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This is the moment when more than half of the seventeenth generation gather together.
The atmospheric pressure on the ground has increased.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, a gale formed that reached up to the sky, and all the flags of Iphwangseong fluttered so violently that they seemed as if they would be sucked into the air. It was literally a fierce fire.
A scene that signals the end of the fight.
A dozen or so flags stand guard over the unconscious Danjudae-ri standing in the center.
The movements of the Northern First have stopped.
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Cheonggwangpyeong became noisy.
It was because of the rolling footsteps that seemed to shatter the vast plain. The vibrations created by the light dash of hundreds of people. The dry ground was filled with a loud echo.
Coming.
“…today.”
It was at that time that the dry breath of a winter day leaked out from the mouth of the man who was wearing pitch-black fog like a dragon robe.
“You win.”
He spoke slowly.
Behind the back of the Southern Emperor, who has yet to reveal his original form, the endlessly long horizon turns white.
The sunset that had been slowly setting down had disappeared without a trace. Only a hazy white glow was left everywhere. It was as if the night had been extinguished.
It was a wave of mad protests caused by hundreds of people.
From afar.
Kugugugugugugu!
The army of strong men is rushing forward, causing an earthquake. The best man in the North can only take Jeongyeonshin’s life.
The Emperor’s vessel recognized by the fighting god.
Nothing was ever done sloppily.
Although he admitted that he lost to Jeong Yeon-shin in a bet he made himself, he is not a fool.
As a being who sits on the throne of a country and carries the clan on his shoulders, his thoughts flowed completely differently.
Phew!
The area of Gongwolmu Nammyeonneungje, which was being harvested without warning. For a moment, the surrounding area became faintly bright.
The man said.
“I acknowledge you as an obstacle to the founding of the nation. This is my foolishness.”
At the same time, a rumbling sound spread from his body and transformed into human speech. This meant that he had used a great deal of his upper body power.
[Dry soul.]
While Namje was assessing the situation of Mungok and Yeomjeong with his Whipungnyeong, he was preparing an attack with his right hand. A palm technique that would render all of Jeongyeonshin’s defensive techniques meaningless.
Woof-
A hand overflowing with pitch-black clouds.
There is an immense friction of internal energy inside. Even so, the reason why the vibration sound spreads like a swarm of bees without even the slightest spark is because the compressed and compressed true energy has finally achieved transcendence.
There was no waste.
Although the transition between the Naegungsu method and the Gyeoksan Tau (隔山打牛) was free, it created tension that even surpassed the explosive power of the Yukwonseonggun Mungok.
Swish.
The giant new form of the Southern Emperor glided towards Jeongyeonshin like a ghost. The air around the hand surrounded by black clouds began to distort and twist.
The Jeongyeonshin standing opposite him did not respond.
His eyes are clearly open, but he is already unconscious. He can only remain still as tidal waves of sand surge past his shoulders, creating a huge shadow.
Kwaaaaang! Jeez!
Behind Jeongyeonshin.
As soon as the battlefield was opened, the clash between Yongheemyeong and Bukdo intensified. They became entangled as a splendid reaction erupted that was incomparable to that before.
A rainbow-colored wind and achromatic, heavy waves, and at the same time, a wave of sand exploding into yellow among the gray, disintegrating new forms at an overwhelming speed.
“Hey, Mr. Ma, I think I need to take a quick look around…!”
[I will not respect your swordsmanship, for it is not a fight but a mockery. Also, I do not have a surname, and my name is sufficient as ‘High Sword’.]
“Let’s stop talking. You talk too much.”
The new sword master and the northern sword of the world.
These beings are so close to the pinnacle of martial arts that if one of them tries to capture the other, the battle is bound to be prolonged.
It was the same even if at this moment there was a sense of superiority in martial arts between the two that only they could feel.
Damn it.
Namje arrived in front of Jeongyeonshin, who was blankly staring at the sight. Following the trajectory of the hand wrapped around a pitch-black cloud, space cracked and split like glass.
There is no more words now.
It was a split second before I could even get out. I just put my hand down.
Kwaaaaaaaang! Kukukung―
There was an earthquake.
Originally, Jeongyeonshin’s skull and blood should have been scattered along with her flesh. However, all that was left was the ground shaking violently.
The male warrior’s gaze lowered, and before he knew it, the old swordsman who had blocked the large right-handed swordsman was reflected in his eyes.
[I know you. Sword of the Night Sky.]
