu.

In addition to Xiao Jin himself, the Great Zhou party dispatched six sixth-level warriors this time, who were determined to blow up the West City dike.

Bian Shichong led everyone to a high ground in the woods. Looking from afar, they saw water hitting the stone bank and spreading for several miles. The magnificent West City Dike was right in front of them.

In the fourth year of Ruiping, the Huai River was turbulent, and the water was surging, threatening the city of Anfeng. Xie Mingren, the then governor of Yuzhou, recruited tens of thousands of civilians and distributed their family money to build the Anfeng West City Dam. The Huai River was stored in front of the dam to form the West City Lake, which was dozens of hectares wide and could store water. It could be used in droughts and prevent the dam from bursting in rainy days.

Due to the continuous heavy rains, Xicheng Lake is close to the highest point of the embankment and the situation is already very dangerous.

"This embankment is constructed with Yiyang stone and is more than ten feet thick. Ordinary means cannot damage its foundation at all." Bian Shichong said, pointing to the embankment in the distance.

"What did Xie Lingwan give you?" Xiao Jin asked.

"That's it." Bian Shichong took two steps back and a huge cone-shaped formation stone appeared behind him. "Eight-turn Immortal Formation, Supporting Thunder and Splitting the Moon."

"Hasn't the technique of supporting the thunder and splitting the moon been lost? Where did Xie Lingwan get it from?" Xiao Jin asked with a frown.

The Thunder-Splitting Moon formation specializes in terrain destruction, and can ignore the overwhelming spiritual pressure on the sacred mountains and rivers. At that time, under the city of Xunyang, Xie Lingwan also used a piece of the Thunder-Splitting Moon formation to smash the rocks, thereby causing the Han River to flow back and destroy the ashes of the Demon Cult.

This is a complete piece of Thunder-Splitting Moon Formation, so its effect is naturally much greater than the previous incomplete formation.

"Sir Xie seems to have made a deal with the Immortal Master of Xiaoyao Sect." Bian Shichong said respectfully.

Xiao Jin took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds were rolling in, and a rainstorm was coming. If she delayed, something bad would happen. She had to act immediately.

The aliens obviously knew the importance of the West City Levee. From a distance, the levee was full of alien soldiers patrolling with torches. On one side of the levee was the alien army camp, from which there was a faint violent aura of the sixth level.

"Miss, there are two sixth-turn Mingwu from the alien race here, both of whom belong to the Tuoba royal family." Xiao Bi bowed and said, "In addition, there are about 3,000 alien soldiers and 10,000 surrendered soldiers."

"Bian Shichong will lead his troops to the south side of the levee to block the foreign soldiers. Xiao Bi and Duan Kan, the two of you will lead the Xuanzhong Guards to the north side to guard the pass and tie up the two sixth-turn monks."

"Miss, what about this Thunder-Splitting Moon..." Xiao Bi was a little hesitant.

"I'll go myself." Xiao Jin said resolutely, pressing his sword.

Although he was a little worried, the discipline of Xuanzhong Guards was extremely strict. Xiao Bi clasped his fists and said:
"Yes!"

Xiao Jin turned around, her fair face hidden behind her hat, her dark black cloak fluttering in the dark night. The young lady of Lanling Xiao Clan was a thing of the past, now she was the notorious deputy envoy of Xuanzhong.

"Go to the designated ambush site and launch the attack as soon as the Xuanzhongwei arrows are fired." She said in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

Everyone clasped their fists solemnly.

……

……

The reed wreaths gleamed faintly in the night.

Xie Lingwan: "Have you arrived in Anfeng?"

Xiao Jin: “We’re here.”

Xie Lingwan: "I don't care what method you use, you must blow up the West City Levee, the sooner the better."

Xiao Jin: "Oh, Miss Xie, are you begging me?"

Xie Lingwan: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now. You just need to remember one thing: if you fail to blow up the West City Levee, Shouchun City will be finished."

Xiao Jin: "What is the situation in Lujiang?"

Xie Lingwan: "Fish swim in a boiling pot, and swallows burn their nests."

Looking at the line of words, the girl's fingertips paused, and then sent a message.

