Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 407

◈ The best scenery (7)

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The sunset’s halo cast long shadows. It was accompanied by a quiet, tranquil feeling.

Jeongyeonshin suddenly looked down at her hands.

The fog that had taken the shape of a sword disperses into a dark red light.

The Dark Night Blood Demon Sword of the Blood Demon King. From its soft glow to its sharp sword form, it was the most magnificent martial arts he had ever seen in his life. This included the Dragon Ring Sword.

I had great thoughts.

He had personally wielded and wielded the skill he had only heard of. A faint regret crossed Jeong Yeon-shin’s face. It seemed like this was not an opportunity that would come again.

“If you want to be a bully rather than a tyrant, then you should be treated as such.”

A smooth and eerie voice. A sharp rebuke to the dark field with its head and neck separated.

Jeongyeonshin suddenly raised her head.

A man was seen standing upside down with his feet planted on the underside of a tree branch.

He was covered in a pitch-black robe, and a subtle elegance was felt from his entire body. It seemed like he had no intention of facing Jeong Yeon-shin.

The most noble person in the Iphwangseong Shingumdan.

The eyes of the new blood demon Jin Myeong-jo slowly opened.

The bloodshot eyes that seem to have been passed down to Jeongyeonshin. Perhaps because she had instantly displayed the internal energy technique equivalent to that of the Formless Sword, the bright red light in her eyes did not seem to fade easily.

It seemed that he had turned his body upside down to cool down the heat in his upper abdomen using his own unique exercise method.

“It suits you quite well. I don’t think you need an extra black robe.”

It sounded like a story about purple ginseng. It was a word that had a greater impact on Jeong Yeon-shin than any other congratulations.

“Senior Jin.”

Jeong Yeon-shin raised both hands toward him. It was a rare polite gesture.

“Thanks to you, I was able to avoid the crisis.”

“Well done.”

“Thanks to the Dark Night Blood Demon Sword. I was on the verge of losing my life, but it was very useful.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke sincerely.

A showdown with the absolute ruler of the thirteen heavenly states. Not only was his true energy depleted, but his internal injuries were also piling up.

In that situation, no one can be confident of a ten percent chance of winning. He could have died.

Jin Myeong-jo’s thoughts seemed different.

“It’s a problem if you have humility in your body. Your talent for the sword is great.”

“No. Senior, your Dark Night Blood Demon Sword is truly a masterpiece. In terms of martial arts skill, there is no one in the world that can compare to it… .”

The conversation continued with greetings, and the words of encouragement were exchanged in a low voice. Jeong Yeon-shin repeated the names of the six-character seasonal seasons several times.

The devil’s sword that sparkled with blood in the night sky. It seemed like nothing could fit more perfectly in the mouth. He seriously contemplated the creation of the formless sword.

“If you forge a sword with air power, the true energy will be lost… … .”

It was when Jeongyeonshin was talking quietly.

Jin Myeong-jo, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly opened his mouth.

“Was it originally that long?”

“yes?”

“… You don’t take care of yourself very well. You didn’t look so good when you killed Geumsimunju. You must be seriously injured even now.”

Jeong Yeon-shin was inwardly impressed. The insight was utterly amazing.

“I will stand guard. Come to the Un-gi breakfast.”

Paralock-

The hem of her black clothes flutters.

Jinmyeongjo jumped up after kicking the trunk of the old tree several times.

Among the nearby trees, there was one that was particularly tall. It had to be the furthest away from Jeong Yeon-shin.

“After recovering our air power, we each go back separately.”

A soft voice came down. Jeongyeonshin’s head tilted slightly to the side.

“Why?”

“hmm.”

“… … ?”

“… Now, none of the nearby enemies can surpass your achievements. If we want to clear out the whole world in a short period of time, it would be better for us to split up. This journey to Gangho is unusual, but originally, black-level figures do not move together. It is not a matter of pride, but rather the same principle as not connecting two firearms in a military unit. It is extremely foolish for those who can cast wide-area spells to move together. It would be right to gather later… If you have a different opinion, I will listen.”

A cool voice flowed down smoothly.

Every word was correct.

For a normally reserved senior, his words were unusually long, but Jeong Yeon-shin felt affectionate toward the persuasion that flowed out softly.

It is a virtue that is difficult for aggressive strongmen to possess. It was not like this when Ma Jin, the maternal uncle who was used to Dae Kang, took over the business of Ma Gwang Ik Ju.

“…There is no objection. Let’s do that.”

Jeong Yeon-shin raised her hand again, but she received only an icy voice urging her to calm down.

