The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 30 - Never Failed

Huo Rong rose from the fall, her head full of blood. Seeing the fight in plain sight, Xin Chen's fight against Li Baixuan seemed endless. It was undeniable that the man was so strong that it was so hard to defeat. There was little chance that Xin Chen could win the fight.

Huo Rong was certain that Xin Chen could defeat that man no matter what. So he picked up a spear that lay beside him. Raising it up high shouts the echoes of war.

The turmoil peaked even higher, not a single second missed without lives falling. Passing through a fierce fight that almost took his life, Huo Rong managed to subvert the mysterious man who had become his first opponent.

Huo Rong never knew again who was currently sitting on the Ten Strongest bench. He had long confined himself under the sea and knew nothing of the human world. Unexpectedly, the man had a single emblem on his chest that signified that he was part of the Ten Strongest. Ghou Fu Xi, ranked ninth. The man died of his own negligence.

Huo Rong was much more terrifying the soul she was fighting following her instincts as a beast. Ghou Fu Xi's body was torn to shreds and scattered on the ground. Half of Huo Rong's body parts had exchanged entering the demon body. From the head to the stomach with the form of a demon, while the legs remain the same as before.

He went on a rampage, fighting from his own death. Seeing Shui sprawled in the middle of the war, when he felt the power coming out of Shui's body was so weak, Huo Rong immediately approached. Shui is in critical condition.

Huo Rong propped Shui's head up on his thighs, not letting the blood leaking from Shui's head continue to seep out. Before long, the movement of Shui, so slow. He is enduring a very severe pain. Huo Rong knew that.

"This water lizard, people at war you're racing to sleep here. Get up fast."

"This bastard monitor, uhuk! I'm dying. Know the situation a little." Shui blabbed indistinctly which made the blood from inside his mouth come out just like that. Huo Rong to the point of not knowing what to say, she panicked but still wanted to get angry.

"Ck, get up. Come on, I mean the ground here is so cold. You could die."

"Would die." Shui responded to ketus. While Huo Rong grew increasingly foggy. What situation is he facing now. Shui was dying, his silhouette gems no longer released any energy of strength to recover the water dragon's body.

Huo Rong had known a rhythm that her human friend had taught her first. He whistled softly, hoping that the voice would be able to heal Shui. But it was Shui that was revolting.

"Hoi, you want to sing a death song for me. At least let me die peacefully, you fool."

"Don't joke about dying, get up quickly."

"Anyone can save me?"

Huo Rong was running out of words. Shui's pale face grew white - there was almost no blood flowing there. He also felt the strength from within the demon's body begin to thin, now that Huo Rong's hand had been soaked with blood. While there was nothing he could do but address Shui's goals.

Buddies. It was a precious thing for Huo Rong. His loss was a painful calamity that he did not want to repeat. Huo Rong's eyes were involuntarily wet, but not a word came out of her mouth.

A smile appeared on Shui's face. It seemed that the demon had let go had he really breathed his last there.

"Hey ..."

That hoarse voice, Huo Rong was speechless in a thousand languages. Perhaps this would be the last time he spoke to Shui. Although it sucks, the demon is one of his friends. Simply losing his human friend as well as the Lightning Fox, Huo Rong felt that the pain was enough to make her lose for centuries.

"Is my face so swollen?"

Huo Rong did not want to lie to Shui in the last seconds of her life. True, Shui's face was bruised on various sides, even some started to bump. They hardly form faces anymore.

"Very. You fought so bravely, my friend. The wound is an honor for you as a Demon Lord of the Earth."

There was a small ruckus that made Huo Rong even more grimacing. Shui seemed to be light on his own death.

"That means my curse has been destroyed all along."

"Curse?" Huo Rong just found out Shui has a curse.

"The curse of being too handsome."

Huo Rong was silent. "I'm supposed to slap you now to make the afterlife quick."

Shui snorted, trying to get up and sit while closing his eyes.

"You want to die sitting down?" huo Rong asked confusedly. Shui was much more confused by the strange question.

"Hoi hoi who wants to die? I'm just kidding."

Huo Rong's face was very strange, her mouth was open but there was no sound from there. Then before long she completely shook Shui's head. "I thought you were going to die. I thought I'd bury it anywhere."

Shui retorted. Much harder than Huo Rong. "I'm just gathering the remnants of my power into a stealth gem, you know my head just cracked earlier. For now maybe I'd better be a corpse here. You go there don't bother me."

