Episode 77. futile (2)
Whoa!
The demons were bewildered by the tremendous magic and sword that spread from the top of the hill.
Ma Dong-pil, who was looking at the place blankly, quickly shouted.
“Three groups, take care of the surroundings! Confucius is fighting!”
“… … yes?”
They still didn’t know who the mysterious master was.
Oops, but now wasn’t the time to explain.
“Move quickly! hurry!”
“I take orders!”
Ma Dong-pil, who gave the order to the members, hurriedly approached Joo-hwa.
“Are you okay?”
“Okay, it’s okay.”
I try to be okay, but it doesn’t look okay at all.
In addition to internal bleeding, fragments of uncontrolled demonic energy leaked out. It was a bonus that one side of his face was messed up.
But the coin was resolute. She couldn’t just fall down because she was injured even though Sam Gongjanim suddenly appeared and smashed all the monsters.
The face of Joo-hwa, who got up with the help of Ma Dong-pil, blurred. They found Yeon-yi’s body with only two legs left.
biting her lip, she cried out.
“Convoys, watch your surroundings! The items you were trying to transport must be around!”
If it is unreasonable, it is an unreasonable order. It’s full of comrades’ corpses, so find the transport before you can even collect them.
But the demons understood her. No, she didn’t even need to understand her.
Live by the order and die by the order. They were the demons of Protestantism.
Papababak!
Ho Court cleaned up the surroundings, and the convoy demons searched the surroundings.
“Hoo-wook!”
Joo Hwa slightly bowed her back. His complexion was getting paler.
Ma Dong-pil took out a single medicine from his bosom.
“It’s a common name. Come on.”
“that… … .”
“This is not the time to be stubborn. I can go back and get it again.”
Joohwa nodded.
“thank you.”
There is no need to say anything. She knew better than anyone the seriousness of the situation.
Ma Dong-pil quickly took the generic name and looked at the top of the hill while standing guarding the coin that entered the cloud.
Flash! Flash!
The red magic light has weakened. Xi Liang dragged the opponent away.
‘Damn it.’
I’m sure I heard Gongjanim shout out the other person’s name. But I couldn’t remember because I was fascinated by Confucius’ overwhelming spirit.
In any case, it was clear that he was very strong. It was because the fragments of the airwaves were enough to make my hair bones grow soft.
In other words, the Three Gongja are consuming enough energy to kill all the monsters and fighting another strong man.
He was just sitting there doing nothing.
In my mind, I wanted to go there right away to help Gongja, but I knew that Gongja didn’t want that.
‘You’re angry.’
His ability as a guardian is clearly second to none. His ability as an unmanned soldier deserves to be evaluated as great enough.
But then what? No one was able to protect it properly at an important moment. Instead of protecting it, I received help from Confucius again.
shiver.
Blood flowed from his bitten lips. Even the magic that had been captured for a moment from the indescribable sense of shame almost opened up.
He looked down at the coin.
‘Quickly finish it.’
When the situation here finds at least some stability, I will immediately run to Confucius. All he could do now was wait and wait.
* * *
Whoa!
It wasn’t that the amount of inner air increased or the energy waves became several times stronger.
But Jung Il-ryong felt it. That the opponent is completely different from before.
Above all, Magi was completely different from before. It was not a matter of concentration, but of quality itself.
It was vicious before, but the magic that the young demon radiated now was full of depravity.
A terrible demon that seemed to be much closer to the root of demons, and seemed like it would destroy your mind if you faced it.
Jeong Il-ryong shouted.
“The Demonic Cult has created an unreasonable devil again!”
“shut up!”
Whoa! Woooooo!!
The sound waves extending out were so intense as to tear the eardrums. It was a demonic skill reminiscent of Yin Gong.
bang!
Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes shook. He was shot from the spot without any preliminary motion, and his shoulders flinched momentarily.
‘fast!’
Huung.
The left hand of Xiliang split the wind. It was a long hit that was hit from the bottom to the top, and it was the Kang Byeok-soo of Jecheongi.
