I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 339

Episode 339: The Battle of Jeongsa (7)

Kunlun Mountain Hill

"By the way, are we on the right track?"

Dan Yehwa took a shallow breath and looked ahead.

According to the villagers' testimony, he climbed the mountain and was blown here by the wind from the peak on the other side.

But.

“You said you only took the women… When did you bring the Murim Alliance?”

Kwak! Screams and screams poured out from every corner. The scene of chaos was vividly captured in my eyes.

"The Sadolyeon and the Murim Alliance…."

"The war has begun."

Suhanseong and Muoh shook their heads.

I never expected it. I was just looking for the missing women, but I ended up in a fierce battleground between the Murim Alliance and the Sadoryeon.

"What are you worrying about? Aren't there just so many sinners here? Hehe. Then we have to fight. We have to kill them all. That's right."

Sreung! Seo Ho-pil gritted his teeth and drew his sword. A bitter chill was palpable in his eyes.

"Huh, that's right. I don't think now is the time to ask why."

Dangpyeongsan Mountain also began to emit poison.

The smell of blood and murder was overwhelming here. If you stood there dumbly, your head would be cut off.

I stood in the center of a bloody battle.

The Pungryongdae, without exception, drew their weapons and raised their fighting spirit.

and…….

A gentle breeze began to blow.

Soon, a woman with the grace of a goddess came down to the ground.

A woman so alluring and elegant that she could make anyone's heart stop beating.

It's her.

The leader of Pungryongdae.

The sword Namgung Yena.

"……."

I only took a quick look, but I could immediately guess what the situation was.

"Phew, Wind Dragon Lord! You're welcome. Hurry up and stop them!"

The servants followed him without stopping, shouting pitifully and terrified.

But it wasn't the tone he usually used to ignore her. He was filled with joy, as if he'd found a lifeline in a dead end.

"When did you ignore Daeju? Why did you do that?"

When Dan Ye-hwa muttered in disbelief, Dang Pyeong-san snickered and whispered back.

"Remember, Aesong. In peacetime, those old men might be superior… but on the battlefield, skill is the ranking."

"Who are you calling a child? Open your eyes and speak."

"Ugh."

Dan Ye-hwa shook off Dangpyeongsan in annoyance and looked at Namgung Ye-na.

But his words strangely lingered in my ears.

If skill is a class… … .

Are you saying that Namgung Yena's skills are superior to those old Murim Alliance leaders?

I was curious.

What on earth is her true nature? What will she do on the battlefield where her comrades are dying?

Should I swing my sword in excitement or run away in desperation?

But they were all wrong. She was calm and seemed more rational than ever.

I looked around carefully, nodded briefly, and took a step forward.

The Sabos stood tall around her like baby birds looking for their mother.

He said he was just a lender.

Just how strong is it?

"Huh, curious?"

Dangpyeongsan suddenly intervened.

Yeah, I'm curious.

"At least in this place… the Great Lord is the leader of the martial arts world."

What? Dan Ye-hwa's eyes widened and she looked at Namgung Ye-na's back.

Big. Big. Suddenly, her back looks as wide and big as Mount Tai.

"I will issue a revised plan."

Namgung Yena's voice scattered. And then, hehe! The ghosts rushed in.

Dan Ye-hwa opened her eyes wide like a child caught peeping.

"Kill the Apostles."

Finally, Namgung Yena's order was given.

"Hehe, I wonder if there is a possibility."

"Let's get started."

Kkiaaaah! The moment when the white ghosts finally rush towards the group.

Sreung. An old sword was pulled out from Namgung Yena's waist.

and.

WHEEEEEE! A blade-like wind cut through the battlefield.

"Kuaaaah!"

"Ugh!"

Drops of blood fly, and the bodies of the six hundred ghosts are torn to pieces and disappear without a trace.

Dan Ye-hwa looked at this with a blank expression, as if she were in a state of ecstasy.

I knew she was extraordinary.

But this is… … .

'Even though it's strong, it's too strong.'

A smile blooms on the corners of the servants' lips.

