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Fame (6)
‘As expected. There is no such thing as a true lord.’
Jeongyeonshin scanned her allies once more. The strong, black-colored energy wave was no longer present.
It was a natural thing. The Central Plains was as vast as a dozen foreign countries combined. It was too big for seventeen armed forces to handle.
Even three of them are concentrated in the Hwangbo family, so their true nature cannot help but be great.
This is because the forces are already scattered throughout the Central Plains.
It was also rare for the new sword master to enter the main castle of Yangyang. This meant that he was fulfilling his duty as the head of the castle.
Even if one or two of the great lords come, they will be keeping an eye on the Blood Flame Cult apostles who are not here.
There were quite a few blue ones. They mainly commanded martial artists who were brought in with legitimacy and power.
They were in a fierce clash with the main force.
“Have you joined the Blood Flame Cult?”
In the midst of all this, a strangely friendly shout erupted. It was the young Taoist priest who had suddenly run up to me.
The plum blossom embroidery on the Hwasanpa uniform fluttered.
‘Yoohyun.’
He was the eldest disciple of the Hwasan faction who became Jeong Yeon-shin’s close friend.
A leisurely atmosphere that was unusual for a war situation flowed. It was just like the day I first saw it.
There was also the successor of Jongnam, Wijimyohwa, and the minor monk Gakjeong of Shaolin.
The old-school connections that came running even brought the four brothers with them. I knew it the moment I saw them.
He set out purely out of friendship and a sense of chivalry. He would have had to get permission from the elders of the sect.
‘We discussed the disappearance of the swordsman.’
The Blood Flame Cult leader who spoke of famine and drought came to mind. Jeong Yeon-shin shook her head inwardly.
Can you say the same thing even if you know them?
widely.
“These guys are pretty strong, aren’t they?”
Cheongmyeong’s lightness was the fastest. With the movement of spinning and landing, the blue long robe of Ihwangseong fluttering gracefully.
The movements of the person walking next to me were very light.
hook!
Jeongyeonshin’s hair fluttered in the fresh breeze unique to the Ming tribe. Cheongmyeong smiled as he tapped his shoulder, and at this moment, he looked more trustworthy than anyone else.
Baek Mi-ryeo and Wi Ji-myo-hwa also arrived, causing a strong backlash. It wasn’t the end.
Five of Yuhyeon and the plum blossom inspectors, Gakjeong and four extraordinary monks, ten familiar masters of the Jongnam faction, and even Heonwonchang.
I exchanged glances with the others, because the situation was not easy.
“The main branch of the Blood Flame Cult······ It really lives up to its reputation.”
One of the plum inspectors fell asleep.
A standoff occurred.
The main group of the Blood Flame Cult was formed around Jeong Yeon-shin and his fellow Murim followers, who had entered the center, and the main group of the Blood Flame Cult had begun to surround them.
‘I opened up space. I did it on purpose.’
Jeongyeonshin thought.
The true intentions of the Blood Sect Masters, including the Sixth Sect Masters, were clear.
It seemed that Kyunggong had highly regarded the martial arts of the fastest invaders. He intended to lure them in and destroy them first.
“We have secured the new recruits for Seomye.”
Baek Mi-ryeo opened her mouth.
“Getting out is the problem. There’s no way to know how many times the Lord will defeat the Blood Flame Cult Leader.”
As he spoke, he glanced at the pure blood robe that Jeongyeonshin was wearing. It seemed as if he was checking if her body was in good condition.
“Isn’t that guy going to buy that?”
Heonwonchang belatedly pointed to the six-legged sergeant major in shock.
The elite who arrived first were observing him from the beginning.
Among the enemies, he had the strongest prayer wrapped around his body. The more skilled he was, the more sensitive his senses were. He had no choice but to be on guard.
“Volcano, Jongnam······ Shaolin. Has Gupado come?”
The six-year-old smiled. His cheeks, bare and hollow, became sunken.
“Are you afraid of the aftereffects? Your power is weak. You don’t have a single elder.”
There was no one to answer his words.
The Blood Flame Cult was large. The combined strength of its branches may have been stronger than the main sect.
