Episode 344. Nectar Wine Named Vengeance (4)
“Whoa, whoa.”
The archer’s breathing gradually became rougher.
Fuhuaaak!
A black longsword cut through the stomach of the last member of the eight fires.
The pouring blood and the falling intestines were such a horrific sight that anyone with a weak heart would faint on the spot.
throbbing.
Ma Dong-pil’s heart was beating wildly.
Chii profit!
Dark red smoke rose from the black blooded demon sword covered in blood. It felt like sucking blood to replenish one’s mana.
Whoa!
The lifeblood flowing from the demonic sword became more bloody than before.
Ma Dong-pil aimed his sword at the palace guard.
“This is the last one.”
The palace’s cheeks trembled.
‘crazy!’
That maddened swordsman’s realm was one level higher than his own.
However, the difference was never huge. Even if it was a one-on-one battle without so many people, it was a level gap that could split hundreds of seconds.
Even so, that guy cut them all.
He stands in front of this after slashing down all the top masters of the field, eight fires, seven samurai, and yukwoon except himself.
It was difficult to explain with mental strength alone. There was a limit to the sense of actual combat or the benefit of horsemen.
It just went beyond something.
That prosecutor seemed to fight with some kind of conviction that the criminal could not even imagine. That conviction was so deep and so great that it seemed that he had created the mental strength to raise his sword again even after slaughter all those masters.
Roaring!
Once again, golden demonic energy burned from Ma Dong-pil’s body.
Compared to before, the concentration or divergence seemed to be significantly lower. Even the repeated flickering seemed dangerous, as if it would fade at any moment.
It was because his body was full of cuts and lacerations, and a lot of blood had been shed.
Even so, the palace guard could not take Ma Dong-pil lightly. Rather, facing each other one-on-one, I had no choice but to be more nervous than ever.
‘How many power poems do I have left?’
I couldn’t even count the number of arrows I would have known without seeing how frantic they were.
The palace guard, who focused his eyes on Ma Dong-pil until the end, reached out to his waist.
‘It’s two feet.’
Because the arrows were so thick, the number of power poems that could be put in the quiver was only twelve.
But I’ve probably shot twenty rounds so far. It was repeated several times to collect the power poetry that had been shot and shoot again.
No more.
I had to fight on my own two feet. If he couldn’t kill with both feet, he would have to use Musimroe, but Musimroe was a very dangerous choice now that he had consumed a lot of internal energy.
Seruk.
Dongpil Ma took a step forward. The sword gauntlet hanging from her waist swayed, disturbing the eyes of the palace guard.
He took out one foot in a fit of power.
hard.
I felt like my shoulder was going to come off while pulling the protest.
The tension of the Gwanghyeon-gung (光絃弓) with a power poem was enormous. The protest was so heavy and elastic that even a first-class master would feel stiff after a few shots.
Arrows and internal strength were limited, but now the body was also the limit.
Woo woo woo.
A red whirlpool rose from the arrowhead of the time of powerlessness.
Chii profit!
Even the black blood demon sword shimmered with a golden glimmer.
shiver.
A cold sweat broke out on the queen’s forehead.
The power of the sword was noticeably reduced compared to before, but the life force that spewed out from the sword was getting worse as time went on. What was more frightening was that the murder was not caused by hatred, but was amplified by overwhelming conviction.
Finally, the palace realized.
two feet? no.
it’s only one foot
Until now, that unknown swordsman had been fighting for only one life-or-death situation. Even though he confronted more than 30 masters, he concentrated his whole mind as if he was fighting only one.
He was covering a completely different game from himself, who seized every opportunity with multiple arrows.
So, in order to kill that swordsman, he too had to be determined to end his life with this one shot.
‘… … .’
My shoulders were throbbing, and my back hurt as if it would break.
The internal force surrounding the arrowhead was constantly swirling. Just maintaining it took a considerable amount of internal energy.
‘Still, I put up with it.’
how much time has passed like that
Wheein!
