Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 623

Hongcheon (4)

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Jeongyeonshin has been enjoying the starry night.

From his palm, dark blue flames scattered like feathers, and the meridians on his wrists rang and rang, revealing that a great load had been placed on them.

It was the aftermath of an absurdly large sword strike. It felt like the pollen that Taeyeonryong had ground with extreme heat was dancing in his hand. It was ticklish and extremely hot.

‘This level of recoil is weak.’

It was also a single sword that could be swung thanks to the public order. If it had been thrown at any other time, even the three halo rings would have stopped spinning at the same time.

The formless waves of the Ipdogwangye (入道曠藝) that supplied powerful energy to Jeongyeonshin continued to grow stronger without stopping at all.

That’s why the Shingeomdan was approaching the Heukdo Palace.

A force that is pushing back, even if only slightly, the elite martial arts forces of a country.

It couldn’t get any more solid than this.

ha-

Jeongyeonshin’s breath disperses like a white cloud.

It was a time when spring should have arrived in the distant southern lands, but the harsh winter of Ma-gyeong showed no signs of abating.

He slowly lowered his gaze.

“… … .”

The palace scenery had changed dramatically. The battle that had been going on for a long time had also changed drastically.

The dark fog still spreads out beneath my feet. Black fog flows messily along the cracks in the floor like spiderwebs.

However, the walls of the ancient palace surrounding it were different. They had literally disappeared without a trace, revealing a wide open view.

Of course, a cool north wind had begun to blow in. The black ring that had been stuck with the lightning sword had already been carried away to the backyard of the palace.

Saaaaa―

A cold wind that brought the fighting to a halt for a moment.

There are only three enemies standing completely in that gap.

“… … .”

An emperor covered in black magic, a giant wearing a bamboo hat who has dismounted from his war horse, and a red-colored crescent-shaped swordsman with half of his long hair cut off.

They didn’t look back at Jeongyeonshin.

It must be because they are facing none other than Mayeonjeok and Yongheemyeong. In the first place, Jeongyeonshin’s sword was not aimed at them.

The Dharma King, who always seemed like he would survive, was covered in wounds. Bloodstains were spreading across his orange robe made of precious silk.

“This, this is so painful… … .”

He makes up his own words. It means that his back is broken. Perhaps he was impressed by the death of King Chigeuk.

[No one can expand the sword of internal energy like that. Since it consumes a lot of energy, it is difficult to continue to shape it. It is just that the sword strike is overwhelmingly long.]

The male emperor’s thoughts were buzzing.

[It is surprising that he aimed for the formation with appropriate determination and still had strength left. Kings, beware.]

At the same time, a breeze blew. Another spatial distortion. The positions of the Southern Emperor and the King of Dharma were switched.

As the Southern Emperor faced the Jeongyeonsin, he moved the Dharma King to the side of Yonghuimyeong. Near Yonghuimyeong, Yeomjeong and Nobancheonja stood tall, radiating incredible aura.

However, from the mouth of the Dharma King came only incomprehensible curses in Sanskrit.

The only thing left in the palace was a ivory altar that had been short to begin with.

It’s a dry landscape.

There was only one person who brought life to the scene. Yong Hee-myeong beyond the altar. At this moment, he had an expression of bewilderment on his face.

“… You cut down the entire formation? What was it?”

“Yes, it’s a formless sword.”

“I know that, but the power. I don’t know how my body would have reacted if I hadn’t heard the warning in advance through the telegram.”

He uses words and actions that are completely unsuitable for a battlefield. The swordsman of the time was calm and peaceful, unlike those who risked their lives, but Jeong Yeon-shin knows.

A strange sound is always coming from Yongheemyeong’s heart, which seems to embrace the universe.

Preparing something. In the time that Jeongyeonshin gave me.

It was a gut feeling.

He asked a serious question, trying to match Yongheemyeong’s rhythm.

“Isn’t it better than the Yonghwan Sword?”

“It was created by a guy who tries to beat up his superiors whenever he gets a chance, so you can imagine how explosive it was. It was very dangerous.”

“The idea behind making the sword was given to me by my noble benefactor.”

