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Hongcheon (9)
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“… … .”
Under the sound of dry firewood crashing into the ashes, Jeongyeonshin stood there dumbfounded. He had spread out the realm of the sword that he had envisioned all the way down from Myeonggyo.
Knock, knock―
The dark blue formless sword and the Namhwagwang Taegeuk at the feet connect to the gently rippling blue flames and then fall repeatedly.
Everything was dancing faintly.
The countless clusters of radiant powers cast a soft light like constellations in the sky, and the shadows of the people lying down, long and sharp like swords, fluttered in the untimely twilight. Some stars were as bright as comets, but others were still dark.
It was a completely different space.
Even though they are only transcendent beings representing a country.
“It’s like a night in the meadow.”
He was a nobleman.
Suddenly, the star-like feathers fluttered in all directions once again.
The Gongwolmu prepared by the last emperor of the old Yuan Dynasty was somewhat suitable for Jeongyeonsin’s domain, but Emperor Luban had all the feathers on his hat pulled out, making him look somewhat bare. It was like a field that had just been harvested.
“I feel the quiet years. Is it the same color as your life?”
In response to Noh Bancheonja’s question, Jeong Yeonshin slowly shook her head. Then she answered.
[The lives of two knights.]
How can one unfold a dance of magic through the lives of others? It was a question that anyone would have, but Noh Bancheonja only smiled faintly.
“They will live immortal lives, for they are remembered so vividly by someone like you.”
[Isn’t the emperor the one most remembered by people?]
“Isn’t it important how you are remembered?”
The old man’s question was answered. For a moment, it seemed as if rusty iron powder had fallen from his voice.
The roar of the Moon Valley that had been shaking the sky until just now had died down as if it were a lie. The single sword of Heonwonchang that had slashed at the giant’s neck somehow resembled the sword strike of Cheon Geuk Moonju that was teasing the space.
It changed the course of a fight that was on the verge of collapse. It was a huge deal.
The failure of Mencius’s reading of the Bible.
It’s like a giant bomb got stuck in the barrel of a gun.
Because Moon-gok’s Gongwolmu was a type of lion’s roar that let out a transcendent vibration with the body of the best person in the outside world.
With this, Jeongyeonshin’s power of development was in a state of creating a space like the night sky without any obstruction, and at this moment, the absolute enemies like Nobancheonja had to strongly sweep the surroundings with a sense of energy like a ray of light. In order to identify the weakness and devise a method of destruction.
It was a space where such a great boundary could not be avoided. This was because there were only those who regarded Jeongyeonsin highly enough to call him ‘North Emperor.’ The king of the law was walking towards him with a trembling voice, the white light from his hand hanging down like a prayer bead.
Not Jeong Yeon-shin, but Yong Hee-myeong.
[This is a fair fight. The one-armed monk is a begging merchant. I deserve pity.]
He doesn’t even turn his head to Jeong Yeon-shin. He just looks like he’s very wary of her.
A dark fog was hovering over the cross-section of the Pope’s shoulder.
In his opinion, it would be difficult to maintain the state of Samhwachwijeong, but it seemed that Namje’s magic and martial arts were exerting some kind of effect.
And that’s not all.
Even Yong Hui-myeong was facing the best of the best. Moon-gok, who was spitting out nothing but empty wind from his mouth.
The bloodshot-eyed giant and the one-armed Dharma King were faced with each other at the same time. One was protecting the blood-covered Hyeonwonchang on one side.
-I’m talking about the Gongwolmu of the Western Region Ddangjung.
Meanwhile, Yong Hui-myeong sent a gentle message to Jeong Yeon-sin.
―I almost got a fatal blow regardless of my self-defense skills… It’s not really beyond space. It’s a secret of the external path that can only be entered when your train of thought is completely distorted. On the other hand, Ddaengjung’s was a high-level internal technique that didn’t clash with any energy. Just in case, keep that in mind.
It was a strange story.
It’s different from the usual Yonghee name.
That’s because I felt a slight sense of worry in her. It was as if she was contemplating her own death.
Jeez, jeez, jeez!
The sense of incongruity is clearly felt even at the moment when Jin Myeong-jo, Bukgung-ah, Shin Hwang, and Hak So-seon, who had rushed into the room in an instant, surround Yong Hui-myeong and confront Mungok and No Ban-cheonja.
Jeong Yeon-shin wanted to say something to Yong Hui-myeong, but her mouth wouldn’t open right away.
