Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 333

Grandson (6)

A sword wrapped in light. A sword that has been typified by divine power.

The Heart Sword granted by the Lord of the Heavenly Realm is fundamentally a method of controlling the opponent’s energy.

Jeong Yeon-shin adopted the swordsmanship that resonated with the energy of the Murong family as his own.

The life-saving herb of Murong Zhongluo, which boosted swordsmanship, was made of fragments of true energy. It was easy to steal it with the Neungbeop Gwangryungi.

Hwaaaa …

The blue flames surrounding the Bukmyeonggeom were twisted into the shape of a sword. It was a light wave like salt. The sound of burning the air was tremendous.

[How dare you… …!]

The thought of Murong Zhongle faded away like an echo.

As he stabbed Jeongyeonshin in the abdomen with his sword, flames made of light waves rose up like wildfire throughout his body.

The aftereffects of the layered power of the blast are sweeping the surroundings like a storm.

It was no longer a single stroke of a stroke. It was like swallowing up the sun that looked down on the world.

The distance of close combat.

At that moment, Jeongyeonshin’s sword was short.

The roaring sound did not stop. Blurry hand movements led to devastating sword strikes, slicing through Mo Yong-jung.

Jeez, Jeez, Jeez—Blue sparks flew violently. The impact of each sword was tremendous.

Meanwhile, Ma Gwang-ik-ju kept gripping his sword tightly.

The convulsions caused by the penetrating wound would repeat themselves, then subside under the control of the orthopedic surgeon. He didn’t even groan.

The quality of a fighter who never misses a chance to strike. The boundless spirit made Seonghwi Daegeomgun furrow his brow.

‘This won’t do.’

He was also one of the most talented people in the land of Liaodong. He grew up to be a swordsman who would save Sega from the incomprehensible threats of the northern tribes.

It is not that I covet the Heavenly Horse’s pulse for personal glory.

To withstand the blows of the Northern Warrior, you would need to have the armor of the True Spirit that the Heavenly Horse wore long ago.

The sacrifice of the dirty salmon was inevitable.

The moment Mo Yong-jung saw Ma Guang-ik-ju’s sword strike, his self-defense technique changed.

This was because the divine light wave spread like fire as soon as it touched his collar. At the same time, Murong Jiaju’s extraordinary internal energy was unleashed.

The outer part of the halo has been transformed into a solid barrier of the energy of the Heavenly God.

Boom!

However, the power of the magic wand penetrated deep into his body.

The Heavenly Horse Armor with the Heavenly Spirit added maximizes the impact like firewood. Mo Yong-jung’s vision shook repeatedly.

He met Ma Gwang-ik’s gaze in the secluded realm.

I was constantly re-weaving the aerodynamic framework that made up the self-defense weapon, when I suddenly felt a strange sensation.

‘this guy……?’

The child’s gaze is strange.

While he was constantly swinging his sword to break the defense mechanism, he was staring blankly at Murong Zhongluo’s entire body with his blue-tinged eyes.

The retina was filled with blue light. I couldn’t see what was reflected.

The sense of a peerless master is sharper than a needle. Murong Zhongle felt a very strange feeling.

As a child, Mo Yong-se seemed to have transformed into the body of a frog that used to play by the well in Naewon.

When the child, who was thrilled by the appearance of those front and hind legs, suddenly crouched down and cast a large shadow, the little creature that couldn’t move and just blinked its eyes… … In the end, the little creature died with its limbs crushed by the clumsy and innocent swordsmanship.

His mind shrank coldly. He fell into an abyss that was difficult to describe.

Jeez, jeez!

Before Mo Yong-jung could even move his muscles, Cheong-yeon’s sword struck that area.

The Naegwan point on the right wrist, the Gyeonwoo point on the shoulder, the Hyeolhae point on both sides of the knees where the angle of the legs almost rose, and the Yanggu point.

As soon as all parts were lifted up, they were trapped and sealed by dozens of lightning bolts.

It was accompanied by a shock wave that shook the atmosphere violently. Even the flow of that resilience flowed into the eyes of the Magwangikju without fail.

It forces you to maintain a state of extreme backlash.

