The Legend of the Northern Blade Chapter 362

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“Ahh!”

“Save me!”

Screams erupted from everywhere. Most of them were warriors from Milya, but there were also ordinary people from Jeongyang among them.

“Kill all living creatures so that Milya cannot become a parasite.”

This was an order given to warriors advancing toward Jeongyang.

Regardless of whether it was Unjungcheon or Sasacheon, they all received the same order. It was an order that destroyed humanity, but no one questioned it.

Most people here are tired of the long war. They believed that the war would never end unless Milya was completely uprooted. Therefore, they did not have any questions about the orders from their superiors.

Killed and killed again. They moved forward, killing all living things that stood in their way. It was truly a death march.

“Quickly stop it!”

“Those crazy bastards!”

Milya’s warriors did their best to stop them, but it was not enough. We were continually pushed back by the enemies who were pushing forward with an offensive in terms of volume.

Above all, the number of absolute experts was insufficient. For some reason, not only the night master, Deung Yu-myeong, but also the Iron-Blooded Demon Dragon, Gung Mun-hwi, and Geum-hyang were nowhere to be seen.

Although Gungsanghwa was struggling with Cheonmudae, he was barely able to hold on, but it looked very dangerous.

“Shit!”

A gloomy light appeared in Gung Sang-hwa’s eyes.

It was Gungsanghwa who had fought Unjungcheon countless times. Therefore, he was more sensitive to changes in Unjungcheon than anyone else. Even he didn’t expect that Unjungcheon would launch such an enormous offensive.

“crazy!”

My teeth were shaking.

The crazy slaughter unleashed by Unjungcheon, Sasacheon, and the warriors of Bulgwigok was something even he had experienced for the first time.

Countless people were dying. The people who were bleeding and screaming desperately were all people who were familiar with Gungsanghwa. In the face of these people’s deaths, there was nothing Gung Sang-hwa could do.

Gung Sang-hwa’s eyes were bloodshot. His eyes filled with anger looked to one side of the battlefield.

There, Wu Mun-cheon and Mo Yong-hyeon were fighting. Wu Wentian was still furious, but he looked somehow dangerous. I don’t know why, but it was clear that he had suffered a psychological blow.

Gung Sanghwa clenched his fists.

“Is it okay for those who call themselves political factions to be like this? “How am I going to pay for this sin?”

“That’s right.”

“Who are you?”

Gung Sang-hwa turned his head without realizing it at the sudden sound of the voice. Then I saw a young man holding his back. The moment she saw him, Gung Sang-hwa’s eyes trembled.

“you… … Freshwater spring?”

“It’s been a while.”

The man, Damsucheon, spoke calmly.

“How can you? “Isn’t it in Shaanxi Province?”

“I arrived here the day before yesterday.”

“Are you saying you escaped our surveillance and came in?”

“I had a hard time because Milya’s surveillance network was tighter than I thought.”

“Are you also a part of this madness?”

“This is crazy… … .”

Damsucheon looked around with a confused expression.

The crazy slaughter taking place in Jeongyang caught my eye. There was no such thing as a level of hell. It was beyond disgusting. I had a hard time holding back the nausea.

But the fresh water stream ignored them.

The small had to be sacrificed for the large. Only by ending here could we have prevented a greater sacrifice. His heart aches, but there is nothing he can do about it now, he consoled himself.

Gung Sang-hwa spat out harsh words.

“What a disappointment! “I can’t believe Emperor Changtian of the world participates in this crazy act.”

“Everyone is bound to live covered in a little bit of filth.”

“What a terrible self-deception. “You will definitely regret what happened today.”

The smile disappeared from the face of Gung Sang-hwa, also known as Somyeon Gwangsal (笑面狂殺).

“Maybe so.”

The moment Damsucheon shook his head, Gungsanghwa rushed towards him. The sight of him rushing forward, waving his blue war cannon, was reminiscent of the Battle of the Blue Seomjeon. However, the opponent was no one else but Freshwater Stream.

bang!

Gungsanghwa’s strike was blocked by Damsucheon. A spasm occurred in Gung Sang-hwa’s shoulder. This is because even though the right of way was simply blocked, a tremendous counter-reversal force was felt.

My insides throbbed. Gung Sang-hwa attacked again, forcefully swallowing her surging blood.

“Chaaa!”

Gungsanghwa’s attacks continued to hit the fresh water stream. However, at that moment, light flashed from Damsucheon’s body and neutralized all of Gungsanghwa’s attacks.

Seong Gwang-ryu (聖光流).

The mysterious martial arts that become the polarity of all evil demons have been revealed. The sight of Gungsanghwa engulfed in light looked so dangerous.

“lender!”

A large man who was two heads taller than an ordinary person and a beautiful woman came running when they saw Gungsanghwa’s crisis.

