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◈ Northern Emperor (3)
Deep darkness covers the night sky.
It felt like a cool silence hanging in the air.
It was clear that some kind of tidal wave had occurred, but there was no sign of a tidal wave shaking the sky.
The demon tribes of Gwanghonsan City, who had been opening their doors one by one due to the commotion caused by Mama Gwangmyeoldo and Jeong Yeonshin, were also swallowed up in silence.
The best in the north.
If he is the strongest of the six constellations, he may be considered to be the leader of the Five Swords of Heaven.
“… … .”
As the emperor descends.
No one was allowed to speak.
Even the brightly pouring moonlight was blocked by something pitch-black. Only silence was enforced.
To the mountain city clad in white snow, and its signboard, the houses with their roofs sharp as swords, the roads crooked at random, and the fences with dry stakes lined up in a row.
Now even the wind has completely stopped.
Jeong Yeon-shin felt that even the sound transmission space of the whistle had become hushed for a moment. Some of the troublesome voices had subsided as if they were lies.
At this moment, Namje had the entire natural environment in his grasp.
‘Alcohol law martial arts…?’
no.
It was different from anything I’d experienced before.
Because I can feel the proper development of the skills.
It seemed like a mixture of the soolbeopmu-gong temperament that became stronger with each passing preparation and the clear-cut nature of ordinary martial arts.
It felt like they were approaching, laying down fireballs made of career waves in the air. In the darkness, the northern snowflakes fluttering in the wind gave off a refreshing scent.
It was an overwhelmingly strong smell of internal energy.
[Welcome to the High Lands… I am the first to greet you like this.]
The voice of the man continued slowly.
[I also wanted to see the swordsman of the Northern King that you are leading, but for some reason he seems to be away. I have prepared something for him, too.]
I can’t help but wonder.
What type of martial arts did you learn?
What does all this mean?
If he is a peerless master of the art of sorcery and martial arts, has he completed all the preparations necessary for battle with just this current manifestation? In other words, has he completed some kind of complicated rite of passage in one go?
I’m dizzy.
First, you have to feel it with your body.
‘It’s not a Gongwolmu. It’s just a simple battle stance.’
It was when his eyes settled down.
[It’s a great breath. In the South, it’s called Banbakguijin.]
The shadow of In-yeong, which was growing larger and larger in the sky, came down and praised King Yelul without holding back.
“… … .”
In the silence of Jeongyeonshin.
The Northern First Man and the New Sword Master met face to face.
[You are the first person since the five companions who have not been read like this. Now that I look at it, you are worthy of being mentioned by the fastest person in the world.]
Soon, Jeong Yeon-shin slowly opened her mouth under the silver mask. The voice of the new sword master pierced through the silence created by Nam-je like a sword strike.
“… You’re fluent in Korean too.”
The only words that broke the silence in the room.
The spirituality of the new Confucianism contained in Jeong Yeon-shin’s voice was free from the realm created by Namje.
He deliberately focused on the question he had been harboring for a long time.
The northern powers are made up of people from all sorts of places, including the Jurchen, the former Yuan Dynasty, and others who have gathered from a completely different land from the south.
It was also strange that the Northern Best Man, without any particular pride, immediately spoke the language of Jeongyeonshin.
At this moment, there were more than a few people looking up at Namje from all over the city of Gwanghonsan.
[I don’t know since you don’t have a Heavenly Sword.]
A cool, low laugh.
Why? The shadow that stopped at a certain point in the air seemed to be enjoying the conversation with Jeongyeonshin quite a bit.
[All the teachings of the God of Fighting are written in Han. The Heavenly Worker Comes Out of Shaolin, Ten Thousand Swordsmanship Visits the South, The Reverse Heavenly Martial Arts Classics and Demonic Teachings… Aren’t all the essences of power that should be plundered and learned written in your language? If these principles are changed into other words and characters, who can obtain the original meaning from them?]
“Because of the martial arts?”
Jeongyeonshin asked back on purpose. It was to control her gaze and mind that kept moving towards Jukwangshingae’s legs.
Otherwise, you don’t know what you’ll lose.
The appearance of the enemy’s vanguard came too suddenly. Jeong Yeon-sin, who had been carrying out preemptive strikes, was hit in return.
At that moment, the shadow of the male emperor shook his head.
