Chapter 339. fate (4)
Hwang Bo-se.
After settling down in Shandong, after experiencing many ups and downs for more than 500 years, the family of Shin-kwon (神拳) finally occupied a place among the five powerful generations.
I’ve been through all kinds of things, but I’ve never had such a terrifying battle in the middle of Naewon.
Quarreung!
His powerful career mixing like a storm was giving the whole area an earthquake-like shock.
Kugu Palace! Quaang!
Fragments of their careers bounced off the pillars of buildings, and the horses, frightened by the swaying ground, fled in all directions.
Those who were barely breathing and wandering between death and death were swept away by the shockwave and lost their lives, and the pouring snow became a small piece of fire paper and helped to paint the world red.
Truly a fierce battle of the Gyeongcheon comrades.
The workshop of the super masters who had not yet reached the Hwagyeong, but who had escaped the limits of human beings and entered the beginning of martial arts, was so splendid and frightening.
Kwak Kwa Kwak!
There was a person who was able to navigate through the flood of his career with a storm-like onslaught.
Ma Dong-pil.
As the owner of the black blood demon sword, the absolute demon sword of Kang Ho, and the escort leader of the Yeomrama army, his martial arts were so great that it was unbelievable even after seeing it with his own eyes.
Among those who fight him, there is no one stronger than him, but only those who do not have a great deficiency are over ten, and he has shown an invincible swordsmanship that defeats the attacks of such masters like a god.
Hard!
Beyond the fierce battle, thick and elastic protests were pulled all the way.
Whoaaaaagh!
Red spirits swirled around the strangely thick arrow. The powerful poetry of the royal family of Pasan, who is said to be the best master under King Biyo Kwak So-gyo, has finished loading.
‘It’s fast.’
The palace guard’s eyes followed Ma Dong-pil’s movements.
He was standing in his place and deflecting the attacks of Gujang, Palhwa, Chilsa, and Yukwoon with exquisite sword strikes.
No, it wasn’t just defense. The sharp sword strikes that were pulled out from time to time were leading to a fatal attack after a perfect defense.
The opponent, who should have collapsed at once, stood firm, and rather, four or five of the attacking stadiums withdrew with fairly deep sword wounds.
It was a tongue-in-cheek inaction. I couldn’t figure out how he could show such an amazing figure with martial arts that hadn’t reached Hwagyeong.
‘But that’s it.’
Light and thunder archery was one of the best archery techniques in the entire martial arts world. If you put a poem of power in it and throw it out, it will come out with power that even a master of the Hwagyeong can’t easily avoid or block.
‘Goodbye, unknown prosecutor.’
It was then.
flash!
Ma Dong-pil, who had scattered Chilsa’s attack with a sharp sword technique, turned to the palace guard.
In an instant, he felt a cold sweat run down his back.
‘You’re watching me?!’
Is it a coincidence?
Now, around that swordsman, the Four Emperor Yujin was spreading. Four Emperor Yujin amplifies the gong power of those who have mastered the boatman to the limit, while distracting the enemy’s emotions and suppressing their inner strength at the same time.
In addition, the closer you get to the truth, the more adversely affect your senses. If you couldn’t maintain your immobility, your five senses were dulled, and your inner strength was suppressed, it meant that you couldn’t produce even half of your original skills.
It must be the same for that rocky swordsman. Looking at Magi, it’s obvious that it’s a demon, but Magong and Sailor are different. There was no way he could see himself protesting behind a building far away.
‘It must be a coincidence.’
The royal guard of bankruptcy believed in her own power, and furthermore, in the secret science of the god of death. Even a master of hwagyeong can’t break Sahwangyujin.
Chiyiyi profit!
Gray smoke rose from his fingers as he tugged at the bowstring.
‘Goodbye.’
Teeing!
At the same time as he let go of the demonstration, the poem of powerless power narrowed the distance to three inches in front of Ma Dong-pil’s chest.
There was absolutely no lightning. Arrows with destructive power comparable to walleye bullets are even faster.
The palace was certain. It wasn’t enough that his own powers would pierce the swordsman’s sternum and shatter his heart, split his backbone and drive him deep into the ground.
There was no doubt that the career in the poem of power would swirl and shatter Ma Dong-pil’s upper body.
