Again and again–
The sound of clear water brought Guimyeong back to his senses.
Guimyeong was startled and shocked.
‘Huh? Are you saying I’ve lost my mind?’
What’s more shocking is that I don’t remember how I lost consciousness.
The point was that fragmentary scenes flashed through my mind and
It hurt so much I thought it would break.
‘Let’s just calm down for now.’
Guimyeong ruled the mind.
The title of the best in the world is not given to just anyone. Ten days of shit
He is the one who has survived in a barrel and ultimately succeeded in carrying out the murder.
He was someone whose mental strength was unmatched by anyone in the world of martial arts.
My shoulder was burning as if it was on fire. How much blood had been lost?
Is it? It was a good sign that I felt some pain. Completely
If the nerves were severed, you wouldn’t even feel pain.
Gwi-myeong didn’t open his eyes hastily.
The scene that unfolds before your eyes will not change anyway. What kind of
It was better for Hwang to let others know that he had come to his senses as late as possible.
all.
As I concentrated my mind, memories slowly began to come to me. My head
In the midst of the pain that seemed like it would break, the testimonies about the enemy were fragmentary.
It came to mind.
And, and the ominous voice that echoes in Gwi-myeong’s heart.
Oh! That’s right. I heard a voice from behind.
At that moment, Gwi-myeong turned around without a moment of hesitation and fired his fatal weapon.
He flew away. He came up behind me without making a sound. That’s what he said.
It means that someone is much more skilled than you.
Oh my god! You’re that good.
Only a surprise attack was the way to survive. That decision was clearly correct.
‘however…….’
My head started hurting again, as if it was going to split open.
A vision of something flying in with a flash came to mind.
It was faster than any weapon Guimyeong had ever encountered in his life.
‘That’s where it happened.’
Again and again.
The sound of water was heard again. It was the sound of tea being poured into a cup.
‘Who could it be?’
I hope that it’s not the worst case scenario, and Gwi-myeong closes his eyes.
It’s here.
The blurred vision gradually became clearer.
Three people were sitting around the table drinking tea.
Guimyeong closed his eyes tightly again.
A bunch of big, shirtless idiots sitting around and making dirty jokes.
A torture technique that is intended to scare or to be quite cruel, in my opinion.
It would be nice if you could heat your own iron or ironing board, but the reality is that
It was different from the wind.
‘Damn! This is not good.’
I didn’t check properly, but I felt like they were all old people. There
The person sitting with their backs turned was clearly an old woman.
You’re drinking tea in a classy manner after putting people down? That’s only one thing.
I meant. Masters! Damn, three of them.
Guimyeong opened his eyes again with the intention of first checking his physical condition.
I looked down at my right shoulder, which was sore and aching.
Sunsan Gwimyeong almost screamed.
It was something I never dreamed of, stuck on my shoulder.
It was.
It was a scythe.
It was a heavy, rough thing with a blue tint, and it was on his shoulder.
It penetrated through and was lodged in the back wall.
‘Could it be that the sickle that flew in at that time?’
The mental shock of not being able to avoid such a crude and large scythe
It shook Gwi-myeong’s heart.
At that moment, a thought struck his mind like a bolt from the blue.
‘no way!’
No sickle in the world can pierce his shoulder.
Except for one sickle.
Cursed horseman.
The Twin Magi.
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Sixty years ago, he brought terror to the world of martial arts with two sickles.
The poisonous weapon of the great witch Yang Hwa-yeong.
Yang Hwa-yeong was the most special woman in the history of martial arts. The woman was sick.
It was a strangely rare thing to use it as a weapon, but it was actually surprising.
Rounding out her world-shaking martial arts skills was awe-inspiring.
She was the most trusted and loved by the previous Heavenly Demons and was a powerful magician.
He was known for his cold temperament and was one level above the Yukmajon.
She is a legendary woman who was called the Most Precious Demon Queen.
The legendary witch Ssangma-gyeom and Yang Hwa-yeong who will be remembered in history for a long time.
‘Could it be… her?’
As if to prove it, there was another one on the old woman’s waist.
The scythe was hanging from the handle. She must have been well over a hundred years old already.
She had a bent back and wore a headscarf on her head like a country woman.
He was wearing a sickle on his waist, so he was definitely a farmer who had come to work.
It was a wave.
That’s why I felt even more confident.
‘Huh? Is that really her?’
What kind of old woman in the world could make herself like this?
go?
All the hairs on his body stood on end, and Guimyeong was gripped by fear.
He clenched his teeth so hard that they almost broke. His eyes were tightly shut.
I almost cried.
And there is one thing that comes before pain, before anger, before fear.
I wonder.
‘Why is she here?’
Then I became curious about the identities of the other old people who were there.
I opened my eyes again.
