Login Murim Episode 962
In the short time that split the moment, Majo realized.
The fact that now there is only one option left to you.
Left jaw.
A faint piercing sound approached me like a ghost and softly touched my ears.
At the same time, the world slowed down.
Everything was clear.
The light breathing of Wei Fang and Cheol Moo Baek, both of whom had suffered severe internal injuries, and the drops of blood pouring from between their lips.
And Majo finally let go of the two bottles he was tightly holding and turned around.
I hit the ground with all my might and at the same time let out a double thunderbolt. Woe!
A river of blood flashes as it wraps around both hands.
The enormous energy, which could turn even the Mangeun Stone into powder in an instant, advanced without a hitch.
Toward the blue sword energy resembling the sea that falls on Majo’s head.
Toward the one person who brought that wave of blade-like sword energy.
Jin Moo-kyung.
The gazes of the young sword spirit of the Taewonjin family and the old magician who has accumulated countless killings throughout his life meet in the air.
They were two people who did not resemble each other in the slightest.
The life I have lived so far, the era I was born in, and the meaning I have in my heart.
The young man just liked the sword and learned martial arts, while the old man swung the sword to kill someone.
The young man wanted power. To raise up a declining family.
The old man longed for power. Because the stronger you become, the more people you can trample on.
The young man was one of the many people who did not want to live in trouble, but the old man missed the past more than anyone else, when blood flowed like a river and corpses piled up like mountains.
The path I have taken so far and the direction I have to take in the future are different.
At this very moment, even the sound made by the sword energy and tension that the two people extended towards each other.
Shin.
The black energy that poured down like a blue wave or a ray of lightning was as faint as the sound of a child’s breathing.
Gwaaah!
The great bloody tension roared like thunder.
And between those small differences there was a gap as deep and wide as everything else put together.
Someone will break the wind, and someone will break it.
Goooooong.
A distant flash. Boiling air.
Looking at the sight of two different red and blue lights heading towards each other, Majo suddenly thought.
Transcendence and climax.
I thought that the wall of enlightenment that lies on the border between the two, called sword energy strength and sword energy merchant, might not be as high and huge as I thought.
‘This······
Majo looked at the blue light that shined clearly even in the swirling windstorm.
The blow, which was struck diagonally along a fixed trajectory without wavering, was evidence of all the enlightenment a young man had gained so far and of his progress toward a new level.
Ugh.
The two huge energies finally met and erased the wind.
Space was distorted.
And under such tremendous pressure that it seemed as if his whole body would be torn apart, Jin Mu-gyeong wrapped his arms around Eun.
A deep night where even the moonlight is cloudy.
The pitch-black darkness that finally descended when visibility was blocked.
It was so familiar. All the energy and senses in her body boiled up and flowed towards the sword in her hand. I couldn’t see anything, but I felt it.
The opponent’s mighty power that seemed as if it would sweep away everything at any moment.
It’s brutal, but that’s why there’s a gap of unstable tension.
okay.
‘That’s the place.’
Jin Moo-gyeong lowered his sword as if possessed. The blue light that filtered through my quietly drooped eyelids was clearer than ever.
A thousand times, ten thousand times. Or tens or hundreds of times that.
If you pound it countless times and let it cool, even an insignificant piece of iron will one day transform into a great sword.
A drop of water falling from somewhere can break a solid rock, and what can bring down an elephant is a single thorn stuck in the sole of its foot.
Like right now.
Left ahhh.
Majo saw clearly.
A sharp blue flash that looks like a single solid line, an incredible sight that splits one’s own tension to the left and right. praised at the same time.
‘ah.’
Speed, force, trajectory.
All of it was dazzling. It was so perfect it gave me goosebumps.
That sharpness that can no longer be called a sword, the flash of a divine weapon that cuts through the blood-red river.
‘Indeed, it is beautiful.’
With that one word that he couldn’t say, Majo smiled brightly.
