Login Murim Episode 960
Il Da-kyung (一茶項).
Although it was only time to drink a cup of tea, Mazu couldn’t help but admit it.
The fact that he had underestimated the prey in front of him, no, the Shanxi people. “Let go!”
Shhh shush!
It wasn’t the end with stopping the cliff.
all.
Five earthen walls built at the entrance to the canyon.
A considerable number of archers were waiting in the still incomplete castle tower made of earth and rock, and the rain of arrows accompanied by sharp shouts turned into a lump and poured down on the heads of the people who were trying to entangle them.
To be precise, towards the army of the grasslands that were constantly pouring in to pass through the canyon.
Wedge! Puff poop!
“Kwaaaak!”
“My, my eyes! eye!”
Screams and blood gushing from all directions.
Nomads struggling after being hit by an arrow in a vital spot.
When a gap was created in the dense formation due to a series of volleys of fire, the Shanxi people, led by Taewonjinga, dug into the gap like an awl.
“Hit!”
“Waaaa!”
Those who try to break through and those who try to block.
The human waves, divided into two, moved toward each other, and at the beginning of the collision, red blood, not pure white foam, was waiting.
Kagak! Gwadeuddeuk!
Strike!
Steel meets steel and sparks rise.
A sharp charging spear held out by a nomad pierced the chest of a government soldier, and the warrior of Taewonjinga, who jumped over his helpless body, cut the nomad’s uvula.
Suddenly!
“Kruk, keuk!”
Screams and moans overflowing from everywhere. Everyone was constantly killing each other and dying.
At this moment, on this battlefield where they were standing, there was no mercy or sympathy that humans should have.
A diet of the fittest and the fittest.
A place where the weak can never survive.
That was the battlefield, and Majo, standing at the center of this terrible slaughter, was once again feeling the joy he had forgotten over the past decades.
“okay! “More, more!”
He laughed out loud and swung his two swords.
Just like in the past when nothing was rough.
In the great war called the Great War of True Demons, he recalled his past, where he freely took the lives of his enemies and drank their blood.
Shuhuaak!
The wind splits. The strong energy that surged from the two long and short swords cut through the space and headed towards the most delicious prey.
“San (敗)!”
Shhh!
It was almost simultaneous.
Jin Moo-kyung, who was in the lead, let out a thunderous shout.
At the same time as the cry rang out, Hangsan Cheolmubaek and Demon Sword Wifang twisted their bodies.
and.
Suddenly!
The red river that narrowly passed them by swept away the unlucky ones who had settled down near the target.
do.
Fuwaaaaaaa!
There was no screaming. All that remains is a dismembered body and a fountain of blood.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
Someone’s scream of fear is just a clue that tells us what kind of fate the thirty-odd government soldiers and warriors met.
A fleeting moment.
With just one swing, dozens of lives were lost.
No, it was erased.
As if it never existed from the beginning.
As if that was the only natural fate. ‘This is the ultimate master…!’
Wei Feng and Cheolmubaek unconsciously felt a chill go down their spines. Climax and super climax.
Although only one letter was added, the wall that existed between these two boundaries was very tall and huge.
About half a year ago now.
If it weren’t for the presence of another transcendental master who unexpectedly became a visitor to Taewon Jinga, they might have lost their will to fight just by seeing the blow from earlier.
‘But ••““ Even Mr. Noh, who was so strong, was defeated by that guy in the end.’
Even if we take into account that it hasn’t been long since Dongdong Eoong got up from his sick bed, the same is true.
The two people who had received Dong Dong-eoong’s teachings over the past few months knew better than anyone else.
How strong is he?
How wonderful it is that a few words from an expert of that level and the frequent instructional discussions that took place were amazing.
Dongdong Eoong was always grateful to the brothers of the Taewonjin family, who not only stopped him from going crazy but also helped him recover, and through the kindness he gave, the power of the Taewonjin family was able to increase dramatically.
But, he died. By just one person.
No, by a monster that doesn’t even look human.
And the monster that had chewed up the old fisherman was now opening its maw towards a new prey that was rushing towards it.
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Even at this very moment.
Whoosh.
A cracked space with fine porosity.
At that moment, when a red light flashed in the darkness, Wei Feng and Cheolmubaek used all their strength to overturn the new form.
Pipit!
hot.
Even though I clearly dodged the attack by just an inch, the skin on the nape of my neck cracked as I couldn’t withstand the pressure.
However, the tingling pain that came suddenly cooled my crowded mind.
‘This······
Wei Feng and Cheolmubaek’s eyes, which were wide for a moment, soon sank deeply.
The current avoidance is not a simple coincidence or a movement based on instinct.
Senses and skills learned through sparring with Dongdong Eoong. It is the result of everything else coming together.
And half of the countless sparring that took place over several months consisted of two people working together.
‘can do.’
Now I know just by looking at the eyes.
As their gazes crossed in the air, the new forms of Wei Fang and Cheolmubaek became blurred at the same time.
Papat!
They were divided into left and right sides and fired. In the blood-soaked chaos, I jumped over the enemies swinging their blades at each other and ran while stepping on the steep rock wall.
I do my best to evade the monster’s strength, which is faster and stronger than that of Dongdong Eoong.
Suddenly, wow!
