Becoming the Swordmaster Rank Young Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family Chapter 176

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According to the words of Taoist Kunlun:

It is said that even before the Demonic Cultists Zuo and Wu came forward, there was someone who indiscriminately slaughtered Kunlun and his fellow disciples. What the demons call him and what he calls himself is Sodongma (a small man).

He said that he seemed to have mastered the poison technique to an absurd level. The recommended method of swinging the weapon so roughly that the wind blew up seemed to be the best technique. Those who hit it vomited blood with a blackened face and soon stopped breathing, and those who did not hit it often fell unconscious or retreated with a pale complexion.

From the beginning, it was presumed that it was a manifestation of a dragon poisoning technique disguised as a recommended method, or an aftereffect of a poisonous attack so powerful that it poisoned even the traces of its energy as soon as it touched it. The devil came out to subdue him, and the left and right warriors reflexively came out from the devil’s side. As that happened, Taeheo had no choice but to step forward.

In this way, the peerless masters who had reached the level of Hwagyeong and Extreme Demon, respectively, naturally faced off in a decisive battle. No one could not guess that the outcome of the Bangpa War actually depended on victory or defeat. Nevertheless, no one dared to join in, because their battle was so formidable that even a person with modest skills could intervene.

However, it was said that Sog-ma intervened in that dangerous situation.

—It was something that could not be attempted unless one had one’s life to spare. Throwing yourself into the middle of a fierce battle. It was a scene where masters of Hwagyeong and extreme magic exchanged hands. Of course, strength was mobilized, and the aftermath alone could have resulted in loss of life. In fact, one of his arms was blown off, and blood spurted out heavily from the cut surface. A black mist suddenly flowed from my intact arm, and now that I think about it, I think it was poisonous fog. The blood drop reached Jangmun of the main faction, and the fog reached Taeheo Jinin. Since both of them were attacking with all their might after gaining victory, they seemed to have inhaled a small amount without being aware of the things coming in with their breath.

It is said that the reason the left and right temples of the Demonic Church, which were close together, were able to remain intact is believed to be because they were in a state of great self-defense with a strong focus on defense. Maybe even breathing was blocked in advance. If that were the case, wasn’t the person named Sogoma’s jump in something planned in advance?

This was the situation Jaune spoke of. Soso Mara couldn’t have done something like this unless he was confident that he could harm the Buddhist monks who had reached the point of enlightenment due to his man’s poison.

‘Perhaps the Demon Cultist’s failure to appear was a ploy to lower our guard.’

With that thought in mind, a strange thought suddenly appeared in the eyes of Yeon Man-myeong, who was following Taoist Kunlun.

A considerable number of people began to feel the sensation spread out like a spider web. It seemed that not only Taoist Kunlun but also Jaun could not sense it yet.

“Ambassador, I sense a presence.”

Please follow me right away – With those words, Yeon-myeong changed his walk, which applied the secret spirit (影), to light-gong-chase-wol-gwang-haeng (追月光行).

bang!

After taking a large picture of the pure white snow field, Yeon Myeong’s new model started firing like a flash bomb. He had an incredible momentum, as if he didn’t even care about the answers. Before the snow powder that rose up momentarily could even fall, Yeon Myeong was turning into a dot in the distance.

After that, only traces chasing the moonlight remained for a long time, and Jaun soon disappeared along with the traces, shedding a dazzling gold mine.

The Kunlun Taoists who were left behind quickened their pace, realizing once again that they were experts in the Flower Sutra. Hoping that it wasn’t too late to bring in reinforcements.

‘It’s a shame.’

Yang Mun-chan, the sodogma, muttered to himself as he looked at the direction where the Left Master and the Woo Master had disappeared with their troops. Even if my arm was intact, I would have joined the chase team.

Thanks to the Immortal God Demon’s regenerative ability, the severed arm had grown back. However, regeneration was slower than expected, perhaps due to the invasion of the auspicious energy of the Gongpa Taeheo. Apart from the exhilaration that still stimulates my brain, I also felt a deep sense of helplessness.

‘That’s annoying. I need to quickly conquer the Immortal Demon God.’