Is there anyone more suitable as the direct subordinate of the new sword master than this?

When you listen to the public announcement, your shoulders will rise, but he distinguishes between public and private matters with a sharp distinction while being considerate of his juniors’ fortunes.

Even though the head of none other than the thirteen thousand Lords was blown off.

‘also…….’

Although the personnel affairs of the Shingumdan may not always go according to the leader’s will, Jeongyeonshin learned a great deal today.

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The land where Jeongyeonshin left and disappeared.

One side of the vacant lot has been completely turned upside down and devastated.

A loud noise arose in the dust that was gently absorbing the sunset light.

One of the two people who had been watching the fierce fight from afar, Shingeom Yechi Yeon So-ha, threw a punch into the air.

“Wow, wow…! Namgung Jeilgeom is dead! I didn’t know you would really win this! If it gets out in the martial arts world, there’ll be chaos… …!”

It was an action that was made after a very long silence. This was because he had witnessed the life and death battle between Jeong Yeon-shin and Namgung Mu-jin.

Since the best palace in the world was involved in the fight on one side, anyone with even a little bit of sense would be able to see the afterimages of the peerless masters before their eyes.

Even if it was an inspiration that couldn’t be immediately grasped, I had to collect my thoughts.

“Hey, it’s a bit much to act so rude in front of a dead guy.”

Yonghee Myung shakes his head.

Saaaaa―

The wind carrying the two people’s voices pushed Namgung Mujin’s head away.

The aftereffects of the power of the masters’ footsteps remained as a whirlwind, forming a hazy vortex.

He couldn’t hide his excitement at the burning blue material of the Hwangseong Fortress.

“They say you’re a master of short-term battles… but you don’t fight day and night like the Great Hero Yong? Even if you’re not addicted to anything.”

“Soha, as you know, this Pungryu Danju is an expert at enjoying martial arts by making friends with his enemies… … .”

“Don’t dress up too fancy. You say that teasing your enemies is elegance? I’m afraid that Lord Jeong Danju will hear about it. Even the Yonghwan Sword, which is widely praised as the world’s best sword, was made to look fancy on purpose to tease people.”

“hmm.”

“But what was that just now? It was the sword that Lord Magwangik used to control the April Day Road of the Dark Night Warriors. It felt similar to the Emperor’s Sword.”

“I heard about this herb when I was recuperating at the Catholic Church. I think it was called Simgeukgirin. When I looked at it today, I saw that the Seomye side is the most authentic.”

Yong Hee-myung, with his arms crossed, glances at the corpse of Namgung Mu-jin, who has lost his head. Yeon So-ha, who had been rolling her eyes for a moment, lets out a word that sounds like an exclamation. Ah, the blue giraffe.

“…Anyway, you must have gone to track down the Dark Night Lord right now, right? I heard that the Ming Clan masters can add the nature guardians of the forest to their lightness. Is it possible to catch them?”

“Well, the distance was already quite large, and it doesn’t really matter if we can’t do anything about it right away… … .”

At Yong Hee-myeong’s feet, who continued speaking calmly, faint dust rolled lightly like fallen leaves.

“If you want more, you’re a thief. It’s time for Seomyeo to take a break.”

“That’s true. How much trouble did you have to go through all the way from Sacheon to here? Just to save a single person who couldn’t do anything.”

“Your words are increasingly crossing the line. You keep calling me an old rope and a great swordsman.”

“Hey, it’s a joke, a joke.”

Yeon So-ha pretended to shrug her shoulders and waved her hand.

“By the way, are you doing your Un-gi-haeng-gong properly? How embarrassing would it be if you got attacked by some rascal here? I’m exhausted.”

“Don’t worry. The Great Stream of the Island is amazing. You’ll be back to being invincible in an hour or so.”

[It’s only one hour!]

Suddenly, a loud echo echoed throughout the area. It was a very dark night, and the sky was turning black.

[For now, I just wonder how he managed to survive. With all that poison and countless swords.]

The air was buzzing.

It was because the energy waves emitted by the Six-Hap Battleship were so incredibly dense that it even created an optical illusion that the sky was rippling.

Thud. Thud.

A tall figure’s shadow walked towards me, with his back to the fading sunset.

The unstoppable pace. The sight of her grabbing the boy by the scruff of his neck and dragging him was the best.

[… … .]

Suddenly, the large Inyoung stared at one place. The direction where Namgung Mujin’s head was. At that moment, a deep breath spread from Inyoung’s mouth.

His internal breathing was so deep that dust rose up beneath his breath.

