Chapter Fifteen: Many Swordsmen

  Just as Shen Dou was about to be killed by the white-haired old man, a hint of a sinister smile appeared on his face. He muttered "Kuang Jian Jue" under his breath. The giant sword that was several meters away suddenly flew up into the air with a "whooshing" sound, and without much fanfare, it swiftly followed behind the white-haired old man at an incredible speed.

  Just as the white-haired old man thought he had succeeded, a triumphant smile appeared on his face. At that moment, Shen Dou's giant sword had already pierced through his aged body. The Eagle King Sword returned to Shen Dou's hand once again. The lame old woman and the bald monk standing beside him froze in shock, their faces expressionless.

  They also found it hard to believe that Shen Dou could kill the white-haired old man so easily.

  Especially the lame old woman's expression was the most ugly, a strong killing intent ignited in her eyes, and with one foot lightly tapping on the ground, she also drew out an orange long sword from her palm.

  "What kind of kung fu is this." Shen Du had never seen anyone pull out a weapon from their palm, and today he saw two people do it one after another, his mind was shocked and even more curious.

  "Cut it out, you're astonished at what? This kind of kung fu is only possible for those who have cultivated their souls, and as for you, I'm afraid you'll never have that chance." The lame old lady said coldly.

  "Hey, have you cultivated your soul?" Shen Du said calmly, "It's just a swordmaster's aura, no big deal." He was also shocked by the power of Shenmen's Fifteen Swords in his heart, no wonder even the former national military commander Fu Si Bo had praised this set of swordsmanship.

  But just as Shen Dou was becoming complacent, he saw that the bald monk had also slowly drawn out a long orange sword from his palm.

  "Two swordsmen, eh? Looks like I'll have to get serious!" Shen Du no longer dared to slack off, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword, poised and ready to strike.

  That lame old woman was still suspended in mid-air, muttering some sort of incantation in the void above, her long sword remaining motionless in her hand.

  The bald monk's face became more and more relaxed, natural, and even had a faint smile.

  "Shendu, why don't you make a move!" The bald monk finally spoke up and asked.

  At this moment, the sword energy released by Guangtou and Shangshi also gradually converged a lot, as if brewing something, and it seemed that they were not prepared to fight in Shendu.

  "Hey, I'm telling you, old monk, what's the meaning of this? Are you going to win with just ordinary swordsmanship? If you release your Sword Master aura, your chances of defeating me might increase greatly. But if you hold it back, it won't be that easy." Shen Du said expressionlessly.

  "No, I just want to know why you're fighting and why you appeared here. Is it really for the princess? In my impression, you seem to have never been to the City of Death, nor has anyone ever mentioned you. Why do you want to save the princess?" The bald monk asked with a smile.

  He stared at that smile, although it looked good, but always felt that it was more terrifying than the cold face of the lame old woman. He said lightly: "Hey, you're really interesting. Why do I fight, why do I want to save the princess and what does it have to do with you? Then why are you guarding here, why do you insist on guarding this door with your life?"

  "You haven't answered my question yet." The smile on the bald monk's face grew thicker.

  Shen Du immediately sensed that the smile was intoxicating, as if it could bewilder one's mind, so he dared not look again. Just as he turned his gaze to the side, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the bald monk suddenly moving, with a long sword stabbing straight at Shen Du's brow.

  "Huh, what a fast sword!" Shen Du exclaimed, easily dodging several feet away.

  Guang Tou and the monk saw Shen dodge the first blow, the smile on his face did not fade, but instead grew thicker, like a late-blooming flower, bursting out with its final, most dazzling radiance.

  "Indeed, you have two tricks up your sleeve." The bald monk praised: "No one has ever escaped my Huan Xiao Huang Quan's kung fu before, and you are the first."

  Shen Du heard this and smiled, saying lightly: "That's because you haven't met an even stronger opponent yet."

  "Cut!" The bald monk laughed, his mouth crooked to one side, and said proudly: "I once killed a Sword King with my own hands." As he spoke, the tip of his foot tapped, and the long sword stabbed towards Shen Du again.

  This sword was not fast, but it was full of cunning. Shen Dou swung his sword to block, and clearly had blocked the monk's sword, yet he felt a chill rise up from behind him. A strange and cold longsword pierced through Shen Dou's chest.

  "Ah ha!" Another large mouthful of blood spurted out, and he stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief, only to find that there was nothing.

  "What is this!" Shen Dou looked at the lame old woman beside him with a surprised face.

  The lame old woman's face also showed a triumphant smile, the long sword shook, and she shouted: "Go to death!" As she said that, her sword moved with her body, and she rushed towards Shen Dou.

  Shen Dou exerted his strength to break free from the bald monk's long sword, and blood gushed out even more violently from within him. However, Shen Dou couldn't hesitate, grasping the hilt with both hands and striking it straight at the lame old woman's body.

  All of a sudden, there was a loud "Boom!"

  The lame old woman was slapped out of several feet by a giant sword.

