Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 620

Hongcheon

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Jeong Yeon-shin faced So Cheon-mu-jeok.

Her mouth, covered with a silver mask, was strangely twisted. At first glance, it looked like she was frowning, but then it also seemed like she was smiling faintly. It was a sight that only Jeong Yeon-shin could see.

She licks her lips.

-You’re crazy. You’re really crazy.

-Why the telegram? Are you afraid of being stabbed in the back by the Northern Kings?

Jeong Yeon-shin’s response was calm.

Earlier, when entering the Black Palace, he had taken out the Nanhuaguang Taiji. It was to steal the magical energy she was using and focus it on the two Gohwangji.

It was a place with many threatening entities.

Even leaving aside the other Northern Kings, it would have been right to keep in mind not only Socheonmujeok but also Namjebukdo.

Now, Jeongyeonshin was a divine sword that could suppress her opponents just by standing still.

However, even so, the numerical disadvantage is such that the Battle of Cheonggwangpyeong cannot help but come to mind. How fierce and desperate the battle was that day.

‘however….’

Despite the precarious situation, the mind is still as calm as a clear blue sky.

The silence was thick.

It was a silence created by the three purple robes. In the midst of the calmness like the icy sea in the north, there was a feeling of fearful intensity.

A palace with an open roof.

The gloomy atmosphere of the Heukdo Palace was cleared by the sunlight, and only its faint remnants remained, flowing like clouds beneath the feet of the peerless masters.

Everyone was standing on a sea of clouds. It was as if they were truly beings above the clouds.

A place where living natural disasters gather.

“… … .”

No Northern King dares to speak rashly.

Even a small story could become a variable in some huge fight. If the gods of the upper class were those who reached the heavens, it would be right to be cautious like this.

There were those who did not do so.

Yong Hee-myeong, sitting on the stone throne, looked around and then suddenly opened his mouth calmly.

“Why are there so many monsters?”

Jeong Yeon-shin had nothing to say in response, and instead, Yeom Jeong, who was holding a very large sword, opened his mouth on one side.

“… It was a lightness that you would only see from a god. If such a movement was possible, then you must have intentionally received the first strike from the fighting god.”

“Isn’t that a blessing?”

Jeongyeonshin asked quietly. There was no need to resist as he was being pushed away so that he wouldn’t get attacked.

This was also to guide the absolute rulers of this place to completely complete the formation.

The result is now.

Yeomjeong slowly closed her mouth.

Phew!

The red spear begins to rotate on its own in her grasp.

It was slow at first, but with a couple of exhalations it gradually got faster and drew a large circle. The already uneven and broken ground continued to bang endlessly.

The wind pressure was relentless.

The Heulhwangshipgyeol (屹潢十結), the name of the Six-Won Seong-gun Yeom Jeong, is a divine technique that can even overwhelm Hwan Gang’s Jangbeopcho in terms of sheer brute force.

At this moment, the waves of power were amplifying transcendentally, but no one paid any attention to them.

The kings of the North focused their gaze on the three men who had strange shadows hanging down like dusk, and the three men in purple focused their gaze only on the kings of the North.

The only noise was the smoke billowing from the floor like a dark cloud and the strong wind created by the salt.

The Dharma King across the ivory altar suddenly burst into laughter. He was looking at Yong Huimyeong.

“The one whose face matches the exact same image. That is a ruined sword. A funeral for light is being held in the black world. We too will perish.”

The old monk said as he pulled up the sleeves of his orange robe to his forearms. The thick tendons on his skinny arms were twitching. The space around the joints was distorted, taking on a faint, five-colored hue.

It is the simultaneous activation of the Secret Sect Great Hand Seal and the Five Thunder God Palms.

The absolute ruler of the Western Podalap Palace did not learn the art of splitting thoughts like Yang-i-sim-gong, but he has now reached the state where he can link the two together with only his mastery of the divine art.

Having overwhelming energy while not being at odds with internal energy battles.

Meanwhile, Yong Huimyeong’s eyes were wide as he turned to the war horse that Bukdo was riding.

As the giant, monstrous horse trotted along, waving its mane, Yong Hui-myeong asked Jeong Yeon-sin without even looking at her.

“Your junior had a fight with a lame guy?”

“Yes, just about one palm… .”

Yong Hee-myeong raises the corners of his lips as if he is smiling in vain at Jeong Yeon-shin’s short answer.

“And yet you’re still breathing normally? I thought your heart was beating like mine, but every time I see you, you change. You really work hard.”

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t necessarily say that her own Gwangryun Park Dong looked a little younger. There were three Shingeomdanju. It was something that didn’t need to be discussed.

