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“This is crazy…!”
An embarrassed curse burst from Yeonwoojung’s mouth. Anyone in his shoes would have the same reaction.
‘What the hell is this guy’s sword…?’
A single sword.
The movements the Juklip man did were simple. Just a lateral strike extending from left to right.
But the aftermath was anything but simple.
A red line appeared out of nowhere in the world. Like looking at the eastern horizon just before the sun rises. It was a sight that seemed majestic at first glance.
The problem is that the red horizon was drawn on top of Cheonwoldae.
No one escaped.
It’s natural.
How can you avoid the sword that hits you like a beam of light? The moment you realize it, you will have already been attacked.
Unless you have intuition that reaches the realm of foresight, it will be difficult.
The sight of a total of seventy bodies being torn apart at the same time was quite bizarre.
There was no screaming. Is it because he lost his sense of pain due to the reverse blood magic attack?
Even after being amputated, the lower body took a few more steps before flopping down, and the upper body, which had lost the lower body, fell behind it, spilling out internal organs and blood. The dark blue demonic energy that was blooming around them was fading by the minute, and the natural light that shimmered in each person’s eyes also quickly lost its shine.
The word annihilation is engraved in Yeon Woo-jung’s mind like a seaweed seal.
The shock itself was something that was hard to believe even when you saw it with your own eyes. These are not some idiots. Cheonwoldae, which is recognized as one of the elite military units within the Heavenly Demon Church, was defeated even though its power had been greatly increased by using reverse blood magic…!
And that too in just one move.
The fact that Yeon Woo-jung survived was purely by luck. He assumed that his Juklip man was an expert who was difficult to estimate, so he did not despise even a light cross attack. And the ominous intuition he felt for a moment made him jump into the air without realizing it. He said it saved his life.
“You’re lucky. I was half-planning to kill you.”
Yeon Woo-jung’s body trembled at Yeon Won-myeong’s mumbling. It’s not that I didn’t, it felt like I had just truly stepped into the nether world. The warriors of Cheonwoldae were lying sprawled on the floor with blood on their faces. They almost lost their lives looking just like them.
‘…Do you have no intention of finding out why our school is in Hyeonyangchon?’
Yeon Woo-jung did not understand. The believers disguised as civilians do not know the details of the plan to use Hyeonyangmun Gate. The other person will probably guess that as well. In other words, if Cheonwoldae and Yeonwoojung here died, what the Cheonmashinsyo was plotting here would be completely buried. Does this mean that it doesn’t matter?
This was an idea that Yeon Woo-jung did because he did not know the person named Yeon-myeong.
Yeon Myeong’s greatest interest is to lead a normal life with her precious people. I wasn’t obsessed with uncovering the truth. Although he was not without curiosity about what the Demon Cult was plotting in Sacheon, he decided that it was enough to disrupt the plan by simply killing the Demon Cult. There was also a reason why he was saddened when he found out that Yeon Woo-jung was the younger cousin of Makwang Cheonju Yeon Yeon-hyeok.
Moreover, aren’t Kunlun and Gong going to fight against the Demonic Cult soon? If the Demonic Cult were to collapse at that time, wouldn’t what we were planning here in Hyeonyangchon become irrelevant?
‘More than that, I’m holding on to this.’
Yeon-myeong took a glance at Yeon Woo-jung and then looked at the yam sword. The yam sword was incandescently red, but it was slowly regaining its original color.
It is definitely a famous sword.
The Geomcho Island that Yeon Myeong just unfolded is the martial arts of the Sword Demon, who was his teacher in his previous life. Of course, it wasn’t a proper display of power. It wasn’t a powerful weapon built up based on power delay, but it was unfolded as a Dokyoucheong Gwangsimbeop, an inner strength of the Party’s mind law, Dokyoucheong Gwangsimbeop. There was a feeling of deterioration to some extent.
Even so, an ordinary sword can never handle the martial arts skills of a sword demon. This is because defeat is essentially a debilitating force. Unless you are born with a body that is far superior to that of a criminal or have the power to live a long life, your life is bound to be short-lived simply by learning the art of defeat. Even if it is not a true power of defeat, the sword spirit’s martial arts skills are imbued with the nature of defeat, so the sword expires before it can be properly wielded.
Of course, there seemed to be a limit to what the yam sword could withstand. If the white-hot sword body spreads sword blades one after another without subsiding, it will not be able to endure and will melt. However, this was not a problem with the skill of the master who made the sword, but a problem with the material of the sword. Rather, since he made a sword of this size with ordinary iron, the swordsman’s skills must have been very outstanding.
Meanwhile.
[What is that geomcho… ?]
Shikigami Heonggak asked without hiding his surprise.
[Even if he was the sword king of his time, I would believe it. Does it make sense in common sense? Is this the level of swordsmanship of a guy who hasn’t even lived for 20 years…?]
It was surprising. Cheong Heong knew that Yeon Yeon-myeong had achieved inaction to the point of reaching the realm of fire, and that he had also mastered a considerable level of memorized martial arts. In particular, by mastering the Dokyoucheonggwangsimbeop, wasn’t he a being who could be called the master of poison? But now that I look at it, it seems like his swordsmanship skills are even better.
Hearing thought. Isn’t this guy actually an old monster who went through anti-robot conversion? No, before that, are they actually blood relatives of the Tang family…?
