The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 33 - Repeated Events
As if there was no end to it, the fight after battle that took days continued to run. There are no winners or losers. More precisely, there is no meeting point about who loses or wins. Xin Chen ran out of sense to finish off Li Baixuan and Li Baixuan desperately fought back and held on.
The soldiers from both Empires were still killing each other. They still raised their weapons, shouting as loud as possible to shake the spirit of their respective opponents. Among them, one of the soldiers with a heavy sword raised his weapon high. Half his face had been covered in blood, even the torn wounds all over his body almost made anyone would vomit to see him. A wrinkle on the man's face, revealing his burning spirit sparkle. He dueled against dozens of people at once, without the slightest hint of trepidation.
That person was from the Qing Empire. And he's one of the new soldiers from District-1. Although it was still new but General-1 paid more attention to the potential in him and said that after this war, he would be recruited in the core members - with some conditions of course.
The man was really looking forward to winning this war. He wanted to get that title soon. Honor for him is everything. His family would be proud to see him become part of District-1. Because in his old village, he was nothing but the descendant of a poor farmer whose life was very poor.
Zha Yu pulled her sword here and there. Like I was dancing. He enjoyed a war that should have been a terrible thing for everyone.
One by one the heads lay on the ground, some lying with their eyes open and entering the sidelines of the dirty flood puddles. The frenzy in Zha Yu's ears buzzed. Then without him noticing someone was intercepting him from the front. His face looked calm, but Zha Yu knew from that cynical look. His opponent put up an opposing stance.
Lao Zi, the archer from the Shang Empire. Only those who were part of the Empire's spies knew of his identity. The young man did not keep any distance from Zha Yu at all.
Without much ado Zha Yu immediately went after him. Accompanied by a scream from him. Lao Zi tilted her body, letting Zha Yu's sword slash through the air so thin it almost hit her chest. With a bow in his hand, Lao Zi held back the heavy sword thrust that caught up with part of his head.
"A bastard like you, what do you want to block me with such an arrogant face?!"
Lao Zi still had time to look back at Zha Yu's body. His shady eyes looked back at Zha Yu, his mouth uttering regretfully.
"I won't let you kill ky's comrades any more than this."
Lao Zi released himself from the pressure of Zha Yu's sword, he twisted his body and kicked the man's leg down and fell down smelling the ground.
Not wanting to lose to Lao Zi, Zha Yu attacked him all out. His reckless movements and too carried away by emotions made him unable to dwell when he realized Lao Zi was using his secret weapon. A poisonous needle stuck in Zha Yu's shoulder. The needle prick marks spread on his skin and cause red patches that continue to grow. In less than a minute the man was numb and lost control of his body. Then, there was soon a groan of pain lingering in the trunk of his throat. The man is dying and dying.
Lao Zi stared at his opponent for a few seconds. He's used to killing like a hit man. Eliminating his opponent behind the shadow without pity.
His face then looked worriedly at the distance. The leader of the Four Surveillance Units is fighting out there.
"I'm sorry I can only help a little, win this war, Young Master. The Shang Empire needs you so much."
Suddenly the gray sky showed strange signs, the gale blowing fiercely brought piercing air. Blow away the dust and fishy scent of blood that had fused with the smell of rain a few days ago. The air was dry and cold at the same time, it felt so strange to them. Until one of the soldiers among them shouted while pointing up.
"Look!" His face slowly turned pale for no reason, never seeing enough natural phenomena to make his hair stand up in just a few seconds. The compact of his friends looked and wore the same expression.
Whether it's just a delusion, they feel like something big is watching up there. Cynical and powerful.
"Max ...."
Xin Zhan stood stiff, like his legs had been petrified down there. Unable to move anymore, his lips were cupped after that. The scene that brought his memories back seven years ago. Xin Chen was still the same as before. He forced his shoulders to be overwritten by many heavy things; protecting people by using himself. Just himself.
Just then, Xin Chen finished off his enemy Han Wu. With the power of lightning given by the Lightning God. It still imprinted clearly in Xin Zhan's memories.
Shaking began to be seen in both of Xin Zhan's hands. His mind started to get messed up again.
'What if it all happens again?'
He swallowed. Seeing the power of lightning grow fiercer. Pulling the small rocks over the sky, the wind blew the dry foliage around his twin sister. The people around him were protecting the head with their arms, the power was getting out of control.
'If Li Baixuan is the figure of Han Wu from the past ....' Xin Zhan did not want to match the old events with what he experienced this time. 'There will be a possibility of the appearance of an opponent who is on par with the Demon Queen?'
Li Baixuan was able to sense strength with a level that was much different from before. Sumringah who usually always perched on the corner of his lips was destroyed. The man looked up, his sharp eyes thinking clearly about what he was going to face.
"Hahaha!!" Li Baixuan suddenly laughed in the midst of the chaos, "I know this! I know, this power ...!"
Then his laughter sounded louder and louder from second to second, the spear in his hand lit up red again.
"This is what I want to see for a lifetime! A power that rivaled the power of a god, a style that killed Han Wu's spirit seven years ago!"
As the Strongest One Li Baixuan naturally knew the rumors about the war. Didn't expect Xin Chen to go so far as to finish him off. Of course Li Baixuan felt Xin Chen considered him a great enemy. It could not be hidden any more the satisfied laughter that came out of his mouth.
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A/N: Too many things take up emotions and thoughts these days. The author apologizes for the thousandth time, pray things improve as soon as possible:)) hopefully can up routine starting today
Don't forget to be grateful. Don't forget to be happy. Don't forget to breathe.:D dear readers all :DD