Until then, Mayeonjeok did not open his mouth.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s young maternal grandfather was silently sweeping the room with his sharp eyes, without a single gleam in his eyes.

Then, every once in a while, my eyes would fall on Jeong Yeon-shin’s bloody shoulder. It was the area that had been hit by Buk-do’s axe earlier.

There is no special momentum.

There was just a certain atmosphere weighing on the air inside the room. Aside from the rotating waves of the salt chamber, a strange pressure began to build up.

It was something that didn’t really exist, but was stepping on the skin. It was something that only a god with a highly developed upper body could feel.

It was at that time that Namje’s heavy gaze was fixed on Mayeonjeok.

The founding emperor of the Qing Dynasty, his whole body covered in dark clouds. The voice of the mighty warrior, already in battle stance, resonated. He was in a state of subtle surprise.

[In purple robes, Jeonggadonggong’s Qi wave… It must be closely related to the Northern Qi. And you arrived through the strange void that was activated beyond the gate. You are a magician who succeeded in returning to the half-way point.]

In an instant, a conclusion was reached. It was also the insight of the sole emperor who looked down on the people of the Demon Realm. Only then did the evil Ma Yeon-jeok slowly open his mouth.

“…you saw it right.”

[This is absolutely absurd. Heaven has been so partial to Geonreung.]

“Your precious shoulders have been subjected to a trivial axe-throwing. It is a sad thing. Those are the shoulders that support the country.”

In front of the power of one country.

He kept his gaze on Jeong Yeon-shin and continued to tell his story. His words gradually gained strength.

“You guys have no idea what kind of years those shoulders have gone through to grow.”

[I know you didn’t raise it.]

Mayenjeok did not answer.

On the other hand, as the emperor of the Demon Realm, the Southern Emperor was the absolute ruler who received all sorts of reports. He could not help but understand the danger of the evil spirits that had been defeated more deeply than anyone else.

It was natural that the Heavenly Sword Masters would not be allowed to attack first.

[It turned out well. The Ming Dynasty’s lifeline is cut off here.]

As soon as the order to the Northern Kings to leave was given, Aesin Gakra Black Ring responded.

The only Northern King among the Southern Emperor’s children, he is considered to be the second ancestor of the Qing Dynasty. He is a being who cannot help but move along with history.

Phage, phage, phage!

A dark beam of light flashes across his entire body. A sense of speed that increases his reaction speed to the limit through brain qigong. Naturally, he does not hesitate to compete with anyone.

In an instant, he dug into the side of the enemy within ten paces.

The palace floor is shattered in a line behind the heel of the Black Ring. The sound of thunder follows amidst the shards of stone.

At that moment, the black ring flew like a javelin and struck Mayeonjeok’s head with its huge shoulder.

Oh my god!

A deep shock wave burst from the temple. In an instant, black lightning flowed between the concentric circles of ripples. Of course, the floor of the half-ruined palace was completely blackened.

The calming method has been properly applied.

As for Mayeonjeok’s previous response, he only slightly put his head on Heukhwan’s shoulder.

Just by that, the black ring was naturally bouncing back in the opposite direction at this moment, scattering the shockwave it had detonated itself.

Kwaaaaang!

He was stuck on the wall of the palace, which was relatively intact. It looked as if he had been hit with a full-power counterattack by his opponent. Ma Yeon-jeok just stood there with his arms crossed. He never once looked at Heuk-hwan.

“… … .”

Even now, the gaze of the Jeonjeon Dae Shingeomdanju is slowly going back and forth between the Namje and Bukdo.

If he took a step against someone, he would definitely cut off their neck, even if it meant suffering great damage. The quick-made alliance had no effect on his conduct.

The Southern and Northern Dynasties were blocked by the existence of the Empire.

If the Southern, Northern, and Northern provinces of the world had joined forces, the situation would have been different, but people, for whatever reason, had a tendency to value their own lives.

Namje thought that he was the only hope for his people and country. Bukdo thought that he was the only hope for his clan.

one side.

thud!

The black ring crashes down the wall.

His shoulders were covered in cracks like broken glass. Blood flowed from his crushed skin.

The translucent celestial armor was completely distorted and pushed all the way to the humerus, violating his own body.

It was like attacking Black Ring with Black Ring’s armor. The overwhelming power of the sword was a complex and sophisticated technique in itself. A power that did not require any other thought.

“A monster….”

When the speechless Heuk-hwan slams his shoulder joint into place.

Before he knew it, the King and the Emperor Noban were approaching Yong Huimyeong. Yong Huimyeong, who was still sitting on the stone chair, just smiled.

“I’m so happy. It’s been a while since I’ve met people.”

“Do we look like people?”