In the midst of a blizzard, a single snow fell into Ma Dong-pil’s eye. For a moment he blinked.
The king’s eyes flashed.
Aaaaaang!!
It was a blow that sounded completely different from before.
It was a straight yarn that did not bend in the slightest. Poems of power shot like lightning reached the front of Ma Dong-pil’s chest before he knew it.
There was a hint of joy on the queen’s face.
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The swordsman hadn’t even raised his sword yet.
‘Win… … .’
It was then.
Jigsaw Jigsaw! Quarreureung!
A tremendous shockwave emanated from the palace’s back and swept him away.
“Ah!”
bang! TOO!
After rolling to the ground several times, he vomited blood. The magic and morale that dwelled in the shock wave turned the inside into mush.
‘Unbelievable… … .’
In competitions between masters, I have often heard that even the shock of a foot stroke can cause internal injuries.
However, I never imagined that a shockwave with this level of power would reach such a far distance. The tension of the transcendent master would not be so strong.
rumble.
Dark red blood continued to flow from the palace guard’s nose and mouth.
Regardless of internal energy consumption, more than 30% of internal organs have already been crushed. Even if his strength was full, he could only extend his life by half each, and eventually he was in a state of death.
‘To die like this. This palace.’
The good thing is that he killed a great enemy in the final match?
It was then.
‘shadow?’
The archer raised his trembling head.
“Ouch!”
Ma Dong-pil stood in front of him. There was an invincible swordsman, still exuding golden swordsmanship, holding in his left hand the power-hungry poem that the royal guard threw with all his might.
Ma Dong-pil said in a cold voice.
“Just die.”
Right before the end, I should have said that it was a pretty decent blow.
The black blood demon sword cut through the air.
Awesome!
The king’s head fell to the ground.
Even at the moment of his death, the palace guard was incredulous. Why is the arrow that should have pierced the opponent’s chest held in his hand, and how the author can remain intact even in this shock wave.
Quadduk!
Ma Dong-pil, who had broken the power poem with his grip, stumbled.
“Whoa!”
He looked down at his left hand. Blood was oozing from the torn palms of his torn hands.
‘It was hard.’
The shockwave from the collision of the two absolutes was mixed with the techniques of the I-weighted method and hit the palace. If the shock wave had their will in it, it was an attack they would not have dared to attempt.
Chii profit!
A haze rose from the wounded left hand. It was because of the cold of the pouring snow and the magi that healed the wounds covered by fraud.
He raised his head and looked at the workshop of the two masters in the distance.
‘Mission accomplished, young schoolmaster.’
Ma Dong-pil’s eyes shook.
‘Be sure to win.’
Yes, yes.
Sogyo Master has won every battle so far. You will definitely win this time too.
He will take the life of King Biyo and return to life with dignity. He didn’t doubt that.
When you come back like that, I will ask you.
What was the word he shouted to King Biyo?
What is Salwang and what is Cheon Ha-jin?
Why did King Biyo call himself Cheon Ha-jin, the first killer in the world, and that he came back alive from hell?
Pajijijik!
Hwang Bo-se was grinding down the buildings in Gajujeon, one by one, in a blue light.
Whoops!
Guo Xiaoqiao’s body staggered from the heavy drinking that engulfed his son-in-law.
Flash!
Xi Liang’s speed was swift.
When he opened Guyumagong and ran, it was like a meteor, but when he opened and ran, there was no lightning bolt that could bounce anywhere. In the blink of an eye, his new model was already appearing in front of Guo Xiaoqiao.
Pooh!
The old man’s body trembled. Guo Xiaoqiao’s shin was touching the forearm raised in front of his right face.
It shows a much faster speed than before, but Kwak So-gyo’s reaction speed was also not in the realm of humans. Kwak So-gyo is fully responding to such a fast new law.
Xu Liang’s left hand embraced the demonic energy of thunderbolt and swung forward.
Pajijijik!
A threatening flash of light raged. Guo Xiaoqiao’s face turned white.
bang!
