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Sunset (9)
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The moment when the three new sword masters closely examine the self-defense weapon, Jin Yeo-Hwi Seong-Cheon.
Jeongyeonshin braced herself for a big shock.
Even if you keep the situation in your hand, it is still a move of the tyrant.
It would have been reasonable to assume that the Shaolin abbot, Master Beomheo, who was so strong that he could take a dragon alone and disappear, had displayed the Hundred Steps Divine Fist right in front of him with his whole body.
Perhaps, given the nature of the martial arts, it might have been a little more than that.
Doo-woong
A shallow resonance sound arose from the abdomen that had received Mayeonjeok’s hand.
The tension that filled the entire space with blue light disappeared as if it was being sucked into the sound. At first glance, it seemed to be concentrated in one spot.
But there was a look of bewilderment on Jeong Yeon-shin’s face. There was no particular shock.
Ma Yeon-jeok ended up hitting the middle of his rectus abdominis muscle as if he was using a double-cross technique. After that, he nodded to himself and praised Jeong Yeon-shin’s self-defense skills.
“There is no need to look into it too deeply. This is an internal defense wall that can overwhelm even the Northern Power Mixed Yuan Huang and the Heavenly Sword.”
“… This is the first time I’ve heard of this martial art from either of them.”
Jeong Yeon-shin did not reveal any special feelings to her respected grandfather.
It was enough for Shincheonhwa to have a pitiful expression on her face right next to him. A vivid reaction that was almost affectionate. On one side, there was Yongheemyung who had already raised his arm.
“Considering the age of the previous elder, it’s not particularly strange. It’s understandable for his energy to decline.”
Flutter!
The sleeves of the one and only Shingeomdanju of the era are lifted in reaction.
A neat, scholar-like outfit with a slightly faded purple hem. The color was lighter than when he had once seen it in the life-or-death duel with Namgung Se-ga. Otherwise, it was a sign of troubled times.
“It’s Taeryejang (太霓掌). The power of the eight stars will do.”
As he walked briskly, a rainbow light flashed on Yong Huimyeong’s arm, and the next moment, Jeong Yeonshin saw Danju’s hand disappear into thin air and then reappear in front of her abdomen.
The most powerful swordsman of the time.
This is Yongheemyeong’s unique martial art. It is said that if you hit it once, anyone in the martial arts world will bow down to it.
Either you fall to your death or your posture collapses due to the inability to bear the tension.
The moment that palm touched Jeongyeonshin’s stomach, the ground began to ripple like waves. The ground literally rose up in various places.
The loud noise came after that.
Kwaaaa …
Jeongyeonshin’s mind turns blank.
It was because a shock so terrifying that I had never felt it before was stabbed right in the center of my abdomen.
The dragon’s snout, with its impenetrable teeth, seemed to crush my stomach.
It was a martial art with obvious flaws.
It is an attempt to completely destroy the balance of the entire body.
It was truly vicious. How many people in the world could stand up to such a trick and still save face?
‘The dignity of nature… …!’
Jeong Yeon-shin had to fill all the acupoints of her entire body with the Neungbeop Gwangryun-gi. It was better to support the meridian wave with her upper body, including her waist, rather than pouring her energy only into the acupoints of her legs.
It was right to brace myself with my whole body to avoid being thrown far away in a fierce manner.
He said he was testing his self-defense skills.
You can’t afford to let your attack slip away here. That would be like losing to Yonghee Myung again.
That was the reason why Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes could not help but flash with a white light at that moment.
‘I will have the sword of divination. I will definitely do it in the near future.’
I endured that moment that felt like an eon.
Until the tension subsides.
Quagagagagagak!
His legs pushed forward, carving deep furrows into the ground, and soon stopped at some point.
At the same time, the dust that had been clouding the surrounding area due to the aftereffects of the spell was violently blown away.
It was a strong wind that came from Mayanjeok’s gesture.
“It was too much. Do you want to die?”
However, Yong Huimyeong did not respond to the scolding of the previous Shingeomdan master. He simply stared blankly down at the palm of his hand that had thrown away the long sword.
