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◈ Blind Fire (8)
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The land of the North where a country and powerful nations are united.
There is no such thing as official duties being inviolable. This is because it is a completely different world from the Ming Dynasty, where the official and martial arts world were separate from each other.
To be hostile to the northern powers is to be confronted with the vast northern ’empire’. That is why the northern powers were so powerful.
Emperor Nammyeonneungje.
The place where the Northern Master’s Gongwolmu was performed looked similar to any other ground.
Here and there, in the cracks and crevices, there was a thin layer of frost, and on the boundary of the slightly sunken ground, a small, faint sound of sand falling could be heard.
There were five people in the exact center.
Yong Huimyeong and Jeong Yeonsin, who were surrounded from the front and back by Namje and Bukdo, and Taeyeonryong, who was still tied up in the air, waved his hand vaguely at Yong Huimyeong.
“That guy is still alive?”
Yong Hee-myeong muttered in a flat tone. Then, surprised at himself, he waved his hand in embarrassment.
“I wasn’t talking about your constitution, I was just talking about your personality.”
“Your Majesty, it is nice to meet you too.”
“That would be insubordination.”
Yong Huimyeong casually glanced at Taeyeonryong’s title for himself and called Jeongyeonshin as if throwing it behind his back.
“Junior.”
“How have you been?”
Yong Huimyeong raises the corners of his lips slightly when Jeong Yeonshin asks him how he is doing.
“It’s the North. At first glance, it looks like that kind of scenery… … .”
The end of his speech becomes slurred.
Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at the side of her legs. Since they were back to back, the long sword was sticking out.
The symbol of the Shingeomdan movement.
Even the scabbard looks like a work of art.
A pattern resembling tree branches was engraved in relief and continued from stem to stem, and even the hundreds of scratches surrounding it felt like decoration.
Literally the scars of an old-fashioned battlefield. At this moment, the transparent sunlight was noisily scattered.
As we got closer, it felt far away.
‘Entering the spirit…’
I didn’t look at it because I was curious. I just looked at it because I suddenly had doubts. I wondered if I had the qualifications to call myself a master of the sword.
Not yet.
It’s not like that’s a distant dream right now.
When we look back at the events that took place in the North since the Battle of Ihwang, can we say that he is without fault as the leader of a single sect?
“Junior, you’ll hear the whole story later.”
Yonghee Myung said.
Before you know it, you’re facing the North Island.
Ku-Kung-
On one side, the world’s largest war horse staggered, bleeding, while Yong Huimyeong smirked as if he was amazed, separate from the vibration of its hooves.
“You gave a self-defense weapon to a small creature.”
[Three.]
“You are the North Korean leader.”
[The sword strike that left scars is amazing. Seeing it in person here, it is worthy of being called the best sword in the South.]
“The best in the south? The place I see is the best in the world.”
Yong Hee-myeong’s body, which responded so calmly, was swaying intermittently like a cloud in the wind.
Jeongyeonshin saw right through the situation. It was as if she was feeling a painful mistake.
‘Because the ritual wasn’t completed properly.’
It’s very unstable.
A spell that must originally be created through the caster’s internal energy.
Therefore, the roots of Yong Hee-myeong, the master of the law, still existed beyond the gate.
He held on to the temporary state of being moved, even if it was forced, with his boundless internal energy.
Hurrah!
Because of that, it looked like it was sparkling on the frosty ground. It looked like it would disappear at any moment.
Jeongyeonshin asked quietly.
“Are you okay?”
Yong Hee-myeong smirks with his back to him.
“It’s easy. You worry about yourself now.”
A senior known to have been born from an egg.
At this moment, we are directly defying providence.
Just as Mayeonjeok once ‘tear’ down the night sky while talking about Gongwolmu, Yongheemyeong’s transcendental energy was also at the level of a perfected being.
In this way, each of the past Shingeomdan masters was perfect in his own way.
At the same time, Yongheemyeong’s voice penetrated Jeongyeonshin’s ears.
―In the first place, this function cannot be activated with just one person’s internal energy. How absurd is it to summon a being like the Divine Sword Master from beyond the door at a desired time and location?
-then…?
– Then what would it be? It’s a story about the elders of the previous generation, who lack energy compared to young people like us, working hard in my stead. Inside the door.
Explain the situation with a joke.