  This scene made Guang Tou and Shang's smile unable to hold on any longer, they didn't even care about Shen Dou anymore. With a panicked face, they ran to the side of the lame old lady, helped her up and asked with a serious face: "Old lady, can you still hold on?"

  Shen Du's previous move was a full-force strike, his iron arms already possessing the strength of a thousand jun, and with the addition of the Eagle King Sword weighing ten thousand jin, his power increased exponentially.

  The lame old lady's blow was really not very impressive, without a solid foothold, Shen Dou's slap would be as easy as swatting a fly.

  "No! Old man, help me, help me avenge!" The lame old woman's face was painful, vomiting blood while speaking intermittently: "Also, carry me to my husband's side, I want to die with him."

  The bald monk heard this and burst into tears, saying: "Alright, I'll help you." He then picked up the lame old woman and placed her beside the white-haired old man.

  The lame old woman looked at the white-haired old man with a pleased expression, her eyes filled with fondness. She used her fingers to comb his temples and said with a smile: "Old man, I've come to accompany you." After finishing speaking, she leaned on the white-haired old man's body and died.

  Watching this scene, the bald-headed monk's face turned savage, he stood up and roared: "What enmity do we have with you? Why do you want to send us to our deaths?"

  Shen Du heard this and was shocked. Ah, what enmity did they have with me? Why should I kill them? Suddenly his heart felt sour.

  The bald monk finally stopped smiling, his face revealing an evil grin, the long sword moving swiftly, only to pounce on Shen's door.

  "Hmm, full of flaws." Shen Dou's eyes picked out the weaknesses in Guang Tou and Shang Jian Quan, looks like he's also ready to die.

  Shen Dou didn't dare to break the move, because that sword move still had a follow-up move. If he rashly broke the move, he was afraid that in the end, they would both perish together. Moreover, he had already suffered serious injuries and didn't dare to underestimate his opponent again.

  The Eagle King Sword swung with force, letting out a loud cry of "Frenzied Sword Incantation!" A sharp sword aura burst forth, actually forcing the bald monk to retreat.

  "You little thing, if you keep this up, your wound will likely split open and you'll bleed to death." The bald monk said in a tone as if threatening Shen Du.

  Shen Du heard this and indeed found that his chest was emitting intense pain, and fresh blood had already stained his blue robe red.

  "It seems we must end this quickly! " he said, and then shouted loudly: "Brother Eagle, it's up to you!"

  The voice had just fallen, and Shen Dou's giant sword suddenly transformed into a huge eagle, appearing in front of Guang Tou and the monk. It released a terrifying Sword King aura, with yellow light bursting around the eagle's body.

  "Cluck!" Let out a long, mournful cry.

  "This is! It's actually a spiritual beast!" The bald monk's face twisted in an unbelievable gaze at the giant eagle, which was several times taller than himself. He said coldly, "Even if you are a spiritual beast of the Sword King level, I will still subdue you today!" With that, his long sword shook and he charged straight at the eagle's chest cavity.

  The eagle saw this and let out a long whistle again, flapping its wings and sending the powerful sword energy of the Sword King straight at Guangtou's face.

  The bald monk used his sword energy to directly confront the Sword King's sword energy of the great eagle, and was instantly killed without even having a chance to make a sound.

  Shen Doudou, who was standing by, was shocked for a moment. This was the first time he had seen Eagle Brother take action, and he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

  "Thank you, Eagle Brother!" Shen Du looked at the eagle with gratitude.

  The big eagle cried "Cuckoo", "Master, you are injured."

  "No problem!" Shen Du had always been fond of showing off, and even in front of Eagle Brother, he was still the same.

  "Is there a more formidable opponent next?" Eagle asked.

  "Maybe." Shen Du covered his wound and said lightly.

  "It seems I'll have to take care of it myself." With that, before Shen could even move, Da Ying headed towards the 98th floor.

  Shen Dou followed closely behind, and as soon as he entered the 98th floor, he felt an unprecedented sword aura enveloping the entire 98th floor.

  It turned out that there were ten swordsmen, plus the Eagle Brother's Sword King aura. Shen Dou, who was already injured, found it difficult to breathe.

  The ten swordsmen opposite, facing the Eagle Sword King's sword aura, were also serious.

  Ten swordsmen attacked the eagle simultaneously, but the eagle's moves remained simple, merely flapping its wings with a "whooshing" sound.

  A powerful hurricane shrouded the 98th floor, even more terrifying than the sword king's sword energy.

  Shen Du stood by and saw ten orange lights and one yellow light collide violently.

  The orange light gradually faded and decreased.

  Nine paths, eight paths, seven paths - two paths, one path.

  Very soon, the eagle solved ten swordsmen.

  "Heavens, what a terrifying power." Just as Shen Du let out such an exclamation, he heard the giant eagle say in a low voice: "Master, I'm sorry, from now on you can only rely on yourself for the next level. I was heavily injured just now and I'm afraid I won't be able to use my true form to help you again." After finishing speaking, it transformed into a giant sword once more and flew back into Shen Du's hand.

  Shen Du lovingly stroked the giant sword and smiled: "Thank you, Eagle brother, it's great to have you."