Although she was born as a woman, if you look at her talents, she would have been able to sit in the position of a small household head long ago.

A master of a different class from those who neglect their training and fall into political gambling.

Right now, at this moment, I can't be more secure.

"Huh. Then… shall we go play?"

Dangpyeongsan shrugged his shoulders and, with a face full of pride, lit up his solo dance.

"Ugh!"

Ssssss. The white ghosts, their bodies touched by the poison, clutched their heads and staggered. As the saying goes, poison needs time to penetrate the blood vessels and spread through the body.

In front of Dangpyeongsan Mountain, such common sense was not necessary.

"From today on, you are a sinner!"

The performance of other members of the Wind Dragon Corps was also extraordinary.

Seo Ho-pil swung his sword without mercy like a madman possessed by evil, and Moo-oh blocked the Baek-gwi with a six-part fist with minimal movement.

Suhanseong and Danya were also not pushed back much.

And surprisingly, the one that stood out the most was Hyunmongso.

Crunch! His new form, which had been crouching low and moving relentlessly, suddenly circled behind Baek-gwi and shattered his spine.

It's a movement on a completely different level from the one used during the martial arts competition.

He was a martial artist specializing in slaughter, a skill that even Jang Sam-bong was amazed at, and he was a successor to the Hojojeolhosu.

"Hehehe! You're no ordinary woman."

As Namgung Yena's sword swung, the ghosts fell like autumn leaves, and those behind them stepped forward.

The photons looked the same as the other white ghosts, but the momentum felt different.

It was obvious. Namgung Yena also knew these people.

"Jang Gang-i-gwi, Cheok Sa-gwang-no, Sam-ak Yaksha……."

They were the highest ranking among the Hundred Demons, and were warriors of the highest level, and were treated as special criminals by the Murim Alliance.

"I heard there was a crazy woman who was clutching an old sword and going around cutting off heads. I heard Cha Il-gon cut off her head a while ago too. That's you."

"Hehehe, I should carve a masterpiece on that pretty face."

They blocked her way, hurling curses at her. There were six of them.

If they were only looking at the realm rather than the sapa, they would have been great monks.

Even for her, dealing with them all at once wasn't easy. One.

"You are hereby executed immediately by the authority of the Murim Alliance. To list them all… are too many sins."

She is the wind. A bloody wind that slays enemies with the meaning of a certain degree.

Wheeing! Every time Namgung Yena swung her sword, the wind it carried whipped around like crazy.

"This bitch!"

The ghosts flew away with their faces in confusion, and as soon as they got some distance, they launched a fierce attack at her.

Kwakwakwakwa! As the fierce bet flew in, she lightly lifted one foot and swung her sword in a circular motion across the floor.

Whoosh! Then, in an instant, a huge typhoon enveloped her body, and she clashed with the fierce attacks of the white ghosts.

Kwakwakwak!

"Stop this?!"

Shock burst from the mouths of the hundred ghosts, and Namgung Yena, oblivious to the situation, closed her eyes tightly and explosively unleashed her internal energy from her danjeon.

At the same time, a typhoon grew out of control, dust rising high into the sky, and swallowed the ghosts.

"Huh… Where are you?!"

Suddenly, the white ghosts, caught in the eye of the typhoon, were thrown into a panic. Their vision was completely obscured by dust, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.

Kwakwakwakwa. Moreover, the only sound you can hear is the roar of a violently swirling typhoon.

All five senses are completely blocked.

Just then, an old sword flashed across Baek-gwi's abdomen as he looked around.

Crunch!

"Ugh?!"

Thud. The white ghost split into two and died instantly. The other white ghosts had no way of knowing.

"You sly bitch! Come out and don't hide!"

Kwakwakwakwang! Even though I unleashed my inner energy in all directions in the frustration of being left alone, the typhoon only shook as if tickled and did not stop.

The moment I was about to scream, there was a squeak!

"Oh my gosh…"

Another hundred ghosts have died.

Those who try to force themselves to go outside are no different.

Kwakwakwak! The moment you touch the whirlwind, you will be torn to shreds and turned to dust.

Now I had to admit it.

