The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 50 - Smiling of Desperation
Elsewhere a fierce battle was brewing between Xin Chen and the Dark Dragon. There was hardly a silent pause due to the second fight. The tremors on the surface of the inundated water grew even bigger, Xin Chen managed to hit the tail of the Dark Dragon which made the demon fall to the surface of the ground. Without wasting any chance Xin Chen then smashed at him with the Sword in his hand.
A single punch managed to break through to half a sword, even if it only hit the hard skin of the dragon. Xin Chen did not have time to attack any further when he saw the opponent moving in revolt, he retreated as quickly as possible before receiving a much more dangerous counterattack.
"Your type of attack is actually easy to read, huh?"
Xin Chen muttered, The Dark Dragon is impossible to hear what it is hearing. "Attacking follows instinct and emotion. But what makes you far superior to other Earth Ruler Demon and always triumphant in battle?"
It seemed that he should always be on standby for surprise attacks that might be far beyond his expectations. Crashing on the ground rocks rang out loud, the Dark Dragon fluttered its tail in all directions, turning the tail towards Xin Chen who had suddenly disappeared from there. The demon made a sound indicating his anger was already at its highest point.
Xin Zhan who was fighting elsewhere was stunned to feel the rising temperature change. The temperature there becomes much hotter and burning, even to take a breath of the lungs as if being scratched by sharp dust.
Xin Chen stomped his foot on the head of the Dark Dragon, creating a spirit hand form the same size as the dragon's head and clutching its neck.
The various attacks he had carried out did not have much effect, but at least Xin Chen could destroy the outer skin of the dragon. Little by little.
He began to think what he was doing was in vain. His strength will not be able to survive until the dragon falls. Xin Chen swallowed.
He looked at the sword in his hand. Such a charming red and golden streak, Xin Chen felt it was inappropriate to have one. The combination of the Demonic Sword and the Celestial Emperor Sword was heavily guarded by his father even with the life of the man himself. Now the sword seemed to be of no use if it was in Xin Chen's hands.
Even to win this fight his doubts further killed his fighting spirit.
Malfunction.
I don't know why it destroys him all the time. He blames himself for what happened in front of him.
While the echoes and vibrations in the surroundings drew closer, Xin Chen closed his eyes softly. Neutralize his mind, disposing of all the bad things that began to poison his heart. The sword in his hand disappeared, changing with a flute that was now perched in his mouth.
A gentle rhythm, lathering and whispering softly. Implies an unspoken message. The stuffy that ruled around was destroyed, changing the cold and calm. The sound of the flute is increasingly echoing dominating around.
A drop of blood fell on the end of the dried leaves, then the red blood faded. The remains of the corpses that had been charred for the umpteenth time vanished, turning into black dust that rose above the surface.
The sound of the flute came in at a shrill tone, sounding like a battle cry chanted in rhythm. Then the black dust swirled in one place, creating a strange typhoon that never happened in any hemisphere.
Xin Zhan was flabbergasted.
This time what his sister did. Xin Zhan's breathing was choked, the scene that occurred at several hundred meters back there was terrifying. Which crazy man would come to look near it, even a madman himself would run away when he saw the event happen in plain sight. The huge cyclone rolled up carrying black dust up. And in the midst of the typhoon, Xin Zhan felt the strength of his sister gathering.
If Xin Chen could die, then he had already died for a thousand times due to his reckless actions all along. Gathering that much spirit power, and being filled with negative energy anyway, Xin Chen could lose his sanity. All the corpses that died in this war were mostly people whose deaths were not calm. They did not even know what killed themselves when the Fire of Eternity struck and instantly killed thousands of them.
Restless controlled Xin Zhan's current mind. However what he could do was just fight against Xin Fai and let his sister there. I don't know what will happen after that.
The War God Spirit came out with a faint smile on every corner of his lips.
"Finally!! I'm out! The iron man is dead? Good riddance! You have already avenged me hahahhahaha!"
Not one second he came out, immediately noisy no matter what. Xin Chen brushed off his frustration for a moment.
"You need this power, don't you?"
The War God Spirit looked at the surroundings even more clearly, and his smile grew even more meaningful.
"This is more than enough for me. But unfortunately to activate the sixth technique has a big risk. If your soul is unable to withstand the magnitude of this spirit power, it does not rule out the possibility of your life floating and this body will change hands with me. You remember, the human soul is quite weak. I ask you, with the hundreds of thousands of spirits that are in this Book of Spirit Controllers, is your mind still as good as it used to be?"
Xin Chen did not reply, The War God Spirit caught it as a no answer.
"But we have no other choice either. And with the sword ..." The Spirit of the War God snorted for a moment, indeed he felt an immense power from there. But he's not very interested in that kind of stuff.
"We still have the possibility to win."
Xin Chen raised his face. Little hope. Whether it was true or not, but he was a little relieved to hear it.
Xin Chen again blew his flute, the voice of the Deathly Rhythm with a tone so deep it infiltrated within the air. Approaching the Dark Dragon who was trying to fight the cursed voice with the shrill of his own voice.
Rebellion and attack by the Dark Dragon is indeed very, very devastating to the land below. It was incalculable how much loss it would have if this war had taken place in the heart of the Shang Empire. Moreover, the Deathly Rhythms seemed to interfere with the Dark Dragon's hearing.
Xin Chen thought to Ye Long. The fact that the dragon was the son of the Dark Dragon still had a lot of mystery in it. And how the two dragons both hated the Deathly Rhythm.
The sound of the flute paused for a moment. Exchanging into soft and disjointed sounds. Xin Chen himself did not know why he mastered those songs. He creates these strains when he feels lonely, sometimes lonely, or when he is completely desperate.
The War God Spirit fell silent. Even though he did not get any influence from the sound. What he saw was only Xin Chen who was busy playing the flute in the middle of an odd typhoon storm. And a raging dragon.
His gaze turned pity. The War God Spirit said nothing but muttered inwardly.
'I'll help you. Whatever happens.'