Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 627

Hongcheon (8)

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Gongwolmu is the art of time.

It takes a long time to develop, and a lot of internal energy breathing is required before casting. Naturally, the battle of life-saving techniques is also a battle of wits, with each side observing the other’s moods and chemistry.

It takes a long time.

The same was true for the peerless masters of Heukdo Palace.

In preparation for the intense movement, he fills the veins of his entire body with the friction of true energy, firmly fixes in his mind the intention to enter the upper trance, and endlessly increases the sophistication of the fine muscles that are directly connected to the accuracy of the divine secret technique, as if he were practicing closed-door training.

The path you take will be adjusted to suit the enemy’s movements and environment.

That is, you go into battle while preparing for the Gongwolmu.

The final method of piercing through one’s entire life. It inevitably places a huge burden on the entire body, making it extremely difficult to let go of one’s life outside of the world.

Only a very small number of exceptional people can perform the Gongwolmu in an instant.

However, the peerless masters of the Black Palace took a deep breath for another reason. It was to make sure that they would defeat the Northern Emperor who had been resurrected despite having died once.

They were looking at each other’s self-defense and vitality as if they were monsters.

“… … .”

The sky was reddish.

The sparks of Yong Huimyeong’s Gongwolmu and Yonggeom Manghyang were mixed in the clouds.

Was it because it had risen on the cold north wind? It was a landscape that had turned red from the aftereffects of the sword power that was like the breath of a dragon. It seemed like an untimely sunset had arrived.

Before we knew it, even the black fog that surrounded all directions like an abyss could not block the sky.

Even the fog of internal energy that would have encouraged the northern best was pushed away by the traces of the power of Yongheemyeong.

It was the most overwhelming sword wind in Jeongyeonshin’s entire experience. In reality, it was right not to expect anything more from Yongheemyeong.

Namje also had an eye for such circumstances. Rather than being wary of Yong Huimyeong any longer, he suddenly discussed a different situation.

[The hypocrisy and the evil… I couldn’t take into account the variables of the new sword master. This is an obvious result.]

As always, the voice was flat. However, there was a strange feeling, however faint.

Meanwhile, the King of Dharma and Emperor Noban had expressions of shock even in the midst of the thick fog of the Gongwolmu that had become as thick as the morning fog. In particular, the King of Dharma’s face was clearly filled with disbelief.

[Heaven, Ha, Buk, Do, Ga…!]

After the spirit of the person who was the embodiment of war was crushed under transcendent pressure.

Even the most skilled practitioners, as well as those without a sense of qi, could not help but feel it. The presence that seemed to fill the magic realm alone was now left as an empty space.

at that time.

Suddenly, Yonghee Myung chuckled and took his foot off the ground.

“It was over in the blink of an eye. Well, at that age, if you’ve been through half-life, you should be able to earn at least that much money for a meal.”

The sword of the Ipsin Sword that was brought back from Jeong Yeon-shin is hung diagonally.

“Well, whatever… … .”

While other peerless masters were endlessly increasing the perfection of Gongwolmu with fifteen long inhalations and exhalations, Yong Huimyeong calmed the aftereffects of Gongwolmu with deep internal energy breathing.

Then, after regaining his usual relaxed expression, his face was colorless with his extremely exhausted vital energy.

“If we continue to confront each other, I will collapse from exhaustion.”

He began to walk slowly towards the three absolute beings of the enemy side. It was a sight so natural that it seemed terribly unrealistic.

Although Jeong Yeon-shin was worried about her grandfather’s condition, she had no choice but to quickly send a message.

-What are you doing?

―I guess it’s hard for me to attend the banquet of the life-saving festival right now. I’ve become quite tired because of the author Yeomjeong and the two northern kings… Above all, the first thing you’re preparing is too big. Your temperament is the complete opposite of Ipdo Gongwol, so you’ll need to buy some time.

That’s ridiculous. Jeong Yeon-shin clenched and unclenched her hand, which was rippling with dark blue light.

Immediately, the entire ruins shook violently, and even the pitch-black fog billowed like waves.

Kugu Palace―

Even though it could have been mistaken for a water drop, there was no movement from the Namje side. This meant that they were pouring transcendental concentration into Jeongyeonshin. They were not falling for any pretense.

