Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 612

Three Swords (5)

The bushes sway in the empty wind. It feels so quiet that it is hard to tell if it is late winter or early spring.

The one-armed storyteller in the hat, Cheon Geuk-mun-ju, boasted that the next swordsmanship would be a success. Of course, Jeong Yeon-shin did not believe it.

Because the one-armed man who had been stabbed in the back with a knife sat cross-legged on the dirt floor, saying that breakfast should come first.

This is a situation where the heterogeneous void that moves large numbers of people has been repeated several times.

If the scabbard is spread out that wide in space, the amount of energy is bound to be insufficient. Of course, even if time is delayed like this, it is better than running thousands of miles.

“But.”

The blind man in the hat asks a question, resting his sword in the dirt with his only hand.

“Are you going to take that cripple all the way to Heukdo?”

The eyebrows of Ju Gwang-singae, who was being carried by Jeong Yeon-shin, grew dark. Of course, swear words came out of his mouth.

“This fu*king one-armed bastard…?”

“I said that because I was thinking of the old man. That place is a hell of a place for the rich. No matter how much he is, he can’t fight while building a squat. Isn’t the saying “the best in the world” old-fashioned?”

“stop.”

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“Focus on your luck. The Ark Elder has experiences that you don’t.”

Cheon Geuk Moon-ju smiles brightly at his words.

“You’ve climbed the steep slope. It’s a downhill slope where it’s hard to stop once you start… I hope you land well. Not as a hunchback, but with both legs intact.”

The sharp words flowed out as if breathing.

But Joo Gwang-shin’s face brightened. He even snickered. He glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin’s legs.

‘Riding a tiger’s momentum.

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin thought that there was some truth to what Cheon Geuk-mun-ju said. It was only limited to the fact that it was a downhill slope that was difficult to stop once you started.

Swish.

Place your hand gently on your chest.

Now that I have broken free from the darkness in the night sky.

Jeongyeonshin silently rotated the three halo wheels so that they could be used at any time.

At this moment, the two Northern King forces stood behind him, each in their own unique manners. Each had red or rough clothing fluttering in the wind.

* * *

Shin So-bin ran down the hill with her colleagues.

Every time he stomped on the ground, a whitish halo spread from the footprints that were pushed back. It was the lightness of the ten-mile lightness alone among the crowd.

Naturally, she had some free time, and she gently stroked the area under her chest.

“It’s the same war as the Battle of Ip-Hwang. You can’t come out from now on. You have to stay quiet.”

Beep-

“There is no one to protect you. Unless your master, my teacher, is here….”

For a moment, Shin So-bin’s eyes lost focus. She had lost consciousness.

Whether or not the cries of a swallow in her arms flowed out like a human’s reply, she created a spiral current with one hand while running.

The Jeongjongjinki of the Iphwangsin-ga Jecheonmu-gyeong, the blood energy power of the Seomyemu-maek Marajinhyeolgong. A transparent and reddish vortex is created in the palm of the hand.

The dirt floor began to crack and crack.

“I don’t know. I just have to guess. Whether you’ll be okay, when the agent will come, what kind of mind the agent has, all of it… I have to do well in these things…”

This is nonsense.

It was also a kind of secret. A secret of one’s own that was used to deeply accept martial arts. A process of finding the right mindset for beginners.

The unmanned beings then encounter a demonic spirit, and some even fall into a state of possession and then wake up.

In the meantime, there are many cases where people achieve great enlightenment and make progress, or where the flow of their internal energy becomes tangled and they become a wreck.

But right now, there are no colleagues to look closely at Shin So-bin. Right now, the martial arts forces of each northern king are opening dozens of gates and rushing in.

Some even jumped over the entire wall, their numbers numbering over a thousand.

A fight that was decided quickly.

Even though they are only elite units with quick maneuverability.

Kuguguguguguguguguung―!

The wilderness is slowly filled with a deafening roar. The vibrations are also tremendous. Yellow dust rises from all directions like a typhoon, and the earth literally shakes.

There is no black color to lead Shin So-bin.

It had been a long time since most of them had crossed the wilderness and even flew like lightning, knocking back the Great King Vazra and the Goyo Seonggeomju.