Even though the solid rock wall that must have been formed over hundreds of years cracked like tofu, and the powerful energy seeping into it tore all around, Wei Feng and Cheolmubaek did not stop.
No, I couldn’t stop.
If I couldn’t defeat the enemy in front of me, everything would be over.
If they cannot overcome their fear and back away, or if they are intimidated by the large and small wounds that increase as the distance decreases, they will have no face to look at that young man who is moving one step ahead of them.
‘This Confucius.’
‘Jincheon Sword (振天劍)’
At this moment, Wei Feng and Tie Mubaek were watching clearly.
The sight of Jin Moo-gyeong rushing towards the enemy without hesitation amidst the endless rain showers.
His strong back and legs, which were sprinkled with light blood, could not be felt even an inch.
At the same time, I suddenly thought.
He finally came out of the darkness where there was no light and came out into the world.
How did another genius who was briefly hidden in the shadow of Jin Tae-kyung and Cheongpung spend these two years? And finally, I saw it.
Wow.
The light of the moon gliding across the pure white sword.
No, a gigantic sword energy that emits a more dazzling light than that of Wei Fang and Tie Mu Baek.
Hiss.
In a slow world.
The blue sword slanted down touched the red sword of Majo.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
It was an explosion that stopped everyone’s limbs for an instant, and was a shock that shook the canyon.
At the same time, it was both joy and surprise for someone at the center of the explosion. Gwaaaaaa.
“Haha, hahaha!”
Beyond the rock fragments flying in all directions and the clouds of dust rising, Majo, who was laughing maniacally like a man in a fit of despair, stretched out his hand like a thunderbolt. Pow!
The sight revealed as the compressed air exploded, and Majo showed his yellow teeth when he saw Jin Moo-gyeong standing at the end of a deep furrow that spanned a length of time.
“Oh my, have you seen such a shameless bastard in the world?
Powerful killing and mockery are mixed. The reason why the two swords he held in both hands were trembling was not only because of the emotions he was feeling.
Special.
Majo already knew the identity of the hard touch coming from his heels.
It was a rock.
A fragment of the rock that was three steps behind just a moment ago, but is now in contact with him.
The unique strength and coolness felt from the blood-soaked leather shoes was the biggest reason why Majo smiled.
“I don’t even remember. “When was the last time you backed away from someone?”
right.
What approached was not a rock. Majo, he himself has stepped down. No, he actually made him step down. A lump of blood that had not even formed a single particle was an old monster who had lived a bloody life from the Great War until now.
Although the gap between three steps and one length was large, such trivial things were nothing to Majo.
He saw clearly.
Just before the two different streams of sword energy and strength come into contact, at the fingertips of that blood clot.
A beautiful trajectory unfolds.
The light that was as blue as the sea.
“Yes, that’s right.”
Slosh.
Majo’s slow steps touched a puddle of blood.
As if to prove his bloated physique, blood flowed along his heavy steps.
“I felt strange inside. Dong-dong-eoong, why do I see your image flashing before my eyes while fighting that old man, even though I never saw his face?”
A few days ago, he saw traces of a sword spirit in the supply of Kesik white commanders brought by a messenger along with the news of the vanguard’s annihilation.
“I was intrigued from the moment I first saw it. “It was such perfect workmanship.”
Everything leaves a trace.
Beasts, humans, and martial arts.
Each person’s death has its own reason, and this is especially true in the case of the martial arts people.
And as he looked at the eerily smooth cross-section of water and demand, Mazu felt his blood, which had been cold for the past several decades, boil.
By discovering traces of Shin Gongjeolhak (神功絶學), which is said to have been extinct a long time ago? Or because you felt the skills of a strong person comparable to your own?
Wrong.
It was only now that Majo finally realized why he could not erase the existence of the Sword Demon from his mind while dealing with a supreme expert named Dongdong Eoong.
“One blow.”
Even if you see it hundreds or thousands of times, it is without any unnecessary elements.
It is truly dazzling and even beautiful. A truly perfect blow.
Just that one movement.
The young sword spirit in front of me had it.
It is not that he possesses the power of an ordinary person, or that he has mastered the art of Shingungjeolk, which can make the world go by.
However, it was colorless and odorless.
That is why it was more fatal than anything else.
It’s like an intangible poison that devours someone’s life without even trying to do anything about it.
Like a killer that sneaks up in the dark and cuts off your head.
“Amazing. No, it’s amazing.”
Majo’s eyes, looking at Jin Moo-gyeong with sincere exclamation, contained a hint of regret and sadness.
“Why, why did I meet someone like you just now?”
Tsk.
Jin Moo-gyeong, who spat out dark red phlegm, continued speaking in a calm voice.
“Even if we had met much earlier, I would never have called a dirty pig like you Master.”
Majo sighed sadly as he looked at Da Gao, who, along with Wei Feng and Cheol Mu Baek, surrounded him.
‘Why, why now?’
one year. No, if we had met three years later, we would have been able to have a match so good that my whole body would tremble with joy.
Right now, in front of Jin Moo-gyeong, there is only a half-collapsed wall. but······.
That moment of joy never comes again.
Jin Moo-kyung will not be able to survive here today.
“It’s a shame. sincerely.”
Wow.
Red blood glowed from Majo’s whole body.