But his words did not last long, because Namje had already arrived in front of Jeongyeonshin.
As soon as Yong Huimyeong created a small wave of sound, he took a step forward, and at that moment, a hand covered in black clouds was reaching out to Jeong Yeonshin.
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“Stop talking nonsense.”
The male monk’s internal energy breathing flowed out in a short voice.
Woooo …
A large ripple occurred on the bridge of Bukdo facing Yongheemyeong. Then, for a moment, the wave took the shape of the lower body of a colorless, translucent steed.
“… … !”
Jeongyeonshin could feel it without even looking back.
The Qigong of the Northern Way that was activated at this moment has reached the realm of Master Beomheo, who once created arms with golden light.
The head of the Bukdo wearing a hat was naturally positioned higher. All the spear strikes he hurled would fall from above as if he were riding a war horse.
The horsemanship of a perfect person.
The half-man, half-horse riding style gives off an incredible sense of power. It was a body with extremely strong internal energy.
[There is damage.]
When the war horse, which was staggering and covered in blood, seemed to understand Bukdo’s command and retreated.
bang!
Yong Huimyeong’s elbow, bent back to swing towards the north, struck Jeong Yeonshin’s shoulder blade, and Jeong Yeonshin’s left hand, which extended out like a bolt of lightning with the overwhelming force of the blow, made contact with Namje’s right palm.
It was a straight line.
Oh my god!
Jeongyeonshin was thrown backwards in a frightening manner as she attempted to block Namje’s throw.
It hit Yong Huimyeong’s back with a thud, but at that time, Yong Huimyeong was already swinging up the Bukdo’s Eonwoldo with the Ipsingeom.
It goes without saying that a typhoon-like ripple occurred at the point where the weapons collided.
Kuung!
The ground sank at the advent of your peerless master.
“With monsters!”
Taeyeonryong, freed from the momentum of the North Island, spat out curses.
He found himself facing the Mungok Army, who had begun to close in on him from all sides. The winter air behind him was distorted here and there.
This could be called the last battle of Cheonggwangpyeong. In an instant, the battlefield was divided into two sides, drawing a hazy storm.
A melee breaks out.
Moon-gok-gun, who dares not interfere in the melee of the peerless masters, is joined by Tae-yeon-ryong and the Southern Emperor’s Northern Sword (南帝北刀) and the two divine sword masters.
‘Even if I just kill Shinto, it’s too much for one day’s achievement, but the proxy’s condition is…!’
It was when Taeyeonryong glanced behind him.
At that moment, Jeongyeonshin’s voice struck my ears like a club.
-You take care of yourself.
-Even if you worry… .
The situation where the skirmish that started with the appearance of King Yelu of the North grew into an absurd situation.
There is no way to guess how today’s fight will end, whether it will really end, or how the world will unfold after the current great war.
‘The agent’s preparations are quite thorough, but… those two monsters from the north won’t go away so easily.’
Taeyeonryong thought.
bang!
He was blocking the two spears that were coming at him with both palms.
The red-hot blades suddenly turned into a lump as if they had been heated in a furnace for several days. With a sizzling sound, molten metal flowed out from between Taeyeonryong’s fingers.
“Ugh…!”
“Huh!”
The sound of the owners of the windows taking a deep breath.
He is a warrior from the Yao tribe riding a horse.
They were unable to do anything about the iron-clad Changgeuk as it melted inside the Cheondan Gwangap. This was because the truly destructive Naegeujungsu method transmitted the power of Taeyeonryong through the spearhead.
He is a rare genius in the history of mankind.
The qualities and punishments that came from heaven allowed the Grand Prince of the Hwangbo family to become bored.
As the wick of the candle of life moves towards the tip, paradoxically, the blazing energy of the sun vein becomes more powerful.
Just as Jeongyeonshin’s sense and intuition in battle become more extraordinary as each year passes.
‘hmm…?’
In the midst of the burning pain that tore apart his body more intensely than ever before, Tae-Yeon-Ryong suddenly had a question. Why did Dae-Ri…?
But that too was something I thought I would have to resolve after the fight was over.
Kookookookookung!
The hordes of martial arts that were advancing so fast that even the Taeyeonryong could not breathe. The vibration of the horse hooves that constantly shook his balance. The waves of energy from the Heavenly Sword Armor that each curved in their own trajectory.
