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Hongcheon (2)
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Today’s gangsters.
He had thick, handsome features. Rather than being a transcendent being, he looked like a strong sword sculpted into a human face. Yet somehow, he had the face of a man who might have a child.
The word multifaceted was right.
Damn it.
Leather shoes that open the ends of old pink boots without hesitation. The gait is not as heavy as that of a nickname.
All I could feel was the thick, muscular feel of my legs, above my ankles.
But it forcibly grabs people’s attention.
Then, when the crowd suddenly came to their senses, Paehyeop found himself staring at the presence of the being he had chosen. Now, it was Bukdo.
Ma Yeon-jeok looked up at the giant Transcendent being riding a horse. He was carrying a backpack on his back like an old man.
“That axe must be a divine weapon.”
It was a tone that said that it had to be that way.
A stubborn temperament flows from all his actions. The way he stares blankly at the blood-stained axe blade of Jeongyeonshin.
In fact, Bukdo was holding a long sword with an axe stuck in his waistband.
[Of course it is a new soldier. Even the thin wind of the north wind changes into a new soldier when caught in our hands. Since it is the third of the previous generation, you should know it well.]
“What the hell are you talking about?”
When Mayeonjeok, who had clenched his fists lightly, responded dryly.
The war horse of the North Island raises its forelegs like a lightning bolt striking backwards.
A jockeying technique faster than any sound. As soon as the shadow of the man and horse covered the magic circle, an overwhelming sound burst out from the two horses’ hooves.
Jjeong!
The wind pressure that crushes and annihilates the wave of hazy power of the dagger. It is the long-range dagger brought about by Mayan’s hand gesture.
His prey was clearly visible. This was because the space itself was distorted. The tension (palm force) rose to the level of the war horse’s hooves, and even to the point of almost completely splitting the upper body apart.
[Ridiculous.]
The thought of the North Road struck and rang out for a moment. It felt like he had prepared for such a fatal blow.
It took only a moment for him to step on the long neck of the war horse and cut off the pulse of tension with his sword.
A giant spearhead floats through the distorted space.
Kwak- Kwak- Boom-!
A loud noise that erupts after a brief moment of strange interruption. This is because the firing power on both sides was incredibly strong.
At that time, Bukdo’s eyes were filled with leather shoes. The empty and empty path that destroyed the atmosphere of exchange. Before he knew it, he was standing at the opponent’s eye level with his back to the ground.
Suddenly, the scene of the head of the North Island being trampled unfolds in segments like the flapping of a moth’s wings.
It was too fast.
bang!
The northern sword, which had been struck with a hand axe drawn out like lightning, landed with the war horse. The loud noise that shook the palace floor so violently continued to the wall at the back.
Jeongyeonshin was pinning the Yonghwan Sword that came out from behind Aesin Gakra Heukhwan into the palace wall.
“… … !”
It was an unstoppable sword force.
Fragments of the blade, discolored to a dark blue, flowed down here and there. A sight that pinned the next emperor of the Demon Realm to the wall.
Jeongyeonshin whispered softly to Heukhwan.
“Don’t move. If the sword is pulled out, you will die.”
“It shouldn’t have been this much…!”
When a deep, angry sigh flowed out from under Heukhwan’s long mustache, Yong Huimyeong’s voice suddenly rang out from afar.
“Did you find it useful? I’ll take it back. I’m in a hurry too.”
The Yonghwan Sword, which had been ringing on its own, was pulled out from Jeongyeonshin’s grasp like a ray of light and flew back to the stone chair at the top.
At the same time, the sword’s body shed its dark blue glow and regained its rainbow color.
Before blood could burst out from Heuk-Hwan’s abdomen, Jeong Yeon-Shin grabbed the lightning bolt that he had pulled out and stuck it back into Heuk-Hwan and the wall.
Kookookookookung!
Following the picturesque trajectory of the sword strike, a belated shock wave follows, creating a blurry ripple.
“If the sword is pulled out, you will truly die.”
Jeongyeonshin whispered again. For a moment, the black ring emitted a transcendent black light, then revealed the whites of both eyes.
He had fainted for a moment. But that was only for a moment. In less than a breath, he lowered his eyes on his own and regained focus.