“My experienced eye caught the artistic swordsmanship. Didn’t you say that you once held the Dark Night Blood Demon Sword? I was the one who taught Myungjo the secrets of the Formless Sword. I was the one who wandered around with the Wonpyeong Ilgeomjang among the noble Ming clan guys…”

“Well done.”

“bouncer.”

Yong Hee-myeong then chuckled. He seemed to be enjoying the moment. At this moment, the three Yukwonseongguns and Nobancheonja moved quietly, forming a circular encirclement.

“Look at your maternal grandfather. He will be on the ship soon.”

Mayeonjeok was looking at Jeongyeonshin over Bukdo’s large shoulder. His face was full of smiles. You could see wrinkles that were no longer there.

On the other hand, Bukdo was staring down at the monster war horse with all four legs broken and even its long neck broken.

Bukdo had previously overcome Jeongyeonshin’s sword with his horse using the cavalry technique of Heo Gong-dap-bo.

He is a peerless warrior who walks through the gap of a moment as if it were his own home. There is no way he would not have reacted to the sword strike that was aimed at the entire Black Island. He would have dodged it without thinking.

In the face of the tyranny of the enemy.

It would have been natural for a battle horse to crumble with a flash of blue light. Even if that horse had been his lifelong companion and darling.

Bukdo’s shoulders straightened slightly.

[…three times. Pay back with your death.]

“Yeonshin, this is the shackle of hatred. The conflict between people is something that even the Divine Sword Master cannot cut down….”

Mayeonjeok lowers his hand diagonally.

“That’s how maturity came to be.”

The sword that was originally tied to his waist was now held in his right hand.

It was different from the formless swords made by later sword masters. The name of the famous sword that stretched straight from the hilt to the sword tip was Bowol (保月).

I don’t know when it was pulled.

A natural swordsmanship like that of the Southern Emperor that Jeong Yeon-shin once experienced. It is so strong that you would think you could control the entire world with just one sword.

On the other hand, there were many soldiers in the North.

Swish.

Not only was the sword originally held in his right hand insufficient, but he also pulled out the large axe that was always stuck behind his back with his left hand. It was as if he could handle two giant soldiers at the same time against the enemies.

There was a time when the six kingdoms were one.

It is said that there was a man who was called the God of War, who stood in the vanguard of the battlefield and took the place of the God of War. It is said that he never lost a single great war.

It was a story that was passed down under the name of Cheonha Bukdo.

[You are the embodiment of egoism, so you have never thought about death. That is why you are being killed by me.]

“What do you keep talking about?”

The next moment, the bodies of Bukdo and Mayeonjeok disappeared. An absurdly large ripple exploded right in the center of where the two people had originally been.

The ground that supported the palace was torn apart in all directions. Furrows that were difficult to fathom were created as sparks exploded.

There is no movement visible.

Even the pure white sunlight could not completely chase them away. Only translucent shock waves burst out in a narrow area of proximity.

And only after one breath, the waves of power begin to surge like a tidal wave.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa―!

Shock waves, interlocked translucently like lightning that rewinds time, soared into the sky. Of course, the bodies of two people who continued to strike with worldly blows were caught in their path.

They disappeared into thin air in an instant.

Only traces of the parabolic distortion of space remained. Until then, it brushed past Socheonmujeok, who was standing on empty space, and Yongumsa Temple King, whose neck was held in her hand.

The famous cult leader who failed to become a Heavenly Demon was looking down at Jeongyeonshin from under his hair that flowed like ebony.

Now, none of the Northern Kings expected anything from her. No one trusted her.

“I can feel it. All kinds of relationships are tangled like a thread.”

Amidst the overwhelming noise, Noh Bancheon slowly backed away. Had the tables been turned? It was a movement away from Yong Huimyeong and toward Jeong Yeonshin.

Emperor of the ancient Yuan Dynasty.

Before he knew it, he was revealing his back muscles, which were as dense as armor. This was because the trajectory of the shapeless sword tore through the Pipoongui and Cheondan Gwanggap at the same time.

He asked.

“What is the formation?”

[The supply of Jin-gi has been cut off. This battle support will be provided only with the remaining energy I have. If I don’t fix the drinking formation in time.]

It was Namje’s answer.

This is highly unusual, as the exchange of opinions took place verbally.