Demonic craftsmanship, which implements various supernormal abilities that deviate from nature based on demonic energy, the energy of reverse heaven, is the martial arts of retrograde. It is inevitable that Taoist, Buddhist, and Muhak, which pursue complete pilgrimage, are polar opposites. To be even a little free from such influence, one must increase one’s level of magical skill. Or reach the extreme limit.

‘…No, let’s not be impatient.’

Yang Wenchan calmed down. Looking back, it is almost a miracle that such inaction was achieved. Not long ago, one of his arms was completely damaged, making it impossible for him to even use proper luck. However, now that he has reached the level of poison, he can easily poison most experts, and even those who have reached the level of peace suddenly change their faces and start running away when they are hit by his poison. This meant a lot. There was a high possibility that his poison would be effective even against that guy who was considered an enemy in his heart.

Even though he was called the Dark Poison Sword Dragon, he probably didn’t reach the level of poison. He should have been seen as more admirable in his dragon poisoning and cancer skills than in his accomplishments in poisoning. The memorized martial arts, which is reminiscent of a downpour and unfolded with a feather needle, was known even here in Xinjiang.

And if you listen to Yeon Yeon-myeong’s recent activities, you can see that he has an aspect similar to that of a swordsman. I don’t know where he learned such arduous swordsmanship, but for Yang Moon-chan, the only thing that mattered was that he had not reached the point where he was a poisoner.

This plan was originally planned by Yang Moon-chan. Originally, the cult leader, Yeon Mu-yeol, Jwasa, and Usa were all scheduled to participate. The first plan was for Yang Moon-chan, the sob-drenched demon, to reduce the number of enemies as much as possible while the three masters of the Extreme Demon Realm were dealing with the two masters of the Extreme Demon Realm.

However, Yang Moon-chan preached that in the end, the victory or defeat of the Bangpa battle between Gyo and Kunlun depended on the outcome of the close battle between the best players of both sides. They say that eliminating Ma Seon and Tae Heo is a more certain victory than killing the minions.

―After listening to it, So So-ma’s words make sense. If the religious leader does not go out of his way to replenish the Okche, it may actually make the enemies lose their guard. I wouldn’t be too wary of Sodogma. Although he has become a German, he has not yet reached the extreme point. He won’t even feel threatening to you.

The support of the Woosa Revolutionary Party was decisive. As a member of the Demon Sword Reformers, he said that he would take care to ensure that Yang Moon-chan’s head was not cut off. This is because, no matter how much he has mastered the immortal magic arts, he will die if his head is cut off unless he reaches greatness.

The plan went well without any major deviations. By using poison, the number of Taoist monks was reduced considerably, and naturally, Ma Seon and Tae Heo were led to deal with Jwasa and Usa. In fact, his arm was cut off and he suffered a few penetrating wounds, but it wasn’t a big problem. He had no pain because he had already taken the pill before the battle.

Rather, his spirit was uplifted and cool-headed, and he was able to display his wit even while his arm was cut off. Blood was made to gush out from the cross section of the severed arm. I was lucky too. At the time, the magic ship was inhaling, and tiny droplets of blood were sucked in by a thin air current. Needless to say, the Madokyang family’s poisonous attack, Gwangdokunmu, successfully reached Taeheo of the communal faction.

It was just a shame that the poison that infiltrated them was not a lethal dose. The moment he realized that he had been poisoned, Jangmun Ma-seon of the Kunlun faction retreated far away, taking Tae-heo with him. It was said that Kunlun’s divine law was the best among many Taoist schools, and it was truly unrivaled. Maseon, who quickly widened the distance, ordered his disciples to retreat and lost consciousness. It seemed as if the poison had spread throughout my body in an instant. This time, Taeheo picked him up and ran. He too had a pale complexion and looked like he was about to lose his mind.

Although he couldn’t kill him on the spot, it was an incredible feat.

-Very well done. Leave the rest to us.

Master Gongsun Tai of Zuo said so, and together with Master Wu, he led his troops and chased down the fleeing Taoist monks. Although the Kunlun sect’s Taoist masters were at a considerable level, it was only a matter of time before they were caught.

Yang Moon-chan felt a strange sense of joy. If Ma Xian dies, the extinction of Kunlun is a foregone conclusion. There was a strange thrill in thinking that I had made a significant contribution to breaking down an axis of the six factions that had existed for hundreds of years. Did the Black Snake Liquor, which turned the nine scallions into the six sects, feel like this?

