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The best of the best (2)
Jeongyeonshin glanced down at the arrow bent in her hand.
A metal shaft as black as ink. It is a fairly heavy iron arrow.
Perhaps because it had traveled a great distance, it was radiating a reddish color, but the heat was not properly transmitted due to the halo of the Hosin Ganggi. It just gave off a thick layer of smoke.
The aftermath was huge.
Saaaaa―
It was like that from the air that was boiling transparently at that moment. It was the effect of the ten-mile-one-kill.
Originally, it was a secret technique in which a number of archery masters concentrated their efforts for over ten days in a formation called the Thunder Flower Archery Formation, allowing them to shoot an arrow ten li away with a single arrow.
The fact that the dark night’s flash was unleashed alone at twice that distance in an instant does not mean that the wave was reduced. In fact, it was a bit more intense.
Bam.
Arrows scattered on the ground.
The starlight slowly fades from Jeong Yeon-shin’s left hand as she throws away the iron watch.
His self-defense weapon was the callused flesh of the Tang siblings. It could not be easily broken.
Jeongyeonshin muttered quietly to herself. Come back.
Immediately there was a sound like sand rubbing against each other.
The lights that had been covering his entire body dispersed like shining foam, and formed a wheel of light again in his heart.
Yongheemyeong’s laughter was heard.
“It’s a good self-defense weapon.”
“Hwa… … .”
Did I try to block it with my body without thinking? Yeon So-ha, who had been squirming next to me, strokes my chest.
The awkward smile he gives when his eyes meet Jeongyeon Shin’s is amusing.
“It is right for Mr. Jeong Dae-ju to live longer than me.”
It was a funny coincidence, but Yeon-seo-ha added shortly. She glanced at the arrow in Jeong-yeon-shin’s hand as if she was tired of it.
The new sword of the Iphwangseong clan.
They are people whose relationship is somewhere between that of a brother and a comrade.
Since the foundation of the breakwater is the relationship between officials and military officers that cannot be found anywhere else, even if we have never met before, we feel affection towards each other. If it is not our true nature, we are strangers wherever we are, so it is even more so.
“Go back.”
Jeong Yeon-shin said.
“yes!”
Yeon-hwa stepped back with a polite demeanor. A breathy laughter came from the side. It was Yong-hee-myeong, the head of the Shin-geomdan.
“Hey, you little punk, be polite to me too.”
“You were wearing the life jacket earlier. Unlike the owner, you seem to be a person with a lot of substance.”
“her?”
“They say that if you want to get to a high position, you have to be good at tightroping.”
Even though everyone was talking, the atmosphere was not light.
They were busy trying to figure out the distance between them. It must have been the same for both the invisible Amya Jeonju and the Sword Master Namgung Mujin, who was holding a pure white sword with half-open eyes.
Bow and sword.
In terms of harmony between the two, it is the best. Since they are all peerless masters, there is no way they will miss a single blow.
“Once we split the sum, it will come closer.”
The new sword master said.
“It’s a story about archers in the dark. Even the most skilled archers would know that they can’t shoot arrows at a man of your size without keeping their distance. They have extraordinary insight.”
“yes.”
Jeongyeonshin answered briefly, trying to understand Danju’s meaning.
The world’s greatest swordsman was talking about the extraordinary insight of the dark night warrior.
This means that he is considered to be one of the best among the best swordsmen in the world. It was expected since he was a monster that could hit a target ten li away from twenty li.
‘hmm.’
Just then, the bastard’s presence disappeared. He must have been using a silver-sleeved technique similar to the Shin-Gong-Jeol-Hak. It seemed like I wouldn’t be able to feel anything until I got closer.
Swish.
Namgung Mujin, who had been playfully swinging his sword as he faced them, raised the corners of his mouth.
A translucent curtain billowed around him, like condensed lightning.
“The Dragon Master’s words are not entirely wrong. Too long a distance will only cause the palace’s piercing waves to disappear. But that’s not all.”
He spoke slowly.
“The Dark Night Archer was dealt a terrible blow by the Dragon King. It was right before the Dragon King put on your purple robe. How could the peerless archer come close when he almost lost an arm?”
There is a mocking expression on their lips. They move together but do not seem to have a deep relationship.
“A perfect divine sword master was a being without any other supernatural power. Even the Golden Bird of the Four Heavens was busy avoiding the evil spirits and the Dragon Master. Of course, she was also an absolute being who was rare in the world, having reigned as the number one in the Four Heavens for a long time… … .”
