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The lord of the Jongeommun Gate shut his mouth and stepped back. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of his trudging backwards, echoing desolately.
There was no sign of the momentum that he had shown when he had previously promised a heavenly mandate to Jeong Yeon-shin.
Not only the hundreds of masters who had formed the Cheonrajimang, but even the crowds on the nearby mountainside fell into profound silence.
Unhoebong is the highest peak in the area.
If the flag is large enough for ceremonial purposes, it is bound to be visible to everyone.
Suddenly, there was a sight of people walking slowly, having come down to the edge of the hill.
Their identity.
The impact their gathering would have on the world’s affairs.
It was right that the messengers and the like should fly away from the sect, the top, and the flag at any moment.
Just like when the battle between Ma Gwang-ik-ju and Sip Jeon-mun-ju was decided earlier. However, no one made a move rashly. It would be correct to say that they couldn’t do it.
Whee-
A young man wearing a black robe whistled as he passed the flag of the Shingeomdan Cheonryongdae.
The jawline, which gave off the impression of a cheerful man at first glance, brushed past the words ‘Cheonryong.’
“It wasn’t even a riot… A junior I’ve never seen before is already handling the Thirteen Heavenly Lords. I feel sorry for you.”
He said.
“Even if you just look at it, it’s not at the level of martial arts you can measure. Anyway, the behavior of the scum of the world is the same in Sacheon.”
Likewise, a middle-aged man wearing a long black robe answered. He was walking with the flag of the Mugeukjeon behind him.
A continuous creaking sound came from one side of the bridge. It seemed like he was wearing a prosthetic leg that would be difficult to wear without a great amount of internal energy.
“Brother Mugeuk, your conduct has gained some weight? I heard that your unit has been promoted to the palace.”
“The number of people has just increased.”
“My brother has always been good at teaching. He’ll be a good match for Seomye and Moo-maek. These days, I hear that his true nature is either Seomye or Moo-geuk.”
This is not a pointless conversation.
Saaaaa―
The bushes that had been motionless, trapped in the huge curtain, are now swaying here and there, as if a gentle breeze is blowing from inside.
The reason is that the two people’s words scattered the invisible current of internal energy.
A technique to push back the energy waves of the Cheonrajimang, which Sima Wei had occupied while occupying the hill, and to gain complete freedom of movement. It was similar to a swordsman spreading energy waves right before drawing his sword to create an area for a quick sword strike.
[You guys, Shingeomdan? What the heck is going on… … .]
The first person to speak was the head of the Sipmun clan. On the day when the peerless master was defeated miserably as the head of the clan, he once again encountered something that no one could have expected.
In an instant, the two clones of Gongwolmu on either side of him blinked dimly. Their faces had completely lost their composure.
[If the new sword master isn’t crazy…!]
“Huh? General, how have you been? It’s been about nine years. I saw you at the Forbidden City when you were in the Blue House, and here… … .”
The Dragon Lord chuckled.
The eyes were different. They looked at the Ten Specialists’ entire body strangely.
“Huh…? The Heavenly Guardian Armor is completely destroyed! Didn’t you risk your life to steal that armor from the warrior beyond the wall? You were so happy to have an extra lifeline, but it seems like the Heavenly Guardian has been humbled today.”
[In the North, there was a guy who couldn’t even make eye contact… ]
“Even after performing that noble Gongwolmu, only three people! If Gaecheon Shingap had gotten to that point, it would have been difficult for him to move, and yet he was shouting like that in front of the youngest, who is known for his fierce and strong nature? It must be because he believed in the Cheonrajimang and Geumsimunju woven by the dregs of the martial arts world.”
As the speech progresses, the pitch and tone of voice disappear.
The frivolous honorifics naturally changed to derogatory ones, and an aura that gradually made the nearby Cheonrajimang masters hesitate and retreat flowed from the black robe.
It was with the dust that began to form circles at his feet.
The expression of the Heavenly Dragon Lord, known as the Salgwi in the northern rivers and lakes.
There was a cool anger in him. It had been like that since he started telling a humorous story.
The faces of several of the seventeen-year-old seniors who had been making eye contact with Jeong Yeon-shin until this moment were the same.
“… … .”
Aksurim quietly held the silver spear behind his back.
Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu draws his sword from between the long, jet-black hems of his clothes.
Thump-
While the Heavenly Forest Lord Xiahou Weijin clenched his huge fist and created colorless waves to gather his power, the Heavenly Wood Lord Cheon Soso spread rainbow-colored cold air like cotton.
