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Cheongyeon (8)
-This should be called Jeonggadonggong.
It was cloudy that night.
An old man of high status shed tears in secret.
In his arms was the book of Jeong Ga-dong that he had protected from his son, Ma-jin.
The old man kept the secret recipe his grandson had left behind as a treasure.
Although Jeongyeonshin said it was a good martial art for protecting the body, Ma Yeonjeok’s long-time experience as a martial artist showed that he was wrong.
It strengthens the muscles and blood flow while also sharpening the veins and meridians throughout the body.
It transforms the body into a heavenly body. It is a martial art that strengthens the muscles and bones.
It is a mysterious method of training, a divine technique.
Mayeonjeok was a peerless warrior.
Even the state of completely controlling the internal energy of the entire body was only the basics.
Even though the union of the spirits was broken, it was the same.
It was only the body that was deteriorating.
His body, rusty from old age, simply could not withstand the brutal martial arts.
His sharp mind and sublime internal energy were not like that.
It was like my younger days when I was living as a swordsman. It was sharp and deep.
“Your father said.”
At the Iphwangseong branch office, Ma Yeon-jeok suddenly sensed the presence of the Blood Flame Cult leader and called Ma Jin to speak.
“I don’t regret sending my daughter away like that.
“If I wanted to protect Ivory’s happiness and the family’s honor, looking back now, I see no other decision I could have made.”
“… … .”
“It would have been nice if I could have killed him early. Before that bastard Jeong Ban-ak met my daughter.”
“It is a regret of a thousand years.”
“Yeonshin is a blessing. We have to protect that child. It’s just annoying that there’s a vicious bloodthirsty demon hanging around. It seems like he’s after Yeonshin.”
“Are you really the Blood Flame Cult Leader? Then the Elder Leader is also… … .”
“It seems that my destiny has been given to me. I must do what I was unable to do while leading the Shingeomdan this time.”
“Can you handle it?”
“Can you handle it…? There is something you must keep in mind. Among the world’s best masters, there are few who are stagnant. As long as the laws of heaven do not block their bodies like this father, even the Thirteen Heavenly Lords and the Nine Sect Leaders should be considered to be growing. They are all crazy about martial arts. No one is content. Also… … .”
“… … ?”
“Me too.”
It is the color of a yellowish purple.
Mayeonjeok immediately understood Jeonggadonggong’s secret.
He is a peerless master whose internal energy proficiency has reached the realm of the new sword master.
It pierced through the essence of the knot and continued to move without stopping. It was as fast as a ray of light.
My body gradually came back to life. It was truly a mysterious function.
Gu-gyeol, who had been with her grandson since his childhood, stroked his limbs and veins with truly motherly hands.
My energy flowed warmly.
The spirit of the spirit is the body, and the mind is the heart that resides in the brain. That is why it is called spirit.
For Ki Muin, it is an internal energy that has unleashed the power of nature, so Mayeonjeok, who has practiced the Jeonggadonggong as an attribute, has once again achieved the unity of the spirits and energy.
It was while tracking down the Blood Flame Cult leader.
At that moment, a kind of enlightenment bloomed like a lotus flower along with a sense of joy throughout my body.
Nirvana, liberation, liberation… Words borrowed from Buddhist scriptures to exaggerate the insights of a martial artist flashed through Mayeonjeok’s mind.
at the same time.
Aside from the Jeonggadonggong, the book that I had treasured came out of my mind.
The pages of the book seemed to flutter and fall over on their own. The words written in the book penetrated me with complete understanding.
At the moment when my whole body was lifted by the reunion of the spirits, a certain kind of study ran towards the extreme.
It happened in an instant.
It was fate. It was fate.
I didn’t know that it might have been because I had softened my heart while looking after my grandchild who had come into my hometown.
All Mayan needed was time to come to terms with his enlightenment.
It would have been okay if the Blood Flame Cult Leader had foreseen the clash between the Tang Clan and the Thirteen Heavenly Clan and had placed his subordinates in hiding in advance.
The previous Shin Geum Danju risked everything.
‘The new sword of Iphwangseong will set with the sword.’
The old man decided to burn the misfortune of his grandchildren and the common people with his own hands.
It’s okay even if your body burns.
It was something that had to be done.
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Danggata Outer Garden.
Mayeonjeok said that he would show the new sword to his grandson.
“… … .”
It was a story that called for silence from those around him.