However, his faith was soon shattered.
Fish! Aaaaaang!
Poetry of power exploded.
The queen’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear.
Flash!
At the same time, a gust of sword wind blew into the place where the palace guard was hiding.
It’s neither faster nor stronger than at the time of defeat. However, from the point of view of the royal court, it was an unexpected blow, and at least the expectation was far beyond the power of power.
pop! Clumsy!
A smooth hole was drilled in the outer wall of the building. Inside the perforated outer wall, the pillars supporting the rear of the building were hidden.
Kugu Palace!
The half-destroyed building collapsed with a roar.
Wow!
The palace guard, who escaped in an instant, settled down behind Yongmi Pyeonun (龍尾鞭雲).
The palace guard’s hand quickly pulled the string.
Tititting!
Even though I didn’t use power poetry, I heard the sound of air bursting out.
It was thoughtless that only those who have mastered the art of lightning archery could use it. It was a trump trick to pierce the enemy with an intangible arrow created by Jinki.
pop! Puff!
Ma Dong-pil’s body shook.
The corner of the palace guard’s eyes trembled slightly.
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‘Blocked?!’
The sword of that black magic sword was not that wide. It’s a bit wider than any other sword in the midfield.
All the carelessness he threw was completely blocked by that narrow blade. It’s weaker than power poetry, but I put in a row of shots, but it was all about taking a couple of steps back.
Phew!
The palace guard, who was protesting again, was taken aback. Suddenly, a stone the size of his fist was flying toward her.
It was a stone that Ma Dong-pil kicked. However, the speed was not lacking in the slightest compared to the mindless.
“not… … !”
Whoops!
The head of Yongmi Pyeon-un, one of Yuk-woon, was shattered.
Tititting!
Gung-wi, who had taken a stance behind Pyeon-woon’s corpse, once again fired four shots.
Whoo! pop! Whoo! pop!
Musimroe, who failed to hit Ma Dong-pil, simply burst into the empty ground and disappeared.
‘Dodging again!’
Flash!
Surprisingly, it didn’t end there. As if he knew exactly where the unthinking would come from, Ma Dong-pil, who avoided the arrow and approached Chilsa at the same time, spread out the sword.
Kurrureung! Pooh!
A powerful sword strike that seemed to pierce the sky tore the chests of three of the seven warriors.
It’s not cutting or stabbing, it’s just bursting. It wasn’t that I couldn’t control my strong power. It was the swordsman he intended, abandoning sharpness and choosing strength.
Blood splattered, sternum flying in fragments, torn and shredded flesh.
Chow ah!
Darker golden magic rose from Ma Dong-pil’s body, which covered everything.
Whoaaaaagh!
Now it’s no different from a monster.
In the roaring golden fire, the devil’s eyes, which are much thicker than the demonic storm that can be seen with the naked eye, are produced, holding a demonic sword that looks three or four times larger than the original size, and preparing for nine thousand swordsmanship. Mine.
The palace guard said in a heavy voice.
“I can’t.”
Chiriling!
He took out three arrows from behind his back and put his arrows on the string.
“I’ll tie your feet, so you guys use the best technique to seal the author’s sword.”
It meant blocking the divine law and the sword law, and aiming to snipe mindlessly while panicking.
It was a time when the twenty or so surviving masters, from the ballpark to the top five, were raising their morale.
“stop.”
Squeak.
The spirit of Sa Hwang Yu-jin, who was forming a huge whirlpool centered on Ma Dong-pil, was broken.
Then Ma Dong-pil’s demonic energy swayed. It wasn’t that my strength had weakened, but I felt somehow unstable.
“If we continue like this, there will be no limit.”
Sabak.
No blood or flesh splattered on the fine danghye. Even so, with each step, the entire inner garden was engulfed in a bloody atmosphere, as if it had become an ice cave.
Woo woo woo!
Little by little, the storm of morale created by Jinbeop lost its momentum.
However, the concentration remained the same. It only stopped for a moment, but it was fully prepared so that Jin could be activated again at any time.
Ma Dong-pil’s eyes shone.
Before he knew it, the masters who were struggling in front of him split up left and right. And in the meantime, a beautiful woman was walking.
‘King Biyo?’
