Chapter Nineteen Too Many Suspicions

  Shen Gang was expecting Fu Xingbo to kill Shen Du, his long-time enemy, but Fu Xingbo's face showed no intention of killing. With a hint of a smile, he looked at Shen Du and asked: "Young man, why don't you draw your sword?"

  Shen Du had already lost all grasp in his heart, silently reciting "Void and Reality Sword", using his breath to transform into a sword, another thousand-pound sword appeared on his left hand, the two swords crossed, and the sky was once again swept by Shen Du's Sword King aura, stirring up a fierce golden wind.

  "Hey, it all comes down to this one shot."

  With a thought, various forms appeared in mid-air, confusing and disrupting Lucky's line of sight.

  At this moment, Fu Xingbo's body no longer had any sword aura, motionless, standing calmly in the void, as if he had given up blocking Shen Dou's attack, and also as if he was not afraid of Shen Dou's attack at all.

  Shen Du transformed into a virtual and real figure, the virtual move appeared in front of Fu Xingbo, the double swords chopped down with force, Fu Xingbo instinctively blocked it, but only felt a sense of illusion, although there was a huge chopping force, he couldn't feel the fierce sword king's aura, immediately shocked, loudly shouted: "Not good!"

  As she turned around, all she saw was Shen Du's right hand holding a heavy sword, chopping down with all his might, accompanied by a dazzling golden light.

  "What kung fu is this!"

  Shen Gang was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

  Lou Fang smiled faintly and said, "It's just that, it seems he underestimated the king's strength too much. Shen Du, the so-called Sword King of Shen Du, actually dared to engage in close combat with the king, truly foolish to the extreme."

  "Hmm!"

  Fu Xingbo let out a cold laugh from his nostrils, slowly stretched out his left hand, and with his index finger and middle finger lightly pinched together, he effortlessly caught Shen Dou's thousand-jin sword.

  "What's wrong, got stuck!"

  Shen Du looked at the scene in front of him with unbelievable eyes, wanting to take out the Wan Jin sword. With his iron arm swinging, he could increase his chopping power by tenfold. Adding to that his mid-term Sword King's sword aura, it was enough to chop a swordsman-level swordsman into minced meat.

  While Fuyuki Hiro was able to easily catch his heavy sword.

  "How can it be? How is it possible?"

  Shen Dou was shocked and pale, his left hand's virtual sword condensed into a sword energy that stabbed straight at Fu Xingbo, but Fu Xingbo didn't move an inch, using his body to meet Shen Dou's air sword.

  "What's going on here?!" Shen Gang stood there with a surprised look on his face, asking faintly.

  Lou Fang chuckled and said, "You should know that the higher the level of a swordsman, the more differences there are in their fighting style. Shen Du has already taken a power pill and reached the mid-term Sword King level, while the monarch himself is already at the peak of the Sword King level. It's hard to measure, but he also took a power pill, and now his strength is at the early stage of the Sword Emperor level. You know how difficult it is for a Sword King to break through to the Sword Emperor level? Ordinary people can't even hope to achieve it in their lifetime. I've heard that the way Sword Emperors fight is always less than drawing their swords, and their sword energy isn't as turbulent either. On the surface, they seem to have no sword energy on them, but in reality, their sword energy is condensed in a certain part of their body, capable of both offense and defense. Once it erupts, it can shock heaven and earth, and make ghosts and gods weep!"

  Shen Gang suddenly seemed to have an epiphany and nodded, saying: "So the national master is using the Sword Emperor's sword energy to defend against Shen Dou's Sword King's sword energy."

  The onlookers spoke lightly, but Shendu also heard clearly, showing a terrified expression, wanting to escape, but realizing there was no chance. Fortunately, Bohuang successfully shattered Shendu's illusion and blocked Shendu's heavy sword. The slender golden sword slowly pierced towards Shendu's heart.

  Shen Dou simply watched as the golden sword pierced his heart, but there was no obstructive power, only watching everything happen in an orderly manner.

  "No! Don't! I won't die! I must live!" Shen shouted in his heart, but his body couldn't make any movement. Those iron arms that were originally hard had become even harder, and were stiffened there, without any movement.

  "Let me!" Lord, let me! Lou Fan shouted loudly, his big hand waved, a giant sword condensed in the air, shooting straight at Shen Dou's Tian Ling Gai.

  Shen had no strength to resist, as if his body was controlled by a powerful magic.

  Tian Ling Gai was pierced by Lou Fan's giant sword, penetrating his entire body.

  It was just a slash of air, without leaving any superficial wound, but the internal organs were already severely damaged. His face no longer had any expression, and even his thoughts slowly came to a standstill. He fell slowly from the void, with a single crystal tear rolling out of the corner of his eye.

  "Farewell, Yu Xi, you must shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving the Shen family! Farewell!" This was Shen Dou's intention.

  Then he heard a loud "Boom!" and fell to the ground with his giant sword, which was at the Sword King level, causing even the earth to shake.

  But Shendu forcibly opened his eyes, looking at the golden armor of Fuhengbo floating above the void, as well as the white-robed Shen Gang and Lou Fan. He was unwilling to accept this, hating himself in his heart for not working harder in the past, or else he wouldn't have ended up so miserably defeated today.

  Suddenly, he recalled the time when he was at the Shen's house, his grandfather was still alive, and he would often supervise him to practice sword fighting. Every move, every gesture, his grandfather would carefully instruct; There was also Shen Yao, she was the most lovable, whenever he felt down, Shen Yao would do all sorts of silly things to cheer him up; And then there was Yu Xi, although cold and aloof, but with a kind heart; And many, many more people, he even thought of that old servant who served him, always feeling that the old servant was not an ordinary person, hiding in the Shen's house, probably with a bigger conspiracy.

  Thinking of this, Shen began to suspect that all of this was a conspiracy.

  Why did Shen Gang cooperate with the Great Sword Sect, why did Fu Xingbo imprison Princess Fu Xuehan after killing the former national ruler, why didn't Fu Xuehan want to leave the prison, why did Murong Ling want him to come and rescue her, why, why...

  Too many whys, too many doubts, he couldn't get an answer.

  Just felt a wave of unprecedented fatigue coming from the body, just as he was about to close his eyes, only to see a green light appear in the void above, that green light flashing rapidly, as if it were fighting against Fukuhiro.

  But he couldn't see clearly who that person was, and could no longer open his eyes. The rapidly rising and falling chest gradually became calm.

  "Ah..." So refreshing and relaxing, everything else becomes insignificant.

  "It's probably death, after all!" Shen thought to himself, and then he didn't think about anything else. The bursts of violent thunder in his ears were already completely irrelevant to him at this moment, when he was about to leave the world.