Mo Yonggaju was in worse condition than right after he had pierced the Ma Guang Yi Ju with Chu Xin Hui Geuk’s first meal. His internal injuries were piling up.

This is impossible without having a lightning-like sense, insight, and extensive study of the human body.

A person who is strangely well versed in the human body.

The blue light in Magwangikju’s eyes was scanning the opponent’s entire body.

Mo Yong-se felt goosebumps rising on the skin of the peerless swordsman. He had no strength left in his hands.

Although he is very young, his abs and internal organs are well-defined.

He was holding the sword of Murong Zhongle tightly and was as motionless as a thousand-year-old stone. His entire body was made of martial arts.

Mo Yong-jung shouted with determination.

[Do you know what you are doing…!]

The one who single-handedly kills the lord of a long-standing sect will become the target of the Central Plains martial arts world.

The eight-legged slaughter.

This is an act of crossing the line drawn by Kang-ho and even breaking it.

They still consider the inviolability of official duties as a secret principle. This is the reason why there are no martial artists who consider the new sword masters as their close friends.

Without support, you’ll be alone wherever you go.

It will also attract the attention of the peerless masters of martial arts. Among the martial arts masters with incredible strength, there are many who do not stay in one place.

Those who consider even the movement of tree branches swaying in the wind as a touchstone for their diet would surely not listen to the rumors of a new life they have never experienced.

He would also have to face the challenges of the powerful who seek fame. How much will the secret weapon be?

[Can you handle the rivers and lakes?]

Mo Yong-jung felt no shame.

His long-cherished wish is far from saving face in the martial arts world.

The only thing that the Murong Xianbei clan had to do was to save the light of the Yan nation and free the clan from the dark clouds cast by the northern rebels.

However, Jeongyeonshin did not hear a word.

‘It’s the secret of Hwagyeong. The energy of the Naesulan point (內膝眼穴) on the side of the kneecap freely bends, making it easy to use the Bogyeong nerve… … .’

While striking down the opponent’s entire body, the true energy composition of the Cheonma Shingap was completely revealed.

Seonghwi Daegeomgun said that it was a season he had been working on his whole life. It caught my eye even though I didn’t intend to.

I could also feel the extremely fine mesh pattern running along the grip of the sword.

At first glance, the flowing halo of light seemed to be woven into a very dense mesh.

It was a strong weapon cut like an orphan’s clothing. It felt like it was showing off. It was enough to guess the nature of the Heavenly Horse.

The image contained in the knot seemed to tickle my whole body. It was different from that of Master Dharma.

It is the idea of engraving one’s presence in all things and becoming immortal. It is mysterious, beyond being noble.

In the midst of the gap of a moment flowing like eternity.

Suddenly, something behind the seasons spoke to Jeongyeonshin’s upper chamber.

[cheeky.]

It was something that defied understanding. Could it be the spirituality that had permeated the formless divine kung fu? It had been passed down through the ages like flowing water… … .

Jeongyeonshin thought absentmindedly. I could do it well too.

‘A self-defense weapon worthy of the light wheel… … .’

Kwakwakwakwak!

Fragments of dark blue energy were flying before my eyes. The Murong family’s self-defense energy was being shattered into pieces.

A whitish current of air, like a cluster of stars spread across the night sky, sweeps through Jeongyeonshin’s hair.

Suddenly I thought I heard laughter.

And before she knew it, Jeongyeonshin realized that she was standing on a mountainside that had become a wasteland.

The Murong family was lying on the ground. It was after suffering the full salt damage caused by the sword. The body was not intact.

He opened his mouth.

“The northern, the… invaders of Liaodong… … .”

The voice came out as a faint, breathy sound.

Jeong Yeon-shin glanced down at him and slowly began to pull out the sword stuck in her stomach.

The positions of the internal organs are adjusted and the energy is preserved with the Jeonggadonggong. The completely severed part is tightly tightened with the Donggongjingi.

Empty-

The bloody sword fell to the ground.

Mo Yong-jung’s mutterings stopped.

He turned his head slightly. His eyes, which had been staring at the distant sky, turned to Jeong Yeon-shin. Their gazes met as he stood there blankly, looking down.