Namgung Mujin had a strange way of speaking. He was a direct descendant of the Namjikrye clan, also known as the military lords.
The voice that flowed out like a soft melody mocked the opponent with dignity.
“I have heard of your fearsome exploits. You killed the Golden Gate Master. Of course, I know what kind of harmony her powers can create.”
“… … .”
Jeongyeonshin did not answer.
I was once again grateful for the wisdom of the highest class of martial arts. The peerless masters, who rarely encountered beings of equal status, would often grow long-tongued when they met someone who could understand them.
And he always looked at his opponent with his eyes.
“The man standing next to you is a transcendent being who has surpassed his bloodline with his martial arts skills. Although he was born with the energy of a dragon, he has never been pushed back by Geumsimunju, and Amyajeonju, who has not forgotten the memories of three years, could only fire ten-mile arrows from afar, rather than displaying his full power.”
Namgung Mujin’s words did not reach him directly.
Although it seemed like the humble junior was silently listening to the elder’s words, Jeong Yeon-shin was just blankly examining the body of the man who was once called the best swordsman among the eight great swordsmen.
At this moment, Namgung Mujin was moving his mouth while fiercely examining his body.
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“But the current leader of the Shingeomdan has completely fallen and cannot refuse help from his junior. Can you replace him?”
A person who appears to be saving face, but survives by any means necessary to attain the ultimate martial arts. The rumors seemed to be true. Emperor Geomhyo was a warrior between the two factions.
‘You’re using a heavy sword.’
Jeongyeonshin thought.
The bastard’s blue uniform was wide open on both sides of his shoulders. His right arm, which held the sword, was unusually thick, but he felt nimble compared to his muscles.
The reason is that the energy wave flowing down from the Hyeobaek point (俠白穴) on the forearm to the Naegwan point (內關穴) on the wrist is as light as the wind. It seemed that he had mastered the heavy but 100% accurate sword technique.
The strike of a peerless swordsman who has sharpened his heavy sword does not miss.
It was a scary fact.
“Anyway, thank you for giving us confidence. No matter how much I swung my sword, the edge wouldn’t go in, so I was starting to wonder if I was forcing something that wasn’t supposed to work.”
Namgung Mujin said. It was a mixture of mockery and sincerity.
“Now, the Dark Night Lord will gladly come over here and shoot the Shunhwangguhwigungbeop (侚凰驅暉弓法). I wonder how much of our combined attacks your exquisite self-defense technique will withstand.”
“You’re thick-skinned. The Earth Dragon Society will suffice.”
Jeong Yeon-shin absentmindedly put an earthworm in her mouth. It was something she said to Muryonghoe.
Namgung Mujin laughed heartily and adjusted his grip on his sword.
“Anything is fine. Kang-ho will be liberated from the power of the Shingeomdanju’s sword today.”
Kugu Palace―
The field of vision vibrated up and down slightly. The ground shook just from the rider’s movements. It was a sign of the Emperor’s sword form.
“The waves are rough. The blue giraffe is more graceful.”
Jeong Yeon-shin spoke while circulating the light energy that he had collected in his heart. The energy that filled the veins of his entire body with a soft texture. This was the rite of passage for the peerless masters who had fought repeatedly.
It is to prepare an attack before engaging in a fierce battle where it is difficult to even breathe.
If it’s not Gongwolmu.
Namgung Jeilgeom is not special.
It’s not like he’s an opponent that you can have a chance of winning against without using all your magic. I felt like it was worth taking on with just your own skills.
The cold, cold thunder seemed to whisper to my hand, saying that the author’s dignity was incomparable to that of a blue giraffe.
“Sohaya, step back further!”
Yong Hee-myeong said.
He couldn’t openly approach the situation. It was because of the danger of being possessed by a demon. There were two peerless masters who could come out at him at any time.
I had to secretly try to recover using the spark of light that Jeongyeonshin had planted in my pupil.
“Your Majesty, please do not interfere.”
Jeong Yeon-shin calmly urged him to focus on his luck.
Was it accepted as a childish spirit of victory? Namgung Mujin smiled and took a step forward.
The next moment, he was swinging his sword in front of Jeongyeonshin.
A pure white trajectory tore through the air. A straight sword strike stretched out towards Jeongyeonshin.