Before we knew it, each of them was standing up, holding a crimson intangible sword, but no one’s back looked relaxed.

The hems of black robes fluttering in the wind.

It was just cold.

Even when the Great King Bazra and the Goyo Seonggeomju returned to their original places as if time had been turned back.

Sabak.

The two northern kings were in their original positions in front of the castle walls, as if they were lying. They surrounded Mungok, Jinmyeongjo, and the other black men on both sides.

Bazra opened his lips.

“There are people like you in the land of Heaven. You are the army that makes the emperor a god… You are just as fierce as them.”

There was a certain history in her words.

But this is just my personal opinion. There is no way that the Central Plains powers will come into contact with the Heavenly Kingdom.

The two sides are separated by various mountain ranges and basins, including Mount Everest, so the only absolute ruler that the Divine Sword Sect can face is Vajra.

At least that was the case until the Ming dynasty changed.

The Lord of the Sunmoks, Cheon So-so, the Lord of the Heavenly Dragons, Wi Ji-geuk, and the Lord of the Mugeuk Jeonju, Geum Cheong-won, were facing her.

These two people have reached the level of ‘mind’s eye’ and are sensitive to each other’s pulse. It is already a confrontation where it is difficult to look away. They are the only ones left in each other’s world.

The Northern Kings’ martial arts forces completely leapt over the walls and soon began to gallop across the wilderness towards the Shingumdan.

Geum Cheong-won spoke politely, wiggling his dark prosthetic leg in place of his right leg.

“There is no human being who is cruel without a reason. It is the times that make people into beasts. Just like us in recent times.”

“What kind of beast makes itself into an egg-beating stone? It is because you have faith in God, and that is why you will die.”

The tone was filled with regret. Soon, the air in her hands began to rub against each other on its own. The colorless energy crackled like a long spear.

It is expressed.

The new Indra.

The original name of Vazra was the weapon of the Thunder God of the Heavenly Mythology. ‘Intara’ is an alias of the Thunder God. In other words, she took the weapon as her name and the owner of the weapon as her martial arts name.

Nobody knew why.

But there is no black person who is curious about the secret circumstances of the rival of life and death. How many people in the world are there who do not have a story?

Cheon So-so opened her lips.

“I have to go in.”

“hmm.”

The Great King Bazra laughs, holding a blazing spear in colorless form. Before she knew it, her hair had taken on a light brown hue in the sunlight.

“The god of war must come down, and you cannot enter. I will make this place a red fortress.”

Red Fort.

In the distant land of India, it is on par with the Forbidden City. It is like heaven on earth. It means that it will definitely be protected.

“Then just watch.”

Cheon So-so speaks quietly.

It was almost the first time that the contemporary Shingeomdan had struck first, but at this moment, the cold air of the Seonmokryeong Hancheonmulyubyeonggong spread very naturally through Cheon Soso’s body.

Her blue eyes and long black hair were covered in thick steam.

Bazra takes a step forward barefoot and tilts his head.

“Doesn’t the practitioner of ice martial arts know the limits of the human body? If he overdoes it with the cold air, all the acupuncture points in his body will freeze.”

Regardless of what she said.

White frost rose from Cheon So-so’s black robe, and in contrast to her frozen appearance, her cheeks were tinged with a reddish tinge.

A scene that proves the repeated micro-vibrations at acupuncture points in the body.

Shingeomdan Jeonggadonggong (Shingeomdan Jeonggadonggong)

Chapter of Changryeonghwaju (Changryeong Flower Master)

It is a magic that protects the body like a fireplace in a house. The limit of the ice has become meaningless. In an instant, her translucent energy wave breaks through a certain critical point and bursts outward.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

“… … !”

The lower jaw of Bazra, who was frozen with his spear raised, was kicked by the Mugeuk Jeonju Geumcheongwon.

The Mugeukjeon Gungjin Gakbeop (穹唇脚法). A circular shockwave exploded from the tip of the prosthetic leg’s foot, and Vazra’s body, which had been flying dozens of meters while even breaking through the castle wall, was wrapped in a thick cotton batting.

