Login Murim Episode 963
Buuuu!
While listening to the sound of an unknown horn resounding through the night air, Jin Moo-gyeong suddenly thought.
At this moment, is it your will or instinct to move your body? Suddenly!
A flash of light crosses the air.
Another enemy falls as the sword is swung while spreading light.
The movements imprinted on his whole body through countless repetitions were drawing an accurate trajectory even while he was bleeding and staggering.
Sigh, sigh!
He dodged the assault spear fired from behind, and stabbed the sword he was holding between his sides in a counterattack.
“Wow.”
A word that reached my ear.
Jin Moo-gyeong pulled the sword from the chest of the enemy, who let out a suppressed moan.
As he ran to find another prey, leaving the crumbling corpse behind, his body was wrapped in unbelievable silence.
however······.
‘Clear.’
Even if you don’t see it, you can feel it.
No, because I couldn’t see it, everything around me felt more vivid. darkness.
I spent two years in that pitch-black darkness where not a single ray of light penetrated.
In order to become strong, sometimes I had to swing the sword to avoid going crazy.
As vision became dull, other senses also experienced a dramatic increase in energy (氣感).
“Lord, kill me!”
“It’s just one guy! If you defeat him, “…!”
Strike!
The shout is cut off with an eerie crashing sound. In the endless chaos, Lord Jin Moo, who had defeated the enemy for an unknown number of times, cleared his throat.
dizzy.
The body is as heavy as wet cotton, and the mind is hazy as if in a dream.
What he gained while dealing with a powerful enemy called Majo was not only a momentary realization.
Severe internal injuries.
The screams of my five organs and blood vessels that were all twisted and torn seemed to be ringing in my ears.
Of course, Jin Moo-kyung himself knew. It was Heavenly Luck that defeated Majo.
That it was close to.
It was a blow so perfect that one doubted whether it could be performed again with the help of Cheolmoobaek and Yufang, who disregarded their own lives.
And finally, the existence of a new weapon that can fight against Ganggi. If even one of the three had gone out of order, it would have been Majo, not Jin Moo-gyeong, who was standing here now.
but
‘Damn it.’
There is no result that comes without a price.
Jin Moo-gyeong held his breath, swallowing the blood that was gushing out in tears.
He once again tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, which kept slipping from his grasp, and felt with all his senses the enemies surrounding him, breathing a mixture of fear and anger.
Beyond the loud shouts and screams that resounded ceaselessly, someone’s faint voice was also heard.
“Come on, hurry up and go.”
Jin Moo-gyeong already knew who the owner of that old, grayish voice was. “I’m not going. No, I can’t go.”
Jin Moo-gyeong opened his closed eyes. In his vision, stained red by the blood flowing from his forehead, he saw the figures of Cheolmu Baek and Yufang, kneeling on one knee and panting.
“I’m going back. all together.”
Jin Moo-gyeong’s firm-willed answer made Wei Paeng laugh out loud.
“Take a look. What did I say? “The one thing the Jin family is stubborn about is, Hop,” he chuckled. Patter.
Jin Moo-gyeong’s eyes sank deeply as he saw Yu Paeng’s blood pouring out, unable to continue speaking.
Even the same hematemesis (吐血) has different emergencies depending on its color and contents.
In that sense, Yupin’s current condition was close to a miracle just by not losing his mind.
“shit. “I spilled a lot of blood, and now there’s only a handful at most.”
Although he speaks casually and casually, even Wipin himself knows the urgency of the situation. He looked at his Jin Moo-gyeong, trying hard to keep his eyes from closing.
“This Confucius. Can I just say one word?
“no. Please don’t say any more. Use as much energy as possible…
“Mukyung.”
Looking at Jin Moo-gyeong, who suddenly stiffened, Yu Paeng laughed, revealing his blood-soaked teeth.
“good. “Stop being stubborn.”
M ,,
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“I, Cheol Daehyup here, and you yourself will know. “What is best?”
Jin Moo-gyeong gritted his teeth.
“Not yet, not too late. “You can go back.”
“Yes, you can go back.”
Wipin added softly. “If you are alone.”
“What is that…!”
“Leave before it’s too late. “We should be able to clear a retreat route now.”
It was the right choice to go deep into enemy territory and fight in order to minimize the damage to our troops, but it was also a painful defeat.
Even at this very moment, hundreds of enemies were surrounding us, waiting for the right moment.
And Wei Fang and Cheol Mu Baek were facing that cruel reality exactly.
There is no longer an old tiger who commanded Hangsan, nor a master swordsman who used ghost-like swordsmanship.
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The tiger’s claws were broken, and the ghost sword’s sword skills disappeared along with the crushed arm.
Because that was the price they were willing to pay in order to tie the hands of the previous Demon Head, who had dominated the world for just one moment. but······.
“You, Mu-gyeong, must live as long as you do,
“It’s not because you are a scholar of the Taiwon Jin family.”
Wei Feng and Cheol Moo-baek looked at Jin Moo-gyeong with eyes that seemed as if they would go out at any moment.
The name of the young man reflected in their eyes was not Jin Moo-gyeong.
It was a hope that had to be saved even at the cost of one’s own life, and it was revenge itself that would one day return to the enemy dozens or hundreds of times over.
“Live. “Survive somehow.”
“And come back. To us and to them.”
spring. summer. autumn. winter.
The four seasons (E季) repeat without change. The only thing that disappears in that time is people.
That’s why Huffin believed. Cheolmubaek was sure.