Jang Gil, Tang Mi-ryeo, and Zhuge Yingying were also gaping at the sight that was completely beyond common sense. It’s easy to say, but is it really possible to handle seventy people with just one sword, and that’s the elite of the Demonic Cult…?
Moreover, when he swung his sword as if he was playing some kind of joke, the belly skin of those charging at him from a distance split open and they fell into pieces and rolled around. What kind of unrealistic scene is this…!
‘Is this the right person?’
Yeon Woo-jung’s son, Yeon-cheong, could not contain his astonishment. I didn’t even care about the pain in my shoulder anymore. It reminds me of a story I heard as a child. Yeo Dong-bin, a swordsman who reached the level of a immortal with a sword, said that if he swung his sword with his mind, he could cut off an entire mountain peak. I thought it wasn’t a completely absurd story. No, maybe that man is the reincarnation of Yeo Dong-bin.
At the same time, I began to feel that death was just around the corner. When I found out that his father was of the same lineage as that Demon Lord Cheonju, and when a significant number of Heavenly Demon Shinism warriors began casting reverse blood magic attacks, I thought this crappy situation would end soon… Hope was lost with just one sword strike from the Juklip man. Everyone disappeared.
“…Save me.”
Suddenly, Yeon Woo-jung spoke. He quickly gave up. He, too, was a person who had mastered the Demonic Resonator and was able to increase his power by using reverse magic techniques. However, he judged that it was just a meaningless struggle against someone who slaughtered Cheonwoldae in his seventies without any hesitation.
In that case, you should try to salvage as much as possible.
Yeon Woo-jung’s eyes briefly turn to her only son, Yeon-cheong. A child created for a mission. He obviously didn’t feel much affection at first. However, it is said that even hedgehogs are happy with their babies. As he watched him grow up, he realized the affection for his flesh and blood that he had not known when he was in Cheonma Shingyo.
Looking at the Juklip man, Yeon Yeon-myeong again, Yeon Woo-jung continued speaking.
“My life is not worth it. I will gladly give it up. Since I did not recognize a master like you and thrust my sword at him, I have nothing to say even if his eyes are gouged out. However, please save the child, who is still young. He does not know anything. My father “Today was probably the first time I found out that it was related to the Heavenly Demon Church.”
“father….”
Yeonwoo-jung’s words made Yeon-cheong cry.
“It’s just an ordinary child. I don’t know what kind of help you have with the Demon Light Heavenly Lord, but the Demon Light Heavenly Lord doesn’t even consider me or that child as his flesh and blood. Among the blood relatives of the Love Family, the only one the Demon Light Heavenly Lord cares about is the head of this school. Suicide. If you do, I will kill myself, so please, at least for that child….”
It was a desperate tone.
A father begs for his son’s life by sacrificing his own life. It was a story that would shake anyone with a weak heart. She also felt a little uncomfortable with Jang Gil and Dang Mi Ryeo. I knew full well that Yeon-myeong had the personality of not leaving behind any regrets, but it was difficult to regard Yeon-cheong as one. Because they had not yet discovered that they were from the Tang Dynasty. Couldn’t it be possible for Yeon-myeong to be merciful?
Only Zhuge Yingying was watching the situation with interested eyes. She thought that through this incident, she would be able to learn a little more about what kind of man her natural name was. I was curious whether she would show a side that was swayed by recognition, or whether she would reveal an even more ruthless nature.
Eventually, with everyone watching, Yeon Myeong’s lips slowly parted.
“It’s normal…”
Yeon Myeong stretched out his words, glanced at Yeon Cheong, and then looked at the nameless Yajang on one side, who was not even able to make a sound of breathing.
“Usually, an ordinary boy doesn’t throw water at anyone just because something he doesn’t like. I wonder how he grew up. He was probably causing all kinds of harm to the people around him. It didn’t seem like it was his first time taking a life. ”
“He already has the mentality of a demon, and has committed irreparable mistakes. Is it right for him to be exonerated just because he is young? If I hadn’t come here, your son might have harmed that field manager’s life at any time. . Or, if I wasn’t strong enough to handle you, I would definitely have been killed.”
“for a moment…!”
Yeon Woo-jung, who felt that the atmosphere was getting worse, tried to hit the ground. However, Yeon Woo-jung could not move.
‘What is this…!’
This is because the tremendous sudden death that occurred in an instant constricted his entire body. A dark green light flashed in Yan Yanming’s eyes. The realm of killing was activated. Highly refined living pressure put pressure on Yeon Woo-jung. It’s a life that can hit a person’s heart directly. I would be left speechless.
Looking at that scene, Yeon Jang-myeong said coldly.
“Even if there is room for rehabilitation.”
While holding the yam sword, Yeon Myeong suddenly thought of something. It seems as if the name of the sword was built in anticipation of today. The magician has already beaten a hundred. It is enough to be called a yam sword. And now the little devil is trying to do it too.
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“I have no intention of letting the person who pointed a sword at me live.”
“iced coffee…!”
Did he sense death? The extreme fear of Yeonsancheong was engraved in his mind. Because every ounce of his life was directed at Yeon-cheong, he too was unable to move, just like his father.
“There is only one mercy I can show. To humble both father and son.”
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Then, I will regret it when I die. As he added, Yeon Myeong swung his yam sword like lightning.
There was a flash of light once.
Almost simultaneously, two heads fell to the ground.
Perhaps by coincidence, the father and son were facing each other.
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