Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 574

Nadam (7)

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The colors of the eight directions changed.

The sky and the ground were painted in pure white. It was literally a shocking sight. The sunlight poured down like pillars in a feast of powerful blasting power.

Inside it.

The sound of horse hooves disappeared without a trace.

It is isolated from the outside world.

The overwhelming cavalry force under Moon-gok and the Tae-yeom-ryong were gone. Even the dirt floor was a damp, pure white. It was as if sunlight and time had stopped intertwined.

“… … .”

The seven great lords were in completely different lands.

A space completely painted in white.

Is it because the Eonwoldo of the Yukwonseonggun Yeomjeong surrounds the heavens and the earth like the idea of ‘Heuljudaegaebyeok (屹柱大開闢)’?

It may be because the rusty sword of the Black Sword descended from the sky, dragging the sea of clouds down.

Or maybe it was because the thunderous energy of the Moon Valley turned the plains upside down, or it was because of the eerie whispers of the new swordsman who came flying in like a bat with the flag.

A woman’s voice rang out in the midst of the pure white disaster.

“shit.”

I was getting annoyed.

This is the point of collision right after the Gongwolmu, which contains the lives of the peerless masters, overlaps. It is not strange for anything to happen.

The situation that Bukgung-ah recognized was also like that.

Curved land.

She thinks and moves in a place where time and space are distorted by transcendental visions. The moment she steps on the ground may be just a moment from the outside.

That was also the reason why he swore without holding back.

Woodduck-

The sound of bones cracking came out of her black robe that was torn like rags. It was the process of re-aligning the bones, muscles, and acupuncture points throughout her body that had been misaligned due to the previous Moon Valley with the Northern Royal Family’s Donggong (動功).

Shingeomdan Yeouicheonju.

He is a master of the Seom Ye-moo-maek Hwan-ik-bo.

He compiled the six steps to make them easy to learn and then disseminated them to the Iphwangseong Cheon Geum Moo Go, thereby expanding the Seomyeomu vein.

Just as Ma Gwang-ik-ju Cheongmyeong and Hyeol-ra-gwang-hu Shin So-bin widely spread the word about Mu-maek.

Of course, at this moment, the pressure on my shoulders could be released by moving forward.

Damn it.

He steps on the white ground with his bloody bare feet. He takes two steps with his wings. It was a step that broke through the momentum.

At the same time, the ground nearby began to crack into a yellowish hue as it regained its original color. Of course, the comrades surrounding it in a circle were revealed.

Six people stood tall or sat sprawled out on one knee. Their black clothes contrasted with the white surroundings.

Bukgung-ah slightly moved her lips.

“Is anyone dead?”

There was no answer in return.

Only the faint sound of inhalation and exhalation could be heard.

Long breaths of divine energy are being exhaled from each direction. Each person is preparing for battle.

No one has any intention of resting.

The middle-aged man’s voice rang out heavily.

“The career wave is strong. If you don’t want to be crushed to death, don’t release the madness.”

He was the new emperor of the Extinction Island.

A strong wind rose from the folds of his arms, which were thin but looked strong. Iphwangsin-ga Jecheonmu-gyeong (齊天武經). His arms, which had been dislocated in a mess, were put back together with a terrible sound of bones.

He didn’t even break a cold sweat.

At the same time, a large man of the Ming clan stood up from beside the Emperor. It was the Lord of Heavenly Forest, Xiahou Weijin.

“I’ve pulled out the giant’s left eye. Now, I just need to move diligently and make good use of the half-opened field of vision. Oh, am I the only one among you who has truly mastered the divine method of Wind God?”

Xiahou Weijin asks, his eyes popping out with his large fist.

He had his other arm hanging limply, as if he were one-armed, and the breeze twirled the hem of his clothes around him. It was the innate ability of some of the nobles to control the wind.

The Emperor’s answer was short.

“Now the bastard has many flaws.”

Discussing the perfect and peerless warrior, the Six-Way Star Lord Moon-gok. How should he move to kill the strategist who committed suicide?

But for the black-haired ones, knowing the enemy’s status is like breathing. There is no need to calculate it one by one.

Their attention was focused elsewhere.

What all the masters under the Shingeomdan must prioritize the most.

“That. Who would have done that?”

Cheon So-so suddenly said.

Her robe had been torn off by a powerful wave, nearly halfway through. Her skin was white and red from having bathed in blood.

There were many traces of him taking the lead and repeatedly receiving Moon-gok’s blows. His pronunciation was also somewhat awkward.

But Cheon So-so insisted on speaking.