The fame of the existence of the Iphwangseong Shingumdanju reaches all the way to the outskirts of the Central Plains.
These were not words that would come out of the mouth of an old master who had not practiced the same way as the old school and whose energy had been weakened by shedding blood in his youth.
“Interesting.”
A smooth voice rang out from above. It was the Blood Flame Cult Leader, standing gracefully on the edge of the roof.
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His bright red lips form a curved line.
“Yeonjeok-ah, Yeonjeok-ah. I know when you were a young girl in black. I can still see the audacity of those days. You and the old school young girls blocked the procession of the cult leader, saying you wanted to capture this body and Simmu-ryeonju. Didn’t you even make a grand promise called the Hwasan-ji-yak (華山之約)?”
The story is long-winded.
Mayeonjeok knew the reason. He could guess it just by looking at the bastard’s appearance and the waves.
Ss …
The Blood Flame Cult Leader’s white hair moved like a mist.
The space around my body was billowing like a sun-drenched atmosphere.
The veins pulsing on the back of his outstretched white hand were also bizarre.
The way he smiled with a slight frown was eerie, but to Ma Yeon-jeok, it seemed like bragging.
I can’t control my energy. I’m trying to buy some time.
This was because there was a limit to the aerodynamic force that the human body could handle.
‘Blood Flame Cult Leader. Even if it’s not a human clan.’
Heaven does not grant unlimited power to one individual.
The time it took to digest the power was the same. The true energy of the unmanned beings is not easily synthesized.
The energy collected from nature had to be refined for a long time through the mind method.
The bloodline will be no different, as is providence.
‘He can’t fully handle the true energy of the Ten Specialists.’
Mayeonjeok saw his chance there.
In order to fully absorb the profound power of the Ten Elemental Masters, it is right to refine your true energy through closed-door training for over ten years.
The power that the Blood Flame Cult Leader had in his body was extremely unstable.
Since it is not the true energy, detailed air power operation is impossible.
It means that the sophistication of the herbivore has disappeared.
There was also great resistance from the experts.
Mayeonjeok watched the battle between the Ten Commandments and the Blood Flame Cult with the methods he had.
Captured in a purple world while rushing in from afar.
The Blood Flame Cult Leader, who had been hiding himself by making the night, was clearly scared.
The bastard took advantage of the gap in the attention of the Ten Specialists to focus on Jeong Yeon-shin and Dang Ga-ju, and used the Silver Sleep Technique of the peerless blood attack to attack from behind and cast the absorption spell.
This is a situation where the great master of bloodshed has personally struck down a demon. It should have ended there.
No, the fight took place in the realm of the moment.
A close-range fight that can hardly be called close combat.
The Ten-Way Master cast his inner armor spell from where he was standing, and he made the materialized energy stand out like thorns and stabbed the front of the Blood Flame Master’s body.
It was a sophisticated use of aerodynamics that even the Ma Yeon-jeok was surprised by.
Even in a situation where he was already suppressed to a point of despair, the Ten Commandments dealt a severe blow to the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s body.
If the Blood Flame Cult Leader did not have the power of regeneration, the spectacle of Donggwi Eojin would have been created.
The thrilling wave evaporated even the blood traces in an instant, but the shock inside him was clearly there.
And yet, he still holds on like that.
I want two things.
The deep power of the Ten Commandments. The opportunity to cut down the giant trees and sprouts of paganism.
Just looking at the energy that surged like a tidal wave, it really seemed like anything was possible.
Mayeonjeok looked at his opponent with the eyes of a gambler facing a life-or-death situation.
The blood-stained lips of the man moved slowly.
“Your volcanic ointment was a troublesome promise. I wish I had killed them that day, even if it meant shedding a few more drops of blood. I lost seven children… … Three of them became long-legged people, and my lover wore purple clothes. If the promise is passed on to future generations, wouldn’t a new wind blow?”
“… … .”
“I know that your martial arts skills have returned surprisingly well. But can you compare to Yongga? Thinking about him is madness. Maybe it’s because you have a grandson behind you? It’s good to see the spirit of the grandfather.”
The current owner of the Shingeomdan was Yong.
These are the people at the top of the martial arts world.
Each of them must have known each other, and they must be actively collecting information about each other’s appearance and personal life.
It was a light provocation from the Blood Flame Cult leader who anticipated a fierce battle.
Mayenjeok did not answer.
Damn it.
He took a step forward silently, holding the famous sword Boweol in his hand.
