The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 200 Swallow Returns to Slay Demons, Moonlight Blade Light (2-in-1)

An unusual stillness pervaded the second-floor corridor. Faded oil paintings hung on the walls on either side, and the phlogiston flames in the wall lamps were kept low, illuminating only a small cluster of crimson light that cast a dim glow over the corridor. The carpet was deep red and made no sound when stepped on.

Isabella's boots made her steps exceptionally light, even when running.

But soon, the doors on both sides swept past her one by one, the brass on the doorknobs gleaming in the dim light.

Before he could run very far, "Boom!"

Suddenly, the floors behind exploded. It wasn't an explosion; something was pushing upwards from below, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered the floors, beams, fireplaces, walls, and even the exquisite Rococo decorations!

"Crack crack crack—" Gravel and wood chips flew in all directions, creating a wave of dust in the corridor.

"Ah!" The vampire hadn't even rushed up yet when her scream reached this floor.

The piercing scream made the walls of the entire corridor tremble slightly. The glass in all the windows on the second floor began to shake violently.

"Rumble—" The window frame shook inside the wall, and the gap between the glass and the wooden frame emitted a faint, rustling sound, like countless insects grinding their teeth at the same time.

"Crack!" Then, before she arrived, countless panes of glass shattered in unison with a crack!

"Crack!" Glass shards flew into the corridor, large, sharp fragments, like a sudden hailstorm, raining down on Isabella.

Even with earplugs on, part of the shriek still penetrated the metal barrier and exploded on Isabella's eardrums.

A sharp pain came from deep inside her ear canal, and her vision blurred for a moment.

However, she still decisively turned around to dodge. Glass shards flew from all directions, and she quickly turned to the side, lowered her head, and raised her hands to protect her face.

Her movements were incredibly swift, but the corridor had so many large windows that, despite their poor protection, several bloody scratches still appeared on her arms and thighs.

Blood seeped from the wound, forming a thin red line in the rushing air. A cut was also made on the side of my face, burning with pain.

Before she could even stop the bleeding, a huge, pale figure covered in scarlet veins had emerged from the gaps between the flying glass shards behind her, half of its body sticking out of the blasted hole in the floor!

"Whoosh!" Isabella didn't hesitate or retreat. She forcefully twisted her body in the rain of debris, facing that direction, and her rapier sprang from her waist.

"Whoosh!" The blade whistled sharply through the air, then pierced the vampire with a soft "thud."

The palm of the giant claw that the banshee reached out.

"Pfft!" The blade made a horizontal cut in the palm, from the base of the thumb all the way to the base of the little finger. It was deep and long, with the skin and flesh rolled up to reveal the dark red, throbbing muscles underneath.

Blood gushed from the wound, several times more than when a person is injured normally, splashing onto the carpet in the corridor like water from a tap that had been turned on.

Isabella didn't stop. Her body slipped through the gaps between the five scythe-like claws, as light as a bird flying through a thicket of thorns.

Then, with a loud crack, the floorboards and walls behind me split open.

Although the vampire's claws were scratched, the force and direction were hardly affected.

The five claw blades still managed to cut through, slicing into the surrounding floor slabs and ground. Gravel and wood chips were cut like tofu by the claw blades.

A section of the floor collapsed, revealing the beams underneath and the ceiling of the floor below.

"Crack—crack—" After the vampire finished swinging her claw, she leaned forward, her claws gripping the surrounding walls and floor, pulling herself completely up to this level.

Every time the enormous body moved upwards even a little, the entire floor would tremble precariously.

Isabella's previous cut wasn't shallow, and it was quite long, but the gushing blood had just caught...

It changed after being exposed to air for only a short time.

Fine lines appeared on the surface of the liquid, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a dark red, translucent, amber-like crystal.

The sounds of crystal shattering and colliding came from the wound, fine and fragmented, like someone hammering a piece of solidifying glass. It quickly covered the wound completely.

"Ah!" the vampire screamed again.