Huo Rong regretted being sad. He slapped Shui's head crown once and left before receiving a reply. Shui clenched his hands high before stretching out his body on the ground.

"Well, a role like this is delicious. Why fight, not to eat."

The cavalry troupe came making the ground shake, Shui opened his eyes wide. Wouldn't move a single finger from where he lay because he knew it was the enemy. Moving just a little surely the arrow will stick in the body.

The footsteps of the horses were getting closer and closer. Shui knew the voice was approaching him.

'The smell will be trampled.'

Closing her resigned eyes, Shui tried patiently to get her body trampled on by a horse that ran like a demon chased. His face was more swollen than before as the horse's footprints flashed and hit the tip of his nose.

Bleeding nostrils, swollen cheeks, blue eyelids until Shui looks more and more narrow. The dragon was battered. Totally battered.

When she felt safe, Shui looked at the horse that was about to collide with one of the young men in white robes, holding a sword in his right hand.

When passing through the cavalry line the young man managed to subvert five of them. The remnants of the opponent surrounded Xin Zhan until he was caught in the middle of the enemy vortex, mercilessly the young man received attacks from various sides.

Shui knew who the figure was. He widened his eyes in the next minute, a total of 12 horsemen were uprooted. With a valiant black horse, the young man spurred him towards another direction.

For a moment Shui was confused as to what he wanted to do. Looking to the side, his heart almost popped out of its sockets when he saw Ye Long beside him while wearing jewelry on his nails and neck.

"Heh, you've been fighting what robbing?"

"That ugly human bothers me, I interrupt it straight back to nature."

"You beat him so easily?"

Ye Long suddenly spat out a blue Flame that instantly burned away the human corpse. Shui was shocked to the point of goosebumps.

"His human body was not at all immune to this heat of fire. You wanna try?"

"Oh, what a good offer. Butno. Thank you." Thank you."

"Rraaaagh. I'm looking for more jewelry."

Ye Long's flapping of wings sounded increasingly distant.

For a moment Shui was sidetracked as he looked the other way, there Shui only realized another battle that seemed to be arriving at a determination.

There, Xin Chen had been locked in the grasp of the enemy. And a great power appeared extremely powerful, absorbing the greatest spirit power from Xin Chen's body back then.

"No-can't be ...."

Shui couldn't believe what he saw back then was reality.

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"It's your fault! You let him catch you and now look what happened!"

The War God Spirit raged violently. Not without reason, now the enemy he hated so much managed to snatch the strength of Xin Chen.

The Spirit Killer Spell. It was created two hundred years ago by a woman who was called a witch of black magic. To draw blood from the greatest spirit user of his time - to obtain blood from a spirit user is impossible. Most of them rarely used the human body because it would suck up so much power.

The spell was made of no more than five pieces. The only ones left were the ones in Li Baixuan's hands. If for ordinary humans, it is not a dangerous object. Yet for someone like Xin Chen, that spell was a hard misfortune to dodge.

As of this moment, Li Baixuan gripped Xin Chen's head and stuck the spell on his forehead.

Ancient writings created from light came out surrounding them. Li Baixuan's whip stretched out to form a large prison. Li Baixuan retreated for a moment, seeing the reaction from Xin Chen was completely puzzling.

Silence and silence. Only those two were able to describe the situation Li Baixuan was in. Up to two seconds later, like a bomb that exploded strong winds again arise with the sound and black power that rises.

spirit power came out and was sucked into the spell. Li Baixuan developed a meaningful smile. The amount of power that spell possessed was all that Xin Chen possessed. Without it Xin Chen was nothing to him.

The smile turned into a wide laugh as it saw Xin Chen's body floating in the air. The power from it was further weakened as it continued to be sucked in by the Spirit Killing Spell.

No one was able to save Xin Chen from that prison of light. Li Baixuan's strength was terrifying. Dare to touch the prison, they will die by a terrible sting. The sound of horse-footed footsteps suddenly sounded from behind Li Baixuan.

Li Baixuan turned her head late and found that Xin Zhan's figure had come, her normally calm face this time was really angry.