I’ve seen him through enough, so there’s no reason to give him any more time.
The old man hoped.
May this life and death decision be fully captured in the grandson’s timeless sense.
So that it may become a starting point for guiding future grandchildren into the realm of super-ascension.
thud!
The ground split open in an instant. Earthquake-like vibrations spread along the clouds of Mayan’s feet.
When the people who had staggered straightened their posture, the old man had already risen into the air and was floating in front of the Blood Flame Cult Leader.
It’s the end of the roof. The two masters lock eyes.
It was as if a transcendent air had enveloped my whole body. It was the same for both of us.
Beneath the purple sleeves of the magician’s robe, the pure white Boweol sword shone like a dragon’s teeth.
An invisible force surrounded the long sword blade.
It was only recognizable as a wave that struck the atmosphere violently. It was a sound that seemed to tear at space.
The old man in purple robe swung his sword diagonally, stepping on the air.
The Blood Flame Cult Leader smiles bright red and claps his hands together.
It was a technique to calm the waves of energy that were violently extended from Mayanjeok’s Bowuolgeom. It was very musical.
Oh my god!
The Blood Flame Cult’s daily routine contained the thoughts of an old monster that had lived for hundreds of years.
It seemed as if he had poured all his energy into his long swordsmanship with monstrous force.
I placed my palm against the blade of the famous sword, Boweol, and only a mist of blood flew out.
Mayeonjeok’s expression was indifferent. Wave-like ripples rose from the hand holding the sword.
In a split second, the magic of the scenery was revealed.
It was a technique to release the force applied to the wrist into the air.
Kwaaaaak!
The roof that the Blood Flame Cult Leader was standing on collapsed.
It was a storm that sounded like dozens of rockets had exploded.
The shockwave collapsed the six-story building and fell to the ground.
A wave of power spread out and clawed in all directions.
Deep furrows ran everywhere, kicking up yellow dust.
At the center of a catastrophic explosion.
The wrinkles around Mayenjeok’s eyes have subsided.
The sucking monster was showing off his elegant reflexes.
The Blood Flame Cult Leader was dazzling Ma Yeon-jeok’s eyes as he stepped here and there on the fragments of the pavilion that had fallen into the sky while carrying a backpack on his back.
Her silky white hair fluttered softly. Her refined movements even gave off a hint of elegance.
There is absolutely no loss in sharing one number.
It was different from Mayeonjeok, who was struggling with the veins in his right arm even though his strength was at its peak.
‘It hurts.’
The old man thought. His wrists were numb, like any other old person’s chronic pain.
It felt like little bombs were exploding inside my body. The whirlwind of waves was truly terrifying.
Blood Flame Cult Leader.
It even had the power of regeneration. It was truly reaching perfection.
So much so that it seems like he is trying to go against the Lord of the Underworld.
Mayeonjeok stepped into the air once again.
The blood flame cult leader’s dizzying movements were followed by pitch-black eyes.
When the eyes that moved up, down, left, and right precisely captured the white-haired handsome man, the old man’s single step distorted the space.
It felt like a mysterious void.
In an instant, the Blood Flame Cult leader’s nerve pathways were blocked. I arrived in front of him.
The purple robe flutters proudly.
The Bowue Sword once again took on an incredible force, and the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s white fingers moved in a strange manner.
The white trail that Mayanjeok had sent fell briefly but intensely.
The waves scattered by the sword seemed to shatter the atmosphere.
The power of the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s hand, which had been blocking the sword attack, exploded with terrifying force.
Kwaaaaaaaang―!
A loud noise fills the air. The sword and the swordsman are in completely different realms.
It contained the ultimate in magic and detonation.
It was a world-class realm where a single penny of air power could create a force of a thousand pounds.
From that moment on, the Absolutes parted hands in the air.
The vaguely overlapping trajectories obscured the dusk, and even the winds caused by the evasive nerves grew into powerful typhoons.
The aftermath of the fight began to devastate Dangata.
Kookookookook!
The ground he had not set foot on collapsed. It was an earthquake that affected the entire Danggata Outer Garden.
Here and there, old trees fell down with their leaves, and the debris from the rushing force carved deep trajectories into the ground.
Phew!
Kyaak!
Nearby, about fifteen masters of the Shipmun, Tangmun, and Blood Flame Sects fell, slashed by the blades of the swordsmen.
Every time Mayanjeok uttered a sound, the ground shook.
A tidal wave, not a wave, crushed all the masters.