“I’m going.”

Wijigeuk, who held the rope tightly, soared like a ray of light, drawn by Bazra.

Phew!

Cheon So-so and Geum Cheong-won also disappeared after him as he flew through the ruined stone wall. Deep, frost-covered footprints remained on the walls that were still intact on both sides.

Whether or not the blow landed properly on Bazra, he quickly went inside the black hole.

Meanwhile, the place they left behind. Right under the high walls that seemed to be about to collapse.

Moon-gok and Go-yo-seong-geom-ju did not follow Bazra. They just stood still. They naturally made eye contact with each of the eight black figures surrounding them.

It was a close fight.

In particular, Moon-gok did not let Jin-myeong-jo, who had naturally retreated ten steps, out of his sight. It seemed as if he was hoping that he would come into close combat range.

– Vice-Captain, please hold off until the big opportunity comes. For now, you are our sword.

The Emperor of Myeolseomdaeju asked in a low voice while sending a message to Jinmyeongjo.

“Is Deputy Danju inside?”

It was a voice overflowing with powerful energy, but Moon-gok just smiled as he pulled down the judge’s sword stuck in the wall.

“Well, I’ve only focused on stopping you guys, so I don’t know much about the inner workings of the Black Sword.”

The presence of the six constellations of Yukwonseonggun and Mungok was overwhelming as always.

A walking fortress, literally, where one fist is more powerful than the cannon fire of any battleship. In addition, the Goyo Castle Sword Master, who has loaded a large sword behind his shoulder like a cannonball, is also a problem.

Meanwhile, the Black Sword’s martial arts forces and the New Sword Corps are about to clash, but even the earthquake caused by the footsteps of both sides scatters away without a trace at the feet of the two Northern Kings.

Transcendent beings of external power who absorb power with their entire body. Even though there was commotion in all directions, their feet were quiet.

“Anyway… the traditional formation of the tossing god, the divine soldiers of the Western Heavenly King, the head of the Southern Emperor.”

Moon-gok continued speaking slowly.

“It wasn’t a joke. I didn’t know you would actually enter the Black Island. You have no idea what they will see now.”

“There’s no need to go this far. Bazra is right. It’s a real fight.”

The quiet sword master intervened.

Beneath his feet, the sword strike from the greatsword was already rippling across the dirt floor like ripples on a lakeshore.

The next moment.

“Is your tongue your sword?”

The Gwanggeomdaeju Hakso-seon stabs the dark night blood demon sword that he holds in reverse into Mungok’s psyche. The light of the Gwangyegyeol faintly disperses behind her back. It is a trace of jumping from the original location to Mungok’s face.

Jeez, jeez, jeez!

The dark night blood demon sword that collided with the Heavenly Sword and the World’s Best External Sword was deflected. Following the sword strike that was scraping the Munsabok, dark red sparks shot up in a line from Mungok’s chest.

“This is.”

Moon-gok’s internal breathing came down with a calm voice. Before he knew it, he was holding her left arm with his hand.

“It is a golden thread that split the right arm of the new sword master.”

As soon as you try to find an opening with a polite provocation.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The shoulder of Cheonrimdaeju Hahouwijin dug into Wen Gu’s abdomen like a battering ram. With a single stroke of his whole body, the calming wave of his sword ran all the way to the wall Wen Gu was facing, and with a loud noise, it cracked.

Right after.

The giant was pushed back half a step. The low, back-stepping sound was particularly clear as it swept across the stone wall. A situation with great implications.

“… … .”

Moon-gok’s gaze fell on Xiahou Weijin.

“… I don’t know what happened. Why did you become so angry?”

Suddenly, his hand gripped Haksoseon’s left shoulder.

For a moment, Xiahou Weijin’s right body was scorched by the soft, dark blue flames of the Heavenly Sword, and then Wen Gu swung the body of the Crane Ship at him like a shield.

Wow!

Xiahou Weijin’s large body slipped out of Wen Gu’s embrace like a blade of grass and turned sideways to enter the Ganhap of Goyo Castle Sword Master.

