The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 21 - Half Day
In other places war broke out with increasingly violent. Countless lives have been lost in just a few days. No word of retreat. Over time, the sky began to show red streaks. Sunlight gives off a slightly red color, no different from the ground that is being treaded by hundreds of thousands of humans below.
Meanwhile, the most terrifying fight had lasted half a day more. Destroy anything that hits those two people.
More insanely, none of them ran out of steam despite having fought it all out.
Li Baixuan chased Xin Chen down. Releasing the power from his hand until it formed a powerful force that instantly made a huge hole in the ground. As his body fell to the ground, one aftershock made the ground tremble violently.
It was silent for a moment. None of the soldiers who were around dared to blink. Until finally Li Baixuan's fist clenched back, hitting something that became his target. The earthen pit where Li Baixuan was located deepened.
Thick dust scattered, drifting indeterminate direction following the wind caused. The dust suddenly dispersed as Li Baixuan's fist clashed with his opponent's.
Then the man bounced. Although he did not get any injuries at all and only intended to buy time to restore his strength that had been drained a lot.
"It seems I've over-considered you strong." He put on a sly smile and a mocking tone of speech. "You are nothing without the power of the Spirit."
Xin Chen did not answer anything. His chaotic mind created a War God Spirit that was busy blabbering and repeatedly trying to get out. The hatred of the War God Spirit towards Li Baixuan brought about such a huge negative air within Xin Chen.
Li Baixuan was a little astonished at first, the black aura around Xin Chen was getting more and more concentrated. But it felt that it was not dangerous for him because when he looked around, his opponent desperately held back the great power.
"You are troubled by this power? Or ... Is that fear bothering you?"
"Show me what you got!" Again and again, Li Baixuan displayed her seemingly endless great strength.
"If that's what you want ..."
Xin Chen clenched his left hand so that it vanished all the black power within his body. His feet returned to the ground with his hands holding the sword.
"uh? You're wearing your human form?" Li Baixuan grew more and more interested, her mustache rose enthusiastically. He did not hide his pleasure. He continued. "Wasn't that so, whatever damage you get from your human body will have a direct effect on your spirit body?"
"Do it if you can."
Li Baixuan turned slowly. In his entire life, he had never seen a spirit user wielding a sword in the same way as a real swordsman. The horses, had explained many things that Xin Chen was not a figure that could be underestimated in swordsmanship.
Suddenly the man grieved and laughed with satisfaction. "This is what I've been looking forward to. Duel as a true fighter. I hate the power of the spirit. Just be honest."
The man began to put up his horses, with one hand holding a sword. "But are you willing to fight against someone who has mastered the science of swordsmanship much longer than you?"
"Let this sword answer."
Before long Li Baixuan began to understand that she should not expect an ordinary fight with Xin Chen.