The old man didn’t care.
He originally learned martial arts of a tyrannical nature, so he does not get along well with the current Blood Flame Cult Leader.
The secret of the swordsmanship of the Mayan cult originally lies in the art of handling great power, but the Blood Flame Sect Master has managed to wield the power of the Ten Specialists, albeit clumsily.
Every time I exchanged moves with him, I had to use Hwagyeong’s technique to channel my strength.
I had to use my hands twice in one move. Even so, I was able to stand on equal footing with him.
He took advantage of the gap in the herbivore’s precision and cut down the entire body of the Blood Flame Cult Leader.
Each time, the power of regeneration would seal the bastard’s skin.
The magician wasn’t safe either.
It was not easy to handle the relentless waves of the Blood Poison Jin-gi.
Bloodstains were visible here and there on the sturdy body.
‘This guy. What are you aiming at?’
The old man was troubled.
In the middle of a fight, do you have time to collect the skills of a ten-man specialist?
If not, should I just throw my sword and decide the match quickly?
The answer was not far away. It was about fifty haps.
Suddenly, the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s feet pointed downward.
“Get in line!”
“Get back! I’ve laid a poisonous spell on you!”
“Don’t approach the Grand Master! Don’t fight back against the sword!”
A melee was unfolding on the ground. The ten masters who had lost their leader were fierce in their fighting spirit.
It seemed like they thought it was a plot by the Blood Flame Cult and the Tang Clan.
The Blood Flame Sect masters who were lurking everywhere also spread their blood attack waves without regard to the enemy.
The Tang family, which had been defeated by the Tang family in Dangga-ta, also did not back down.
Mancheonhwawoo flew with all the dark creatures and shed blood.
It’s all completely tangled up.
Among them was Jeong Yeon-shin, who was single-handedly killing a dozen Blood Sect members.
The black fluttering hem of the robe seemed to speak of invincibility.
No one received more than two sums. They were merely held back for a moment.
I was creating space on my own.
“There it is.”
At the end of the footsteps of the Blood Flame Cult Leader walking through the air, there was a young Taesa.
You could tell just by looking at Boshin Gyeong’s footsteps. He was trying to shake up his powerful enemy, Mayeonjeok, somehow.
‘Blood Flame Cult Leader.’
Jeong Yeon-shin had already seen the battle between her maternal grandfather and the leader of the Blood Flame Cult.
It is not because he has reached the point where he can destroy numerous Blood Sect swords without even giving them a glance.
It was because I was concerned about my maternal grandfather, who seemed to be speaking at the end.
Among the Blood Sect’s swordsmen, there were some who were particularly strong.
It was comparable to the color of a typical yellowish blue.
In a cult with such a large religious sect, these are the people who directly follow the orders of the cult leader.
If it was weak, it would have been nonsense.
It was fortunate that the apostles, spread out across each branch of the vast Central Plains, were unable to overcome the limitations of distance.
“The left rear is empty!”
“Get out!”
The joint attack was complicated. He carried out a swordsmanship examination mixed with the mysteries of formation.
Five or six swords lined up in front, applying pressure in unison.
It was a movement that clearly acknowledged that they were inferior.
‘Taeyeonryong.’
The boy tilted his head back for a moment.
I could feel the hot energy of Taeyeonryong’s energy.
The Tang Dynasty’s leading figures are making every effort to come over to this side.
“Temporary lord! If you die before me, you will die by my hand! I will be free!”
The momentum of the ten-man unmanned combat team was like that of an evil spirit.
While the majority of Blood Sect Masters were blocking Jeong Yeon-shin, the other thirteen thousand masters were clashing with the Tang Clan.
Some of them stuck their swords into the backs of the Blood Swordsmen who were facing Jeongyeonshin.
It was a melee. The boy turned his gaze forward again.
He seemed to be on great alert after losing three men in the first clash.
Especially the strong ones tied up Jeongyeonshin, while the rest used their reverence to run around in all directions and throw wall-type bullets.
There were more than one or two.
Kwakwakwakwang!
It was a hand gesture that did not distinguish between the piano and the piano. Jeong Yeon-shin gritted her teeth. Her back felt tingly.
In an instant, he released the wave of the Mancheonhwawoo, but the casting time was not enough.
The shock built up and the internal injuries accumulated.
Still, the boy had a black eye.
He knelt down on one knee at a time before the blasts of the lightning and wall bombs, and the expressions of fear on the enemies’ faces were engraved.