Xiao Jin: "Got it."

She put away the reed wreath, untied the short crossbow from her waist, and took off the whistle arrow from her waist.

"laugh!"

With a teeth-grinding sound of friction and stretching, she pulled the bowstring of the crossbow.

"For the dignity of Lanling Xiao family, for the honor of Xuanzhongwei." The girl closed her eyes and murmured to herself, "...protect this land for him."

"Don't be afraid of the pain, just bear with it for a while."

Xiao Jin raised the crossbow high, her dark black hair looking like strands of luminous light.

"It will be very soon, Xiao Jin, very soon..." Xiao Jin muttered to himself.

She opened her eyes and pulled down her hairstring.

"call out!"

The golden arrow with blood-red tail feathers rushed into the sky, making a sharp and penetrating sound.

"boom!"

There was thunder and heavy rain.

"what happened?"

"What happened?!"

The surrendered soldiers and foreigners were in chaos, shouting and running around, and the army formation was in disarray.

The masters of the Xuanzhong Guard were lying in ambush nearby, and they rushed out as nimble as cormorants skimming the water, with their goose-feather swords unsheathed and crossbow arrows fired like rain.

The howls of agony rang out, and the enemy soldiers fell down like wheat being cut. Blood fell like raindrops, staining the mud red.

At the same time, flames rose from the enemy camp on the other side of the river, which was the signal for Bian Shichong and others to take action at the same time.

Hundreds of Xuanzhong guards rushed out together and fought with the foreigners. Although they were outnumbered, they were far more powerful and in a short time they defeated the foreign army again and again.

The girl in a bamboo hat shuttled between the flashing swords and the shadows of sabers, with the Zhuye sword at her side. Her body rose and fell, and the tip of the sword moved lightly sideways. Every rotation could bring a head to the ground.

Xiao Jin is a genius, but she was lazy before and didn't use her talent in the right place. This time, she consulted many sword masters in Xuanzhongwei, and her swordsmanship level has improved by leaps and bounds, and every sword is a killing skill.

"Roar!"

An incomprehensible roar came from behind him, accompanied by a powerful bloody pressure.

Xiao Jin suddenly turned around, his cloak fluttering, and the Zhuye sword raised.

"Qiang!"

When the two swords collided, a huge force was transmitted from the sword bodies, and her figure was shaken and retreated dozens of steps.

This kind of force can only be achieved by opening the sixth level of Mingwu which can cause violent blood flow.

Sure enough, a burly barbarian from a foreign race was rushing towards her.

A fierce sword light flashed across the sky, and another warrior with blood-burning flames came to kill with a sword.

"Miss, please leave quickly. I will take care of this man!" Xiao Bi shouted.

Two sixth-turn monks fought in a group, and the aftermath of the battle rose into the sky, tearing the dense rain curtain into shreds.

Xiao Jin stood leaning on her sword, wiping the rain from her forehead and brushing away her messy hair. She could see another alien sixth-rank cultivator fighting with Duan Kan, who had no time to pay attention to this place.

A stream of pure white energy condensed in her left hand. She dragged the stone array that supported the Thunder-Splitting Moon and rushed towards the embankment in the middle of the river as fast as a meteor.

The river bank was muddy and the river was surging. She used the power of origin under her feet to walk in the air, like a leaf floating on the water.

A hundred feet, fifty feet, when there were only thirty feet left to the embankment, Xiao Jin suddenly stopped.

She hid her left hand behind her, raised her sword, and her eyes were cold.

A majestic and solemn golden barrier descended from the sky, blocking the girl's way forward.

"Donor, please stop."

The skinny old monk's feet created wind, and he floated on the surface of the river, with his wide monk robe fluttering.

Three men in black robes chased her from behind, spread out, and surrounded her in a circle.

"One monk and three assassins." Xiao Jin smiled and said, "Do you want to stop me?" The leading black-robed man remained silent and pointed the red sword in his hand forward.

"Donor, please put down the formation stone in your hand and leave. I don't want to be your enemy." The old monk sighed.

"The Buddha's power is not refined, but instead it becomes false. Are you Wanling? Are you from the Fan Holy Temple?" Xiao Jin asked.