Jeongyeonshin’s eyes narrowed.
Oh my god!
The moment the lightning struck, fragments of the lightning’s power flew like sparks. At the point of impact, a flower of lightning actually bloomed and disappeared.
An incredible amount of force was transmitted to my palm. I tried to let it go as much as possible, but it was the same.
The sword power seemed to have been turned dozens of times in the shape of the Emperor’s Sword while making a sound. It seemed like the momentum of the internal energy was concentrated on one sword instead of being blown out in all directions.
“Is it bearable?”
Namgung Mujin asks quietly.
The face was close. A white smoke was flowing out of the bastard’s mouth.
It was not moisture, but a mixture of dense internal energy, which had raised the entire body’s air power to the extreme. It was different from his leisurely-looking demeanor.
As Jeongyeonshin looked at him with clear eyes, the bastard’s beard rose from side to side.
Heavy sword.
It refers to a firm and unwavering swordsmanship.
If you release your grip here, your body will be torn in two instead of being thrown straight away.
Jeong Yeon-shin recalled the three phrases, “Gokji (曲池),” “Chiktaek (尺澤),” and “Sohae (少海).” They were the acupoints of the arm joints.
at that time.
A heavy weight fell on my legs. Suddenly, a colorless cloud rose from under the ground and wrapped itself around my feet.
The Emperor’s Sword of Polarity. It was a peerless realm that tangibly embodied true energy.
Namgung Mujin’s eyes shone brightly. His upper body was filled with energy. Even though he hadn’t opened his mouth, his voice flowed out extremely quickly.
[You said you wanted a short fight. We also like short matches.]
He was different from other masters. Perhaps it was because he had deeply practiced the Emperor Sword. The spirit that shook the surroundings like the Six Harmonies.
He was taking his time and deeply contemplating Jeongyeonshin’s body, balance, energy, and posture.
Destruction.
It is not the exclusive property of the Ip Hwang Seong Island. It is a skill permitted to all martial artists in the world.
The power of the machines to predict the next move with just the smallest movements and stimuli, and to get one step ahead after careful planning.
A whooshing sound rang out through the air.
It was above Namgung Mujin’s head. The hazy vortex quickly took the shape of a sword.
Formless sword.
It was blowing out a heavy wind in a continuous stream. The aftermath alone felt like it would make my skin sag.
Another arrow was rushing in from behind. A sharp ray of light pierced through Jeongyeonshin’s vitality in a straight line. It was called the Sunhwangguhwigungbeop.
Even though the moment was slowly divided into split seconds, the arrows of the Dark Field Master were extremely fast. It seemed as if the power to use the ten-mile one-shot was fully invested in the archery technique.
It is a joint effort of the best martial artists.
It was a mess. The reason he took so long to destroy his junior whom he had just met. He had anticipated all of his plans.
A faint, milky current of air held Jeongyeonshin’s limbs like chains. It was an extremely practical use of the true energy.
[Goodbye.]
It was when Namgung Mujin was thinking about it.
[Why is it condensed like this?]
Something invisible rose up and swallowed his thoughts whole. It was the spirit of the upper chamber.
It was like a loud voice pushing out a soft voice. It was incomparably dense compared to Namgung Mujin’s.
[It’s not the original Emperor’s Sword.]
[… … ?!]
Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t ask for an answer. Suddenly, Namgung Mu-jin’s eyes caught sight of the Shingeomdanju with his arms crossed in the distance. How did the author end up like this…?
at the same time.
A cloud of dust rose behind Jeongyeonshin’s back.
It was a land that had been turned upside down by fierce battles from the beginning. It was a land with many small grains of sand, but it only took a moment for it to grow to a size that contained the grains of water of the thousand-flowered rain.
There was no comparison in speed. This was because it was a skill that had been honed over hundreds of years.
Kwaaaa …
The tornado, which had grown as large as a dragon’s body, cast a dark shadow on the ground. At this moment, the formless sword, which was swirling extremely quickly, had not even completed its formation.
[This makes it easy to stab.]
Jeongyeonshin’s thoughts echoed.
Namgung Mujin’s face was reflected in his pitch-black eyes. There was an abyss there, like a well.
[You shouldn’t have done that.]
Jeongyeonshin quietly thought about it.
The next moment.
The yellowish waterspout that rose from behind was stuck in the vortex of the formless sword, and passed by, tearing apart all the wind currents.