Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 626

Hongcheon (7)

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Six stars do not support.

Even in the dim daylight, it fills the sky, and even if it is fatally wounded on the battlefield, it never dies.

So, they are the six constellations. They are stars that cannot be brought down by human power. Even if they were shot down by some divine bow, they would only end up as a daytime dream and they are beings that shine terribly in the starry night.

Among them, the Southern Emperor’s Northern Sword (南帝北刀) is a tribe that discusses the peak in two or more directions.

The rank of the innate spirit was different, and of course, the power of the upper body god did not allow death. In another era, he would have been the best in the world.

A fact well known throughout the world.

Swish.

Inyoung, holding a long hammer like a sword, silently looked down.

A vaguely typified storm was reflected. The river and clouds were connected, and it was spinning like the blade of the giant Pangu.

It’s been a long time since the whole world was filled with a deafening roar.

A huge explosion that seemed to shatter even thoughts was ripping apart the surrounding area. Yuk Won-seong-gun Mugok just muttered comfortably.

“If the life-saving spray penetrated that mercilessly, it would be difficult for even the old man in the North to be safe.”

Natural soliloquy. A characteristic of masters who have had to endure all sorts of hardships while practicing closed-door meditation for a long time.

As the higher the martial artist’s level, the rarer it is for him to be sane, he was also showing a smiling face at this moment.

“But you are the embodiment of the wind of the North. Your lifeline will not be cut off. If you break the opponent’s head, it will be broken.”

It was the brainwashing of a madman.

Meanwhile, snow flakes from Mount Everest, which was a closed place, occasionally fell from his body, because the immense gravity from the suction power endlessly sucked in all kinds of heat.

“… I’m jealous.”

Then Mooguk turned his head to one side and said.

“Listen. That’s the Nadam we wanted.”

Soon an old voice returned from the empty sky.

“Are you talking about the Yuan Dynasty festival? How ridiculous! Just like you said, it’s not easy to die, so you can enjoy the fight.”

Even though it was a strong response, the end of the story was vague and disjointed. It was as if the speaker had infiltrated the surroundings at an invisible speed.

Saaaaa―

A gallop that completely released the pressure of the atmosphere was unfolding. The lightness of the air reached the sky. It was not a human gallop.

“That’s not wrong.”

The shadow of the dance moves the shoulders.

The tone of speech has also changed.

“The best in the world is that old man from Bukgodo. He really doesn’t die. Even when his whole body was pierced like a honeycomb by Geonreung’s perfect move, even when his whole body was shattered by two of the three greatest masters of the Ming Dynasty, and even when that old monster from the Houten Gwangseongja (後天廣成子) climbed on the young Beomheo’s Baekboshinkwon and kicked him twenty times, ripping open his side like a cannonball.”

“… … .”

“Even when he was stabbed in the heart by the Blade Palm Immortal, the leader of the Hyeongsan faction, he held on for months until his body recovered. I saw it with my own eyes. He ate the wife of a Ming swordsman who brought him food while he was doing odd jobs. Oh, the swordsman who chased after him gouged out his own eyes after seeing my hand… It was a shame, but it was a big deal. That’s when the Ming Dynasty’s best sword was born.”

It was at that time that I had a falling out with that old man―

The six-star general of the Bantu Shinpa ended his words like this and then laughed like a monkey.

Sitting on a pure white cloud stalk as a chair, he continued to talk nonsense without any particular reason. He was like the Son Oh-gong from his days as a monster in stories.

“Ah, but I can’t just watch like this.”

The silhouette of the dancer stood up, stepping on the clouds. Her back was turned to the bright sunlight.

“If the North Korean leader becomes critically ill, it will be difficult to negotiate territorial disputes with the Southern Empire. We intend to obtain an autonomous territory where the customs of the Demonic Realm are preserved.”

Phew!

At this moment, the vortex below began to subside.

It was as if he was going to strike behind the back of the demon within. The clouds were scattered in pieces at the foot of the dance. It was a transcendental propulsion wave.

at that time.

“Sit down, you yokai. I can’t see you.”

“hmm?”

The sun-blocked, masked face of the old man looked puzzled for a moment, but then the old man’s voice continued.

“I said that your strangely youthful face was obscured by your size. It was already hot and humid due to the storm.”

“Old man, are you crazy?”

“Get out of here! Is eating people something to be proud of?”

The ray of light, which had rushed in faster than the scream, suddenly stopped just before colliding with the dance.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

All the feather clouds were torn to shreds.