The eyes of the two men collided in the air.
‘Suck!’
At that moment, Ma Dong-pil felt the shock of the Geumgang Yacha Magicong shaking from the root.
The eyes of Kwak So-gyo, the King of Biyo, were so deep that it is difficult to express them with words that are far away. Even though it was clear that he was a person who had perfected the skill of a sailor, he was clear like that of a master who was obsessed with the Way for some reason.
Ma Dong-pil realized it intuitively. That King Biyo’s martial arts is not lacking in anything compared to that of Sogyoju.
No, in terms of achieving simple martial arts, he was a monster who lived in a higher place than the young master.
“Isn’t it an interesting magic trick?”
Kwak So-gyo smiled. There was no hint of murderous intent or madness anywhere on that beautiful face.
“I thought that the Heavenly Demon’s magic was the only one that could stand against Four Emperor Yujin, but that wasn’t the case. Your magic skills are by no means the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon.”
Kwak So-gyo’s head tilted.
“It’s obviously an impossible feat… … Isn’t it Shaolin? It’s based on an anti-magic ball I don’t know about.”
Squeak.
The tip of the black blood demon sword was directed at Guo Xiaoqiao’s forehead.
Even in the face of an absolute adherent comparable to, or perhaps even superior to, Xu Liang, he did not back down one point. Magi was shaking, but the anticipation that bloomed from the demonic sword was terrifyingly deep.
Sensing that anticipation, Guo Xiaoqiao realized.
“Yes, you are not unaffected by Four Emperor Eugene.”
“… … .”
“I am rather strongly affected. It’s just that Magi itself is growing based on morale. When it comes to boatman, he is indeed the celestial magician.”
Ma Dong-pil’s eyes trembled slightly.
Kwak So-gyo’s appearance of bursting into laughter as if he was happy to realize a new fact was by no means normal.
It didn’t look particularly crazy either. There was no madness in his words and actions that he hadn’t seen in a while.
‘I’m confident.’
Even though he is learning magic skills, the natural enemy of boatman, he is still convinced that he is not his opponent.
It was natural. Xu Liang also blew away Gokcheonsak, which had mastered the Taoist new skill called Sanggeuk in Magic Gong, with a single blow. To a master of that level, the contradiction of martial arts itself does not mean much.
Kwak So-gyo’s eyes were filled with deep interest.
“No matter how much you learn the opposite magic arts, it’s difficult to exert yourself to this extent with your skills. Whether it’s mental power or whatever, you’re a guy I really covet?”
“Shut up.”
“oh? Do you know how to say nasty things?”
Woo woo woo.
Kwak So-gyo’s eyes shone.
Looking at it now, the sword he was holding was no ordinary sword. The demonic energy emanating from the entire sword body was like a tidal wave.
Unusual magic tricks, mental strength that multiplies the skill of Jininba.
In addition, there is no other horseman in the world.
“It’s magic… … It doesn’t mean much to me now, but I think a child like you is necessary to rule the world.”
Kwak So-gyo smiled.
In an instant, Ma Dong-pil felt a chill run down his spine.
hook! Faaaaang!
Ma Dong-pil’s new model hesitated in the fierce wind that blew for an instant.
‘… … ?’
Ma Dong-pil tilted his head.
what? what happened?
Kwak So-gyo licked his lips with his tongue, gently turning his wrist.
“I’m sure they were demonic cults, but I didn’t know there were such talented people?”
Ma Dong-pil, who was deeply puzzled by Kwak So-gyo’s reaction, looked back at the momentary thought.
Bubbly.
Smiling brightly, Seo Liang was approaching.
Left, blue, right, blue-red demonic eyes shining.
“This entertainment will suffice.”
Kwak Xiaoqiao’s face showed even more interest.
“I wanted to snatch this mysterious swordsman from before. But it got stuck every once in a while. Because of your existence.”
Bubbly.
“Who are you?”
Bubbly.
“Are you a master of the Banrohwandong? Old Amazon?”
“no.”
Jigsaw Jigsaw! Roaring!
Spewing fire and lightning, Xiliang, no, Cheon Ha-jin spoke.
“It is the fire you left behind.”
“what?”
Whoa!
Chun Ha-jin’s hand covered Kwak So-gyo’s face.