[Martial arts? That is too narrow a topic. The countless people in the south that we will take, and the studies that your clan must acquire, are also valuable. Originally, important or profound things should be taken as they are. Only then will the soul be imbued with the secret meaning, and the clan will be able to properly handle its power. You should become proficient.]
Then Namje added:
[Therefore, what you say is the basic achievement of a northern warrior.]
“… … !”
Jeongyeonshin narrowed her eyes. It was to keep herself from showing the goosebumps that were starting to run down her spine.
‘The posture is different.’
It was a kind of preparation for conquest.
There was even an incident where the northern masters, who were known to be quite good at martial arts, naturally revealed their Chinese language skills to the King of Yelü, who came from the south.
The southern fugitives, including Mama Gwangmyeoldo and the northern gatekeeper, were already the best of Cheon Dan Gwang Gap.
Even the upper echelons of the northern powers, such as the Northern King and the Great Warlords, and even the distant telecommunication spaces were used to communicate in Han.
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The Sound Cave of the Fighting God.
Whistleblower.
‘It was originally composed of northern kings who were friendly to the gods… .’
That was the extent of my thoughts.
The eyes of a god she had never seen before seemed to swallow up Jeongyeonshin. It was so vast that it felt dizzying. Her opponent was not a martial artist, but the emperor of the Wuji.
Did you feel that floating feeling in Jeongyeonshin’s face?
[Look at me.]
The voice of the man was strange. It felt like the winter wind in the middle of the night was hitting the stone wall. Ticklishly and creepily.
[I’m looking at you.]
At the point where he stood on empty space.
Extremely pitch-black darkness rippled like a human being. It was a figure that literally had a head and limbs, but its entire body was made of dark cloud-like energy.
‘Cheon Dan Gwang Gap.’
Namje’s self-defense skills were different.
Just looking at his appearance, he didn’t seem like a living person at all. He was a peerless master who had taken the eyes of Shaolin monk Beomheo.
“Come down.”
Jeong Yeon-shin spoke softly. It was in the middle of the Taegeuk circle that surrounded the room with soft blue flames.
[I have received a report about that blue flame from my nephew. The person you all know as the master of Yeo-ryeong.]
“Come here, I will fight you as you wish.”
The voice of the King of Yul echoes ominously through the nearby darkness. Doors in many houses close one after another.
The only ones who could still make a sound were Jeongyeonshin and Namje.
[I taught the master of the female spirit. Of course, I also learned a lot from that child. As you know, the female spirit of the south did not leave the world without failure. It is something that no northern king of this land could have accomplished.]
With a soft voice, it gnaws at the night air and even scratches the Jeongyeonshin beyond it.
Meanwhile, the dark eyes of the male emperor stared down at Jeongyeonshin, as if examining his true identity and weaknesses in detail.
Yeollyeongju.
The one who caused a storm in the southern rivers.
Events that seemed like failures were actually successes, and the Battle of Iphwang that he initiated at the end of his life was settled as a political stumbling block for Jeong Yeon-sin.
That might have been the true spirit of the goddess.
Of course, you can see Jeongyeonshin’s reaction in some way. If you are a Southern Emperor who knows that King Yeolyu is from the south.
“I will go.”
The Northern King Yelu said:
His eyes did not waver. The blue flames simply flickered on the surface of the silver mask. It was the only light in the midst of darkness in all directions.
‘Trap the aerodynamics inside your body.’
Banbakguijin that blocks the energy waves from inside the acupoints. The unknown Namhwagwangtaegeuk. The fist and leg operation technique that escapes the Seomye Mu-maek.
Woohoo!
Jeong Yeon-shin’s senses woven all of this together like a martial arts knot and settled it into her body. It was the battle stance of the Northern King, Ye-Lu.
Even with the advent of the Southern Empire, the major trends do not change.
Doubt and certainty were worlds apart. It was only after King Yeolu had delved a little deeper into the northern powers that the Divine Sword Master emerged from the water.
[Your temper is as rumored.]
The voice of the male protagonist was growing louder. That was the reason why Jeongyeonshin immediately kicked the ground and soared.
For a moment, the snow-covered ground beneath my feet sank into a circle, spewing out white smoke.
Kiiiiiing!
A sharp noise spread from Jeongyeonshin’s limbs.