It was said that the power of the scattered Ilsado and Isado was comparable to that of the leader of a large anti-government faction.
The relationship between the giant waves is a matter of politics.
The Sapha 13th Heaven and Jeongjong Daemunpa were like that. It was a high-level event for an elder-level master of the old sect to come forward.
It was tantamount to declaring war in the sect war. Fighting with the Jongnam faction and Paegeom faction at stake? It was something that anyone would want to avoid.
Even if the political party calls for chivalry, the reality of human life takes priority.
Swish.
Meanwhile, the swordsmen were practicing their magic. Before they knew it, they were in formation. The pressure of the explosive momentum was immense.
It was just before the battle between the masters began. Perhaps it was because of the tension. Suddenly, Heonwonchang’s voice rang out.
-I don’t know why these swordsmen here look so strong.
It was a telegram. Jeong Yeon-shin answered right away.
-That’s right.
He had been in the main group for a long time. There were many people who asked for his teachings.
There were more than a few bloodthirsty demons who offered living people as tribute, and among them, the bloodthirsty demons who offered martial artists were particularly powerful.
-There is a brain prison where people who were almost robbed of their true energies are gathered. You have to win and save them.
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I spoke to the Seven Sado and was given one brain prison. Those who were about to be sacrificed were gathered into the underground prison.
I wanted to protect only those who had received the truth.
Heonwonchang’s expression changed. He silently adjusted his grip on his sword, and a well-honed momentum spread out. It was a swordsmanship style.
Jeongyeonshin once again aroused her internal energy.
He put his true energy into the Inyeonghyeol (人迎穴) on both sides of the neck and the Yeomcheonhyeol (廉天穴) right above the vocal cords. He paid special attention to it.
-Because you can kill all the swordsmen.
It was a telegram sent to Baek Mi-ryeo.
-Would you please stand in front of me?
-······You are a blue who has performed a long-term mission. You deserve respect.
Baek Mi-ryeo calmly answered, her expression of bewilderment fixed. The enemies were rushing in.
While the old school masters were on guard in all directions, the Ma Gwang-ik masters calmly observed him.
Woohoo!
Jeongyeonshin immediately cast the Demon Destruction Skill.
The capital, bathed in blue light, was different from before. A strange wave spread out.
Although Yuk Sa-do seemed to be the first to realize the ideal, Jeong Yeon-shin had already figured out the secret of the swordsmanship through the Demonic Spirituality.
Woohoo!
It is a martial art that carries the energy of a radiant spirit to the sword. It is different now. It contains magical power rather than sound.
The power of the Demonic Spirit’s Aura began to spread in all directions. It was a movement that awakened the energies of the same kind that had been planted like a wall bomb.
The power that had been planted while watching the sunrise of the Blood Flame Church over thirty times responded. The resonating sound did not cease.
In the meantime, the new model of the Sixth Army flashed. The speed of the guard was like a ray of light.
Kwaaang!
Shards of marble from the inner chamber were scattered in all directions.
The Shaolin monks, including Gakjeong, stood in front of them. The powerful qi wave spread throughout the place.
For a moment, it seemed as if I saw the image of Buddha. It was a physical manifestation of true energy.
A display that multiplies strength through combined attacks. Could it be that only five people are performing the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation that we only heard of in stories?
“The will of the Tathagata is in your hearts!”
Soshin Seung Gakjeong was at the center. He blocked Yuk Sa-do’s punch with the martial arts he showed when he made a bet with Jeong Yeon-shin.
A magnificent power surged from the crossed fists. It was the Shaolin Dragon Fist.
Still, it was pushed back. Each side burst into flames.
“Ahhhhh!”
The spirit was tremendous. The four monks supporting the left and right of the pavilion were also like that.
He carries the same wave of light in the same manner. It is said that the world’s martial arts originated from Shaolin. His power was truly enormous.
I was so grateful. Jeongyeonshin immediately closed her eyes.
The presence of Cheongmyeong, Baekmirye, and Heonwonchang was felt nearby.
It was a job to protect unmanned personnel facing complex operations. It was a law-protecting job.