In Guimyeong’s eyes, a sword was standing next to another old man.
Oh, I came.
A single pattern engraved on the scabbard.
The lightning pattern I saw on the wall of Jinibong.
The lightning bolt engraved on the scabbard is not for show, but only for one purpose.
Ram.
The only person who can unleash real power when he draws his sword.
‘Sure, sure, it’s a real wall sword!’
His trembling body was telling him that this was a real wall sword.
‘Then you’re saying it wasn’t a fake emergency kit?’
Guimyeong was breathless. The sound of his pounding heart was like thunder.
It echoed throughout the room.
Buzz, my teeth chattered without me realizing it. It was all wrong. Anyway.
They would have known from the beginning that they were awake.
Guimyeong opened his eyes. Even if he opened his eyes, no one would care.
I didn’t. Guimyeong was suddenly scared. It was the survival instinct that sensed death.
I feel the tremors.
Twin swords and wall sword.
Absolute masters representing Jeong and Ma.
Why are they here together?
The swordsman and the Jeongpain who hated Ma extremely will never forgive him.
I can’t believe it, the witches are sitting side by side drinking tea.
It was an unprecedented sight.
Then the other old man spoke politely.
“Would you like one more drink?”
Although he was a person I had never seen before, Guimyeong knew who he was.
could. The delicate movement of pouring tea into a teacup. Sharp as a knife.
The cold magic flowing from the eyes. The eyes alone can kill a person.
He seems to be the last one to go kill the enemy, the Demon Sword Cheonmuak.
There was no rim.
If he is the Demon Sword, then the two people above are also certain. The Demon Sword is the one who drove it.
There is no one in this world who would treat you with a ride.
Because it is.
Ssangma-gyeom Yang Hwa-yeong, one of the top ten martial arts masters of the Jeonjeon era.
Wall Power Sword, Naeng-i-sang, one of the top ten martial arts masters of the generation.
Demon Sword Cheonmuak, one of the top ten martial arts masters of his time.
Three truly incredible people sitting side by side, drinking tea.
It exists.
‘This is ridiculous! What on earth is going on?’
Dozens and hundreds of doubts flared up like flames. The flames
As I was burning white, one conclusion suddenly popped out.
‘Oh, really? Are they all on the same side?’
What if this is a joint fraud between them?
What if the young rascal Jeokgeon was just a figurehead?
What if three of the best swordsmen got together and robbed the rich people of the Central Plains?
The amount was hundreds of dollars. Even if it was a pair of horses, it was a lot of gold.
Wouldn’t you like to try a refreshing and easy cure for your childhood?
As soon as I thought about it, nothing else came to mind.
“Now that I think about it, twenty years have already passed.”
It was Yang Hwa-young who broke the silence. It was not a stale voice. It was a young voice.
It was as vivid as a woman’s. How profound her inner strength was.
I could feel it right away.
“It’s already happened”
The one who answered politely was Byukryukgeom.
“You’ve gotten so old.”
“You are still the same, senior.”
There was a sense of friendliness in the conversation.
No, no, no matter how much I think about it, this is ridiculous. Yang
Are Hwayoung and Naengsang playing the role of senior and junior? With such a friendly attitude?
The strongest people under the sun are just doing it for money?
“Why did Lee Geon-i leave for Hubei?”
At that moment, Guimyeong’s ears perked up.
Is this it? So does that mean that this guy Jeokgeon really exists?
“How can I know the intentions of that dark bastard inside?”
Then Yang Hwa-young laughed out loud. Thinking about the enemy
He seemed to be in a good mood.
“What do you want to do now?”
“Let’s go too. We have nothing to do anyway, right?”
Then Yang Hwa-young looked at Cheon Mu-ak.
“Hey, what are you going to do?”
Aiya, the Demon Sword is in a place where people call her a child. It’s really like this.
If it weren’t for the shitty situation, I would have been so touched that I would have even danced.
“Let’s do it together.”
It was a short answer.
Yang Hwa-young’s eyes narrowed. It seemed like she had a lot to say.
She just smiled wickedly.
“You’ll have to do all the errands now……”
“I will do it.”
Then, Yang Hwa-young smiled brightly while looking at the Byeokryeokgeom.
“You, the youngest is now free.”
The wall sword smiled. He was the youngest among the two.
Yang Hwa-young’s words, “Jeni,” are funny.
It was the Wallyuk Sword that had been watching her temperament for the past twenty years.
She used to be so cruel and cold, but now she is quite talkative.
He was showing a friendly smile. It was all thanks to one person.
am.
Yang Hwa-young said with a bright smile.
“If it weren’t for that kid… our lives would have been so boring.
yes.”
“I guess so.”
“So… this time I pretended not to be able to overcome the guy’s will and followed him.