Chii profit!
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I tried to avoid it, but it was too fast and a strong blow. Jeong Il-ryong’s sleeves were torn.
Paaang!
That wasn’t the end. It turns its body and kicks, and its flexibility is truly dazzling.
It was a plate that would be properly disgraced while doing it. Jung Il-ryong concentrated his energy on his two feet.
Faaaaang!
His body was pushed all the way back. After taking a breather, he tries to reattach.
It was then.
‘… … !’
The opponent’s body became a remnant and scattered.
‘Lee Hyeong-hwan-wi (移形換位)?!’
no. The speed of the remnants dispersing was too fast to see that.
However, there was no doubt that it was a great movement that instantly reminded him of that state. Jeong Il-ryong raised his spirits sharply.
‘stomach!’
jjoong!
It was a waste of time to raise his head, so he raised his sword to block it.
‘Suck!’
The joints creaked. The dense vitality that supported his old and weak body almost instantly disintegrated.
‘This guy?’
Blood vessels bulged on Jung Il-ryong’s forehead.
It has been more than 30 years since he changed his route from martial arts to politics.
It’s been over 20 years since I’ve experienced real combat, except for a brief run a year ago. Not to mention, at that time, there was nothing like a real battle because it was a dream of heaven.
Anyway, he was the leader of the Uicheon League. He’s unexpectedly strong, but it didn’t make sense that he was being beaten like this by a mere late index guy.
Quaang!
With a strong advance, the white sword turned like a windmill.
Damn it!
The clash of countless swords.
Jeong Il-ryong’s index finger turned upward.
Phew!
Xu Liang’s body spun around and retreated backwards. There was a small hole pierced in his long sleeved gun.
“I mean you avoided that.”
Jung Il-ryong’s eyes grew cold. No longer does he look down on his opponent as a ‘merely’ young master.
saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Seo Liang, who was about to attack immediately, stopped. Before I knew it, a pure white mist surrounded Jeong Il-ryong’s body.
The mist was emanating from Jeong Il-ryong’s sword, Baekhak Sword.
‘Sword dance?’
It is a technique that creates a shield around the body by turning the sword energy that has reached its peak into fragments.
However, it did not end with a simple defense purpose. It could be a powerful attack in itself because it is not a simple history, but a fragment of the sword.
Jeong Il-ryong said in a gloomy voice.
“I didn’t want to do it this far.”
Whoops.
As he slowly swung his sword, the sword dance swayed accordingly.
A truly beautiful sight. However, the life that permeated it was as insidious as the fangs of a poisonous snake.
“Just die… … .”
Fain!
Seo Liang rushed forward.
Jeong Il-ryong burst into anger. Being attacked without knowing the reason is frustrating, but that guy was really rude even if he wasn’t polite.
Even though the adult’s words haven’t finished, aren’t they rushing at me?
“this guy!”
Whoa!
The white sword dance was fired at Xi Liang.
It was wriggling and the speed was amazing. It seemed that an innumerable swarm of insects was moving faster than an arrow.
Back!
Power went into the hand of Seo Liang holding the sword.
Pajijijijik!
A black-red glowing rock charge covered the entire blade of the giant blade. He swung his sword with the momentum.
Kwaaang!
Seo Liang vomited blood.
Even though a heavy sword weighing thirty pounds and a longsword weighing less than five pounds collided, Xiliang suffered damage.
It was because his enlightenment surpassed that of Jeong Il-ryong, but his physical strength was still lower than that.
However, Xi Liang was not at all embarrassed.
Quaang!
A look of astonishment came to Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes.
The sword dance that was supposed to devour the retreating opponent and throw it away was scattered. It was an explosion created by Boksangyeong (爆山勁) of Jecheongi.
hook!
Xu Liang appeared through the thick dust.
From the two eyes shining like ghosts, and the sword held in both hands, a hellish gust of wind blew.
“this!”