They didn’t open their mouths.
It seemed to say that the task at hand came first. It was a characteristic temperament of Ip Hwang-seong.
[I need to do a fortune telling. Buy some time.]
The three Ten-Way Masters disappeared into the gap in the crowd. It was a worldly technique. The originally blurred energy waves no longer flowed out.
The best martial artists are those who can control their internal injuries with just a few breaths, even in the midst of fierce battles. They can practice standing up without necessarily having to sit cross-legged.
The masters who had been forming a net of heaven and earth flashed their colorless eyes.
“They can’t all be the leaders of the Shingeomdan! Iphwangseong isn’t that kind of breakwater!”
“That’s right. Isn’t it a good thing to wear different clothes?”
“But their spirits… … .”
“Hit! Clear from the outskirts!”
The sound of swords being drawn resounded loudly. There were at least a few hundred people. The wave of aerodynamic force that rose like a hazy mist covered the entire hill of Unhoebong in an instant.
It was the 13th Heaven and their subordinate sects, as well as all kinds of ronin and the qi factions of Cheonrajimang.
Kugu Palace―
The sunset that colored the sky began to distort.
It was a shape that rippled like the air exposed to the summer sun. It had the momentum to kill anyone in the world.
The great leaders of the Shingumdan each took on different ceremonial roles.
“Sipjeonmun, Sunmaryeon, Geumsimun, and Paegeomjong… They’re all gathered here. It’s better this way.”
“We can’t leave out those who have received the female spirit’s orders. In any case, the armor of the elite of the ten special forces has the ability to block my double-crossing method, so be careful.”
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“Those who learned swordsmanship at Paegeomjong, hand them over to me. I was in Dalpogan Seomseo, so I can see the swordsmanship clearly.”
“Why…? When you visit the main city, you should read the secret book called Myeoljeolsamajongram.”
“Extinction? What is that?”
thud–!
Powerful waves of true energy exploded one after another around each of the flags surrounding the Heavenly Net. Finally, they collided.
The Sima Wei Dao masters of Cheonrajimang turned their backs on Jeong Yeon-sin, who was trapped in the encirclement. That was the way it had to be for now.
The great masters of Ip Hwang Seong have been using them since the beginning. They are single-shot skills that have explosive power in one hit.
It was a martial art that forcibly pulled away even the gaze that was still directed at Jeongyeonshin because the siege was so thick.
“Geonryeong (乾靈).”
Phew!
As soon as the Great Heavenly Sword Master touched the blade of his sword with his long left hand, sixteen bluish lines of sword energy shot up in a circular pattern around him.
The pillar of light that pierced through the groin area of the enemy’s masters flashed like lightning. The sound of flesh splitting apart echoed, and only after that did the screams of the dying horses ring out.
The small dragon with sharp ears kicked the air and did somersaults. He is a being with no obstacles and no end in sight.
The air was compressed and crushed by his kick. As if he had unleashed the Shaolin Hundred Steps of Heavenly Fist with his leg, the enemies who had reached his feet were blown away with their weapons, creating a storm of blood.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It wasn’t just the two of them. In every place where the flags were planted, the ranks of the Heavenly King were crushed at once.
The repeated shock waves hit the summit, causing it to shake uneasily, spewing out mounds of dirt. The vast size of the peak was put to shame.
“That’s right! They’re all black! Even their faces are like that!”
“What the heck…!”
“Back off! Back off! We need more people to come from behind! And from the sides!”
There was no support between them.
The hands of the major shareholders who started to withdraw money were merciless.
The waves of light, breaking bones and bursting flesh, drew translucent concentric circles in the air. A dozen or so black ones were advancing, surrounding hundreds.
The state of unity between the spirit and the mind, where even casual chatter is used as an exhalation of internal energy.
Even Cheonryongdaeju and Mugeukjeonju, who were meeting Jeongyeonshin for the first time, were like that.
“If this is the case, then isn’t the rumor we heard from below true? Just looking at the appearance of the northern coward, it’s clear.”
“So you have repeatedly taken on the thirteen heavenly hosts all by yourself… … .”
“He stepped forward just before the party collapsed. He risked his life to look after the people. At this point, regardless of age or anything, he would be a good candidate for the next generation… Where!”
Kwaaaaang!
A black net that is too much to take in at a glance.
The storm never ceased. While trees and bushes were being uprooted noisily, the surroundings gradually became murky due to the overturned dirt and dust.
