--><!--divstyle="color:#f00"-->Recomendaciones populares: Blue Xiangji rode a cloud of frosty aura, blocking Wei Wuxian's path.
Xue Yang tossed out the Frost Splendor Sword to block his next attack.
The two famous swords clashed directly and flew back into their respective owners' hands.
Wei Wuxian said, "Is this what you call 'coming early is better than coming late'?" Blue Xiangji replied, "Mm." After saying that, he continued fighting with Xue Yang.
Before, it was Xue Yang chasing Wei Wuxian from side to side;now, it was Xue Yang being forced back by Blue Xiangji step by step.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, Xue Yang's eyes flickered as a smile appeared on his face.
Suddenly, he tossed the Frost Splendor Sword in his right hand and grabbed another one with his left.
At the same time, he pulled out another long sword from his sleeve, seamlessly transforming into a double-sword attack.
Although his sleeves seemed narrow and agile, they had certainly been modified for storage use.
The long sword that was drawn out exuded an eerie and gloomy aura as it swung, forming a stark contrast with the bright silver light of Frost Splendor Sword.
Xue Yang launched both swords, coordinating them like flowing clouds and water, immediately gaining the upper hand.
Blue Xiangji asked, "A calamity?" Xue Yang feigned surprise: "Eh?Contemplation King actually recognizes this sword?How fortunate." "A calamity" was Xue Yang's personal sword.
Just as its name implied, it brought bloodshed and slaughter like its owner.
Wei Wuxian said, "That name suits you well?" Blue Xiangji replied, "Step back.
You are not needed here." Wei Wuxian modestly followed the advice and stepped back.
He moved to the door, looking outside as Wen Ning choked Song Lan in his neck, suspending him mid-air before slamming him into the wall, creating a deep human-shaped pit.
Song Lan similarly grabbed Wen Ning's wrist with one hand, flipping him over to knock him down.
The two fierce corpses clashed loudly and continuously without feeling pain or fear of injury;unless decapitated or dismembered, they could continue fighting.
Wei Wuxian said to himself, "It seems I am not needed here either." Suddenly, he saw Lan Jingyi waving frantically from a dark shop across the way.
He thought, "Ha, over there must need me." As soon as he stepped forward, the light of Zhiren Sword surged, and in an instant, Xue Yang slipped his hand, making Frost Splendor Sword fly out of his grasp.
Blue Xiangji smoothly caught it.
Upon seeing that Frost Splendor Sword was now in someone else's hands, a cold fury flashed in Xue Yang's eyes as he slashed directly at Blue Xiangji's left arm with the "A calamity" sword.
When this slash failed, his gaze suddenly hardened, and he said grimly, "Give me the sword!" The more agitated Xue Yang became, the more dominant Blue Xiangji was.
Indifferently, he replied, "You don't deserve this sword." Xue Yang sneered.Wei Wuxian se acercó a donde varios jóvenes nobles estaban agrupados y dijo: "¿Están todos bien?"" "No!" "We're following your instructions, holding our breaths." Wei Wuxian added, "That's good.
If anyone doesn't follow my instructions, I'll make him drink rice porridge again." Several of the youths who had tasted it made retching gestures.
Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps echoed from all sides.
At the end of the long street, more and more people could be seen, with shadows starting to appear.
Blue Xiangji also heard this sound and flicked out his Wuxi Qin, tossing it onto the table.
He threw Biquan into his left hand;despite its sword's weakness, he continued fighting Xue Yang.
Meanwhile, without looking back, he flicked his right hand on the strings of the ancient zither.
The sound of the zither traveled far down the long street and returned with the familiar sounds of zombie heads being blown off.
Blue Xiangji continued battling Xue Yang while playing the guqin;he attacked simultaneously from both sides with a calm and composed demeanor.
Jin Ling couldn't help but exclaim, "There's a high threshold here!" Lan Jingyi said, "Why is it so high?It’s not like we're at a temple." Wei Wuxian replied, "It's not a temple, but it needs a very high threshold for some reason." A few fire talismans lit up in the dim light, illuminating the room.
Straw was scattered on the floor, and there was a shrine in front.
Below the shrine were several uneven wooden stools, and to the right of the shrine was a dark little room.
There were also eight or nine black wooden coffins.
Jin Ling asked, "Is this an ancestral hall for storing corpses?" Wei Wuxian replied, "Yes.
Unclaimed bodies, unlucky corpses stored at home, and dead people awaiting burial are usually kept here.
It’s like a resting place for the dead." Lan Sizhuo asked, "Moor Prince, why is the threshold so high in an ancestral hall?" Wei Wuxian answered, "To prevent the reanimation of corpses." Lan Jingyi said blankly, "A high threshold can't stop the reanimation of corpses, right?" Wei Wuxian explained, "It can’t stop it, but sometimes it can prevent lower-grade zombies from leaving." He turned to stand in front of the threshold and continued, "Assuming I just died and started reanimating." The young nobles nodded eagerly.