The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 62 - Gray Eyes
Xin Chen was grieving, the gust of the storm wind scattering the dust from the ground. Darkened. Almost nothing is visible with the eyes. The War God Spirit fought it out, he managed to destroy the Fire Immortal fin on the Dark Dragon's body. Although not a hundred percent. As far as their fight was concerned, Xin Chen had only been reminded of the Demon Sword that was currently sealed within the Black Line of the War God Spirit. Also equipped with his strongest spirit shield.
There was no way the man could get out of there without their knowledge. Xin Chen had just realized his fight with the Dark Dragon had taken them very far from the place where Xin Fai was.
Seeing the War God Spirit was busy facing the Dark Dragon, Xin Chen took the initiative back on his own to see the circumstances. So far, the shields they had made were not destroyed because Xin Chen could feel for himself if the shields were tampered with.
Xin Chen floated quickly to a large black sphere that from below was bound by a gigantic black line. For a moment he was silent. From inside the black ball, there was barely any movement. And he couldn't feel the power from inside. Though for a strong swordsman like Xin Fai at least had a strong presence that he could feel, with a distance as close as this.
Without a second thought Xin Chen destroyed the spirit shield. Then the dark mist dispersed in all directions, mixed with the air and disappeared leaving a void in it. There's no one in there. Xin Chen froze for a few seconds, not expecting this to happen.
Did they make a mistake? They should have already locked Xin Fai here, clearly the man had entered into their trap, without the slightest mistake. So what really happens when both are caught off guard?
Dozens of conjectures revolved around his head, leaving Xin Chen in a state of chaos. One concern is where her father is going now. And actually within a few hundred meters of the front he could feel a force.
The fear grew even more as Xin Chen focused his senses, he knew it was Xin Fai's strength. It means that the man is attacking either who must be in a serious situation in that place. Without a second thought Xin Chen immediately approached, warning of everything that was likely to happen up ahead.
Xin Chen's steps came to a halt, he retraced on the ground. Heart's broken. His eyes bought almost in disbelief-in front there, Xin Zhan bent his knees, sculpting without blinking. Her soul consciousness was in the dimension that Xin Fai had, and in front of her brother Xin Fai was knee-jerk.
With a hand it had just pierced Xin Zhan's chest with a sword.
To how many times, Xin Zhan was dying. Perhaps if previously he could still survive due to luck, the lucky chance of it coming back was so small.
"Dad?!" Shouted Xin Chen, his voice rising and directly approached Xin Zhan.
Xin Fai retreated so quickly before Xin Chen approached her. The Second Son of the Demonic Sword was kneeling parallel to Xin Zhan, watching deeply the black Xin Zhan's eyeballs now turning gray as if the rest of life had disappeared from there. As Xin Chen tried to shake her brother's shoulder, it was precisely Xin Zhan's body that had been frozen like a block of ice collapsed and fell on his lap.
Unbelievingly. Xin Chen could not believe his own eyes. If it was true what happened now was a dream, it would have been a dream this time around so long. Dream of fighting and losing her brother. Impossible, Xin Chen's brain repeatedly confirmed that what he was experiencing now was reality.
But his heart refused that second he lost his twin brother.
Xin Chen's hand slowly grasped Xin Zhan's hand which started to feel cold, just like his own. Xin Zhan's eyes were still open, without blinking. So gray, different from the black eyes that he had known. Xin Chen's fingers trembled, he didn't even see a single scar on Xin Zhan's body other than a puncture mark on his chest.
But why was her brother like he had just been gnawed to death?
"Tree ... Quit joking. Not funny at all, hahaha ... You're always crunchy when it comes to joking ..." Xin Chen tried to laugh on the sidelines of sobs that began to urge. He was still a crybaby, Xin Chen admitted that even though Xin Zhan would laugh at him.
"Oi, yes ... Don't look at me like that. Blink, or hold my hand."
The inscription may sound strange. But Xin Chen really wanted her brother to do as he asked. In order for her heart to calm down, her brother was still there to save her. But nil. Even a minute had lasted Xin Chen could not feel that Xin Zhan was still hearing him. Xin Chen's lips twitched.
Drops of water fell down Xin Zhan's cheeks. But it was not rain water, nor the tears of the now silent youth.
Xin Chen's cry sounded faint. He looked down deeply, regretting his own negligence, cursing himself why he did not come to see when his brother fought with life on the edge of the horn. He's angry about the situation. To the point of not knowing how she felt so broken. For the second time in his life, he lost someone and fell.
That wound was the only one that could kill his sanity. Xin Chen shouted as he could, venting emotions that continued to gnaw his heart into holes. But that scream healed nothing.
The permanent wound will have no antidote unless it regains the source of the wound.
Xin Chen did not admit that he had lost Xin Zhan, even when he knew that the young man's heart was no longer beating. Xin Chen was in a rage, his grasp on Xin Zhan's hand was getting louder. She could touch Xin Zhan's body even with her spirit body, but now, even though she was able to touch Xin Zhan's body, her brother's figure was probably gone. Go from his side who must survive alone to face this war.
No more words were able to come out of his mouth, Xin Chen was at a loss for his words when he saw Xin Zhan's eyes. His hands shook intensely, his heart grew stifling, then slowly in the closed eyes Xin Zhan who was still open while speaking.
"I should have pulled my words yesterday. I don't want to laugh at your body, it hurts so much you know. You're making me cry instead of laugh."
Xin Chen was silent. It did not matter anymore whether Xin Fai would still attack him from behind. It could be that the man did, Xin Chen was at his weakest point right now. Even if one of the small-scale assassins were to stab him in the back, a hundred percent of him would be hit by the attack.
Xin Chen let out a breath. Gazing to the place where he could see Xin Fai standing. Those two golden brown eyes, also shed tears that were as painful as Xin Chen.