The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 61 - As I Guard It

On the other side Xin Chen was facing the Dark Dragon alongside the War God Spirit, after successfully making Xin Fai unable to move and sealing it by making a trap similar to the Black Line that covered the entire body of the Demon Sword. They only had ten minutes at most before the Black Line was made to vanish by Xin Fai.

The countless attacks were launched from two sides, the War God Spirit never once loosened the attack on the Dark Dragon who also retaliated twice as much. Until the impact and hit hardly leave a pause every second.

Xin Zhan stopped staring at the chaos that was happening there. Focused on channeling his strength and recovering the scars on Huo Rong's body. But his activity stopped instantly, as well as Huo Rong who seemed to freeze as she looked to the side.

Moreover, Xin Zhan was currently. He was stunned for a few seconds until he realized the danger was targeting the lives of both of them. He hurriedly placed Huo Rong's hand behind his neck and carried her off as quickly as possible before hundreds of falling light blades hit the earth.

Xin Fai had escaped from the trap of the Black Line and had now dropped thousands of wind blades. It was never expected that his figure could destroy the shield that the War God Spirit created so easily, even the Dark Dragon had trouble escaping the technique. The roar of the wind blew away the dust and sand grains, in one moment there was a big shock.

Xin Zhan brushed off all the wind blades with his sword, one of them escaped, tearing off the sleeves of his robe which instantly spat out thin blood. Inexhaustible getting there, two huge attacks followed a streak of chasing Huo Rong and Xin Zhan.

While they were being chased by Xin Fai, over and over again Xin Chen lost his attention over them. His attention was entirely sucked on the opponent before his fierce eyes. Hardly gave him a second to look around. If that was the case, it could be ascertained that the opponent he was facing right now was no longer the arbitrary type of opponent.

Xin Zhan understood very well this time he could not bother Xin Chen like before. He also did not want to be saved anymore, making him look weaker than his own sister. Trying to get up as hard as possible, Xin Zhan placed Huo Rong's body where it would be safe even though he himself was not sure that Huo Rong's safety would be kept in his hands. The demon's body had yet to fully recover, he was sure that at that time the demon was still enduring immense pain all over his body. Without needing to explain anymore, it was visible from the wrinkle of Huo Rong's own face. Although at the same time Huo Rong acted as if she felt nothing.

"Hold on until I get back. I'm gonna stop dad for a second. And come back to heal your wounds."

"Just be yourself."

After Xin Zhan left, Huo Rong let out a slow breath. His eyes slowly stared at Shui in the distance who had been far away from where they were now. There was no movement from the Water Dragon. What was clear now was that Huo Rong was anxious, she tried to stand up as she could and walked towards the place where Shui was lying. With life or not.

*

The clangs of swords met, the beautiful sparks of sparks descended down. The two swords stopped as its two sharp blades were restrained from each other. Xin Zhan nimbly broke away before he locked himself, sure enough before long out of nowhere hundreds of chains came crashing into each other right where he was standing earlier. It was clear that he could still survive thanks to his battle instincts that had been increasingly trained since fighting with Xin Fai.

But not always Xin Zhan was lucky because soon after his opponent returned to using spirit power. This time, Xin Fai as Dou Jin had said before, the man was fighting with his own 'how. Without the slightest control from Dou Jin. The influence of the man has been lost - though not entirely.

Xin Zhan steeled his footing, preparing for a clash that might soon bring him tumbling back. And in that overcast night, Xin Zhan could still see a flash of a male reflection from his sparkling blade. He immediately turned around, reflexes. It slashed straight parallel to his neck and ended up just cutting through the air.

Quiescent. No further attacks. Xin Zhan further raised his level of vigilance. This time, Xin Fai's way of fighting would probably change again. He had to anticipate that before falling into the abyss of death. His steps backward, his gaze continued to circle around. Xin Zhan increased his overall sense ability. There was no presence that he could track for that long and plus, the rush of rain made his gaze weaken. And his hearing was also affected.

As a small sound wave rang out from the water ripples, Xin Zhan turned his head to find his opponent had been by his side, with sword eyes moving towards his face. He could not escape because the attack was so fast. Although it could be said that in terms of reflexes he was very good, in this fight, his reflexes meant nothing.

The direction of the attack that should have been piercing his eyeballs missed stuck in his left shoulder, Xin Zhan used his sword eyes, trying to release the opponent's weapon lodged in his body. But unable to, Xin Fai managed to make the weapon penetrate inside until his bones felt a tremendous pain. Unwilling to allow himself to be in further danger, Xin Zhan was intent on staying away.

But already the chains that crept from all sides ambushed the young man's body. Tying it all over the body. His hands and feet were wrapped around without a single inch remaining, Xin Zhan's breathing faltered. His neck was snared so tightly, to catch a breath he had a great difficulty.

He stared at Xin Fai who was now releasing the sword that had stuck in his body. The man's golden brown eyeball was empty, unlike the usual.

"Ti-no .." said Xin Zhan on the sidelines of his bated breath, "... Just a little bit left ... Mu-memories"

Xin Zhan's eyes were wide open. What had just happened thus made his body suddenly cold. His eyes caught a burst of blood gliding right in front of him, like splashes of rainwater. Surprised, he barely blinked. He began to feel pain running down his neck.

One of those chains. Penetrate his throat. Perfectly penetrated into the back, and the blood was his. Death and fear are mixed. In Xin Fai's eyes now, Xin Zhan did not see the slightest bit of mercy.

The chains moved like snakes preying on rabbits. Its tail wrapped around it grew stronger, then its head slowly ate the prey. Until there's nothing left of him.