Perhaps because he had been slashed, his screams were exceptionally fierce and piercing this time.

And at that moment, his body, accompanied by the shout, thrust upwards violently.

"Crack!" The huge, pale head, covered with blood vessels and crystal clusters, suddenly lifted up and immediately crashed into the roof.

With a loud crash, the roof structure shattered like paper under her impact.

Those exquisite murals depicting angels and saints, those plaster reliefs sculpted with fairies and flowers, those vaulted structures inlaid with gold trim and stained glass, all collapsed in an instant, along with the rafters, tiles and plaster!

The entire roof began to tear and collapse. Huge rubble and shattered wooden structures rained down from above, and because the vampire had consciously arched forward, the debris quickly spread to Isabella, leaving her no room to dodge.

However, she showed no sign of panic. She reached into the pocket of her waist support and immediately pulled out a flat metal box. She pried open the lid with her thumb, revealing a black, viscous, asphalt-like paste inside.

"Whoosh!" She raised her hand and flicked it, and the box immediately began to tumble in the air.

"Crack!" The moment the alchemical potion hit the roof, the stone surface immediately began to bubble, turn black, and decompose, like paper splashed with strong acid, rotting from the edges to the center.

Soon, a large hole rotted through the roof. The wooden structure fared even worse; the parts touched by the black mist were carbonized and pulverized, turning into black powder that drifted down from the air.

Isabella also pushed off suddenly at that moment, and her body immediately sprang out through the gap.

The moonlight poured down from above, illuminating Isabella, who was wearing a dark green coat, and she was instantly bathed in the night breeze high above.

"Boom!" The surrounding debris hadn't settled yet; some were still falling at her feet, while others were grazing past her, whistling as they plummeted downwards.

But just then, the sound of wind breaking came from behind. The vampire's giant claw swung around the remaining clothing wrapped around her wrist and the long, dripping dark red blood vessel, sweeping away the surrounding rubble.

Tearing through the surrounding boulders, it hurtled towards her back in the blink of an eye. The claws drew five parallel arcs in the moonlight, each accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air.

Seeing this, Isabella didn't dare use the surrounding debris for cover. Instead, she decisively jumped backward, her fingers immediately engaging the mechanical device on the hilt of her sword.

With a click, the thin, hollow metal tube in the center of the rapier began to vibrate rapidly.

"Whoosh!" The blade swept out horizontally from right to left, meeting the giant claw that was swinging towards her.

With a soft "thud," the blade sliced ​​into the gap between the vampire's two fingers, cutting in at the base of the fingers and emerging from the joint.

"Whoosh!" Two huge, scythe-like, pale claws immediately detached from the palms, twirling in mid-air before crashing into the pile of rubble below with a dull thud.

The scream of the vampire came from behind, sharp and long, like iron nails scraping against glass, making one's teeth ache.

But she didn't stop; instead, as if enraged by the pain, she thrust forward even more frantically. The massive head pushed towards Isabella like a bulldozer.

The ring-shaped fangs in its open mouth swept in large pieces of gravel, crushing them with a crunching sound, like chewing bones.

The second floor surrounding Isabella was still littered with countless pieces of debris: fragments of ornaments, broken pieces of furniture, shards of glass from windows, brass bases of wall lamps, and shards of wood from picture frames.

So after landing, she had no choice but to quickly turn around and jump again, dodging towards the side of the building that had not yet completely collapsed.

However, the instant her body unfolded in mid-air, her gaze immediately caught a white shadow, not from the front, but from the side.

As the vampire arched forward, she extended a claw and swept it from the side. The five claw blades opened like a huge, closing fan, heading straight for her waist and abdomen!

Seeing this, Isabella immediately tensed her waist muscles in mid-air, changing her trajectory.

However, the claw clearly stopped suddenly halfway through its sweep.

The vampire suddenly stopped her forward momentum halfway through her claw strike and pulled her body backward.

The huge, pale, crystal-covered body suddenly spun rapidly, and the claw on the other side immediately swept across from another direction!