“okay…….”

Seonghwi Daegeomgun slightly raised one corner of his mouth.

“Who was I, too?”

The last breath was dispersed in a clear voice.

* * *

The Murong family’s piercing sword flew through the tree branches once again.

To deliver the shocking news to his family.

‘How could this happen!’

It was something I could never have imagined. I didn’t know that Ma Gwang-ik would kill Ga-ju.

How significant is the presence of a peerless master in the martial arts world? As a messenger, Cheon Chung-geom had to deliver the news faster than anyone else.

Now the main family can no longer survive in the place they have settled.

As soon as the death of Seonghwi Daegeomgun is known, martial artists who have a grudge against Murong Sega will flock to him.

The same goes for the formidable enemies in the North. Having lost both their heir and their patriarch, the Sega family had to worry about survival, not their successor.

‘Magwangikju! Magwangikju… …!’

The branches are dense.

He thought about revenge. What should he do?

I heard a rumor that the Gaeboongi hates the Magwangikju. The swordsmen of the Paegeomjong clan and the palace spirits of the Amyaejeon clan would not look kindly on the Iphwangseong Seomyeo.

If you search a little more, you will be able to find countless enemies.

‘The path of the Demon King’s Wing… ‘

Phew!

Suddenly, his vision darkened. A hand suddenly grabbed the back of his head and, with a graceful stroke, lowered his head, stopping his lightness.

He just started falling through the air.

I couldn’t respond properly.

That’s why I felt the cool texture of a knife on the back of my neck. An unfamiliar energy was also penetrating the acupoints on the back of my neck.

Ugh.

Immediately after I fell to the ground with my whole body paralyzed.

In the suddenly turned vision, a mouth with a curved line appeared. It was the appearance of an assassin wearing black lipstick.

It was the murder of Geumjonghwi.

“I’ll question you later. I have something urgent to attend to.”

Cheon Chung-geom was dragged back to where he came from, his neck held in his hands.

I first noticed Magwangikju. He was lying next to the corpse of Gaju, and his eyes were closed, which was unusual.

Was the detail bad? It was clear that he had lost consciousness.

‘Of course.’

It was when Cheon Chung-geom twisted his lips.

“I heard from my subordinates that a thousand troops of the Mu-gong army are heading north. The pretext is to reinforce the north, but… … .”

Geumjonghui’s words stopped.

The man in the pink robe nodded his head slightly. Mayeonjeok was sitting at her grandson’s bedside with a serious expression on his face.

“That will do. Give it to me.”

It wasn’t a word directed at Geumjonghwi. Likewise, the three masters, Ma Gwangik, who had unpleasant faces, responded.

“Should I say that it’s fortunate?”

Taeyeonryong muttered and took out a bottle from his bosom. His hand movements were like rays of light.

The treasure of the Heavenly Book was in his hands. It was the water of the lake where the Heavenly Tree had taken root. It was said to have an immediate effect on internal injuries.

Jeong Yeon-shin threw it into Tae-yeom-ryong’s bag, despite his refusal to accept it. Along with the words, “Drink it instead of alcohol, and stop acting drunk.”

“Sir, here it is.”

A summoning squad came from Heonwonchang. It was a reward for a mission received long ago.

Since the Great Swordsman of Ip-Hwang was inevitably lacking in martial arts skills due to his training in teaching, he was forced to take care of his body.

He kept it safe because he knew that rejection would not work on the main character.

You can use it now.

“No, this is the Volcano Sect’s Jasodan, right? When on earth did you put it in… …?”

It came out of Shin So-bin’s arms, who was awkwardly groping my body. It was a wooden box with a plum blossom engraving on it.

Mayeonjeok poured all the medicine into his grandson’s mouth.

It shouldn’t have been done this way.

There was a proper way to take the elixir of vision.

However, Jeong Ga-dong had nothing to do with it.

Swish.

A hand that had become smooth with the passage of time touched Jeongyeonshin’s heart.

“Get up.”

On the back of my grandfather’s hand.

Mother’s hands overlapped.

There was an immediate response. A thud- sound came from Jeong Yeon-shin’s body.

It was a strange omen.