I have already lost much. My past vows to lose nothing have long since closed. Like a point on the inside of my knee that no longer grows.
What took its place was the courage to move forward in the midst of loss. He had more than any other strong man, but he also had to lose more than anyone else. That was the mindset of the new sword master.
‘ah.’
Saaaaa―
As I stare at the man who approaches me smoothly like a ghost, I suddenly realize why Yong Huimyeong only now spoke of the succession of the Ipsin Sword.
He read the changes in Jeongyeonshin with his pupils that were split like a divine sword. Just like a wise dragon can read a person’s mind. It was something that was entirely possible for the sword masters of the time.
to be honest.
Jeongyeonshin didn’t like it.
Now that everything I’ve been through is finally coming to a close, I’m starting to get sick of it all.
At this moment, like the palm of a Southern Emperor’s hand, a transcendent pitch-black wind pressure rushed in before my eyes.
Zzz!
When I raised it to ‘Starry Night’, dark blue ripples erupted. The ground was deeply dented by the immense pressure, and a heavy recoil dug into my palm.
At the same time, the God of the Upper Hall pushed Jeongyeonshin’s thoughts out of the world.
[I’m starting to get tired of this. Surrender.]
[Another useless remark.]
The immediate response of the male emperor was met with a crushing blow from his other hand. Again, a dry spirit. This time, even the feathers of the Nobancheonja, who had wrapped their entire sword around his entire body, poured down together like a meteor shower, and in an instant, they were all caught in the trajectory of the Starry Night that he had swung greatly and bounced off.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwak!
Furrows spreading out like spider webs underfoot.
At that moment, the palm of the Southern Emperor’s hand was close enough to cast a shadow on Jeong Yeon-sin’s forehead. Just before the two emperors’ combined attack ended in Jeong Yeon-sin’s head exploding.
A star fell from the sky.
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It was literally like a ray of light. It didn’t take long for it to fall like a fallen leaf on the dark blue blade of the starry night and crumble, without any particular resonance.
Only the sword blade that suddenly rose with overwhelming force collided with the hand of the Southern Emperor in a different time axis.
The shockwave that occurred in an instant blurred all directions like a colorless tidal wave, and Namje’s arm was lifted up by a single sword for the first time amidst the loud noise that was delayed by a step.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
This time, even Geonhon couldn’t absorb even a little of Jeongyeonshin’s sword strike. It was because his sword power wasn’t good enough to do that.
[The Sword of the Demon Lord…?!]
But Namje’s adaptation was quick.
As he was about to rise up, he pushed away the sword strike that fell like a bolt of lightning on his chest diagonally with the black fog on his chest, and spun around in the recoil.
In an instant, the black inner wall was filled with the power of a transcendent warrior.
Phew!
The sword strike of Jeong Yeon-shin, who was returning with an irresistible momentum, was swept away by the spiral flow and fell down. In an instant, the ground was dented by the dark blue tip of the starry night sword. The loud sound of the kugung flowed down to the basement.
A huge shadow that sways like a dance at the feet of two people.
It was the incompetence of the Southern Emperor of the world.
He freely handles the self-defense power that absorbs any kind of power. He is the emperor of the perfect demonic realm in both the art and martial arts. Although a large part of the self-defense power was torn off by the Shihwamu-geuksu Pacheon earlier, the internal energy he received from the formations of the entire Black Road was used to replenish it.
Instead of activating the Gongwolmu and ‘Nammyeonneungje’ that even the friendly forces in the entire Heukdo area are involved in, it can be said that the limitations of one’s own martial arts have disappeared.
The emperor who accepted all the variables said so.
[You are the biggest obstacle to the great undertaking. Now, even if you decide to leave the dark path of your own accord, I cannot let you go.]
[After breaking through the wall and establishing a new country.]
Jeongyeon Shin asked, swinging her sword endlessly like a bomb.
[Can you tell me what you plan to do in the Central Plains?]
The boundless internal energy is being sucked into the formless sword. There is a limit to the supply of public orders. I have to finish it off soon.
Still, maintaining the starry night was essential.
Unlike the swordsmanship that was added to the sword, the pure internal energy had a different course of strength, and since it was not affected by the gripping method, it was easy to respond to the ever-changing Namje’s first techniques. The only technique that could constantly ignore the suction power of the spirit was Byeolbam.
[I will establish a prosperous country and cut down the world’s trees with the authority of the emperor. I will mobilize all the world’s best experts to do so.]