Evidence that Jeongyeonshin’s formless sword had even cut down the sound cave of Whipoongnyeong. It was also a guess that the ordinary transmission sound could not help but be caught up in the senses of the contemporary new sword master.

‘The song of the pure warrior has also stopped.’

Jeong Yeon-shin said, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

“I’m still in command of the Shingeomdan. Are you the one who’s in a hurry?”

The sound that imitates the secret of the Kunwangdoeonbeop (坤王渡言法) is different from the whistle. This is because it does not create a space for the sound to be transmitted, but instead sends out the sound like an earthquake.

The sound of Namje’s laughter spread faintly.

[Time is running out for you too. Can’t you sense the immense military spirit across the wilderness? The imperial army of the home country is returning. You must end the fight before they arrive.]

That’s not wrong.

Because the Shingeomdan rushed in so quickly, they ended up having to deal with a small number of elite, fast-moving troops. Originally, their opponent was a country.

It was a huge, silent thing, like a shadow that suddenly filled my eyes.

[Dry soul.]

The hand of the man who calmly lowered his hand. Black fog flowed out in streams, leaving a dark afterimage in the space.

‘Pacheon.’

In that moment, Jeongyeonshin’s right hand became blurry and rose up into the air with a blue light as if clawing at it.

Phew!

The overwhelming pitch-black tension was shattered as it was, spitting out black sparks like feathers in all directions. It only took a moment for the ashen palm of the male emperor to reveal its bare skin through the gap.

The words of the Southern Emperor echoed through the air.

[Despair.]

[Military armor reform.]

[Dark thunder.]

The thought rang out three times simultaneously. Meanwhile, the palm that was about to touch Jeongyeonshin’s hand was retrieved at the same speed as it came down.

At the same time, from the other hand of the man, dark fog tore out into dozens of branches like lightning.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The Emperor’s Heavenly Sword and the energy of passion all hit Jeongyeonsin at once. The pile of dirt that had been firmly fixed deep in the palace burst out like a tidal wave.

A dark blue flame takes the shape of a long sword from the palm of Jeongyeonshin’s hand, tearing through the yellow dust.

Kookookookookung!

The two halo rings that had been turned into a self-defense weapon in an instant were rebuilt in the heart with an earthquake-like resonance, and as soon as the natural power gathered into the blade due to the fierce rotation of the black halo rings, it was at Namje’s eye level.

The moment when the starry night swings from above to below.

[Space curvature.]

For the first time, there was an evasion of the male emperor.

The Dharma King’s arm was caught in the sword path that was burning dark blue. It was a vertical line that cut through the translucent heavenly armor without hesitation.

The area below the Pope’s shoulder was torn apart with a jolt.

“Ugh…!”

“They call it Nadam. It’s so much fun. I could do it all day.”

A panicked groan burst out from the mouth of the King of Dharma, who had switched places with the Southern Emperor, and Yong Huimyeong, who was facing the two Yukwonseongguns again, swung his rainbow sword like an ancient shield.

Beyond the ivory altar.

[The great opening of the pillars.]

The thoughts of the Yuk Won-seong Army’s Yeom Jeong flowed out as if to announce the end of the fight here.

It was a public dance.

Woof woof woof woof!

Translucent colors spread out from her sword, and as they grew larger and larger, they covered the old site of the Black Palace.

A dreamy atmosphere began to flow throughout the space.

One day, Jeongyeonshin was told by the black ones that the absolute sword circle that makes all illusions and trajectories that bend here and there useless. It is literally a sword area that only allows frontal attacks.

Indeed, the seven-colored afterimages that had been released from Yongheemyeong’s swordplay were quickly released and scattered.

A space that becomes absurdly empty because the overwhelming feeling has disappeared. It double-sidedly proves the transcendence of the two beings.

Yeomjeong’s expression becomes strange.

She laughed heartily with a furrowed brow.

[That was all change and emptiness?]

Yeomjeongseong, one of the Big Dipper.

According to old folk beliefs, it was a star that confined, coerced, suppressed, and restrained people.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin quietly gazed at Yong Hui-myeong. Before she knew it, she was standing on the Dharma King.

Saaaaa―

Namje was in the process of recovering the black fog covering his entire body, radiating an overwhelming presence.