Jeongyeonshin stared blankly at the sight for a moment.
It was like floating in a dream. Even though the golden eagle I was facing was moving its feet here and there and wavering, I didn’t feel any fear.
Just like the day I learned the magic sword from my uncle Majin and Heonwonchang under the soft sunlight, it was enough to just focus on martial arts.
He slowly opened his lips amidst the loud noises.
“you.”
“huh?”
Geumsimunju reacted immediately. She turned her small head and looked at Jeongyeonshin, and her eyes, still glowing with golden light, stood out.
Those eyes.
The savages call it the Golden Eye. She won’t even miss the sight of an ascending dragon, so it’s hard for human martial arts to escape her eyes.
Jeong Yeon-shin continued speaking calmly.
“I have to make a decision and go.”
“You lost, right? Don’t talk back rudely and admit it. The distribution and years of service are way below yours.”
Sabak.
She turned around after answering softly. It seemed like she had felt something when she had exchanged hands with Jeong Yeon-shin earlier. The words and actions of an old man who had even seen Geon-guk were going against his age.
‘As if not human.’
Jeongyeonshin thought as she rotated the halo around her heart.
A person who moves only as his heart desires, plunders the Buddhist treasures, and makes a mockery of the order of the country that stands in his way.
He is not the type to take risks. He has unlimited freedom, just like his peerless martial arts skills. Who can stop him?
“I’m going to go to the world. Let’s not look at each other anymore.”
It was when Geumsimunju took a step forward.
Hoooooow!
A long silver light flashed.
A single spear pierced through the encirclement in a straight line.
The bodies of the Cheonrajimang masters who were caught in the trajectory of the throw were all blown away, and the silver spear was stuck at Geumsimunju’s feet with a loud bang. Soon, the spearhead began to flutter like a moth’s wings.
It was a handshake.
It seemed like she had thrown it without even looking at it from afar. She immediately pulled the flag of the Shingeomdae into the empty space and began swinging the flagpole like a spear.
Perhaps he was also skilled in banner techniques. There was no master who could withstand the blow. Bones and flesh flew out with a rough sound in the midst of the fluttering banners.
“… … .”
Geumsimunju couldn’t move his legs again because he fell down with two consecutive thunderous noises.
The two huge gusts of wind blew hard on both sides. The vibrations that ran through the ground in an instant were tremendous.
Guguguguguguung!
It was a strong wind and a strong gale.
The silent blows were like iron bars. They came from two people.
At this moment, the Lord of Heavenly Swords Bukgung-ah, who was looking around the wall as if she was annoyed, was explosively shaking her long limbs, and the Lord of the Mysterious Islands, Shinhwang, who was fluttering his wide sleeves with his thin body, was back down among the enemies.
The Black Three Gangs seemed to be at ease even in the midst of the chaos of the world. This was despite the fact that the power focused on them was unusually strong.
A sense of perception that encompasses the entire situation and martial arts that encompass even long distances. The experience is different. At this moment, he must have felt even the movements of Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s fingers. Along with his junior’s intentions.
“This place is shallow.”
Jeong Yeon-shin said.
He thought of a one-on-one, life-or-death match.
[You are right! Is there another battlefield like this in the world other than the North?]
It rang from afar.
He was a master of ten. He was a being who could be called the incarnation of the afterlife. It seemed that he had decided to escape the battlefield that had become a mess.
Three identical new figures leap in different directions, and unlike before, even the clones are clear and tangible. This was done with a brief moment of luck.
Kwak!
[Magwangikju! You will greatly regret setting foot in the world of the Thirteen Heavenly Lords! Your existence is a grave threat to the martial arts world…!]
Three lines of voice stop simultaneously.
The flag of the new sword that Aksurim had thrown tore apart one of the clones and crashed into the rock on the other side. The clone on the other side was caught by the scruff of the neck by the leader of the Myeolseomdae and slammed down.
“I already did everything. I just need to finish it.”
“Well, it was really weak.”
When two huge waves occur on both sides.
The rope that Cheonryongdaeju swung, the cotton rope, wrapped around the body of the Ten Sword Master with its shining white body.
At the same time, the moment the Mugeukjeonju kicked his shins from the side and made him fall to his knees, another Inyeong appeared with the hem of his black robe fluttering like a bat.
It was right behind the Ten Commandments. The Blood-Blooding Master Jinmyeongjo was flashing his bloodshot eyes.
Phew!
A pale hand grabbed the head of the ten-year-old and blew it open.