Isabella's pupils dilated in shock as she stared at the claws so close, capable of instantly slicing through boulders and steel. Her body no longer had the strength to change direction.

He could only quickly reach for his waist, touching the pouch on his waist guard that contained the last alchemical potion.

However, the vampire's eyes were now completely covered in bloodshot veins.

Perhaps that's why her movements were much more ferocious than before.

The moment Isabella reached out her hand, the claw was already in front of her!

With a whoosh, the sound of wind breaking quickly approached her.

Soon, a tremendous force came from her lower back—

"Huh?" Isabella was stunned.

Because the attack was clearly in front of her, and the sensation behind her waist was wrong; it wasn't a scythe-like claw.

The touch of the human hand was quite warm. With its five fingers spread, it directly wrapped around her waist, pulling her out of the center of the claw attack.

Her body was immediately propelled backward by that force, at a speed much faster than she could run on her own.

The wind howled in her ears, and the moonlight and rubble rushed past her. She traced an arc in the air and landed directly on a relatively flat pile of rubble.

The trench coat rustled loudly.

As Zhang Chang'an threw her out, he used the momentum to spin around in mid-air, turning 180 degrees so that he was facing the female demon instead of having his back to her.

His pupils trembled slightly. Bingzi Jiaolin was already unsheathed, its blade gleaming with a dark, gloomy, congealed blood-red luster under the moonlight.

However, the blood clinging to it was quickly flung away, revealing a gleaming blade, while simultaneously turning orange-red...

A colored light shone from the hilt, quickly spreading along the transmutation array patterns on the blade towards the tip, like a lit fuse.

The air around the blade immediately began to distort, and the water vapor was evaporated by the high temperature, turning into white smoke that rolled, rose, and spread around the blade.

White smoke danced in the moonlight, swirling around the pale blade and enveloping Zhang Chang'an's figure in a hazy, ever-changing white mist.

He lightly stepped in mid-air. His body shifted from passive rotation to active forward thrust. He took a deep breath, and a large gust of air surged around him, as if someone had opened a door in the fog.

"Hmph!" Zhang Chang'an twisted his waist and turned his body in mid-air, exhaling and exerting force, "Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Three whooshing sounds immediately rang out in the air. Not consecutively, but simultaneously, the three sounds overlapping, like a rope being twisted into three strands.

The blade flashed three arcs in the moonlight, then simultaneously slashed at the same target from three different directions in the same instant!

Secret Sword: Swallow Return.

*Thud. Thud. Thud.* The sounds of flesh and bone tearing rang out continuously, but the intervals were so short that it was almost impossible to tell the order.

The first cut pierced the vampire's longest finger, entering from the base and exiting through the joint; the scythe-like pale claw blade detached from her palm.

Then the second cut entered the center of the palm, the blade cutting in from the center of the palm and out from the back of the hand.

Suddenly, a gash appeared in the very center of his palm, running across the entire surface. The skin and flesh rolled to both sides, revealing the broken metacarpal bones and dark red tendons underneath.

With the third strike, Zhang Chang'an, still leaping in the air, reached the end of the hand and swung his long sword, immediately slicing into the wrist.

The blade sliced ​​through the gap between the wrist bones, severing the radius and ulna, leaving only a strip of skin and flesh connecting the half of the wrist.

"Ah!" The vampire's agonizing scream pierced the sky.

The giant claw that was swinging in the air was supposed to hit Zhang Chang'an, but now only three of its five fingers are still connected, and a large gash has appeared in the center of his palm.

Most importantly, half of his wrist was broken, and his entire hand hung there, swinging back and forth with the movement of his arm, like a torn flag.

The enormous and bizarre body began to struggle violently due to the horrific wound, and large amounts of blood began to splatter everywhere.

"I never expected this—no wonder it involves the royal family; even a casual trip outside means encountering such a monster." Zhang

Chang An frowned and shook his head as he looked at the extremely bloody scene before him.

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