I guess I should give it to you. At twenty, you’re an adult now. Right.”
“If the senior steps forward, the world of martial arts will be in an uproar again.”
“That’s right. But I’m already over a hundred years old. That’s the law of the world.
“That doesn’t mean anything. I believe those kids will understand.”
The name refers to other people, not just ‘those kids’
I had a gut feeling that someone was doing it. Of course, I could never have guessed who it was.
Even the leader of the martial arts world is just a child to Yang Hwa-young.
Yang Hwa-young glanced at Gwi-myeong.
“Little child, would you like a drink too?”
Narrow, long eyes visible through wrinkles.
The energy radiating from her two eyes was so intense that it made my stomach churn.
It was scary.
Guimyeong was convinced that he was going to die. The messenger of death was whispering in his ear.
He whispered. Trying to make the most of his last moments.
Instead of answering that he would drink tea, Guimyeong muttered softly.
“…The Supreme Being, the Twin Horsemen.”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
“…Wall Force Sword.”
Naeng-i-sang nodded silently.
“…the magic sword.”
Cheonmuak sent out a murderous swear word.
When he actually checked it himself, Guimyeong’s mind became calm.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
Yang Hwa-young answered calmly.
“I promised not to kill anyone without his permission.”
The name was confusing.
‘Him? Who are you talking about?’
Who in this world would dare to give permission to Ssangma-gyeom?
Is that right? Could it be Cheonma? If it was Cheonma, I don’t think they would use that expression.
Guimyeong asked with a hint of hope.
“Then does that mean you’ll spare my life?”
After taking a sip of tea, Yang Hwa-young nodded.
“I won’t kill you. Instead, I will destroy your dantian and cut off the meridian of one of your legs.
“I will break it off.”
Guimyeong laughed and said, “That is a pain worse than death.”
It was a horse.
Yang Hwa-young added with a faint smile.
“Of course I heard that Salsu doesn’t fear death.”
He just told me to kill myself.
Yang Hwa-young was a great witch who once terrorized the world. Her cruelty
Ham understood it well enough. No, even if you answer like this,
I am so grateful for what you give me.
What was suspicious about Guimyeong was the Wall Power Sword.
“I’m just surprised that Senior Cold is with Mahu.”
Naeng Yi-sang, the great swordsman who shook the world of martial arts.
He didn’t answer anymore.
It was Yang Hwa-young who answered instead.
“Time… even tires the weak.”
Then Naeng-i-sang looked at Yang Hwa-yeong and said.
“The power of time isn’t limited to that.”
If you have changed, it means that Yang Hwa-young has also changed a lot.
It was truly an incomprehensible answer for Gwimyeong.
Guimyeong really wanted to live. He wanted to live and tell this story to everyone.
I wanted to give it to you.
Yang Hwa-young said coldly.
“Okay, you can go now. It’s a shame, but there’s no way you can kill that child in the world.
There is no room for it.”
Her face was smiling, but her eyes were extremely cold.
“There’s something I want to ask you before I die.”
“What is it?”
“Who is this enemy? Is it the one that Senior Cold used?”
I heard from the conversation earlier that he went to Hubei. Ha
But no matter how much I thought about it, he seemed like a non-existent person.
The son of the caretaker of the estate said that if the prize was awarded, there was a clap of thunder.
It must be true.
Three people laughed at the same time. It was laughter of denial.
“I see, after looking into it, you would…”
Yang Hwa-young asked with a meaningful smile.
“Would you be able to imitate that child easily?”
Those words only caused Gwi-myeong to feel confused again.
“Then, are you the seniors’ disciples?”
Yang Hwa-young also laughed in vain at the thought that they might be a common enemy.
He denied it. Damn it, then who the hell is that guy?
Whether it’s the enemy or not.
Now just hearing that name makes my head hurt.
“Anyway, I envy him. He is protected by masters like you.
“You’re enjoying the anger.”
Exactly–
Guimyeong bit the poison he had hidden behind his molars.
I never thought I would ever use this until this morning.
It was something I couldn’t even do. It’s something I sometimes say when I kill someone I’m hired to kill.
There are times when unexpected days come in life, and today is the day.
This is the day. Damn, that’s what it’s going to be like.
“Coolook.”
Yang Hwa-young spoke softly as she watched Guimyeong spitting out black blood.
“Why do you think we are protecting that child?”
The image of Yang Hwa-young looking at herself was becoming blurry.
In order not to lose sight of it, Guimyeong focused his strength on his eyes.
“What does that mean?”
The last drop of blood containing the true energy gushed out. Guimyeong’s head sank.
He leaned forward. He heard Yang Hwa-young’s words in his ear.
It is a word that will haunt me even after I die, and is absolutely incomprehensible.
It was.
“…He’s a kid who doesn’t need our help at all.”