A dark, charred appearance. Sparks occasionally flew out from the air around the hand.
It is a trace of the vibration of a powerful force being returned.
A strange smile appeared on Yong Hee-myeong’s lips as he lowered his head.
“… Having experienced it firsthand, I can say that this is a completely different attack.”
“I made it just as I wanted,” he muttered.
The evaluation of the contemporary Ipsingeomju was both calm and sharp. However, Jeong Yeon-shin boldly let his words flow.
The old sages said not to listen to the words of a person who lacks humanity. Yong Huimyeong’s tactics were perfect for humiliating the opponent. Just like his master’s character.
The world will witness a better swordsman. Jeong Yeon-shin was calmly confident.
Meanwhile, Shincheonhwa was stroking her chin.
[Interesting.]
Did she use the eye mask? Her eyes were pitch-black and flashed with lightning. Jeong Yeon-shin felt a sense of distance in her dark eyes.
[The power of the martial arts is focused on resilience. It is so aggressive that I have never seen it before, but because of that, it has a dull side. It won’t react properly to a clever initial attack. Of course, it is perfect for blocking an initial attack that is only powerful… … .]
She concludes slowly.
Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly had an idea.
Hangzhou, a life and death battle with a sword.
The left arm that naturally rose and fell from the body.
He could not properly handle the extreme pain of the Heavenly Sword Master. He also had to have countless scars carved all over his body.
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Even if I went back in time and fought the battle of life and death again, it would be the same. I might lose.
That was the world.
But Shincheonhwa’s thoughts seemed different.
[A rank of a Shingeomdanju is one that must not be defeated under any circumstances. Naturally, you must be proficient in all aspects. Since you have found the area to fill, it is right for your Hosin Ganggi to advance in all directions like a Boshin Gyeonggi.]
“… I agree.”
[I’ll tell you a few key points. First, I’d like to suggest a method of tying up your true energy like a rope, but of course, you have to maintain the nature of your self-defense power. So, it’s none other than the method of pre-organizing your energy inside the blood vessel like a constellation, and borrowing the secret of the six combinations… ]
Her words flowed like water, and Jeongyeonshin immediately understood all the advice on the spot and implemented it outside of her body.
It was natural that his own thoughts and interpretations were added during the process. Mysterious spiritual mutterings came out of his mouth.
“When you mention union, the union of heavenly stems comes to mind. If we interpret the union of yin and yang here as conflict rather than harmony, then it is in line with my martial art called Hwan-gang… Ah, your insight is amazing. If you implement the repulsive power of polarity like this, your self-defense power will react to any attack. I wonder if anyone would put their hands on the unquenchable lightning, but indeed, Jeon Jeon-dae was truly a man of great learning… … .”
In the past, even such soliloquy had stopped.
Eyelids slightly drooped. He was lost in himself. He left behind a monologue like fog that went in the exact opposite direction of what Shincheonhwa had intended.
Her eyes met Mayeonjeok’s.
[You are a well-mannered friend. Are you sure you have inherited my blood?]
“Half of it is.”
The sound was faint, almost like a whisper.
“… This will do.”
At some point, Yong Hee-myeong, who had become expressionless once again, came holding a large rock and began carving it with his bare hands.
Ma Yeon-jeok and Shin Cheon-hwa talked to their juniors without paying attention to their antics.
“I thought it was all in vain. Even when I was piling up all sorts of strange Dharma treasures underground. … And until I personally witnessed the phantom that is you.”
[How much wealth can one mobilize? The immense resources of the imperial family were added to my achievements. There was really nothing I couldn’t do. Leaving behind Wonyoungshin for a long time was nothing.]
“Even so, it’s a ghost that won’t appear again.”
[You seem to be disappointed?]
“You overestimate yourself.”
[I’m starting to feel a little bit sorry.]
“… … .”
The eight directions were filled with an abyss-like darkness, but an invisible sun rose above the heads of the four people who had a connection with the Shingeomdan’s Ipsin Sword.
A short yet long time passed very naturally.