It was because the Northern King, holding a great sword, rose up like a mirage from behind the back of the Great Lord of Destruction, the God of Destruction. It seemed as if the afterimage of the Pure God followed the movements of the Wind God.

Boom!

While Ha Hou Wei Jin deflected the back of Go Yo Seong Geom Ju’s sword with a single blow, the crane ship spun through the air like a pinwheel as soon as it hit the ground and escaped the trap.

It was a vibration close to a full-body awakening that escaped the grasp of Moon-gok.

It seemed like he didn’t know pain.

Gwanggeom (Gwanggeom).

The angry Gwang Ja’s schoolmaster stood up from his seat and spat on the ground.

The hem of her black robe on her left shoulder tightened itself to hold her mangled arm in place, and her colorless eyes flashed with anger instead of pain.

“It’s so true.”

She was brainwashed.

Meanwhile, Moon-gok stares blankly at them.

He had an air of refinement reminiscent of an iron tower. He was the complete opposite of a dignified and noble man, but at the same time his eyes were still deep.

“Where is that fine young lady?”

Moon-gok asked. He was looking for the new swordsman even though there were eight black people in front of him. His words and actions seemed to be filled with the battle situation.

A diamond that is literally alive and burning. Perhaps it is because he is the best in the external world who does not allow fatal wounds to his subordinates. His gentle and destructive spirit suited his large body.

But there was a young man who stamped a sharp object on Moon-gok’s instep as if he didn’t feel anything.

Shingeomsuncheon Namgung Hwasin. In an instant, the earthen floor split open from the tremendous wind pressure and exploded in all directions.

Bam!

From the beginning, it was a judgemental Kirin of the Geomrye Island.

As soon as Jin-gak shook the ground, a magic sword shot out from his waist like a sword, and the sword’s spine stretched out towards Moon-gok’s groin, emitting a long, shining light.

Namgung Hwasin’s clear eyes were telling the story. This was the swordsmanship of the Shingeomdanju.

Jin Myeong-jo’s new form, which had been taking in the two Northern Kings at a glance for a moment, distorted in place.

The gap that Geum Cheong-won had been talking about was faintly captured. Two dark red mists were held in the hands of the new sword slayer and connected like will-o’-the-wisp.

Straight to Moon-gok.

[Silent night, sleepless night.]

A state where any kind of acupuncture can be carried out without delay. The effectiveness of such a Gongwolmu is concentrated inside the body rather than outside the hand, and one seeks to increase one’s own fighting power.

It is literally the pinnacle of Samhwachwijeong. It was possible because his Gongwolmu brought the Shingeomdan Jeonggadonggong to its zenith.

Because even though it is mixed blood, it does not cause any burden to the body.

Kugugugugugugugugu!

Starting with that forward movement, all the strong men in front of the castle wall began to move simultaneously.

Just by taking a step, a blast of energy bursts forth from all directions. It is a great war that surpasses all the battles that have taken place so far.

In that moment, Moon-gok’s palm, which had become pale due to the overwhelming force of his attack, struck Namgung Hwa-shin’s crown with his sword.

Boom!

In reaction, the wind pressure of the deep giraffe lifts up the dirt floor like a tidal wave, and Jinmyeongjo, who has risen up while stepping on the yellow sand like a stepping stone, locks eyes with Mungok.

“… … ?”

Just before Moon-gok’s Sim Yu-gu Hwang-su completely crushes Nam-gung Hwa-shin.

―Actually, I was worried about what kind of form I should give to a special sword like the Intangible Sword. I think it would be good to complete it with a discussion sword when we work on our masterpiece… This is a draft for now, but I think it’s too early to be a drinking snack.

Co-authored Intangible Sword Technique

The Divine Blood and the Star Chapter

Anju (drinking alcohol)

Swish―

Two strands of fog were carved on the giant’s shoulders. Like blood-red paint mixed with oil, the trajectory skillfully cut into the Heavenly Armor. At that moment, Jinmyeongjo’s eyes flashed dark red with the same color.

Yukwonseonggun Mungok.

From the tendons of the best foreigner.

Puhwaaaaaaaah!

Two streams of blood fountains shot out explosively and overlapped each other in the sky.