“The right hand man of the agent.”

The one who answered her question immediately was Bukgung-ah.

“It’s Moon Valley. If it weren’t for that bastard’s ‘Nine-Hwang-gi (九潢氣)’, then nothing could possibly crush Jin Yeo-hui Seong-cheon. At least, that’s the only thing on this battlefield.”

Dali’s nine strengths.

It is said that the divine art of Shin Gong Jeol Hak (神功絶學) is one with the scholar of the tomb. It is a martial art comparable to the Hap Hwa Shingong of the Iphwang Maga, and it is said that the clan that never loses its energy only grows stronger.

Moon-gok, in his childhood, learned the art of defeating enemies with such clever choices.

There is no law of destruction.

The stronger you are, the more you win.

“Sir Danju, it doesn’t seem like you’ve shown your true martial arts skills.”

Bukgung-ah blurted out.

At that moment, Mugeuk Jeonju, who was standing up with only one dark prosthetic leg, nodded.

“I was dealing with monsters as my enemy. Looking back now, I wonder how that was possible. Come to think of it, I heard people call me King Ye-yul of the North.”

“The King of the North? When did that happen…?”

“If you were to operate in the North as the representative of the Shingeomdanju, hiding your identity would have been your first priority. It seems like you’ve done a great job with that nature.”

“That’s it. ‘Yeonhwanata Jeongyeonsin’ is much stronger than ‘North King Yelul’.”

“I admit it.”

Mugeuk Jeonju said this while moving his limbs, each of which was drooping slightly.

Although he was in a state where he didn’t know if he could recover, he just smiled happily while talking about Jeongyeonshin.

It was at that time that Xiahou Weijin quickly intervened. In order to cool down the upper chamber that had become too hot to handle, the great lords gradually took a deep breath.

“Every time our great master goes out, he comes back badly injured. It’s even worse lately. He’s incomparably more trustworthy than the Han Chinese here, and he’s also like the youngest…”

“Your Majesty, please be respectful in your words and actions.”

“Wei Zhijie, you little brat. You haven’t even exchanged a few words with the head of the group.”

Meanwhile, the seven great lords were swallowing their surprise at Jinmyeongjo’s sudden intrusion.

They were all regulating their internal breathing, or they were each temporarily taking appropriate measures to address their internal and external injuries.

On one side, there was the silent Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyudo.

The sight of a sword heated by internal energy being applied to the half-torn skin of the forearm. Acupuncture alone was limited in providing temporary relief.

Chewy!

so.

The first priority is to get things in order.

Since they are not purple, they had to look into many things to fight like purple along with Jeongyeonshin. Fortunately, they were very experienced in that area.

No one thought that Moon-gok had died from a single flag wound. At this moment, quiet anger was floating in the white current of light surrounding them.

Then soon.

slowly.

The major shareholders raised their heads.

“… … .”

Likewise, the pure white sky.

The three figures were entangled in a grayish manner and then bounced away repeatedly. It was strangely quiet and still. No shock waves spread.

A spectacle of massive natural disasters occurring in a space where even the slightest sound and large waves are swallowed up without a trace.

All their thoughts and feelings were based on the premise of emptiness and emptiness.

It means that it does not come down to the ground.

A woman with a large body who swings a large sword and hits the swordsman with hundreds of trajectories.

A giant roars inaudibly while pulling out the flag of the Shingeomdan Shingeomdae behind his back.

The sword master who holds the wind of swords that comes in with countless twists and turns, and their ki waves and sword strikes, in a single rusty iron sword.

Among them, there are even new types that occasionally flicker like bats in a dark red light.

“That bastard deserves to be killed.”

When Xiahou Weijin looked up at the giant and muttered.

Suddenly, there were things falling one by one like hail from the sky.

The corners of Bukgung-ah’s mouth slightly rose as he caught one of the dogs.

“Are you telling me to come in now?”

Pills falling from the sky. There are too many of them.

The items that the great lords had been waiting for the moment they saw Jinmyeongjo were the external medicine and internal medicine that fell from the gaps between the peerless masters that filled the sky.

Blood preservation.

It is a distribution that reaches all of Ip Hwang Seong. It continues to turn the shackles of the battle. So that the fate of the Shin Geum Dan does not crumble.

“let’s go.”

Cheon So-so, who had chewed and swallowed one of the dogs, spat it out.

They are the best of Samhwachwijeong. There is no need to sit cross-legged while taking a single pill. This is because the internal energy is used at the speed of the mind.

“When did that guy achieve his goal?”