“Big!”
For the first time, a moan escaped from Guo Xiaoqiao’s mouth.
Dismissed! Paperweight!
This time, he crossed his arms to block it, but the shock and aftermath were different from before.
The blackened cuffs were tattered like rags. The clothes that had been protected by the Four Emperors’ Geukki began to be affected by the powerful attack of the reigning Mahuanggi.
‘This crazy!’
Kwak So-gyo hit Biyoeumjang again.
Quaang!
Seo Liang was also shocked. The complexion of Xi Liang, who staggered back, was even paler than before.
but.
Woooooooooo!!
Seo Liang straightened his back again.
His complexion became paler, and his wounds deepened a little.
However, the magic power radiating from his body did not shake even a bit, and the sense of intimidation that oppressed his son-in-law did not change at all.
It was the unwavering majesty of the Demon God. There was a shadow of the absolute that would readily accept any martial arts or any attack.
Guo Xiaoqiao’s face was even more distorted.
Seo-ryang looks down at himself with cool blue eyes. In an instant, Kwak So-gyo saw the image of Sura-made remittance bag, the first in Sapa, in his eyes.
“How dare you!”
A surge of anger burned the boatman even stronger.
It was similar to the appearance of Seo Liang, who pulled out the old Yumagi to the limit. Guo Xiaoqiao’s body was invisible to the naked eye because of the gray mist that enveloped her body.
“I am the best in the world! No one can be over my head!”
Chiririling!
Guo Xiaoqiao’s fingernails instantly grew to a length of one character. The white color was stained red like blood.
Lightning struck Xu Liang’s eyes.
Those fingernails red like blood were definitely the same as when he attacked himself in the past.
Kwak So-gyo laughed evilly and said.
“Are you really that stupid killer? Then, do you want to remember this too?”
Pussssss.
A faint green smoke billowed around the red fingernails.
“It’s called death poisoning. It is a tribute that could not be completed at the time.”
Whoa!
The gray sky of the Four Emperors was all green, like the smoke generated around the fingernails.
“Even a poisonous bird that is only half-transformed can kill you… … .”
Faaaaang!
Xi Liang didn’t listen anymore. He just cast Demon Emperor’s Reign and moved to the left front of Kwak Xiaoqiao to wield the Cheonmado.
It wasn’t that she was shaken by her words. While she was talking, she found the slightest gap, so she attacked.
The huge blade swung with the momentum to cut Guo Xiaoqiao’s waist in half.
Kagaga River!
Red nails blocked the road to Cheonmado.
Kwak So-gyo burst into laughter.
“You son of a bitch! Where are you going with that obvious attack!”
Kang!
“uh?”
Kwak So-gyo’s eyes widened in an instant.
On the other hand, the expression on the face of Seo Liang did not change. He only watched Guo Xiaoqiao with lightning-like eyes filled with chills.
However, the Cheonmado was loaded with stronger magic and stronger power.
Kagaga River!
“Kuk!”
Kwak So-gyo’s body was pushed aside little by little.
She said in a cool voice.
“Do you believe that in the past, evil spirits were stronger than demons?”
“Profit!”
A vein stood on Kwak So-gyo’s forehead.
I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. He was obviously above the reaction speed and the power of martial arts, but why was he suddenly pushed back?
The corner of Seo Liang’s mouth went up.
“Yes, it could be, but at least I don’t think a god of death could have defeated the Heavenly Demon.”
Woooooooooo!!
He raised his left hand, leaving the strength that had been pouring into the Heavenly Demon Sword intact.
The space wriggled wildly. The demonic qi flowing from the left chest was distorting the surrounding scenery.
Heaven’s Demon (天子魔), the hand of the Demon King of Desire that manipulates the sky.
It was Neungcheon Marasoo (凌天魔羅手).
“Since I watched the martial arts of half the four years, I will fulfill my greed from now on.”
Neungcheon Marasoo, which erases space, exploded at Kwak So-gyo.
Whoops!