Regardless of his intentions, Namje’s hands were lined up in front of Jeongyeonshin, distorting the air. The conversation was not happening through words. The real conversation was between Namje’s hands and Jeongyeonshin’s starry night, which had collided a dozen times in a matter of moments.
Pitch-black smoke bursts like feathers in the dark blue sword light, and the old palace site continues to disappear as if it will sink to the ground. The abyss of a human figure made of black fog and the body of a swordsman holding a night sky instead of a sword endlessly pass each other within arm’s reach.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!
Even Emperor Noh Ban-cheon, who showered Jeong Yeon-sin with feathers as if he had become the Southern Emperor’s Gongwolmu.
“… … !”
As the sum increases.
The time when the battle between the other strong men stopped became longer. I was also filled with astonishment at the colorless eyes of the inhuman beings.
Jeong Yeon-shin was truly wielding the sword of the greatest swordsman in the world. It was a sight to behold, with the sword power of the half-turned-turned-Ma Yeon-jeok pushing back the vortex of the cruel Heavenly Sword.
[Is this your true Gongwolmu? Melting your grandfather’s straight sword strike into a swordsmanship? It is certainly surprising, but I told you that I have already calculated the trajectory of the Gongwol’s entrance… Have you forgotten?]
Just before the counterattack of the Southern Emperor was released, in a somewhat satisfying swell of thought.
From somewhere in the night sky, a soft light spreads down again. It is directed towards the formless sword of the Pure God, burning dark blue.
The starry night.
Another starlight was seen.
What stretched out at the same time were a thousand-branched sword strikes.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!
In an instant, the curved Starry Night Sword Road tore apart Namje’s forearm along with the black fog, and then the dark blue blade shimmered like an illusion in front of Namje’s eyes before blowing away both of his pitch-black hands with a fierce wind.
Even the feathers of the Emperor Noban, who had begun to pour out his sword energy like a torrential downpour, were caught in the tidal wave of sword energy. Jeong Yeon-shin could not hear the Emperor Noban’s thoughts about the Gongwolmu dance. She was completely unaware.
Ganggeom, Hwangeom, Byeoncho, Ganggeom again, Jeon Sa-gyeong, Hwa-gyeong… … .
Countless techniques are released in an instant, in all sorts of trajectories. Using the perfect swordsmanship of a divine sword master as a filter.
The judgment of the Southern Emperor, who was trapped in the tangled web of the external path, was only one.
[Hard feelings, deep darkness.]
The moment he disperses the dark vortex of his entire body, he raises the resilience of the Heavenly Sword Armor to its limit. For a moment, the space ripples like the smoke of ash.
Woof!
It was at that moment that another star began to shine brightly above the heads of the audience. The afterimages of the formless sword splitting into dozens of branches, as if a capricious dragon had plucked the golden strings of a seven-stringed zither.
[… … !]
Before the shock could spread in all directions, all the blades struck Namje’s entire body.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwang―!
Dark shock waves overlap each other like the lakeside, while even the small night sky above us ripples explosively. It goes without saying that the inevitable gaps in this absurdly strong counter-force feast have been revealed.
‘heart.’
A piece of the Cheondan Gwangap fluttering like a leaf in the night sky overlapped with the sword body of the starry night as if it were a lie.
Phew!
The tip of the dark blue sword pierced through the Southern Emperor’s chin. It was simultaneously bathed in the light of three stars pouring down from the night sky.
The union of the fallen and the wicked, the ruined sword.
“… … .”
From the time when the dark blue night unfolded in the hands of the new sword master, Jeong Yeon-shin, until now.
It seemed as if the best swordsmen in the world were rushing in and out at the right time. The flow was never interrupted, as this could never happen in reality.
It was said that if you combine all of the six constellations, you would become a fighting god.
The Big Dipper will soon be completed.
In a similar vein, what would happen if the previous generation’s Shingeomdanju and the Heavenly Sword Masters were connected like a constellation?
No counterattack.
It was the result of combining Namhwagwangtaegeuk and Byeolbam while commemorating the lives of the dead swordsmen. The limitations of the swordsmanship had completely disappeared. It was enough to handle Byeolbam, which was difficult to swing even a few times, like a thunderbolt.
Silent Light Sword Sutra. The constellation of the sword.
It was a thin diary of a young man whose life was short.
“End the war.”
The new sword master spoke under the stars in the small night sky.