“… … .”
Blacksmith Hyun So-baek only let a few drops of blood drip from under his gray beard.
A figure holding an old sword upside down and blocking a legendary technique. This is a reverse sword holding technique used when one’s grip is weak.
With his old body, he had been blocking the Yukwonseonggun’s Yeomjeong for a long time. Of course, it was bound to be his limit, but even so, Geomseong had pushed Jeongyeonshin back with the wave of awakening he had previously launched.
The pushed back Jeong Yeon-shin maintained her balance, separate from her spirit that had flown away. The appearance of maintaining the dignity of a new sword master. Her innate sense had even broken through her subconscious.
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There were only superhumans.
[That’s amazing.]
Sincerity was evident in Namje’s thoughts.
But that was all. A whitish shock wave spread from the hand that was wrapped around the black cloud like a glove.
Undefendable. That was the secret of the Gyeoksan Tau.
The wave that passed through the sword in an instant descended upon the body of the old swordsman, and immediately dozens of streams of blood burst out.
This was because the world’s greatest power of movement contained thin and sharp blades.
slowly.
The old body falls down.
It was accompanied by the sound of the earth being gently crushed.
Bam-
A rusty sword was stuck in the cracked ground.
Namje walked silently. There was no ridicule or evaluation. It was just the attitude of doing what had to be done.
Try anything.
It was for the sake of the country that would rise in the future. In the same context, he respected those who tried to protect something. Just as he once acknowledged the best and quickest person in the world, Ju Gwang Shingae, as a ‘great warrior’.
Damn it.
Soon, Namje and Jeongyeonshin stood facing each other.
“… … .”
The Han and Yao tribes. There was a big difference in height. They were like the separate rivers and lakes of the north and south.
Jeongyeon Shin’s eyes were wide open and unfocused.
The six constellations of Yukwonseonggun, Mungok and Shintu, Shintu again, and Namje. They were all supposed to be founding fathers or emperors at the same time. They were outrageous beings.
[There’s no time now. Die.]
The thoughts of the Southern Emperor flowed out clearly.
Separately from the echo of the upper battle, the hand that was already wrapped in black clouds was falling on Jeongyeonshin’s head.
It was at that time that the surrounding area suddenly became bright.
[It’s too late.]
With Namje’s brainwashing.
Jeez! Jeez!
Finally, four figures suddenly appeared and rushed in. All of them were waving their black robes.
Their figures slowly appeared in the dark pupils of the male emperor. They were all people who had the appearance of a female spirit.
The first person to arrive and lift Namje’s wrist like a gust of wind was Ma Gwang-ik-ju Cheongmyeong.
It was a movement that completely threw away his defenses, but the sword path that rose up in a clever twist slightly raised Namje’s hand.
The cold blue eyes characteristic of the Ming clan were glaring at the Southern Emperor.
It was a moment when one breath was segmented into hundreds of segments.
Another sword was added to the one that had been blocking. A tremendous strike. The hair of the Great Sword Master Hakso-seon, tied together in a single strand, fluttered sharply like a soft sword.
Even the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
Are extreme situations welcome?
Or maybe it was because they were confident in their defense.
Phage crackle!
Dozens of bluish sword energy were pulling one of Namje’s knees like a thunderbolt.
The magical sword technique that focuses on the shins and destroys balance. The figure of a middle-aged man with long limbs and thin body can be seen over Jeongyeonshin’s shoulder. The Heavenly King of Iphwangseong was holding a sword wrapped in blue light.
Up to here, there are three black ones.
There was one more.
Although he was slightly later than the three major lords, the young man who slammed the flag of the ‘Divine Sword Corps Divine Sword Team’ down at the feet of the male emperor and exerted enormous pressure.
Hwaaaaah!
Suncheon Ikju, Baek Gi-rin, Namgung Hwa-shin gently held Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder and took a step back. The Shingeomdae’s flag was placed in the center like a barrier.
Four black ones. A self-defense weapon stronger than any heavenly armor. The entire series of events took place in an instant.
The male emperor’s calculations were quick.
He judged that he could not immediately pierce through the great leaders of the Shingeomdan. The next moment, he was standing in another battlefield behind him.
Phew!
Moon Valley Prince and Taeyeonryong on the ruins.
In the midst of the maelstrom of cavalry, a single burning leaf was flying around. Taeyeonryong was buying time.
The best northerner, who had been perfected in ten battles, walked through the center.