"Who would dare hurt my sister?" his growl was held back until Xin Zhan's teeth tightened. His chest rumbled, wanting him to feel like he had finished off Li Baixuan on the spot. The feeling of wanting to protect it remains the same as it used to be, never changing. Xin Chen still did not disappear his careless attitude, just like his father. From childhood again, every time Xin Chen made a fatal mistake, Xin Zhan came to correct it.

One slanted incision scratched almost into Li Baixuan's eyes, the man retreated while brandishing the sword.

"Good brother has come, hm?"

Xin Zhan raised his face, looking at a huge prison that beat the height of the palace. The whirlwind raised Xin Chen's body which was being absorbed by a paper. The turmoil of black power emanated from the prison, so great and would make anyone dumbfounded in disbelief.

"Your sister doesn't look human." Li Baixuan added. "Which human holds the power of the spirit to this degree. Only humans are greedy for power. That's it, the catastrophe. The bringers of the calamities and calamities that should be destroyed. Don't you think so too, Young Master Xin First?"

"So, watch your talk." The light in Xin Zhan's eyes was like the lightning of a ferocious lion's eyes. She knew very well what Xin Chen was doing, and did not feel that there was anything wrong with the path her sister had chosen.

"Take him off and face me right now."

"Sad. You think fighting me will save your sister?"

Xin Chen flintered. Right now, behind his back the prison of light was located. Xin Zhan was still not thinking of a way to save Xin Chen, but he had to get rid of Li Baixuan first before the man took the opportunity to kill Xin Chen.

"Alright if you insist .." Li Baixuan's words hung just like that, it was seen that the man let out another whip of light.

"It looks like the Book of Seven Keys in your hand is quite interesting to get."

One straight lunge came over Xin Zhan, even the thin wind from Li Baixuan's sword could tear the sleeves of Xin Zhan's robe so easily.

The battle period went so fast, three minutes was like hell for Xin Zhan. This wild battle had never been learned by Xin Zhan in any college. Xin Zhan was goosebumps for a moment imagining his sister fighting for days against this monster man, while he was only three minutes away it felt like he was about to fall.

Xin Zhan's sword was nearly thrown away, he took a few steps back to stabilize his already chaotic breath. Calm is the key to victory. That was what Xin Zhan had learned during being mentored by the senior swordsman in the White Fog Valley.

But what still haunts his mind is that Xin Chen did not even pass the first selection in the White Fog Valley college. Starting from the horses and fighting techniques, Xin Chen had always failed to learn them. But today Xin Zhan was aware, the real Xin Chen teacher was nature. Vibrant, challenging and wild. No wonder Xin Chen could defend against Li Baixuan because they had almost the same type of attack. It's not easy to guess and it's deadly.

Xin Zhan advanced as he continued to brandish his sword towards Li Baixuan who was doing similar things. There was a cry from Li Baixuan that signified the fight was again beginning. Whatever happens Xin Zhan must strengthen his horses so that he does not fall. Just once he let his guard down, the sword in Li Baixuan's hand would instantly finish him off.

Been deflected. Xin Zhan was confident the next minute he would collapse. One after another the blows on the sword that Xin Zhan used to save him from Li Baixuan's attacks began to be unable to overcome. The man seemed to know no limits of ability. His strength did not diminish let alone loosen. While up there, Xin Chen was in a dangerous situation. The spell paper had almost taken half its power. If until the spell was absorbed to the end, it meant that Xin Chen would die.

"The vain enterprise." Li Baixuan's chattering was accompanied by a stab that almost pierced through Xin Zhan's heart. Luckily he turned the sword eyes in the other direction, but Xin Zhan still got a wound that scratched his shoulder. Blood poured down his clothes as white as elephant ivory.

"I have never failed to protect her. In vain, you say? My brother is not only my father's champion, he's my champion too." Xin Zhan had never said that directly to Xin Chen for being embarrassing. But if in the presence of others, he always praised her. Perhaps, after losing Xin Chen for seven years made Xin Zhan realize that his jealousy was his selfish form.

Xin Chen gained the attention of his father, Lan An and his mother because he was weak. They knew Xin Chen was depressed, but little Xin Zhan was unwilling to understand him. As her twin brother disappears, Xin Zhan realizes that caring and affection are not important. Taking care of Xin Chen like her father and mother was the most important thing that Xin Zhan had realized all along.

"Don't get me wrong, our hotshot can get you into a mess these few days. Right so?"

Li Baixuan laughed, her face was visibly flashing with an offended expression.

"You really want to play with fire, boy?"