And then he held out his trembling hands towards the beam of blue light pouring down on his head.
Suddenly.
Those beautiful and dazzling waves were cold enough to make me shiver.
* * ♦
The world stopped.
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No, to be exact, everyone’s movements stopped.
The nomads who continued to fight without daring to get involved in the fight against their superiors, who were no different from tyrants, and the Shanxi people who were gradually growing tired of the ceaseless influx of troops. Cheolmubaek and Wifang, who watched everything from closer than anyone else on the battlefield, could barely hold on to their spirit that was about to break, and they were no exception.
– Suddenly.
The cutting sound that had rang unusually clear just moments ago was still lingering in their ears.
With questions I don’t understand. ‘why······
‘What happened?’
A thought that passed through everyone’s mind.
In the distant, swelling flash
Red and blue lights flashed, and that was all.
Everyone on the battlefield saw that bright light clearly, but at the same time, they could not see anything.
Now this company
The only ones who could break the silence in this narrow canyon filled with blood and corpses were two men standing with their backs to each other with a distance between them.
Jin Moo-gyeong and Majo.
Majo and Jin Moo-gyeong.
Countless killings over a long period of time
The old demon and the young sword demon who had been swinging a sword in pitch-black darkness for the past two years slowly turned towards each other.
Slosh.
With heavy steps, blood that does not belong to anyone overflows from the puddle.
And soon, someone’s new blood filled the void.
Cough.
The lips that had been clenched with all their might parted.
As if a cracked dam had collapsed, blood mixed with pieces of internal organs burst out from the tiny gap.
Left ahhh.
The dark red liquid that embroiders the air wets the ground. Reflected in the refilled pool of blood was the pale face of a young sword demon.
– no! Mu-gyeong!
Kakakang!
The noise of steel begins to echo again along with someone’s urgent cry coming from afar.
Ma Jo suddenly opened her mouth to Jin Moo-kyung, who smiled faintly as she remembered the owner of the familiar voice.
“What is it, that sword?”
One word too short to contain all the emotions and questions he felt.
Jin Moo-gyeong, who swallowed blood welling up once again, answered.
“I do not know either. “This is the first time something like that has happened.”
Majo let out a laugh.
It wasn’t a laugh. Those who had risen to a new level in a state of selflessness where they had even forgotten themselves would always give the same answer.
He too from his childhood.
“Honest.”
“I can’t help it. Because it is true.”
“once. “How great it would be if I could see your sword one last time.”
“I don’t mind. “I’m already sick of your face.”
The smile on Majo’s lips grew even deeper.
“Did you name that herbivore?”
Jin Moo-gyeong quietly shook his head.
What he trained was martial arts, but at the same time, it was not martial arts in a sense. Just one strike.
I devoted two years to finding a single path, and today I only glimpsed the end of it.
That’s why I never even thought about a herbivore name.
Until the old monster in front of me spoke up.
“Blue wave sunset”
As the blue waves crash, a bird falls.
Majo, who muttered as if reciting a verse, asked Jin Mu-gyeong in a triumphant tone.
“What do you think? Isn’t it pretty great?”
“well. “It’s a bit childish.”
“this.”
At a time when disappointment was spreading across Majo’s complexion, Jin Moo-gyeong spoke in a calm voice.
“But, well, I think it’ll be okay once you get used to it.”
“okay? “Isn’t that true?”
Majo laughed until his mouth was torn.
Completely unaware of the existence of solid red lines that had begun to appear faintly all over his body.
No, I pretend not to know.
“Jincheongeom (振天劍) Jinmugyeong. Taewonjinga’s… Cough, young swordsman.”
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Blood dripping down.
The mountain people who rushed to save Jin Moo-gyeong, and the grassland people who were confident of Shangguan’s victory and fought them off with high morale, instantly looked at Majo with wide-open eyes.
