There were constant crackling noises on the first floor, and the dishes, tables, and chairs were all smashed to pieces. Not to mention the waiter, even the shopkeeper would never dare to take a step closer to the lobby. Some thieves who were awakened approached the ruined stairs and saw the lights of swords and psychedelic flames below. They were so frightened that they rolled back and crawled back, yelling at everyone to run for their lives. It was completely chaotic now, and the footsteps in the corridor didn't stop for a moment. Everyone packed up their belongings hastily and looked around for a place to leave.
Ling Huan and Wenying didn't dare to leave the room for a moment. It's such a mess outside that if you're not careful, you'll get hurt by a stampede.
"They said the stairs to the lobby are broken. There really can't be only one way down in an inn, but there are too many people outside and it's not safe." Wenying thought, "We have to find another way."
After that, she climbed into bed and opened the window. She was about to jump down when Ling Huan nervously called her:
"Is it really okay to be so high? And they are still..."
"No problem, it's just the second floor. If those guests don't go to the lobby, we can go in through the main entrance. Don't worry, I'll go down first and then follow you."
After saying that, without waiting for Ling Huan to respond, Wenying quickly jumped out of the window. Ling Huan also hurriedly climbed onto the bed and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wenying standing below unharmed. But then her heart raised again, and she hesitated to go down. Wenying opened her arms with firm eyes, trying to get her to put her heart back in her stomach. Her keen sense of hearing told her that her friends were engaged in a bitter battle, so she gritted her teeth and rolled over from the window with her eyes closed.
Wenying really caught her very reliably, firmly. She was placed on the ground upright, and then she dared to open her eyes. She looked at Wenying's slender arms in disbelief, never expecting that they had such power. Maybe all monsters are like this? Anyway, it is always wrong to judge a book by its appearance.
There was no time to delay, so they walked around to the main entrance. From time to time, debris was hit inside the door, causing the heavy wooden door to make a clanging sound that could be heard throughout the street. It was completely bright, but people didn't dare to get even half a step closer. Many guests had already escaped through other paths and were shouting in other neighborhoods. The neighbors were all curious about what was going on here, but looking at the situation, no one dared to come and find out in person.
"I smell the burnt wood," Wenying said. "He can't draw the sword now, but he can still set it on fire. I guess he broke the stairs himself, one of the purposes was to prevent us from getting close." It must be dangerous inside, that's a fact, why don't I go in and help them while you wait outside."
Ling Hu shook his head vigorously, almost subconsciously. She already felt from the bottom of her heart that she should not be separated from them. She and her friends were one and the same. Wenying grabbed her shoulders and said seriously:
"A mortal cannot handle this situation now. But you can help us call more people. You go and report to the government and ask the government people to come over. Since he is still considered impermanent, the more people here, the more likely he will be Restricted by his identity, he will be unable to do anything. And maybe there will be someone in the government who can negotiate with him. Even if it doesn't work, at least he can help evacuate the crowd and ensure the safety of the people. Please!"
Ling Huan knew what she said was right. She frowned, with a sad look on her face, but nodded anyway, turned around and called for someone to come, turning back three times at a time. Seeing her go away, Wenying began to think about how to open the door. But the door was locked from the other side, and she didn't know what effect destroying it with demonic power would have on the inside. When she was at a loss what to do, a window was broken by a ball of flames. But it wasn't pure flames either, but half a burning bench stuck in the ground. Wenying didn't hesitate at all and jumped in through the broken window, just in time for the most stalemate moment in the fierce battle.
Wenying was surprised to find that Lord Kutsutsuki was actually controlling three weapons at the same time. One is a double-edged sword from the hell realm, one is a snake-tooth scimitar from the animal realm, and the other is a long sword with a strange blade and a pattern that resembles a demon-sealing blade. She immediately understood that the third weapon belonged to Master Lintian, but what happened to make this sword appear in his hand? But rather than saying it is in the hand, it is better to say that the three weapons are suspended. They were surrounded by bright flames, wisps of them, as fine as the breeze. But these flames seemed to be alive, or simply a part of Lord Kotsutsuki. They control weapons flexibly and can use their characteristics to perform different moves at the same time.
Having only the lobby of an inn as a battlefield was really frustrating for a few people. It can be seen that both Xie Zhe and Han Zhang worked extremely hard to minimize the damage. Wenying hurriedly stepped forward and helped Xie Zhe, who was out of breath. Seeing her, Xie Zhe asked Han Shang almost at the same time:
"Where's Ling Huan?"
"I asked her to report to the police!"
"Even so, it's of no use. But it's good that she doesn't get involved... You did the right thing."
But it seems that Chen Xing alone can handle it. Although her curtains fell to the ground, her eyes showed a different kind of weariness - but her movements were very neat, and she didn't look like she was tired of fighting at all. The moment Jin Mieya got closer, venom splashed out from the tip. Chenxing simply raised the knife to cover it, and the venom hit the knife surface and fell like water, seemingly not corrosive at all.