Jeong Yeon-shin, who opened her eyes again, Yong Hui-myeong, who carved a chair out of a rock, and Ma Yeon-jeok and Shin Cheon-hwa, who never leave their side even though their words and actions speak of being the only ones.
“What is that chair?”
“It’s part of my training. Don’t be greedy, juniors.”
“What do you mean by training…?”
“I plan to sit here and face the monsters of this land. I can make my two-armed swords a little more colorful. My Dragon Ring Sword will also become more perfect.”
“Why…?”
They mixed their hands and feet and divided their swords.
[You have a monster in your arms. You realized the utility of magical power early on. I thought it had a mysterious smell.]
“There was someone who gave me advice on how to create a Dharma treasure.”
[Give it to me. I can play a prank on you.]
A lot of things were centered around Jeongyeonshin. They were alone in an extremely dark space.
Every once in a while, a sticky wind brushed across the four people’s skin as if the abyss had raised its tongue, but no one paid any attention.
The atmosphere was constantly torn apart by darkness.
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It was a vast river.
A distorted sun flowed through the wide waterway.
The afternoon sunlight that filled the Yangtze River was brightly illuminating the surroundings, and a dreamy halo of light was emanating from the river water that was wrapped in an endless radiance like an outer garment.
The Yangtze River basin.
This is a place called Sangcheong (常淸) because it has always held clear light since the time when the great empress and the three-fifth generation held hands in the upper reaches of the river.
“What happened to your true nature?”
The girl in the blue robe standing on the rocky shore spoke, bearing the strong river wind with her whole body. Her voice was unusually clear and full of power.
The one-eyed black-robed swordsman, Ma Gwang-ik-ju Cheong-myeong, stood next to her and answered roughly.
“Jeong Gong must have taken care of it.”
“No matter what, one person can’t block the entire battlefield. The fight must have been won somehow, but there must have been deaths among the unmanned people.”
“That’s inevitable. It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Cheongmyeong said calmly.
However, Shin So-bin, the blue-haired master, was unable to properly refute those words.
It was because a fireball suddenly shot up from the side of the river and landed next to me.
Fighting! Kwaaaaaaaang!!
As the ground suddenly sank, sharp fragments were about to fly in all directions, but the shadow of Shin So-bin’s hand, which had stretched out to the side, swelled like countless flower petals and crushed the explosion.
Kuuuung―
It was an application of Shihwamugeuksu and Gwonhwa. It was also a technique taught by Jeong Yeon-sin, who had trouble with the wall-power bullets during the Blue Period.
Shin So-bin was the blue-eyed goddess.
At this moment, behind Cheongmyeong and Shin Sobin, the warriors Ma Gwang-ik and Shin So-bin were standing in their own positions.
“Blood Dragon! He is truly the disciple of the Wild One!”
A deep voice bursts out from the ship that fired the grenade.
Mansangsurochae.
It was a great wave symbolizing troubled times.
Swaaaaaaah!
Suddenly, ships began to flow into the Shangqing. They were a group of warships, each with two or more wide sails and a pointed fore-end.
It was a massive ship that was at least thirty feet long, so it had a tremendous sense of awe, and even the speed at which it cut through the water was fast, like a sword.
The battleship of the newly named Thirteen Thousand.
A large number of sailors were urging the ship to move by blowing propulsion waves with both hands, but the overwhelming sight did not fail to catch the attention of the contemporary Ma Gwang-ikju.
It was because of these people who suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the battleships.
“That… … ?”
A hundred or so war horses clearly standing on the water. Each of them had a sturdy appearance, and a faint blast of energy was emanating from their clearly sculpted muscles.
The figures sitting on it, holding swords and axes, with their upper bodies exposed.
It is a horse riding technique that uses climbing and crossing water.
A herd of horses swayed like an illusion along with the gently rolling waves.
Suddenly, the sunlight that was shining on the river took on the characteristic red glow of sunset.
Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s mouth opened slowly.
“… Gwangyeokyeol, activate.”
In an instant, the masters of Magwangik turned into a bright light. At the same time, the air rumbled.
A martial art that no one in this place has failed to achieve.
It was a polarizing light.