The old Majin was holding onto the staggering Shinhyeong and was staring at Lord Jinmu. “Kill it. Kill, kill again.”
His eyes and voice were burning with the obsession for murder that he had maintained his entire life.
“With the sword that cut down Nobu. Everything that blocks you. Whoops. Mojo Lee······r
Sreuk.
However, Majo’s voice could not continue until the end.
This was because the red threads that crossed all over his body and the plump blood droplets finally exploded spectacularly.
Fuwaaaaaaa!
Blood fountains gushing out, coloring the air
Everyone’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of Ma Jo collapsing like a rotten old tree.
Those who have fallen and those who are standing.
It is clear who is the winner and who is the loser.
Looking down at the body that had fallen with its head in the pool of blood it had created, with both its arms and upper body cut off, Jin Moo-gyeong quietly opened his mouth.
Before the full-scale battle began, he returned exactly what Ma Jo had said. “When you go to the afterlife, tell a mountain monk that he has died.”
Then, holding the hilt of the sword that felt heavier than ever before, he cut down on the enemy without hesitation and raised it towards everyone.
Suddenly.
“I, Jin Wu-gyeong of the Taiyuan Jin family, have cut down the blood spirit monster!”
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The air in the canyon froze at that powerful cry, filled with what little energy was left.
Jamuka’s royal guards, who were already well aware of Mazu’s identity, were shocked at his end, and the people of Shanxi who heard Mazu’s special name, who had stained the world with blood a long time ago, widened their eyes.
Majo’s death.
In addition, at this moment, another supreme expert has been newly born. WowO}O}Ah!
A huge roar shook the canyon. The Shanxi people, whose blood was boiling like lava exploding, rushed forward, disregarding their lives.
It looks like it will immediately devour the nomads in the rear who are confused by the connection between the Imperial Guard and their warchief, Ching Gen, and the blood soul Bima.
“Hit!”
“we are! Shanxi people do not fall!”
“Wipe out all the barbarians who dare to invade this land!”
“Balshi (發失)! ”
Shhh shush!
Under the pouring rain of arrows, thousands of warriors and government troops, led by Jin Wei-gyeong, whose eyes were red and bloodshot, dug into the broken lines with awls.
“They are coming!”
“shield! Room…!” Pupupuk! Gwadeuddeuk!
The blood mist that had subsided for a moment rose thickly.
In an atmosphere that was suddenly turned upside down, the Shanxi people, whose morale was at its peak, rushed forward, risking their lives.
I swung my military flag with all my might, endured the pain, and bit my enemies until the moment I lost my breath. Suddenly, suddenly!
If you cut one, there are two, if you cut two, there are three.
And there is no more after this. All that remains is death.
Kwasik!
Keshik, seven out of ten of whom were top-notch soldiers, was the undisputed elite of the grasslands, but it was an instant for the 300 or so troops deployed into the canyon to be reduced by half.
“What, what should I do now!”
The Keshik Tenseng did not respond to his subordinate’s cries.
No, I couldn’t answer.
The three hundred generals, Jamuka, and Ma Jo, who was no different from the absolute, were killed.
Is that all?
Even at this moment, his subordinates are losing their lives to blades flying from all directions.
And at the center of it all, there was a ghost who was devouring countless amounts of blood in the form of a staggering god.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Swipe, cut, stab.
As many as twenty Keshik fell down in that simple movement that Jin Moo-gyeong showed.
Although it was clear that he had suffered severe internal injuries, the sword spirit of Taewonjinga was protecting his two comrades in the middle of the canyon.
‘What is this…
The Ten Seals of Keshik wrapped the silver tightly. And then, after a short hesitation,
An order to leave was issued.
No, more accurately, I was trying to get off.
At that very moment, until I heard a familiar sound echoing from behind.
The Ten Seals knew.
The fact that the huge sound made by dozens of horns at the same time is for only one person.
Jamuka.
The great khan, the absolute ruler of the steppe,