Their trust came as an unexpected warmth.
Wow! Kuung!
It was a clash of masters.
The sound of the waves beating against my skin like drums was so powerful. I could feel it completely.
The masters who had been facing each other were entangled in a mess.
‘This fight won’t last long.’
Jeong Yeon-shin thought. The scale of the battle was large? Her efforts of preparing for over thirty days were also like that.
A very faint blast of energy was spreading out in concentric circles. In his right hand was the sword of the young Demon King.
The reaction was immediate.
Woof!
It started from the railing of the thirty-six steps. A wave of magical energy suddenly burst out.
Jeongyeonshin felt it even with her eyes closed.
“Huh!”
The breathing of the two Blood Sect Masters became disturbed. They were the ones who mixed the plum blossom sword and the sword while going up and down the stairs.
A split second of weakness led to instant death. The moment the Volcano Sect’s Plum Blossom Sword flashed, the bastard’s head flew off.
“what······?”
Even after winning, Plum Blossom Inspector muttered absentmindedly.
It was a cross-section of the incident. Gradually, the same thing happened everywhere.
The number of defeats by the swordsmen increased rapidly. The epicenter was clear.
While blood was splattering and the six sages were running wild, one by one, the young masters of Ip Hwang Seong began to show their agility, regardless of whether they were enemies or not.
In it, Jeongyeonshin slowly took a step forward.
Damn it.
I started climbing the thirty-six steps. I was alone and peaceful, surrounded by the escort of my colleagues.
The swordsmen could not approach. This was because the waves of the Demon Destruction Sword were getting stronger.
Woohoo!
With every step he took, his magical power grew stronger. Long preparations had blossomed into the flower of demon annihilation.
In every part of the main building, a strong energy was being generated one after another.
Jeongyeonshin reached the end of the thirty-six realms of suffering. Her eyes opened.
It was the place where the Blood Flame Cult Leader looked down on everyone. He raised his foot to take a picture of the truth.
I did it because it was so hard to bear. The burning sensation in my mind was turning my head white.
thud!
I rolled my feet.
That was the starting point.
Wooooowow─!
A pale blue light began to spread in all directions.
The essence of the Yyeomhyeolryeongjin has been transformed into the anti-demon formation.
The fragments of the magic circle that Iphwangseongju had carved out were also all changed.
The power of the Demon-Destructing Water that had been planted throughout the entire guild spread out like waves.
Starting at the railing, the chain reaction continued explosively, reaching the stairs and rafters, with each impact triggering another detonation.
All sorts of screams echoed from the Blood Flame Cult headquarters that had become a battlefield.
It was the howling of the demons. The pain they each felt was clearly filling the sky.
In an instant, hell was created. The Blood Flame Cultists writhed as if they had fallen into the clutches of the King of the Underworld.
“Huh, hmph.”
“What is this, what is this······!”
The battlefield of the Kyojujeon was expanded.
They were hit directly by the overlapping waves of magic power. Those who fell on the spot died peacefully.
The fate of the mid-level officials who staggered and were stabbed to death by the swordsmen of the political faction was miserable.
It was disappointing compared to the momentum shown at the start of the war.
The words, “Chukma Myeolsa,” were chilling. The hands of the Jeongpa martial artists who dealt with Sima Oedo were merciless.
However, the Blood Flame Cultists of Naewon did not look at them. Even as they were dying, they kept their eyes on Jeong Yeon-shin standing on the stairs.
Young Taesa.
Her jet-black hair, which reaches down to her shoulders, sways in the waves, and her eyes sparkle like the sun-kissed sea.
The outstretched hand is surrounded by a darker blue glow.
The auspiciously wavy blue light blended with the hem of the blood-red pureblood robe, creating a strange sight.
“That bastard deserves to be killed…!”
“I brought in a messenger…”
“How, how noble is the appearance of a thousand things······”
“If only you had truly become a Taesa.”
The behavior of the Jeongpa people was similar. They looked at the Ip Hwang Seong Island while cutting off the equator’s breath.
The original plan was different. It was to withstand the offensive of the enemy leaders, including the apostles.