That he was a master who had surpassed himself and reached the absolute rank of Hwagyeong.

"Ku …

But there was someone here who even she could not deal with.

The king of fraud in the Apostolic Realm.

Kkaaaak! His noble sword flew slowly and pierced the typhoon's barrier.

Wheeeeeeeeee! As if trying to block it, the typhoon raged even harder, but the Gui Cheon Do shot straight at her without a second thought, as if piercing through her tofu.

Oh my god!

Then an eerie sound, as if space were being torn apart, flowed, and the typhoon disappeared.

A gentle breeze blows.

"ah……."

Thud. The truth became clearer. Namgung Yena knelt down. Then, as if coughing, she vomited blood.

Kkaaaak! As if he had done his job, Gwichondo suddenly returned to the King of Conspiracy.

All I did was block the sword. Yet, countless spirits entered my body, gnawing at my dantian, leaving deep wounds.

"Hehe, you cheeky bitch. I'll make sure you taste despair alive. For a long time. A very, very long time."

The white ghosts slowly approach, emitting a deep rage. It's dangerous.

"lender-!"

Dan Yehwa, who had seen this from afar, cut down the ghosts one after another and then stepped forward to block her.

"Anecdote… Get out of the way."

"What are you getting out of the way of? We're all dying. Are you okay?"

Are you okay? Not at all. My stomach is turning, my world is spinning.

But Namgung Yena wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and got up as if nothing had happened.

The Wind Dragon Tower will never collapse. Absolutely not.

Whoosh! The moment when the enraged white ghost rushes forward without hesitation.

Namgung Yena, who seemed to have no strength to stand, shot forward and swung her old sword down like lightning.

Ssuk! Then a cool tone passed by.

"Eww, eww…"

Thud. It was the end of the Jang Gang-i-gwi. The disdain in the eyes of the Hundred Ghosts vanished, and a heavy, hardened gaze appeared.

"How dare that bitch who looks like she's about to die…! She's not an ordinary bitch! Strike her in one go!"

Beep-! As one of the ghosts whistled, the ghosts and warriors around him all joined in.

Yet, Namgung Yena's gaze remains unchanged. Straight and strong.

No matter how much I wiped it with my sleeve, I kept coughing up blood.

"This is too hard. Get out."

Dan Ye-hwa coldly pointed out the reality. No matter how you look at it, there's no chance of winning.

These words were not said with the hundred demons or warriors in front of me in mind.

She saw it too. The Gwichondo that had broken through the typhoon created by Namgung Yena.

As long as there are Yeonjus who are lying on the ground and giggling, death is a foregone conclusion.

but.

"That can't be."

"How can that be? Did you come here to die? You have to do anything to survive."

"Because I'm alive now. So there are things I have to do."

On his behalf. Doing what he wanted.

Namgung Ye-na smiled brightly. Dan Ye-hwa couldn't understand at all.

What on earth is it for?

The Jeongpa Naburangs had some really strange beliefs.

Of course, there were many more hypocrites than I had heard.

but…….

'The Lord is real. He wants to die. Here.'

Namgung Yena, and the Great Master Bohwa, who spreads out the book while breathing heavily to protect the warriors.

Hyeonyangdo, which blocks Mutae.

Umuja and Baekryodo, who run wild in all directions and annihilate enemies.

Everything was real.

'What should I do? What should I do?'

Numerous thoughts flashed through Dan Yehwa's mind.

The Murim Alliance is the enemy. They are enemies that must be destroyed with swords at any time.

It doesn't matter if you disappear from here.

but…….

'I don't want to let the likes of Sadolyeon die here.'

Dan Yehwa raised her head and looked ahead.

Ssuk! Namgung Yena's sword rushed towards the Hundred Ghosts, mercilessly cutting through their necks.

She will never stop until the moment my life ends.

'Daeju… I'll keep my promise. I'll bring him. Until then… Hold on. For sure.'

Dan Ye-hwa closed her eyes tightly, then opened them again, cut down the three Baek-gwi in one breath, and ran back the way she came.

You must bring it.

Only then… … .