Yonghee Myung was the same.

―Don’t do useless things. There is no one here who doesn’t know that you are the strongest. If only the emperor of that tribe didn’t have the black sword formation, the fight would have been twice as easy… Really.

―Please just encourage my exquisite refinement. Please wait.

―I’m sorry, but that’s going to be difficult. If we leave it like this, it won’t be a fight between three and two. It’ll just be you alone dealing with them. Just watch.

Yong Hee-myeong’s words continued slowly.

―…What is the Ipsingeomju?

That was it.

The sound was no longer audible, like a collapsed cave in a starry night.

And Yong Huimyeong was swinging his sword in front of Namje. Lee Hyeonghwanwi. A rainbow shimmered softly along the trajectory of the afterimage that suddenly appeared.

Yonghwanmun, Manuijeryonggeom (萬意制龍劍)

Falling solar eclipse

bang-!

It was a split second. The sound of an explosion erupted from the light sword strike, like the whip of a medallion, but for a moment, the sound was completely buried in the suppressed shock wave and swallowed up by the black fog of the Southern Emperor.

A sight of fragments of black fog fluttering left and right like feathers.

It’s a cruel world.

Through that gap, Namje’s thoughts spread.

[It’s useless.]

“Is that so?”

You can tell just by looking at his purple back. Yong Huimyeong was smiling.

At that time, the power of the Dharma King and the Heavenly Emperor on either side of him was already distorting the space, and each of them collided with the fragments of the harsh realm and scattered like a breeze.

It is the skill of a swordsman.

At the same time, Yonghee Myung leaps backwards and spins around like a whistle. With an incredible sound of cracking, two shock waves repeatedly collide from the white blade of the sword that draws a circle.

The fist of the Dharma King that came rushing in with a chain reaction, and the feather of the Emperor of Noban that cut through the air while preparing the Gongwolmu.

In it, the shabby purple sleeves fluttered and twirled like a dance. Of course, the fluttering sound was loud.

Kwaaaaak―

The worn-out leather shoes of the Ipsin Swordsman cut long furrows on the floor and reached Jeongyeonshin’s feet. It took only a moment for the three northern kings to return after competing for the first time.

Then Yong Hui-myeong smiled faintly and said.

“It took my breath away.”

It’s definitely a huge advantage, since the enemy’s breathing will be a little more disrupted.

at that time.

[I really hope so. Stop bothering me…!]

Hwaaaaaaaah!

In an instant, a strong wind blew from all directions. A very fierce headwind. The Dharma King, who had come right up to Yongheemyeong’s face, waved his palm, which was glowing pure white.

It resonated from his only arm.

[The resentment is eradicated.]

A small, rippling space around the Dharma King’s palm.

Yong Huimyeong glanced down at the sight of the palm striking his forehead, but he was unable to make any movements that matched the reaction speed of the new sword master.

All that is visible is the soundless crushing of the chest through the split pupils.

The innocence of the new sword master ended there.

Because the palms of his hands, dyed in pure white light, were penetrating Yongheemyeong’s self-defense energy like dew. It was a sight that seemed unbelievable. The tension (掌力) of the Gongwolmu that the Dharma King had cast had a strange aspect.

At the same time, the Pope’s arm shook with tension.

It was a leap forward.

bang!

As soon as Jeongyeonshin steps on the ground, the King’s chin lifts up and his entire body shoots up.

For a moment, even the eyes of the old monk from the Western Regions turned white, and even in that brief moment, a faint line formed on the lips of the Dharma King like a Buddha statue. Just like Yong Huimyeong, it was as if he had taken away a breath.

No it wasn’t.

Because Jeong Yeon-shin had just reached the side of the King of Dharma by riding the wave of the advancement of the sword like a fireball. The backlash from that movement belatedly pushed away the gloomy atmosphere.

At the same time, the forehead of the Pope, which was stamped with the red seal, rose with wrinkles.

[The ruined monk…!]

It is a method of moving forward. The impact at the moment of moving forward is only a shock wave accompanying the step.

Otherwise, it was an extremely aggressive advance.