A technique to push away pressure without colliding with the transcendental internal defense wall of the dance. It was a backlash from the empty space step of the lightness technique.

Amidst the seven-inch, cloudy ripples that lined up and drew a circle, the dance was caught in the center of the shock wave and was shot out like a shooting star.

“What an old man with quick feet…!”

It is a cry that is gradually fading away.

The Jukwang Shingae, who had revealed his true form, looked down from the air. He was stepping on the wind with his pale, slender legs.

“Why are those monsters hanging around like that? I can’t approach them.”

It was a monologue filled with complex emotions.

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The whirlpool has stopped.

For a moment, there were things that stayed on the riverside all at once. The senses of the two masters who filled the black sea with loud waves and loud noises. The extraordinary senses were focused on the outcome of the fight.

Swaaa …

The remains of the river pouring down like rain.

The flow of the huge sword wind was subsiding as if it were a lie.

It is a natural disaster that sweeps away people and then disappears in an instant, such as a drought, typhoon, earthquake, flood, or avalanche. It is literally a natural disaster.

In the empty space where such a formidable vortex had been released, Mayeonjeok and Bukdo slowly fell.

The embodiment of the way of hegemony in the world.

A terrifying giant that walks around like a shiver.

Each is a sword of an old country and a general who took the place of the god of battle in the absence of the god of war.

They were buried in each other’s arms.

The Boweol sword pierced through Bukdo’s armored abdomen and even went all the way to his back. On the other hand, Mayeonjeok was blocking the axe blade that dug deep into his chest.

A standoff that lasted for dozens of breaths.

The spirit of the North Island resonates.

[To deal with someone like you, your reason must shine like the North Star. Even if I am angry at losing my companion, it is the same.]

This means that he was always prepared to counterattack. He could cut through the storm and stab the enemy with his axe the moment they got close.

He was also a part of Gongwolmu’s ‘North Wind of Daema’, so it was transcendentally natural.

Slap.

A northern island that steps on the river’s surface as if it were ground.

The dark water rippled, and dark red blood gently scattered beneath the water. Ma Yeon-jeok looked down at Buk-do while trampling on his knees.

It was a natural movement of climbing up and down the river.

A sight that proves that they have strength in each other. The practitioners of the martial arts of Paedo, who are infinitely close to the top of the world, still had a lot of strength left even after releasing the Gongwolmu.

The story of Bukdo continued quietly.

[This is the spirit that our clan should pursue. The fate of the Yao tribe, where if you don’t fight, it will be taken away, and you will never be able to lift a farming tool… I am very happy thanks to you.]

Mayenjeok did not answer.

The outcome was clear. The piercing wound inflicted by the Bowue Sword was truly fatal.

Earlier, Bukdo had turned his body to the side, but even so, the skilled sword followed and pierced his lungs.

At the same time, the great power contained in the Boweol Sword completely destroyed the bones and organs surrounding it.

Thud— thud—

However, the bodies of the two people were still continuously emitting strong energy waves like heartbeats. It was the vitality unique to a peerless master.

Beings whose innate strength reaches the heavens.

Even the northern part is the direct descendant of the Ma-gyeong. The Yao tribe that considers the north as their homeland. A clan that fights in the north.

It is said that if you combine the six stars of the Magic Mirror, a constellation called the Fighting God is created.

Among the six star forces, the symbol of Cheonha Bukdo is the inexhaustible vitality and overwhelming breakthrough power. All of these are close to being the best in the world, so it is worthy of claiming to be the direct successor of the Demon Realm.

so.

Still able to move.

Jeokjeok-

The blade of the axe from the north sword dug deep into Mayanjeok’s chest, even if it was only a little. It went all the way to the Okdanghyeol (玉堂穴) of Myeongchi.

The area before the break.

At the same time, a thunderous sound flowed out from within Mayanjeok’s body. It was a sign of possession by Juhwa, and if you went a little further to the side, you would find his heart.

A monstrous strength was sprouting from the palm of his hand that held the large axe handle.

It’s a yoke. It’s a yoke.

Mayeonjeok’s lips slowly rose.

“Your spirit is worth using. You’re just a gongwolmoo.”

[I have a question.]

“Speak up.”

After casting Gongwolmu, there was a crack in the middle of the inner sanctum. Even if I killed Bukdo and reached Heukdo Palace in this state, I would immediately become a burden to Jeongyeonshin.

Or so.