[Let’s go now. Moon-gok and Yeom-jeong are in danger.]
He grabs the shoulder of the man of the Yo clan who was driving the Taeyeonryong on a giant war horse. He is none other than the son of Mungok, the prince who will inherit the throne of the Northern King.
Kiiiiiing!
At the same time, the fragments of the corpse that Namje had previously planted in the ground began to vibrate violently. The void of the form was spread out over a wide area.
The battlefield was in a state of urgency. Moon-gok’s son asked in a voice that was almost life-threatening.
“Are you planning to take the Ice Emperor’s husband with you?”
[There is no one who cannot become my people.]
It was Namje’s answer.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Tae-Yeom-Ryong’s counter-question was meaningless. Before he knew it, the Nam-Je, hundreds of Moon-Gok-Gun, and even Tae-Yeom-Ryong himself were fading away. He was completely caught up in the Void of Form.
Woof!
Unable to resist. Forced to move.
“What kind of a case is this… … ?”
It was when Taeyeonryong was about to quickly follow the retreat method.
Suddenly, a rainbow-colored sword slash burst out from the edge of his abdomen. At the same time, the body that had been stabbed by the sword became clear as if it were a lie.
The Dragon Ring Sword of the Ipsin Sword Master.
It is a sword of internal energy made up of powerful energy. The moment it touches the Taeyeonryong’s abnormal void is destroyed.
Of course, he frowned. The Dragon Sword was still piercing through one side of his stomach and was making a humming sound.
“Ugh…!”
“Hold on. I stabbed you well.”
Yong Hee-myeong suddenly appears next to me.
Over his shoulder, Bukdo, carrying a large warhorse, was galloping through the air, trampling the pouring sunlight of the setting sun with his four translucent legs.
Kugugugu! Kugugugu!
A wondrous walk in the air.
The Northern Six-Way Star Army was not ashamed of retreating like a seasoned general. They had a completely different temperament from the Southern Powers, and there was no one who could stop their retreat.
This is why Namje took away Jukwangsingae’s leg.
Soon, Kang-ho would find out. The best fighters in the world had disappeared from the world, and all the peerless fighters had become extremely free.
“Are we going back like this? Let’s save face.”
Yonghee Myung grins and spits it out.
Namje stared blankly at Yonghee Myung with his completely translucent appearance, then slowly opened his mouth.
[You should have stabbed me.]
“This guy is about the size of the left leg of the Chadae Shingeomdanju. He’s more important than anyone else.”
[Is Cheonhamok safe? As the years of famine continue, the gates also become more and more violent.]
“Well. Seeing monsters like you striding around so carelessly, I can guess what the northern lands are like now.”
[It wasn’t like this before. I guess the day when the Emperor of Heaven will leave is not far off.]
“This land seems to be waiting for us to meet again. Wouldn’t the corpses of the southern and northern provinces of the world be perfect as fertilizer?”
[Tell Yul that with only qualifications and fighting spirit, you can’t do anything for the cause of a country. The Blue Flame warrior you haven’t brought… he should stay there too. If he doesn’t want to die.]
“I don’t know what the rate is. Anyway, don’t worry about your clan. I hope you’ll get some fertile land soon.”
That was it.
Hundreds of Mungokgun and Namje disappeared without a trace. There wasn’t even a loud noise.
A gust of wind blew in.
It was a red color like the end of a fading sunset.
But the wind from the North could not reach the empty battlefield.
Before they knew it, hundreds of Shingeomdan masters who had surrounded the battlefield were silently looking at Jeongyeonshin who was standing between the great lords.
The halo of light from the light of the unconscious Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes reflects and ripples. It’s as if the eyes still sparkle even after countless fierce battles.
“When, like this… … .”
Yonghee Myung’s faint, empty smile replaced the disappearing spider.
The Emperor’s Palace was moved to the center of the Demon Realm.
I was ready to withstand the combined attack of the Northern King.
“… … .”
The vast battlefield was covered in a hazy light from the waves of the Gwangyegyeol. The shattered ground here and there, the pieces of frost scattered in all directions, and the deep pits here and there gradually brightened.
There is no shadow.
It was dawn right after sunset.
“Dae-ri Danju, I will follow the orders of Lady Jeong Seom-ye…”
In the quiet silence, Ma Gwang-ik-ju Cheong-myeong reported to the two new sword masters. Before he knew it, he was kneeling on one knee.
“The Shingeomdan has gathered.”