While I was lost in thought, someone approached me.

“I report to Sodokma. A total of thirty people were taken prisoner, including thirteen survivors from the Kunlun side and seventeen survivors from the East side.”

He was a member of the Demonic Sword Revolutionary Group. As Usa Hyeokryun Jungseon went out in pursuit, he entrusted command of the remaining personnel to Yang Moon-chan, so he came to report. Of course, not all members of the Heavenly Demon Church participated in the chase. There were a significant number of injured people on the Heavenly Demon Church side, and not all of the Taoists on the Kunlun and Co-op side succeeded in escaping.

“Captive?”

Yang Moon-chan asked back as if he was puzzled.

“Anyway, our school is going to exterminate Kunlun and Gong, so is there any reason to keep prisoners? There is no other place to offer a generous ransom or negotiate.”

Just kill them all – Yang Wen-chan, who spoke nervously as he could feel the efficacy of Pi An Huan slowly fading away, turned towards Xinjiang and walked hurriedly, thinking. He wanted to learn a more rigorous divine method, and he wanted to be safe from the swords of the Hwagyeong masters. Would it be okay to refer to Kunlun’s divine law a little bit…?

Immediately, the sound of a throat being scratched, a sound penetrating the body, and a scream of death were heard simultaneously from behind, but Yang Mun-chan did not turn around or stop walking.

Dududududu-

The earth is shaking. It wasn’t the sound of horses’ hooves. It was the sound of a group of people running while breathing heavily, and hundreds of others chasing them and closing the distance, continuously stepping on the ground.

“Don’t stop.”

The person who was running at the front, carrying someone on his back, let out a sigh and muttered. Just a little more, just a little more

However, it was clearly a limitation. It feels good to see young or slow-achieving priests falling behind one by one. It’s something I’ve already experienced several times. Those who fell behind swung their swords with what little strength they had left, trying to slow down the enemy’s pace.

It was a tearful sacrifice, but now there are no tears left to shed. The situation was similar for the people in the communal faction right next to me.

He was the great disciple of Kunlun. Numerous executioners rely on him, calling him the Great Executioner. His mentor, Jang Mun, and his co-path Taeheo Jinin led the escape from the time when Jinin lost consciousness after being hit by an unknown poison. There was no other way. Because there were no masters here who could deal with the left and right masters of the Demonic Cult. Even an idiot would know that even if he were to fight against an expert at the extreme level, he would be annihilated.

Kunlun’s disciples are skilled in divine law. So at first I thought I might be able to resist the chase. When we arrived near Kunlun Mountain, we were able to gain quite a bit of distance thanks to the disciples who were guarding the main mountain sacrificing their lives to save us time.

But the chase did not stop.

‘They are skilled guys. They must have waited until we got tired. Consider everything you catch as a fish.’

The enemies did not pursue unreasonably. I just kept a reasonable distance and followed just enough not to miss the trace. Is it a plan to dry up the blood?

‘Everyone is tired.’

My feet feel like wet cotton. Even when I bite my lip, there is no pain anymore. This may be because I’ve been chewing on it countless times to control my sagging mind.

The thought that I should not let Kunlun’s legacy be cut off here and the thought that I just want to give up everything and be comfortable run through my mind alternately. Yes, he probably would have quit a long time ago if he didn’t have any hope.

‘Priests’

The face of the priest sent to Jeongcheonmaeng a few days ago comes to mind. Among the various death penalty punishments, the achievement of light and air was particularly outstanding. He had originally planned to entrust the longhand to him, but soon stopped. This is because we remembered that the left and right temples are experts at the extremes of extreme magic. He would be able to recognize the master of Hwagyeong through his senses. If you can’t completely shake off the chase, it’s useless to entrust a long sentence. So he told him to go alone and ask for reinforcements.

‘Have we arrived in Sacheon by now?’

Since we parted ways at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, it would have been Sichuan if we ran day and night. A hopeful thought briefly crossed her mind that perhaps she would arrive earlier than expected and bring reinforcements, but in reality, it was not a very promising thought. Moreover, the presence of a large army can be felt even from afar. Just like the magicians over there.

It was a time when I thought that it was my limit.

A tremendous presence struck me from the front.

Episode 175 > End

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