Jung Il-ryong swung his sword again. It was his Jinsinjeolgi, Baeksanggeombeop (白喪劍法).
PABABABABAK!
Xu Liang’s upper body and shoulders were covered in blood. I was hit before I even took out the magic trick. That meant that Jeong Il-ryong’s sword was fast.
Whoa!
Still not backing down The wind blowing from all directions caught his sword.
A look of urgency appeared on Jeong Il-ryong’s face.
Xu Liang laughed, exposing his blood-soaked teeth.
“Damn it, son of a bitch.”
Kurlureung!!
The wind of the six hells that spread over Ilsuyu completely removed all the sword skills of the Baeksang sword method.
It didn’t end there.
Roaring!
Following the sharp winds of hell, the pillar of fire of the eight heat hell covered the heavens and the earth.
The hot sword became a fire dragon and swept Jeong Il-ryong. Gu Yuinhwadobeop(九幽靭禍刀法) was the manifestation of the ultimate inexorable sword.
In an instant, Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes widened.
‘This projection?!’
A trick I’ve definitely seen somewhere.
In fact, there are only a few martial arts that form high-temperature flames.
Even if the technique is great, if you don’t have enough history to radiate that much heat, you can’t even try it in the first place.
The red pottery and the white sword collided head-on.
Quarreung! Whoa!
Black smoke soared high into the sky along with a large pillar of fire.
It was then that something strange happened.
What a bummer!
In an instant, frost covered the ground.
In the place where the high-temperature flames had disappeared, Sirindishrin’s ice flowers took their place. Jin-ki stirred up the rushing cold air, and in an instant, the son-in-law’s temperature dropped.
The three chapters of the Inhwa painting method following the Six Yeon Hell Style and Ultimate Infernal Painting.
It was a lotus flower of blood that contained the coldness of the eight cold hells, the blood-gyudaehongryeon.
‘profit!’
Jeong Il-ryong’s face reddened. It is to block the cold by raising internal energy with all one’s strength.
thump.
All over the clothes were crumbled. The cold air that had not been blocked had penetrated and damaged the clothes.
Wheein!!
In an instant, a cold wind blew from the front.
The dead wind of Daehongryeon Hell, the end of the Eight Han Hells that contain intangible pottery and drive through them.
A look of urgency appeared on Jeong Il-ryong’s face. Internal injuries caused by the cold were prevented, but I didn’t think they would launch such attacks in succession… … .
‘… … !’
The moment when the moment split the moment.
A corner of his head emitted a flash of light, creating a spectacle.
Traces of the relentless escapism that swept over a dozen fields.
Trees that have turned to ashes and numerous unmanned weapons that have been scorched.
Furthermore, a procession of countless corpses frozen as if stuffed in ice caps.
He remembered the image of himself cutting off a man’s leg after going through that living hell.
And the pottery of the same east wind that was blown away from the sword of the dying man.
‘Is this the sword that the king of Salva used?!’
The Uicheon League’s worst secret weapon that assassinated all masters under the command of the leader.
In an instant, I remembered the words that young devil had shot at me.
– Give me my leg, you f*cking bastard!
Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes shook greatly.
Quarreureung!
The land that the bloody gyudaehongryeon swept through was frozen and roughly smashed.
“Hoo-wook! Whoop!”
Seo Liang took a breath. It was only three times as powerful as it was in its heyday, but it was an attack that would sweep away a decent master without leaving a single piece of flesh behind.
Pussss.
A pure white chill hung over the hill.
Crisp!
The sound of breaking ice could be heard in the chill. It was Jeong Il-ryong.
“You bastard, what is your true identity?”
The appearance of Jeong Il-ryong slowly revealed.
The frozen, shattered jacket fell to the ground piece by piece.
There were red icons engraved here and there on the solid upper body, which was not like an old man. The wound was frozen and no blood flowed.
“Who the hell are you to use that bastard’s sword?”
Seo Liang grinned.
“Do you remember now?”