In the middle of that fear. Behind Xin Fai, Xin Zhan was able to see a young man whom he had met some time ago. Walking with a smile carved wide at both corners of his lips.

"I'm afraid you can't even duel with me before death comes to pick you up."

***

Blood was flowing from the marks of the prick around his neck, Xin Zhan was trying to hold his own neck, his fingers looking slightly trembling. But the chains didn't let him move even though he was already in revolt. The blood must be covered immediately or else he will bleed out a lot. Xin Zhan's hand managed to lift upwards, about to touch his neck. Against the current of chain pressure that forced his hand to go back down.

Just as Xin Zhan had just raised his hand, Xin Fai's sword eyes had pierced through his palm. He groaned a little. His breathing grew irregular, between enduring the pain and thinking of a way to escape a situation like this. Though it had not been missed ten minutes after Xin Fai was caught. But, Xin Zhan had already almost lost easily. If Xin Fai's strength was still the same as when they first fought, she was still a little confident in her strength.

And now. There was almost no hope for him. Even breaking away from the chains that should have been easy for him became something so difficult.

As he lifted his face, Xin Fai was looking at him fixedly. Xin Zhan flinched, he mustn't look into those eyes. Before something more dangerous happens.

Xin Zhan closed his eyes. The stabbing feeling in his hand disappeared, it meant that Xin Fai had released his sword. Xin Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he opened his eyes. Silently silent, unable to speak any more than cursing himself.

The rain of blood is back. He spat in his stomach, trying to calm down at a time like this and thinking if this time he still had a chance to survive like before?

The only way to get out of this one dimension was to destroy Xin Fai's realm of consciousness. But obviously it was impossible for him, Xin Fai was too strong. The strength of the man's property was already far from Xin Zhan's current reach.

He started counting the time, the only possibility of survival is if Xin Chen and the War God Spirit come and mess with Xin Fai in the real world so that he has a great chance to destroy Xin Fai's subconscious when he is scatterbrained.

But waiting for ten minutes, it meant that he would have to wait three minutes and fourteen seconds from now. His body was still bound by chains. And the blood moon began to shine brightly on it. Everything in nature is red. Presents a deep sense of horror, more like the grave realm. There are no demons there. Besides himself. And Xin Fai and Dou Jin were certain to appear in a moment.

Sure enough, his guess. From behind the reddish fumes created the form of his father. This time there was nothing tying him from behind like before. He walks alone. His gaze was empty and empty. His body continued to fight, losing his feelings.

That instant Xin Zhan felt pity. How many times he almost died was made by his own father. Unfortunately for the father never decreases even a drop of water. If one day he had to die at the hands of that man, Xin Zhan had no objections. It was just that he had to make sure Xin Fai returned to Fanlu City.

Just as he was busy thinking, his surroundings began to show strange movements. The sticky puddles and soil on the bloody ground started to cause signs. From the sticky ground something began to stand up, forming human-like forms, but had a sinister face with horns. They are demons. Created by the will of Xin Fai. Where the dimension itself was entirely in his hands.

Xin Zhan was surrounded by hundreds of demons that started to tear his body apart, the chains started to stretch but the torture he felt grew more and more. Now that his body was raised above the bollard, his hands were wrapped around the back of the body by chains. One by one the more ferocious demons gnawed, Xin Zhan's body was bleeding. His entire body was torn apart, even some were extremely wide.

Xin Zhan blinked. Instantly, unexpectedly the demons that had been gnawing at his body disappeared. But that doesn't mean he survived the hell Xin Fai created.

Three swords were created, floating in the air. Xin Fai raised her hand. As his hand moved, the three swords swiftly slid down and directly stuck into Xin Zhan's body. There's no fight.

Xin Zhan no longer knew where the little hope for him would remain. The man in front of him did not remember him. His memory is getting worse. There was not a single second Xin Zhan saw the figure as before, freeing Xin Zhan or reducing his strength.

Did Xin Fai really leave that body already? That man is dead in the real sense? The question kept repeating itself in his head. What had actually happened between his father and Dou Jin.

He felt no more pain and excruciating pain in his body. His heart may have stopped - or if he was lucky he could survive a while longer.

One minute one second more. Xin Chen should have switched from the Dark Dragon and confirmed the seal on Xin Fai's body. But it seemed that Xin Zhan did not have that much time, he did not have at all. Both corners of his lips were spitting out a lot of blood. Xin Zhan coughed, blood rising to his throat, making the breath he was desperately pulling obstructed. No more air can be supplied to the lungs.

His lungs were likely leaking from the sword stab. Three swords were at once lodged in his body. Painful. Xin Zhan had never expected the pain to be so overwhelming that he could lose his sanity. Compared to shouting, Xin Zhan could only silently endure all the pain.

Waiting for his imminent death. Xin Zhan half-deadly raised his face, the blood from his mouth dripping freely underground. The next drop of blood fell right in front of Xin Fai's feet.

Xin Zhan was eager to call him Father, for some reason. He tried to smile, as best he could, even though in the end he was crying. There was no longer any fear that was clearly on Xin Zhan's face. To him, even though Xin Fai was different now, he would not hate that man. The face always made her feel safe.

"A ... Father-" Xin Zhan spewed blood so much, he grimaced.

Lips vibrate. One other sword in Xin Fai's hand, now pierced through his chest.

"Thank you for being a great dad. We always miss your return. Whenever it's-"

Xin Zhan's cough got worse, but swallowed the blood in his throat forcefully. Before his mouth could speak no more.

"If ... I'm gone ... Please take care of Xin Chen. Like how I always look after her."