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name without saying anything.

"And you..." Xiao Jin narrowed his eyes and clenched the long sword in his hand, "Chijian Baimei, if I remember correctly...you are Qingming Huo Guang?"

"You claim to be a chivalrous organization that upholds justice, but now you want to become my enemy just for a foreign race?"

"You are a smart man and should know what to do." Huo Guang took off his hood, revealing a weather-beaten face with snow-white eyebrows as white as dead gray.

"As long as the West City Levee is not breached, Xie Lingwan's Jianghuai defense line will not be able to hold out. The victory of the alien race is a foregone conclusion."

"Oh... I understand." Xiao Jin pursed his lips and laughed, "The reason you said so much nonsense to me is because you think I'm someone you can win over?"

"The overthrow of the Divine Zhou is a move of destiny. No one can stop it. No one can stop it." Huo Guang said expressionlessly, "Xuan Zhongwei does not have to hug the pillar and die."

The reed wreath vibrated.

Xie Lingwan: "Xiao Jin, are you okay?! I sent so many people to you, are they all good-for-nothings?!"

Xie Lingwan: "You eat so much, are you going to grow breasts?!"

Above the river, five people faced each other from a distance, and the shouting and killing sounds gradually faded away.

Xiao Jin was silent for a moment: "I think what you said makes some sense."

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name with a compassionate look on his face.

"But." Xiao Jin changed the subject and said with a smile, "What I am best at is being unreasonable and making trouble."

The tip of Zhu Ye's sword ignited with black wildfire and smashed downwards. A huge storm of source energy surged, and the surging water curtain blocked the view like a mad dragon emerging from the sea.

Everyone suddenly changed their color.

The old monk used his Buddha power to reach his giant hand into the water. Qingming and the others slashed with dozens of swords, but none of them hit.

"Not good!" Huo Guang shouted.

His body was as fast as lightning, rushing towards the direction of the West City Dike.

Xiao Jin threw the formation stone in his hand, and a purple light turned into lightning, flying towards the majestic stone embankment at high speed. The purple light vibrated, and the formation stone turned into a thunderstorm, gradually expanding.

Everyone in Qingming was shocked, but the old monk still stood there calmly.

"Amitabha." He sighed.

"Buzz!"

The lightning flew to mid-air, and the water surface below collapsed. A huge mouth dozens of feet wide opened, like bait to attract fish, bit the formation stone in mid-air, and swallowed it in one gulp.

It was a huge dark blue whale with dark black spots on its surface.

This is the Huai River. Where did the whales come from? !
The sudden change caught her off guard. The thought only flashed through Xiao Jin's mind, and then turned into a deeper urgency: the formation stone must be taken out!
She raised the Candle Night Sword and rushed towards the deep water.

“Don’t run!” Huo Guang and others chased after him, and the flashes of swords and sabers rained down like raindrops.

The turbid white water was flowing so fast that it was impossible to see.

Xiao Jin saw a flash of lightning, followed by a shrill whale roar, and the vision in front of him was filled with blue and purple waves.

"boom!"

A huge ball of lightning exploded in the middle of the river, and the huge water flow rose hundreds of feet. The sound of the explosion could be clearly heard dozens of miles away.

Bian Shichong and Xiao Bi felt relieved at first, then they reacted.

The location of the explosion of the Thunder-Splitting Moon seemed to be a little off, but the West City Dike was still there!

"Oh no! The young lady is in danger!"

Xiao Bi was extremely anxious, and he forced the aliens back with a sword, and immediately rushed towards the center of the river. But the alien warrior would not give him this opportunity, he threw his sword to block the way, and the two of them fought again.

In the middle of the river, the surging waves gradually subsided, but the West City embankment remained motionless.

"Cough cough..."

Xiao Jin floated up from the river and landed on a floating wooden board, with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, looking miserable and embarrassed. The explosion of the Thunderbolt and Moon had caused her extremely serious internal injuries.

The reed wreaths hum.

Xie Lingwan: "I finally arranged for you to do something, and this is how you treat me?! If Shouchun City is captured, I will hold you accountable!"

Xie Lingwan: "Xiao Jin, are you dead? If you are not dead, tell me the answer."