He deflects all the axes that shoot out like meteors with his bare hands, and smiles faintly as if he is having a snowball fight with the sunlight that is dazzling the surface of dozens of crescent swords.
It was a near-death crisis.
But when wasn’t that the case?
bang!
A piece of the axe that had burst on the back of Taeyeonryong’s hand flew high.
The tiny piece of iron drew a very long parabolic arc that overlapped the sun, and then fell flat on its face into the battlefield on the other side.
On top of that was the end of Jeongyeonshin’s purple dress.
The hem of the clothes was dyed crimson with blood, and then hardened and became brittle.
There is evidence of him fighting against the Sixth Heavenly King and the Most High Heavenly King at the same time. He ended up killing the King of Mongyojiche.
At this moment, the reason Namje wanted to kill Jeongyeonshin was because of this.
Apart from the fight between Taeyeonryong and Mungokgun, the battlefield of the peerless masters was left in ruins as if dozens of lightning bolts had passed through it.
Kwakwakwakwakwa!
The realm of Gongwolmoo Nammyeonneungje.
A loud noise spread through the strong winds that blew their heads out and dispersed on their own. Dark air currents swept in all directions.
A new model that is fading away in it.
It’s the body of a man.
He kept Jeongyeonshin trapped in a large passage and kept hitting her with the recommended methods, but the speed was so fast that it actually looked like slow movement.
Boom! Kookung! Kookugugugung!
The sound was the same. Every time the initial attack went in properly, a loud noise was heard in segments.
The best man in the north was a person who was perfect in both martial arts and drinking.
A peerless master who encourages the beginner’s training with extremely practical martial arts. This is something that even the Ming imperial army had already concluded long ago. He is a being with absolutely no weaknesses.
Even a perfectly healthy Jeongyeonshin has a hard time calculating the odds of victory, so it is impossible for a body like Jangpo to gain the upper hand.
It would be astonishing to even be able to withstand the offensive at this moment.
He had already killed Shinto, and now he is tying up Namje. The admiration of the Northern Great flowed out from the hazy black fog.
“Wow. Is this the new sword master?”
A phrase spoken while swinging a knife that could cut down even the smallest mountainside.
The ground next to Jeongyeonshin, who had been spinning around blurrily for a moment, cracked open and turned black.
A very narrow cliff had been created. Judging by the vibrations underfoot, the depth must have been at least several dozen chapters long.
But even that was part of the cycle.
Before she knew it, Namje’s hand, covered with pitch-black clouds, was covering her face, and Jeongyeonshin, who had been hit in the back by Yongheemyeong’s kick, raised her sword and struck with the Nine Blue Seongha (九碧成河) of Geomryeoseomneungsik.
Phew! Kookoo Kookoo!
With the power accumulated in advance, the black fog of the Southern Emperor is dispersed.
However, since the inspection could not be perfect, the recoil of the collision was completely accumulated in Jeongyeonshin’s body’s acupuncture points.
I was literally holding on.
How is this possible with the truth exposed on the floor?
It’s because of the intermediate movements that occur every time Yonghee Myung goes to Bukdo. They all go through Jeongyeon Shin behind his back.
The elbows that bend back just before extending the sword, the hilt of the sword that rotates together with the waist when stepping on the sword, the purple sleeves that swirl heavily with internal energy, and even the shock of backs colliding the moment they return after moving far away for a moment.
Jeongyeonshin had the sense to receive all that power with Hwagyeong’s magic and extend it to Namje.
The full body of Jeonggadonggong’s power. A divine skill that changes the direction and form of all kinds of impacts inside the body like rays of light, and transforms them into one’s own martial arts in an instant.
Crucially, Yong Hee-myeong made it possible.
It was as if he knew the flow of Jeongyeonshin’s entire body’s muscles and acupoints, and he was in harmony with Bukdo, applying the necessary force when necessary.
It was not a human level.
Paralock!
Two purple shawls tangle and flutter in the misty air. A sensation and sight of unbelievable beauty.
‘I’m surprised too.’
Jeongyeonshin didn’t have time to look back.
Still, Yongheemyeong was pictured in my head. The image of her dancing with a sword in a splendid manner with a gentle smile on her face.
The twilight was being sucked into the distant horizon.
But the two sunsets on the ground were dancing with swords.
It didn’t set.