With a straight sword strike from the Gwanghwageomryu, he struck their necks, and with the Shihwamugeuksu in his left hand, he blasted the bodies and air of the enemies on the other side.
The pure white sword and hand shadows exploded overwhelmingly.
It was a martial art that allowed one to face off against the elite group of the Great Wave alone.
Swish!
The boy braced himself for another thrust, raising his sword to strike the neck of one of the swordsmen.
I absentmindedly ignored the heavy feeling in my hand that was holding the sword.
‘Coming.’
The new form of the Blood Flame Cult Leader with a smooth smile is slashed down diagonally.
The speed was amazing.
Could it be that the old Kunlun School’s Yunlong Daepalsik, which freely roamed the air, was like that? The guy’s laughter was eerie.
That was when.
The red hem of the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s clothes fluttered violently. It wasn’t the strong wind he had caused.
An old man in purple robes pokes his head out from behind the man’s shoulder with a scary look on his face.
It was a path of empty space following a walk in the air.
It seemed as if the new form had been moved by completely exploding the true energy.
Kwak!
Mayenjeok’s wrinkled hands grabbed his white hair.
The Blood Flame Cult Leader, who had noticed the approach, pierced the old man’s abdomen with his hand.
The sound of a sword being torn and flesh being cut rang out.
It was accompanied by the long smile of the Blood Flame Cult Leader.
“You caught a young old man. Many martial artists were afraid of you, but this cult leader was not like that. The Ma clan of Iphwangseong is weak.”
The two new forms of the peerless masters fell down in that position. They hit the ground simultaneously with a crashing sound.
“Bloodborne, it stings quite a bit.”
The corners of Mayenjeok’s mouth twisted upward.
The old man did not let go of the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s head.
With a height larger than that of a noble bloodthirsty demon, he grabbed the bastard’s head and sparked a spark like a three-stage evolution.
It was a blue color that looked cool.
“What… … ?”
In an instant, the strength drained from the Blood Flame Cultist’s entire body. He almost fell over.
The beautiful eyes like rubies suddenly shook. The leader felt it completely. The destruction of the spine and the saltiness of the flesh.
I didn’t feel any heat.
But it was very blue.
It was as if some martial arts had reached polarity.
It’s a bit spicy.
He put down all his worries through the teachings of Jeonggadonggong and returned after achieving great success in his grandson’s studies.
The divine magical power of the Pasahyunjeong sent sparks flying, teasing the vision of the Blood Flame Cult Leader.
The white-haired, peerless handsome man distorted his expression for the first time.
Hurrruk!
In an instant, a blue flame arose.
It was so big that it could hold two absolute beings and still burn endlessly.
Suddenly, all movement on the battlefield stopped. It was a sight that forcibly drew one’s gaze.
It was far beyond the realm of humans. It wasn’t even magic.
It was a miracle.
“The leader of the social group.”
“Right now, this is… … !”
“Aren’t you curious about the next world? About reincarnation. You must have learned the Buddhist law, too. Didn’t you preach the heresy in a plausible way using the Buddha’s teachings?”
“No! No! Don’t do it!”
“I ascend to heaven as the divine sword of the Emperor of Heaven.”
The old man’s voice rang out calmly. He continued speaking slowly.
“I will cast off this cumbersome shell and carve an immortal name in the world together with you.”
It seemed as if he had captured the realm of his prime and brought it back. His voice was overflowing with immense power.
The voice of the Blood Flame Cultist was the same. It was just a little shocking.
“The power of magic… … of the Grand Master… …!”
“Taesa? Wrong.”
Hwaaaa …
The blue flames that had engulfed the two peerless masters became even darker. It was in the shape of a great castle.
The young great master’s martial arts skills are realized through his grandfather’s hands.
In front of the masters of the Daebangpa who live in the upper echelons of the martial arts world.
“This is the divine power of the island of Iphwangseong.”
An old voice rang out in the blue salt water like a comet.
There was a burning passion in his tired voice.
Demon-destroying water.
It pierces through the darkness of the ground in all directions and illuminates the colors of the sky.
The light of the clear sky that descended upon the earth was deep and dark.
Mysterious waves swept across the ground like a gentle breeze.
“Stop it! Stop it!”
The blue flame burned holy.
In an instant, it grew to the size of a house. It seemed as if it would pierce the sky.
The once captivating beauty transformed into a creepy scream.