This is what happens when the vitality unique to a peerless master is mixed with the sturdiness of a warrior.
at the same time.
A long shadow was cast on Jeong Yeon-shin’s back.
“… … .”
The shiver that was already imprinted on my body ran down my spine. It felt like it was freezing every acupoint in my body to the bone.
It was none other than Namje’s approach.
There is only one person in the whole world who possesses this kind of presence. That is why he is the best in the North. He is someone who possesses the capacity of an emperor and the power of one person underground and ten thousand people above.
Jeongyeonshin ignored it.
Damn it.
Naturally, I step on Heukhwan’s knee and stand up. Our eye level is now aligned.
The successor of the Southern Emperor, who still glares with awe. The Northern Emperor, who even made his older brother, who was a very strong candidate to become the next emperor, kneel down without a fight. He would not be defeated by anyone in a fight of wits.
Heukhwan spoke in a low voice.
“I know why the Dragon King turned his back on you. You are a divine sword, not a vessel for humans. It has been like that ever since the moment you set foot in the Demon Realm.”
[Northern Qi, stop.]
Meanwhile, Namje was completely possessing Jeongyeonshin’s back like a ghost.
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Jeongyeonshin hit Heukhwan’s head seven times with her hand that was holding the sword.
It took a breath for the graying hand to go back and forth between the close-range punches. The actual loud noise from the consecutive explosive waves of firing power was only once.
Kwaaaa …
The wall behind my head was deeply eroded like a spider web. Jeongyeonshin’s whispers were superimposed on the tremendous vibration.
“You must not die. You are the turning point of the world.”
“… … !”
Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at Heuk-hwan, who had completely rolled his eyes this time, and turned around. This was why she thought that Cheon Dan-gwang-gap was good.
This is because it made it easy to subdue your opponents like a god from outside the heavens.
‘It won’t break if there is no overlap.’
Meanwhile, he threw his shoulders back while in the air. It was a movement that seemed to have added the shoulder dance of the new method, the wind god and the Jukwang Shingae.
Phew!
The male sword that had been thrusting up to my eyes brushed the tip of my nose and fell. The internal defense barrier on my face wavered translucently as if it had been hit by an earthquake for a moment.
As the aftereffects of the sword trembled violently and the self-defense technique was weakened, Jeong Yeon-shin spun around like a leaf flowing like water and passed Nam-je. In an instant, their backs faced each other.
In that state, Namje said.
[Did you inherit the open-minded spirit?]
“In the process of succession.”
[The greatest swordsman in the world… There will never be another threat like that in our country.]
“It might go faster if you drink alcohol.”
Jeong Yeon-shin slowly turned around and continued speaking with a calm expression.
“If you offer me a drink, I’d be willing to accept it.”
At the same time, the gaze of the Southern Emperor pierced through the thick fog. The divine eye method, the Mangnangan (望狼眼). It was a deep and dense gaze that originated from the pitch-black light.
[… … .]
At this moment, the expression on Jeongyeonshin’s face that the Northern Leader glanced at was somehow calm, like clouds flowing across the night sky, rather than indifferent.
The resentment like moonlight was repeatedly obscured by something, then revealed, and then blurred again.
A man like Namje would immediately recognize what it was: none other than a great cause.
[… Regardless of the direction of change, I have seen someone whose temperament changed so drastically like you. A monk who once held a retreat in this land and returned was like that. Beom-heo. The chief priest of Shaolin.]
“I met another grandfather in this land. A benefactor who deserves three years of mourning.”
Jeong Yeon-shin answered calmly.
By that time, the winds distorted by the peerless masters filled the air in all directions. Of course, the hall was filled with a loud noise.
Nevertheless, Jeong Yeon-shin’s voice was clearly heard in everyone’s ears.
“… … !”
A sword stuck in Bukdo’s waist and a powerful side muscle that was crushed with one blow.
Yonghee Myung sweeps away the net-like trajectories of the red crescent sword, the five-colored double-edged sword, and the feather-laden sword with his rainbow-colored sword strike.
The demon is on the right, the ruined sword is on the left. They have a slight advantage and a clear disadvantage respectively.
At the same time, a balance that could collapse at any moment was gradually taking control of the palace. It was as if an invisible wall had been created between the battlefields.