It would be better for me to die by myself.

At that moment, Bukdo spoke. He was spreading divine power with his axe-holding hand.

[Your life-saving plan wasn’t like this.]

“It is natural for things to change. Where in the world of martial arts is there anyone who has not experienced the hardships of life?”

[You are not. Of course, I know because the Aesin Gak-ra family and Yeo-ryeong have read your life.]

“What?”

[The previous divine sword masters were the targets of the Ma Kyung Gang Ho’s attention, and your Gong Wol Moo always grew stronger in the same form. The arrogance that the divine sword of a country would never rust, the countless deaths of his subordinates, the people’s livelihood ruined by the oppression of Sima Oedo, the wounds suffered by his wife before she grew up (the death of his wife), and the separation from that daughter…]

It was a voice filled with a rustic joy, like a northern song. Bukdo finished speaking slowly.

[You were all a failure. A life of a loser who always wants to turn back time. A life filled with regret.]

“It’s getting a little hectic.”

[But as a warrior, it is the right life to live, so even the previous shaman, Jang Moon-in, wanted to receive your blessing. That is the Gongwolmu. Why did it change only now?]

But Mayeonjeok just laughed.

“A guy who’s going to die soon.”

[Respect this body. I am the direct descendant of the Demonic Clan who cannot die from these scars, and the Demonic Realm can only keep its divine soul under my guidance.]

The idea comes out in elegant Chinese characters.

At the same time, a jingling sound came from the handle of the sword that Bukdo was holding. The power of the sword began to accumulate in a state close to death.

It was also the life force of the Dalli Yukwonseong Army.

A power not permitted to the Han people.

[The burden is great. You must never die in vain. Close your eyes.]

“You stupid bastard.”

Mayeonjeok’s mouth moved slowly.

“Do regrets in life come only once and then stop?”

Suddenly, from the sword stroke of the Boweol sword that pierced through Bukdo’s back, a bluish spark settled on the surface of the water like a flower petal. It was like the tears of an old man, which usually ended with just a few drops.

Woof-

It was when faint concentric circles spread across the lakeshore.

Centered around a single blue spark.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The space, a hundred sheets in diameter, shrank in an eerie instant.

For a moment, the river was swept into a gigantic hemisphere. Even the sunlight pouring down from the sky began to bounce here and there, and began to bend in all directions like the trails of a meteor shower.

Like the streams of trouble that always stir up the lives of the new sword masters.

“… … .”

A place where the sky and the river completely disappeared, as if the universe was filled with nothingness.

It forces silence. It is a space of annihilation.

It was a martial art that could only be stopped by killing the enemy at the same time.

within.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwa―!

The storm, which had grown increasingly large, began to fill the empty space, swirling like a tidal wave with spray.

[Chain, quake…?]

The will of the North Island leaked out from within the shattered space. The body that had been so strong as to be transcendent was compressed into blue flower petals and disappeared.

The only one with a complete body is Ma Yeon-jeok, who sheds tear-like flames with a single sword.

[In the end, like this.]

Before his eyes, a hazy wind floated dangerously like a will-o’-the-wisp. Without any sign or special shape.

It is the remnant of the North Way. The petals of the blue flame had even crushed the spirituality of the upper chamber of the Six Heavenly Kings.

[Mixed with the flowing wind…]

The deep regret ended there.

Before Mayan’s white breath could turn into a deep breath, the source of his thoughts had disappeared without a trace.

Complete death.

Mayeonjeok slowly straightened his back in front of him.

Slap.

Before I knew it, I was walking on the river water as if it were the bottom, and my leather shoes were repeatedly digging under the water’s surface and then rising to the surface.

However, after releasing the Gongwolmu Two-Strike (二聯擊) with a nonchalant expression, the unstable Dengpyeongdosu could not harm his perfection.

My body was tied up so tightly that I couldn’t even move from my spot, let alone step into the celestial realm again.

Kurung-

The flow of possession by magic that he had experienced ever since he first entered the martial arts world was rushing into his body like a lightning bolt.

Even though it was severe this time, his face remained calm.

Soon, Mayeonjeok’s gaze turned to the Heukdo Palace across the river.

The palace that had once stood tall and proud has completely disappeared, and now the land is slowly rotating, covered in thick black fog like an abyss, covering the old palace site.

The previous and current Shin Geum Danju are there.

“… … .”

Another finisher.

The energy of the Ipsin Geomju Yongheemyeong was faint.