Yeon-hwa’s face turned pale.

“Murong, Hoiju… … ?”

[What a trick you used! I didn’t know that a sword would come down from Mt. Mudeung!]

Inyoung, who had stopped in place, grabbed the boy’s shoulders and lifted him up.

It didn’t seem like he was being taken as a hostage. The boy’s uniform with the sword and crane engraved on it was rumpled and torn apart in an instant.

Phew!

It was completely divided into left and right.

At the same time, the boy’s body disappeared without a trace. In its place, only a transparent shock wave exploded with a bang.

Before she knew it, Yeon So-ha’s hand holding the sword began to tremble.

Thirteen Thousand Dragon Lords.

Its very existence is a taboo in the martial arts world. This is because the master of the Daebangpa denies the relationship with his master.

A person who has mastered a hundred different divine techniques from all sorts of schools on his own. He is rarely mentioned even when the elite discuss the world’s strongest.

“At best, I just defeated the High Prosecutor’s Office’s Won Yeong-shin… … .”

Yong Hee-myeong raised the corners of his mouth with a pretended cheerful expression.

“Yes, the seeds that use their strength are having a feast. Was it really that bitter to be beaten by me?”

[The bluff is quite real.]

The leader of the Muryonghoe laughed heartily.

[Recite the Dragon Ring Sword’s Mantra from the beginning. I’ll wait about half an hour.]

The words and actions themselves are unconventional. They are close to the extreme of being a traitor.

That was when.

The young man of the Muryonghoe suddenly closed his mouth. At the same time, a small sound rang out.

A head fell to the ground and rolled around several times before stopping next to Namgung Mujin’s head.

Long ears, faded white hair, and a pale face.

It was a night war.

Damn it.

A young man with a purple shawl draped over his shoulders sat down next to the new sword master.

There was another one.

The sound of footsteps just now wasn’t just that one.

There were about eleven people walking towards us, facing the faintly pouring sunlight.

There was no particular air. Only the flags that were roughly or straightly draped over one shoulder were fluttering loudly. Along with the sleeves that were dyed a bit dark red.

Yong Hee-myeong, who was leading them behind his back, furrowed his brows in place.

“These authors… … ?”

A total of twelve people arrived at the same time.

It was clear that the safety of the single-member group had been put on the back burner.

The black-haired ones are all fanatics in martial arts. The so-called senior authors must have asked questions about the fight that took place today, with Seomye in the middle.

It was so shameless that they all kept their mouths shut, knowing that they had sinned. It was truly shameful.

at that time.

Jeongyeon Shin took a step forward.

He had his hands on the swords on his waist. It was natural for him to stand in front like a wall. No one stopped him.

[… You stepped into a place you shouldn’t have.]

The silhouette of the Muryonghoeju disappeared from its place. Yonghee Myung gestured towards him.

“How about taking the body of the deceased? I mean, Namgung Jeilgeom.”

[body?]

“There is a separate owner of the supply and demand.”

[… I will wait for the next time.]

That was the last one.

The image of the Muryonghoeju disappeared from that spot. It was a mysterious spirit that no one would dare to chase. It was a strange spirit that was close to polarity.

“Are you back?”

Jeongyeonshin asked quietly. It really seemed like he was going to track down Muryonghoeju and cut off his head.

There are eleven black ones behind you. What could be impossible?

At that moment, Yong Hee-myeong burst into loud laughter.

Immediately after, he tapped Jeong Yeon-shin on the shoulder and turned his body, but the purple silk robe wrapped around the young man’s shoulders did not move at all. Only Yong Hui-myeong’s hands looked awkward for no reason.

He shook his head slightly.

“Even if you rush in, how can you catch someone who runs away? You don’t even have the April calendar to use. Anyway, even the neck of the best palace in the world is surprising. The Muryonghoeju lost face today.”

Yong Hee-myeong said, shaking out his sleeves.

within.

The new sword master raised his head slightly and met the eyes of all the other masters.

Starting from Aksurim and Hahuwijin, passing through Cheonryongdaeju Wijigeuk and Bohyeoldaeju Jinmyeongjo and ending with Jeongyeonsin, twelve faces. At this moment, on top of the yellow ruins, the largest Wonpyeongilgeomjang in history was erected.

It was terribly quiet.

The sunset surrounding them receded like ripples.

“New Sword Group.”

Yonghee Myung laughed.

That was the end of it. The masters of the Shingeomdan were silent for a moment.

Until the night sky, stained with starlight, covered them like the martial arts world surrounding Ip Hwang Seong.