“Isn’t it more important what the function is? How well it will fit with us and Danju Daeri…?”

Xiahou Weijin and Wujie Zhu were shocked.

Now that we are ready to fight again, these are questions that we cannot help but ask. Even though we are both black, we do not tell each other everything about our current situation.

But that was it.

Without even being able to raise the Antagon to look up, the battlefield that had been spread out in the sky began to fall rapidly downward.

The appearance of Yeomjeong, Mungok, and Geomseong is getting bigger. Otherwise, it means that the altitude is getting lower.

It was because someone had dragged down the entire realm where their power was intertwined.

By holding onto the same energy as the spirit, with the internal energy of a peerless realm.

I could hear voices, even if they were faint.

[What kind of rat are you? I don’t feel any movement! Who dares to lead us down so cleverly?!]

[It’s a mess.]

[Ah …

Three natural disasters fall.

It would be right to tell them to dive. All the space they had spread out was rushing in.

White. And translucent.

The big shareholders were on the verge of encroaching even on the land they had built.

Hooo …

The space where the ‘Heuljudaegaebyeok’ unfolded by the Yukwonseonggun Yeomjeong made all false attempts useless and only allowed attacks directed at her head-on.

The ‘Tongcheon’ of the Geomseong is an absolute defense with a faint sword curtain that looks like a blanket wrapped around an old sword.

The giant Mencius Dugu of Mungok did not allow any energy to be released.

In the reverberations created by his roar, long-range acceleration-based attacks such as tension, sword energy, and slashing attacks could not spread at all. This meant that he had to fight only with close-range combat or pure sword attacks.

Beneath it stood the seven great pillars.

Each of them was as battered and bruised as the hem of their faded black robes. It felt like an eternity, as they were each other’s opponents.

“It has to end now.”

No matter how many people die here, Yeoui Cheonju Bukgung-ah muttered.

At that moment, the thoughts of Jin Myeong-jo, the leader of the Shingeom Unit, who was cunningly grabbing hold of the entangled space with the power of the three peerless masters and pulling it down, resonated like a whisper.

[Silent night, prison.]

Kugugugugugugu!!

The idea that any kind of mind can be expanded in one thought.

There is no delay in the use of internal energy. As a result, it is a state where any great difficulty can be repeatedly deployed in an instant.

It was the Gongwolmu of the New Sword Unit.

“… … !”

The eyes of the swordsman who landed on the ground with a loud noise widened slightly.

This was because the swords made of dark red fog surrounded the three Transcendent Beings.

A formless sword that radiated an extremely ominous aura. All seven swords were floating like prison bars.

Passs …

When Yeomjeong and Mungok slowly raise their bodies.

The seven great lords each held a Dark Night Blood Demon Sword, and were surrounded by a faint white light of light. The blood flowing from their bodies added a dark red color.

The Ming Dynasty’s Black Sword is a master of martial arts.

After the great achievement of Gwangyegyeol, it was even more so. In a situation where there was no one who was not skilled in swordsmanship, it was not unnatural to see anyone holding a sword.

Of course, Moon-gok and Yeom-jeong did not look down on them.

“I’ve heard. Those Hwangseong guys. They’re having a ‘Naadam’ in the land they call the North.”

At those words, the new emperor, who had been silently staring at Moon Valley, responded.

“It’s not the North.”

He moved his mouth slowly.

“It’s a yellow fever.”

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It was a desolate wilderness.

The sky was bizarre, as if the horizon was layered in several layers. The waves of clouds stretched out dimly, damp and dark.

“Isn’t this scenery like the North?”

Mayeonjeok didn’t respond to Yongheemyeong’s question. It meant that it wasn’t a topic worth talking about.

Yong Hee-myeong also didn’t seem to be expecting an answer.

He was sitting on a stone seat with an antique appearance like that of a great scholar. His purple robe was as relaxed as ever, and even sitting on the stone chair, he had the elegance of a scholar.

The demon just stood there, his clothes bare, not to mention the blue flames.

“You are so honest.”

Yong Hee-myeong said with a smile.

Then he stopped whistling and played a tune. The ground on which the two were standing was a land that suited such whims.

Because it was a world where you never knew what would happen.

“Now I can even sense the limping presence. It’s so ordinary that it’s scary.”

It was the babbling of a contemporary Shingeomdan.

However, Yong Hee-myeong’s straight eyes were not smiling. If Ma Yeon-jeok didn’t react this time either, he was ready to kick the back of his former superior.

“Lame. What you felt was right. Stand up.”

Ma Yeon-jeok said.