The Emperor of the old Yuan Dynasty. Unlike the northern kings of the Yao tribe, the face of Emperor Lu Ban, who had intact facial features, had a faint smile on it. At the same time, he pulled out a feather from his wide hat.

“If that’s the case, then that’s good.”

The bluish feathers swell in size with a light brainwash. Sword Ring. A thick halo of internal energy surrounds the feathers, swelling up like stars.

There was no particular sound.

A great and powerful man whose resentment for the ruin of his country led to two rebellions. It is natural for him to use such a large amount of energy as he does now.

The Yuan Dynasty’s Geomgang Gongbu was a martial arts discipline that created a powerful empire along with the divine cavalry martial arts. It is not surprising that the divine Gongjeolhak had great pride.

However, Emperor Noh Ban-cheon did not point out Yong Hui-myeong’s arrogant attitude, and Yong Hui-myeong also showed no signs of coming down from his stone throne.

Wooooowowow!!

Unlike Noh Bancheonja, Yong Hee-myeong’s hand let out a loud resonating sound, and then he suddenly pulled out a rainbow-colored sword from the long, cracked space.

In an instant, an enormous amount of pressure settled within the room.

The fragments of stone that had been broken and scattered here and there were crushed into pieces. At this moment, the only thing that was not crushed was the dark clouds of Namje that were hanging low on the ground.

Yong Hee-myeong asked a question with a hint of laughter.

“There are three Shingeomdanju in the same place. Does anyone know what this means?”

[Don’t judge them individually just because they are high-level enemies. Move as if you were on the battlefield. No one should die anymore.]

Before the Southern Emperor could even finish speaking, Emperor Noban had already risen up to Yonghuimyeong’s face and was looking down at him.

The feathers of the large sword, like a sword, fell vertically, and Yong Huimyeong snapped his fingers on his Yonghwan Sword as if he were playing the zither from where he sat.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

Fragments of the rainbow-colored intangible sword bounce in all directions, creating dozens of ripples.

A blurry shockwave slammed into the sword of the old monk, and the Dharma King, who was coming from beyond his shoulder, had to endlessly fight off all the debris with both hands.

Every time there was a collision, the entire palace shook violently.

Meanwhile, Yeom Jeong, who had been spinning the spear like a storm until then, suddenly passed behind Jeong Yeon-shin and rushed towards Yong Hui-myeong.

A long, crimson afterimage that decorates the space. It is a unique form of transformation of a master who has practiced various martial arts, and the immense wind pressure of the Unwol-do is used as a propulsive wave.

thud!

At the same time, Jeongyeon Shin followed her as if it was a lie.

A movement that left a halo of light all over his body. It was bold, as if he was treating the invincible Socheon in front of him as a scarecrow, and the invincible Socheon stood there blankly, as if he had been possessed by a demon in reaction to having his magic energy stolen.

A battlefield where all sorts of causes are intertwined.

A palace where the audience can feel the infinite slowness.

Hwaaaaaaaah!

In an instant, Jeong Yeon-shin reached out to Yeom Jeong’s back. The spearhead of the crimson Unwol-do was spinning, emitting a transcendental wind pressure, but rather than exerting meaningless effort in acceleration, Yeom Jeong spun the Unwol-do behind her back even faster.

It looked like it would crush you if you put your hand in it.

Yong Huimyeong suddenly stood up from his seat and threw the Yonghwan Sword as if he was throwing it away.

Boom! Bam! Bam!

The rainbow sword collides with the sword of the old monk, bounces off the colorful palm of the Dharma King, and exquisitely grazes the sword of the salty moon before being caught in the hand of the pure spirit.

The sword path that ran to the peak of ridicule. The shock wave that followed its trajectory and exploded slowed down all movement in the arena for an instant.

Hurrah!

Jeong Yeon-shin grasped the Dragon Ring Sword, which had turned into a dark blue flame in her hand, upside down, and with a splendid semicircle in her sword stroke, she lowered it to the ground and stabbed the back of the sword.

Red blood bursts out like a shell.

Before he knew it, the black ring of Aesin Gak-ra, which had been covering Jeongyeon-shin’s back, had pierced his torso with the Heavenly Sword. The loud noise spread belatedly.

Kugukung! Phew!

It was a sound that pierced through history.

“… I respect you now. I also know what the cause is.”

Jeongyeonshin continued speaking slowly without looking back.

“If you want to stop fighting here, just tell me. The condition is unconditional surrender.”

[What are you talking about, opening up your mouth? You are the symbol of true fighting.]

A war horse that lets out a loud roar along with the will of the North. It is the moment when the South Jeolla Province has no choice but to move.

at the same time.

The magician took a step forward.