Puhwaaaaaaaah!
On all sides of the walls, hazy dust explodes like a star cluster, while absurdly condensed and condensed waves of light crash into each other, releasing suppressed shock waves.
Just by that, the palace began to collapse completely, pouring out black stone dust like a waterfall.
Socheonmujeok, who was holding the back of the neck of Yongumsa Temple King, was now looking down from the air.
In the center were Jeong Yeon-shin and Nam Je.
[Please give me a drink…]
The man continued speaking slowly.
[I already want to work with you on a masterpiece. However, I have no intention of doing so. If we do not open up our country, we will perish in this troubled era. There are too many lives on my shoulders to find another way.]
“Then we should compare martial arts.”
Jeong Yeon-shin clenched and unclenched his fist with his bare hands. His chivalry was based on the beliefs of the Shingeomdanju, and he was not weak, even though he followed the greater principles.
at that time.
“Take it easy on him…!”
From the left, Yong Hee-myeong’s voice flowed out calmly.
Before he knew it, his stone throne had been shattered into pieces. At this moment, he was falling while stepping on the stone fragments and pressing down on the Dragon Ring Sword with his giant crescent sword.
At the same time, the feather of the Nobancheonja, enveloped in bluish starlight, struck Yongheemyeong’s back.
Hwaaaa …
In an instant, a rainbow-colored scale-shaped inner defense wall was revealed. Yongheemyeong’s self-defense technique. It was a technique that even Jeongyeonshin had never seen before.
At this moment, sparks were flying brilliantly due to friction with Geomgang, which meant that he was gradually being driven into a corner.
It is only natural that it would be difficult for anyone to withstand the combined attack of the Yukwonseonggun Yeomjeong and the Northern King.
It was at that time that the old monk of the Western Regions, who seemed to be observing from afar for a moment, echoed the thoughts of the Dharma King.
[The resentment is eradicated.]
It was Gongwolmu. It was first used in the palace. It was a technique that penetrated the life of a peerless master in one hand. In an instant, the right hand of the king burst out with an overwhelming resonance like a gong and turned a dazzling pure white.
bang!
At the same time, Namje stomped his feet in place.
Kugugugugugugugugugugugugugu!
A tremendous vibration spread throughout the entire Black Island. The scale was different.
A national formation built by drawing in all sorts of precious Dharma treasures and the art of collecting true energy, as well as the innate energy of the corpses that had accumulated under the ground of the Demon Realm.
[Change, I know.]
With just one gesture from the male master, the traditional power of the magician is fundamentally changed. The magic is twisted so that the power of the magic is completely concentrated on oneself.
He who has set foot on the dark path.
It’s like entering the territory of the Southern Emperor.
Woof woof woof!
For a moment, the space inside the palace formed a dizzying circle like a translucent mandala.
The stone fragments that had been lying at Jeongyeonshin’s feet were pushed ten feet away as if it were a lie, and the head of the Heavenly Palace King, which had been thrown far away and rolled around, ended up at his feet instead.
The Emperor’s martial arts.
With overwhelming force that pushes and pulls everything, even the inside of the palace is shaken. It is a function that changes the layout of the battlefield at will. It seems as if it is teasing the space.
at the same time.
Phew!
“… … !”
Namje, who was staring at Jeongyeonshin, and Beopwang, who was about to launch a palm-like Gongwolmu at Yongheemyeong, switch positions.
Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes met with the Dharma King’s, who was bowing down nearby, his hands turning white.
The right palm.
It was only a moment before an unknown force of lightning struck Jeong Yeon-shin’s abdomen. It was at that moment that Jeong Yeon-shin grabbed the king’s right palm, a moment that seemed like an eternity.
The young sword master was already preparing his own sword with his bare hands. It had been a long time since he had reached this moment.
Breaking the heavens.
Kururururung!
Jeongyeonshin slowly raised her arm. It was not the hand of the Dharma King, but a faint glow of light that was coming up.
The strength of the palm that had previously dyed the Dharma King’s robes white was being removed, as was the heavenly armor he was wearing, like a fur coat made of light.
“… … .”
For a moment the battlefield stopped.
“Are you cold?”
Jeongyeonshin asked quietly.