The gist of it was the absolute confidence in the power of the Emperor.
It was a great sacrifice, but it was unnecessary.
It didn’t seem real. The young genius of Ip Hwang-seong, who had been held captive, turned the tide of the battle.
“What the heck is going on······?”
“Look here! The social bastards have committed suicide!”
“It was not suicide. It was a method of the Buddhist monk Jeongjong.”
“I’ve never heard of it. Who in the world······.”
They were martial artists and martial artists who had gathered from all over the nearby areas. There were other blue warriors as well.
They came up from the outskirts and saw the sight of the thirty-six strategies.
The front line of those who were running towards the light air stopped. There was silence for a moment.
They too were martial artists who had developed a keen sense of aura, and they could clearly feel the magical energy wave in the hands of the bloodthirsty boy standing at the end of the 36 Strategic Planes.
Before I knew it.
The only enemy left standing was the Sixth Army.
Blood dripped from the fists that had crushed several of the old school’s masters. That was all. The fighting naturally stopped.
“Has the Great Sun Tathagata come down······.”
He sighed. His words and actions were not befitting of a Blood Flame Cultist.
“Taesa··· No. It’s Seomye. From the beginning, you···”
“The apostles.”
Jeongyeon Shin cut off the bastard’s story. She continued speaking slowly.
“You talk too much. They’re all the same.”
He lifted up the water that contained the spirit of the Demon King.
The waves of magical power that had not yet stopped continued to distort and unfold. It was a gesture that spoke of the uselessness of questioning and answering.
The formation that has been transformed into the ultimate is on his side. He can handle it.
‘it’s hard.’
The body said otherwise.
The recoil of the sword was hitting my upper body. My head felt like it was going to cave in.
They desperately tried not to show it. The appearance of the Shaolin monks who fought back against the Sixth Army’s offensive was miserable.
Now he was the only one with the power specialized to deal with Sima Weidao.
“her.”
The emptiness disappeared from the face of the sergeant who opened his eyes wide in an instant.
It was a look that left fame and doctrine behind. There was a sense of triumph in his expression.
The six sergeants spoke with admiration.
“Even your head······”
Phew!
The whole body was shattered along with the mouth that was speaking. A strong wind blew in later and swept away even the fragments of the corpse.
Sabak.
There was a woman who was walking lightly on the floor like flower petals fluttering from above. She was sitting next to Jeong Yeon-shin.
“castellan!”
Cheongmyeong and Baek Miryeo, covered in blood, fell to their knees. Heonwonchang also knelt, albeit late.
The warriors of the Imperial Palace who were present in the audience also bowed.
There were many martial artists who knelt down or raised their fists. Their faces were filled with extreme awe or fear.
“Your Majesty… sir.”
Jeongyeonshin barely opened her mouth. In an instant, her entire body became heavy.
The burden that I had barely been able to bear came pouring down like a torrent breaking through a levee.
I moved my head with some difficulty.
Our eyes met.
Her deep green eyes were sparkling in the sunlight. Her gaze as she stared at him was dazzling.
Is it because he is a peerless master with transcendence? It was always like this when I encountered Iphwangseongju.
Some blades of grass seemed to tickle my senses. There was something dreamy that swept over my entire body.
She slowly moved her lips.
“Your position will change.”
The voice seemed to be coming from far away. I don’t know when my eyelids closed. Before I knew it, my vision had darkened like a dream.
“First, I’ll give you a long sleep. Rest well.”
Sarak.
I felt the hem of my clothes gently touching my cheek. My body, which had been tilting and losing its balance, stopped.
Was he being held in his arms? The lord spoke of a long sleep. He might open his eyes in Iphwangseong.
I really didn’t want an escort or anything.
‘I wish you had given me some fruit instead.’
Just one piece.
Even the most earnest thoughts slowly began to sway away.
He fell into an abyss that pressed down on him like a swamp. He lost consciousness without resisting.
The sharp blade of the sword of the heart that had been sharpened through the arduous journey of martial arts was also dulled. Jeong Yeon-shin thought it was only for a moment.