Oh my god!

When Jeongyeonshin’s knee hit the side of the King of Heaven with the full force of the Heavenly Sword, the surrounding area was suddenly filled with starlight in the shape of swords containing dozens of feathers. It was the group of swords of Emperor Noban, who was about to be stabbed by Jeongyeonshin.

In that moment, Jeong Yeon-shin’s grip tightened lightly like that of Tang Yun-hwang, the head of the Tang family, holding a hammer.

At the same time, the dry stones on the ground were swept away by the Mancheonhwa-u and rose up like a tornado, hitting the lower parts of the swordsmen.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!

A huge shock wave exploded with the loud noise of plates hitting each other. Fragments of the explosive power scattered in all directions like colorless flower petals.

The old man, Noh Ban-cheon, grabbed one of them with a heavy hand and spun it around.

The swordsmanship of Yongheemyeong, who approached leisurely, slanted and deflected the sword strike. Of course, there was a loud friction sound and orange sparks flying in a row.

‘Joint attack.’

The eyes of Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been piercing through it like a ray of light, flashed with a bright blue light. At the same time, the Ipsin Sword, which had flowed from Yong Huimyeong’s hand to Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand like water, went up diagonally across Noh Ban-cheonja’s chest.

It only took a moment for the Heavenly Sword Armor, crushed by the overwhelming sword power, to carve long furrows into the master’s body.

A sword that soars into the sky.

Yong Hee-myeong, who had grabbed the sword again with a forward leap, clashed with Nam-je’s black sword. It was a low-level technique that blocked the technique of Geon-hon, which was coming at Jeong Yeon-shin, with his feet.

Boom!

A massive shockwave lifts the ground like a tidal wave.

Yong Huimyeong, who had his body fixed in the air while in the air, laughed as if he found it amusing as he was pushed back about ten paces. He was glancing at Jeong Yeonshin behind him.

Sabak.

He lands next to Jeongyeon Shin like that. The faded purple sleeves fall down long and slowly like the flapping of a crane’s wings.

Yong Huimyeong said as he swept the Ipsin Sword under his feet.

“The sum is quite good. This is difficult.”

“The sword of the spirit follows its master well.”

“hmm?”

Meanwhile, they found themselves surrounded on three sides.

The Emperor of the Demon Realm and the two Northern Kings naturally surrounded Jeongyeonsin and Yongheemyeong, but now, an immense pressure was weighing down the entire space.

The stones that were rolling around the crater were crushing themselves.

Crispy-

Empty sound.

All the Gongwolmu’s charging is finished.

It is not a life-saving measure prepared in a hurry. Except for Yong Hee-myeong, both sides implicitly allowed each other to be fully prepared. They each had the confidence that if they fully gave their lives, they would not lose.

Although the previously divided sum caused problems for the status of the Dharma King and the Emperor of Noban, no one could say that it was unfair.

Now, the burden on Jeong Yeon-shin, who has to deal with the three peerless masters, has been relieved a little.

Suddenly Yonghee Myung asked.

“Are you sure?”

But Jeongyeonshin glanced at his chest, where the torn purple hem was repairing itself, and quietly asked again.

“You didn’t bleed?”

“This is going to be a big problem.”

Yonghee Myung shakes his head.

“If even one drop had fallen, the entire city would have reacted. There are few places where such a vicious tactic has been deployed as here.”

“Okay then.”

Then, Jeong Yeon-shin silently looked around.

The three absolute rulers of the enemy.

Surprisingly, the Pope stands out right away. He is still breathing deeply while still wearing a white glow on one hand.

Yong Hee-myeong also pointed him out.

“That damn Gongwolmu is quite dangerous.”

The tension continues. Like the few skills that can change space. This is the strength of Gongwolmu called ‘Wonmaemyulmyeong’.

But Jeongyeonshin soon turned her gaze to Namje.

And then he asked softly.

“What are you waiting for?”

[The pillar of this country that will suppress all variables. The last piece given to me.]

It was when the male emperor’s voice was hoarse and muffled.

[Mencius is strict.]

The deep-rooted thought bursts into a tremendous roar, breaking through the black fog of the Southern Empire.