Lord Xueyue has given up. He only moved his fingers easily twice, and the three weapons were quickly retracted and gathered behind him. He stood on the only complete tabletop, and his tone was either appreciation or arrogance.
"Yes, there were a few moments. But in the final analysis, everything depends on the ability of your weapon. If it is a weapon, it should be a sacrificial weapon, right? Forget it, it is not important. I am a little curious, what can you do if you put down that copper-ringed sword? Parry?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Xueyue raised his hand. His fists were clenched, and he didn't know what he was holding. Soon, he put his hand to his mouth and opened it suddenly. At that moment, the room that was originally lit red by scattered flames suddenly glowed with a cold light. A beautiful blue lotus blossomed in his palm. At the same time, Han Chang's face showed a look of disgust.
"Hahahaha, I really should find a mirror to let you see your current expressions. But unfortunately, only I can appreciate this kind of scenery, and only I can appreciate it."
Lord Xueyue opened his mouth slightly and spit out a blazing scarlet flame. When a thin wisp of flame touched the blue light lotus parallel to the front, it eroded its entire body like a dye. The warm light rolled and collided in the cold outline, and then broke out from the other side. The dreamy wisteria color slants down, more like a trickle than a flame, or a spring breeze carrying petals. But the flowing momentum has not diminished at all, and it is still attacking head on with strong murderous intent. Chenxing remained unmoved and quickly raised his sword to resist.
But this time, she seemed to be really in trouble.
Before the abnormality appeared on the knife, her expression changed for a moment. She immediately stretched out her other hand and put it on the back of the knife, trying to resolve this strange demonic power. The scorching red hellfire and the gloomy blue Shiranui swallowed each other, blended with each other, and swept "gently" with a surging momentum that could not be resisted. The purple flame gave people a strange feeling of stagnation until it touched the blade. Unlike before, the flames were neither blocked nor cut, but actually hit the blade.
Then, the pure copper sacrificial vessel began to melt slowly.
"Chenxing!" Han Zhang shouted, "Get away quickly, you will die!"
But she didn't move. I don’t know if I didn’t hear it or if I really couldn’t act. The red copper ring blade was completely twisted and deformed, and fell to the ground sparsely, making a sizzling sound and causing erosion to the bricks. Without the oxidized film, the high-purity copper liquid shines like gold. It's just that this magnificent scene conveys a desperate message.
The Huanshou Dao cannot absorb the power of this strange fire. It was destroyed, and its owner was exposed to the flames. This kind of wisteria-colored flame that no one has ever seen before really wraps around Chenxing's body like a vine, burning quietly but violently. More ferocious than fire, more silent than thunder; more pliable than water, and colder than ice. It even exudes an inexplicable fragrance, making people wonder if their sense of smell is confused in the thick smoke. Does it really still count as fire? Rather than what is alive?
Purple flames spread all over Chenxing's body, pestering her endlessly. But just before Xie Zhe and the others felt despair, several of them were keenly aware that she... didn't seem to be affected by the burning. Her clothes, her hair, her skin were all intact.
In fact, the fire in her body was slowly weakening.
Lord Kutsutsuki's face didn't look so good. He had long sensed that something was wrong, and the supply of flames had long been cut off. But from the blue and purple lotus in his hand, mana is still being continuously drawn. Chenxing, who had lost her Huanshou Sword, was still absorbing a large amount of flame energy - using herself.
Something seeped through the fabric of her chest. There was also something crystal clear flowing slowly from her hair, around her mouth, and from the corners of her eyes. The parts hanging in the corners of her eyes were like gorgeous and clear tears, overflowing one after another, even though her face was expressionless. This scene seemed a bit scary, but Lord Kutsutsuki stared at her intently. Are those fluids liquid or solid? It's really hard to judge. Even their color cannot be determined. At different times and angles, the color changes unpredictably, but it is always a light color that switches between cold and warm, which does not affect its own crystal clarity.
Those things penetrated her skin and regrouped in her hand that still held the sword. Soon, a slender, twisted, colorful and transparent stabbing sword condensed. Even the hilt and sword are made of the same glass. That sword looked really weak, or it shouldn't be called a sword at all, but something like a needle. But if you say it is acupuncture, if you look closely, it has countless irregular and smooth cross-sections, as weird as a ball of transparent noodles that has been randomly twisted and dried in the sun.
But the active purple light and the jumping fire waves tell everyone that it is by no means as simple as it seems. Everyone froze in place, motionless.
"...I see. You really deceived everyone."
Even the ring-shou sword that absorbs power is just a cover. It is her flawless heart that truly achieves all this. It beats silently forever in its own way. This small, strange sword was in tune with Chenxing's pulse in her palm.
Every time you breathe in and out, you can hear it whispering non-stop.