This winter, which came to them early today, will one day visit their enemies as well.
The young swordsman of the Taewon Jin family, who will protect countless people in the future, will defeat them.
“so······
Wei Feng looked at Jin Mu-gyeong with a faint smile.
I remember the time when a young man came to me asking me to teach him how to use a sword when he was a boy.
“Leave this place immediately. “Jin Moo-gyeong, no, Jincheon Daeju.”
“This is an order given by the superior of the main family.”
Jin Moo-gyeong, who was momentarily speechless, closed his eyes tightly.
He knows it too.
What is best? What choices should we make to save more people?
But the steps did not fall.
Jin Moo-gyeong still remembered the lessons he had learned with Mu when he first picked up the sword.
‘Medical Association (Medical Association)
Suppress the strong and help the weak.
We do not turn a blind eye to injustice, and we protect faithfulness like our very lives.
They said it was a charlatan. He learned that this was the attitude that a martial arts person from a political faction who preached righteousness should have.
I just liked the sword, so I learned martial arts to become stronger, but I never forgot the weight and meaning of those two letters.
‘What is best?’
This is the thought that Wei Feng and Cheolmubaek spoke about, and that Jinmu-gyeong himself repeated endlessly in his mind while defeating the enemy. And Jin Moo-gyeong suddenly realized something. “What you two said was wrong.” Sreuk.
He opened his closed eyes and his toes pressed against the blood-soaked ground.
The tip of the sword, which was trembling due to a mixture of fatigue and worry, was aimed at the enemies without wavering even an inch.
“Before you think about what is best or what is worst, you must not forget one thing.”
Whoosh, whoosh!
The upper body of the nomad who was approaching cautiously splits at an angle. Drops of blood rolled down the pure white blade that cut off the owner’s body with the assault spear.
“What is right?”
Jin Moo-gyeong moved like flowing water. The momentary realization slowly melted and a blurred blue sword energy flowed through the sword.
Wow!
A thick fog of blood forms. Jin Moo-gyeong, who cut down three Keshik with a single sword, snatched the New Moon Blade from the hand of the lifeless corpse and scattered it.
“What is a choice you will not regret?” Wedge! Sigh!
A ray of light crossing space.
A death where not even a scream can be heard at the end.
Taking the death of someone who was tying the bowstring to each bow as a signal, the enemies who were tightly surrounding them rushed in at once, unleashing their suppressed fear and anger.
Shhh!
Shut up! Kang!
A flash of light in the darkness.
More than a dozen assault spears and new moon swords were aimed at Jinmu-gyeong, who had struck down the flying sword.
Pipit!
hot. Drops of blood are mixed in the fluttering wind.
My head could have avoided it, but my body rejected it. A fiery pain arose from the traces of the blade that grazed all over my body.
No, it might have been the disappointment and anger that Jin Moo-gyeong felt toward himself.
Shame on myself for thinking, even for a moment, about what was best rather than what was right.
‘This is the only right choice.’
My complicated mind became clear. jin
Mu-gyeong gritted his teeth with all his might. Yes.
A bloody smell in the mouth.
Pain is forgotten as another pain. Little by little, my fading mind returns.
And at the same time.
■■, ■■
What is your heart?
The blue sword energy that was flowing like small waves came together as one.
According to the will of the person holding the sword, they connected, harmonized, and soon became one, drawing a beautiful trajectory.
The trajectory was so perfect that if an old Madou, now dead, had seen it, he would have laughed out loud.
Left ahhh.
The wind has cleared. A cool chill cut through the darkness.
The ten Keshik ten seals who were shooting at Jin Moo-gyeong widened their eyes as if they had made a promise.
With that, I finally understood.
At the last moment, what did Majo see?
What kind of sensation did that powerful, inert monster feel?
Sreung.
The assault spear, which was shining with tangible energy, groaned.
As they looked at the fragments of their beloved illnesses, each with their energy fading away, the ten masters felt their vision tilting.
“Oh, sword demon (劍鬼)······ Puhwaaaak!
A fountain of thick blood staining the air.
Patter. Under the sticky blood pouring down like a shower, Jin Moo-gyeong, who had dropped ten birds with a blow like a blue wave, thought softly.
“I will keep that promise.”
Blue wave sunset.
It was the moment when Jin Moo-gyeong took a step toward the frozen enemies, remembering old Madou, who had become the first prey of the nameless blow.
“Can I hear who you promised and what you promised?”
M
Jin Moo-gyeong’s whole body stiffened. A sudden, unfamiliar voice
The owner was looking at him from a distance of only a day’s length. “You guy…
“Jamuka Khan!”
Someone’s shout, or rather, a call coming from all directions, including everyone’s, drowns out Jin Moo-kyung’s voice.
‘Jamuka.’
Despite the voice, the name was familiar.
On the day when the thousand-strong vanguard that invaded Shanxi Province ahead of the main army was destroyed, the words that the strongest nomadic warrior left on his deathbed still remained clearly in my mind.
‘He, Jamuka Khan, will punish you. Blood relatives, friends, home. Everything will be taken away and burned.’
And at this moment, Jin Moo-gyeong, who finally faced Jamuka, realized.
There wasn’t even the slightest exaggeration in those words, which were almost like a curse.
“There you are. “That sword demon.”
Jamuka.
It was at that moment when the Absolute One of the grassland walked towards Jin Moo-gyeong.
Clang.
A small but clear vibration was transmitted through everyone’s toes.