Xiao Jin: "Soon."

The girl took a breath and when she looked up again, the four people had surrounded her.

A disemboweled corpse floated on the water, a death in an extremely tragic manner. This person must be a Wanling, and it was the giant whale he transformed into that swallowed up the Thunder-Splitting Moon.

"Donor, why do you have to do this?" The old monk sighed, "The dam hasn't been destroyed yet, but you've died first. I don't want to be your enemy, but you're seeking your own death."

"Put aside your hypocritical Buddhist lies." Xiao Jin wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up, and said with a contemptuous smile, "If I were born a thousand years ago, I would definitely do the same thing as Emperor Wu."

"Then let's follow the donor's advice." The old monk sighed, "Please trouble Lord Huo Guang to do it."

Huo Guang drew out his fiery red sword, floated in the air, and slowly approached.

"Master Huo's sword...seems very similar to another sword."

Xiao Jin smiled with a pale face.

"Chi Xiao." Xiao Jin asked, "Is that right, Huo Guang?"

"You... a remnant of the previous dynasty?" she asked coldly.

The river was silent for a while.

"I've said before that you're a smart man." Huo Guang said expressionlessly, "It's a pity that you won't live long."

Xiao Jin coughed violently twice again, still laughing: "That's not necessarily true."

She stood up, holding her sword, and steadying herself against the bank of the embankment.

"You know what? I am actually a devil who does all kinds of evil."

Xiao Jin took off the hairpin behind her head, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind without being restrained.

"Compared to the sunshine that everyone likes, I prefer the deep night. Because I know that I was born to belong there."

Huo Guang frowned, his face solemn. He could sense that some strange changes seemed to have taken place in the girl's body.

"If the world were always in the sun, the devil wouldn't have to appear."

Xiao Jin took off the Yaoguang Liuli from her fair wrist and put it into her magic ring, treating it with great care, as if it were the most precious treasure.

"But you just want to destroy everything I cherish."

The girl raised her head, a deep blood-red light flashed in her dark pupils, the ink-black skirt was rimmed with blood-red lotus leaves, and scarlet shadows covered the corners of her eyes.

The candle night hummed, making an excited sword chant, it was thirsty for blood and killing.

She hid behind him, pulling at his sleeve, afraid of hypocrisy and deception.

She stood before him, stepping on his shadow, facing the darkness and cruelty.

"I won't... back down again." She whispered.
Xiao Jin raised the sword, and terrifying demonic energy like turbid waves gathered from all directions, transforming into a heavy murderous aura like a Shura in a sea of ​​blood, and his eyes were gradually replaced by a dark blood color.

She gritted her teeth and cut off her left arm with a sword. The flesh and blood turned into demonic energy and rose up. The white arm regenerated. The scene was so strange and terrifying.

Everyone retreated in horror, and the old monk's face turned pale.

The tremendous pain of the broken arm brought Xiao Jin back to consciousness, and his bloodshot eyes became clear.

“No…this vigorous vitality, this ability to regenerate severed limbs…you…you…” the old monk muttered to himself, as if he was confirming something.

“She is a demon cultivator! She is a demon cultivator! She is a demon cultivator of the seventh level… She has made a breakthrough!” A clear-minded sixth-level Mingwu screamed!

Pointing forward at the candlelight night, just like when I was a child.

"If you don't want to leave, then just die." The girl said coldly.

A sword was blasted out, demonic energy rolled, and violent waves of a hundred meters were stirred up, and everyone was shocked and flew back.

"I don't need any Thunder and Moon."

Xiao Jin turned around, and the tip of the Zhuoshui Sword contained terrifying dark purple thunder, like a yellow dragon looking up.

"The candlelight in the dead of night shines a bright light in the darkness." She recited to herself.

The rolling demonic energy flowed like a river, accompanied by a shocking roar. Huge cracks spread across the surface of the levee like a dense spider web.

"Crack, click, click, click!"

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and sighed, "It's too late."

"boom!"

The West City levee was broken with a loud bang. The endless water flowed like a wild horse running away, rushing towards Shouchun City downstream.

(End of this chapter)