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth slowly.

“… This is a Gongwolmu that has no particular meaning to me. Would you please deal with Namje?”

However, Yong Huimyeong shook his head and even shattered the Yonghwan Sword in his hand into pieces.

“Alright. You take care of the emperor of that tribe. I was starting to feel weak after hanging out with three peerless masters ‘alone.’ The Nobancheonja is a variable… I hope you survive and see.”

Of course, you have to protect me as your top priority in the future. Yong Hui-myeong finished his words and threw something long at Jeong Yeon-shin.

Thump-

Jeongyeonshin grabbed it and stuck it in his waistband as soon as he did. That was because it was the Sword of the Spirit. Although it seemed like another sword was buzzing somewhere, he was a young man who could distinguish between public and private matters.

“I’ll leave it to you for a while. Take good care of it.”

“I will do it for you.”

“what?”

“Notary of the Gold Powder.”

In a space where the leisure and class of peerless masters flowed even in the midst of chaos, Yeom Jeong approached Yong Hui-myeong.

Damn it.

[Manggeom. You said that it would be possible for me to become Donggwijin. However, it would be difficult with the sword you have mastered.]

“You’re being too definitive.”

[There aren’t many swords that can stand up to my Gongwolmu. A strong sword that has faced the storms of time head-on, or a sword curtain that has maintained its beliefs even through much suffering… But did you call it a new sword master? You, who was busy deceiving others, are no match for it.]

Yeomjeong turned the sword she was holding diagonally behind her back. In that moment, all sorts of mysterious thoughts seeped into her reddish spear.

Heulhwangshipgyeol (屹潢十結)

The movement of the great heavenly circle.

A sword filled with the spirit of the king.

The space that had received the immense energy began to distort silently. A round, colorless mandala, like the circular pattern of a temple hall, unfolded around her.

Yeomjeong said.

[Namje, don’t interfere. Those damn years mean nothing to me.]

[The tip of the Northern Emperor’s foot is pointed at me. He is the best in the world. Of course, I cannot intervene.]

The voices of the six constellations seemed to fall from the distant sky like stars. Each time, the resonating sound was transcendent.

at that time.

[Then it’s my turn.]

Another echo chimes in nonchalantly.

Yong Hee-myeong, the new sword master.

[Speaking of deception, I know someone who is truly deceiving others.]

He just smiled like a bachelor out for a walk with nothing on his hands.

Doo-woong

At that moment, more than anyone else, from the leather shoes of the Hejin Shingeomdanju, ripples were spreading like a lakeside.

[It’s none other than me. All kinds of desires and conflicts are swirling around in my head. It’s always complicated.]

It seemed as if a roar was faintly heard from afar.

[… … !]

The anger that was rushing towards Yonghee-myeong suddenly stopped. This was because a huge shadow had fallen over her head.

Before I knew it.

The palace was painted in a completely different scenery.

A space created by the divine energy waves of Yongheemyeong and the god of the upper chamber.

It’s swaying like I’m in a dream.

The endless towering trees surrounding the area, the thick scent of grass, and the sight of short figures hammering away at the distant foot of the mountain.

For some reason, Yonghee’s name has disappeared.

There was only a cave built behind Yeomjeong’s back.

It was a cavernous abyss, larger than any fortress. It was so overwhelmingly large that you would have to bend your head vertically to measure its height.

[This guy, what has he been living with in his mind…!]

With a startled thought, Yeomjeong’s body became blurry in place.

Just before she finds Yongheemyeong with her overwhelming light-air maneuvers.

It is triggered as if mocking the moment.

Gongwolmu.

[The Dragon Sword’s Desire for Home.]

-Can I live as a human being?

A great breath of thought resonated behind Yeomjeong’s back. It was a sign of pure power of inspiration, without any technique.

Goosebumps ran down the back of her neck for a moment, but then the pitch blackness that filled the cave suddenly turned crimson.

Woof woof woof!

The sharp blade of salt that turned around like a flash darkens the inside of the cave.

At the same time, the frictional heat of the sword wind, which appeared to be nothing more than a red lightning bolt, swallowed up the salty feeling and pressed down on it.

Kwaaaa …

It dug deep into the ground like that.