For a moment, the atmosphere shook, and then a giant shadow landed on one side of the battlefield, drowning out all the echoes.

Kwaaaa …

A tremendous wind pressure swept through the entire space. Even the ground that was already close to ruins was once again shattered into pieces like a spider web.

Yukwonseonggun Mungok.

Despite losing one eye and the corner of his head, he smiles as if he were a writer. He gives off a transcendent pressure with his whole body and greets Jeong Yeon-shin in a friendly manner.

[Are you okay?]

“… … !”

[As you can see, I had a lot of work to do. I had good subordinates.]

A voice that fills the room like a thick scent of ink.

It does not allow any space. Gongwolmu Mengzi Dokgo was like that. A space that suppresses all energy output and only allows close-range attacks from the best outsider. A battlefield of pure power.

It was also a skill that surprised the second Gongwolmu that Jeongyeonshin had prepared.

It unfolded right away.

It is the pinnacle of thoroughness. It is different from Namje, who has not yet activated ‘Nammyeonneungje’, perhaps because it is a Gongwolmu that affects allies as well.

At that moment, when Yong Huimyeong moved quietly to block the gap between Namje and Mungok, Namje’s flat voice fell heavily.

[Moon-gok, your senses have become significantly dulled. Even the Heavenly Sword has become weaker. Was it a fierce fight?]

The large corners of Moon-gok’s mouth rise faintly.

It was a positive smile to anyone who saw it, but Namje immediately continued speaking.

[What are you carrying behind you?]

For a moment, the silence from the huge back of the Moon Valley sweeps over the surrounding area eerily.

The young man in black robe, who had been clinging to the wall like a tiger on his large shoulders, smiled brightly. He had a blue hero hat on his forehead.

“You shouldn’t know this much. How many major shareholders have been involved so far?”

Even at the moment of speaking, there was no sign of movement. It was as if all energy was suppressed. It was the same when the single demon sword in Heonwonchang’s hand scraped against Moongok’s throat and fell.

A solid line engraved on the skin of the outermost being, as if it had penetrated space.

Yong Hee-myeong grabbed Heonwonchang by the back of his neck for a split second and quickly retreated, and Moon-gok, who had turned around like lightning, struck the empty space with his fist and crushed it.

Kwaaaaah!

The aftermath alone crushed all of Heonwonchang’s ribs and even caused dark red blood to burst out. The flow became urgent in an instant. It was at that moment that Yongheemyeong’s words suddenly spilled out.

“From now on, the succession of the Ipsin Sword will begin. The condition is victory.”

“then.”

Jeongyeonshin slowly opens his mouth. The voice that immediately poured out was not from the throat but from the upper abdomen.

[I will go first.]

When you try hard not to worry about the royal tomb.

Sarak-

There was a feeling of it overlapping with the back of my hand. The hand of an old man who held a dagger instead of a sword. The hand of a young Taoist monk who had gained eternal life through his deeds as a chivalrous man.

As he thought of the two people, a hazy glow shot out from his palm in all directions. It was Jeongyeonshin’s power of development that could only be matched by Gongwolmu by weaving together the lives of others.

Kiiiiiiiiing!

It rubs against the space violently and makes a sharp noise here and there. It is a sight where the atmosphere, filled with the black fog of Namje, is painted with a dark blue color like some kind of paint.

The faint halos of light reached the sky and stopped in the shape of a soft light source. Clusters of swordsmanship waves that literally settled down like stars.

As the new night engulfs the space, the shadows of those present become long and narrow like swords, and among them, the Dharma King breathes rapidly as if the pure white light surrounding his hand will go out.

It was while he was inevitably spreading his own thoughts openly.

[The information power of the Demonic Realm is the Emperor’s parents! It’s empty and empty again…! We have to prepare differently…!]

[Gwangtaegeuk (Great Ultimate).]

Under a sky stained with dark magic energy and bluish magical power.

Before she knew it, Jeongyeonshin was holding a sword that was burning dark blue.

At this moment, the sword circle has expanded to the wilderness, and all the secrets of the sword that he has experienced in the martial arts world are contained in his hand.

[Silent night, burning sword Gyeong.]

-The constellation of the sword.