The sound of the completely suppressed Neungbeop Gwangryungi rubbing against itself, just like the contemporary Shingeombu Daeju’s Banbak Gwijin. It is the use of air power that has reached a state of exquisite skill.
Phew!
Before she knew it, Jeongyeonshin was face to face with the pitch-black new form created by Namje, and her knee, which had risen with the leap, slammed into its abdomen.
Immediately after, a vast shockwave erupted from the impact point, creating a thunderous roar.
Kuguguguguguung!
The darkness that had filled the entire night sky gradually dissipates in concentric circles.
At that moment, Jeongyeonshin felt a chilling coldness creeping up on her knees. The cold wave of the Heavenly Sword of the Southern Emperor. The sharp knee strike that had just been raised had gone out like fire in water.
The frictional heat that was characteristic of the assault disappeared in an instant, and a cool north wind penetrated my bones.
A situation where a blow is rendered null and void.
There was no time to be surprised by the unbelievable thing. In an instant, the same thought flowed out of the body of the male emperor who had been thinking, “How strong!” as if the Gongwolmu was being cast.
[Chongcheon (總天). Full blooming light.]
It means that the density of the upper body gods in one blow is enormous. The next moment, pale flashes of light struck Jeongyeonshin’s body, who had crossed both arms.
Bam, bam, bam! Kwaaang!
The rays of light scattered like feathers with the successive collisions. It was the aftereffect of the power that penetrated all the vital points even though Jeongyeonshin had solidified her defensive barrier.
‘This strange structure…!’
It is exactly the same as the kicking power of Jeongyeonshin who struck first.
The attack that had previously penetrated into Namje’s Heavenly Sword Armor had returned intact, only in a different form.
If both sides were perfect, there was a chance that even the calluses of the Tang siblings could be pierced if similar sums were repeated several times.
‘Finish it before it happens.’
Kwaaaaah!
When Jeong Yeon-shin, who used the returning blow as a propulsion wave, rotated vaguely in the air, his legs, curved like whips, rushed straight into the opponent’s dark neck.
The thoughts of the male emperor overlapped in two layers like rays of light.
[Your armor is quite strong, but mine cannot be pierced by enemy’s fists. Do you not have any weapons? A sword or something.]
[Change of military gear. Dark deep thunder.]
Double hexagonal formation.
The idea of testing Jeong Yeon-shin’s martial arts and the idea of pouring out terrifying and fierce words are all there. Even all the arts are in Chinese. He was someone who strictly and rigorously kept the teachings of the master.
Kwarrung!
Dozens of dark bundles are thrust into Jeongyeonshin’s instep.
For a moment, the black armor covering Namje’s body faded slightly, but the pitch-black lightning struck Jeongyeonshin’s ankle bones just as much.
The snow-covered ground above bursts up into a whitish haze as the shockwave explodes ceaselessly.
Kwakwakwakwang!
The legs that were supposed to break the king’s neck were pushed back an inch at a time.
[You still won’t show off your true self. I originally came here to talk, but I might as well kill you here.]
The moment when the shadow of the Southern Emperor made of darkness faintly whispered.
Jeongyeonshin once again spun around completely in the opposite direction, completely disregarding the strength she had previously shown, and hooked her heel onto Namje’s nape.
It was a bizarre movement, as if there was no recoil from the body.
[… … !]
The trajectory that had been drawn in that moment was engraved in the night sky along with the dark streaks of lightning.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
A loud noise that erupted late from that translucent trace pierced the air. Jeong Yeon-shin dragged Nam-je down to Namhwagwangtaegeuk amidst the throbbing shockwave.
It took me a blink of an eye to land.
bang-!
The ground caves in, and white flakes of snow and dust fly in all directions. At the same time, the demon tribes of Gwanghonsan are staggering in the vibrations that spread like an earthquake.
“You’re saying that it can’t be broken through with a public security system?”
The voice of the Northern King, Yelü, descended with a coldness befitting the snow-covered ground.
As if they had a heated argument.
Between the Northern First Man and the new Northern King, who was standing on the ground in an upright posture as if it were a lie.
Knock, knock―
In the center of the bluish circle, a long blue flame was burning in the shape of a sword. It was accompanied by a sound like the firewood of a campfire crackling gently.
It was a formless sword.