The unit leaders of Cheonmudae were Muk Won-gwang, Baek In-ryokhan, and Yul Sa-hwa, Cheon Byeon-hwa. They held out their respective flags toward the fresh water stream.

The shadow around the eyes of the fresh water stream became darker.

“Forgive me.”

The fresh water stream spun around, scattering intense light. Then her fists shot out like whips.

Gwangwoljema (狂月制魔), was the beginning of Seonggwangryu’s life.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to be dyed white. The Gungsanghwa, the Inkwonkwanghwa, and the Yulsahwa were also dyed in white light.

“ah!”

An unknown exclamation burst from someone’s mouth.

Quaaaang!

And a huge roar followed. And then there were two bodies, crushed like fish meat. It was Mo Won-gwang and Yul Sa-hwa.

“Huh! “Huh!”

Even Gungsanghwa was not safe. Almost his lower body was blown away and he was barely able to breathe.

He barely raised his head and looked up at the fresh water stream.

“You will regret what happened today.”

“That won’t happen.”

“No, you will regret it. certainly! Hehe… … .”

Gungsanghwa laughed with blood-stained lips. Although Damsucheon looked strange at the appearance of such a palace flower, he didn’t care much. He thought it was just the bluff of a dying man.

Gungsanghwa looked blankly at the sky.

‘Little brother, please… … .’

His head fell. That was his end. But even at the moment of his death, Gung Sang-hwa was smiling.

The fresh water stream turned around. Then the fight between Mo Yong-hyeon and Wu Mun-cheon came into view. Both people were covered in blood. At that time, thirty-six swordsmen suddenly appeared around Mo Yong-hyeon.

Thirty-six swordsmen wearing identical uniforms attacked together. He was an invincible thirty-six swordsman.

The invincible thirty-six swordsmen’s coordinated attack was as exquisite as a gear wheel turning without a single gap. With their combination, Mo Yong-hyeon’s attack gained even more strength.

Even though the invincible thirty-six swordsmen joined forces, Wu Mun-cheon did not know that he would be pushed back. But that was only for a moment. As time passed, an exhausted expression appeared on his face.

Because I’m older, my body isn’t what it used to be. In particular, it lacked endurance. However, Wu Wentian swung his spear with all his might. Yang River exploded from his window.

Kwasik!

With an eerie sound of bone fracture, one of the thirty-six invincible sword beasts turned into fish meat and flew away. However, even at the moment of his death, he left a scar on Wu Wentian’s body.

The invincible thirty-six swordsman was not afraid of death. Even though he was almost certain to die, he worked hard to somehow leave even a single wound on Wu Wentian’s body. As a result, the wounds on Wu Wen-cheon’s body were bound to gradually increase.

Ten invincible thirty-six swordsmen died. And ten wounds appeared on Wu Wentian’s body. The wound was so deep that the bones were exposed.

“Whoop! Whoop!”

Wu Wentian took a deep breath.

I was dizzy from how much blood I had lost. This was the first time he had suffered this many injuries since he became a four-time horse commander. That’s how persistent the invincible thirty-six swordsman’s combined efforts were.

Wu Wen-cheon had to be disgusted by the invincible Thirty-six Swordsman’s poison.

Mo Yonghyun asked.

“Do you like it, senior?”

“What do you mean?”

“These are the items we prepared for our senior. To be exact, they are the ones raised to catch the Four Great Demons.”

Mo Yong-hyeon pointed to the invincible thirty-six swordsman. Despite his words, the Invincible Thirty-Six Swordsman’s expression did not change much.

Wu Wentian’s chin twitched.

“It’s an honor. “I can’t believe that Invincible Sega made such special preparations.”

“Because seniors are people who deserve special treatment.”

Mo Yonghyun grinned. On the contrary, Wu Wentian’s expression became even more somber. There was no escape hole anywhere to be seen.

‘Is this the grave site of Wu Mun-cheon?’

Wu Wentian sensed his own death.

At that moment, the wave offensive of the invincible thirty-six swordsmen began again. However, Wu Wentian was not looking at the invincible Thirty-Six Swordsman. His eyes were fixed on Mo Yonghyeon behind the Invincible Thirty-Six Swordsman.

Mo Yong-hyeon was strong enough to not need to mobilize the invincible thirty-six swordsman. Nevertheless, he dared to mobilize the invincible thirty-six swordsmen.

It could certainly have been his will to kill Wu Mun-cheon, but it could also have been another form of cowardice in which he thought of his own safety first.

Wu Wentian could not tolerate such cowardice of Mo Yongxian.

He launched himself at Mo Yong-hyeon. The sword of the invincible thirty-six swordsman flew as if it would cut into his whole body. Wu Wen-cheon injected a lot of energy into Pi Pung-ui.

Pi Pung-ui stood up like an iron plate. The swords of the invincible thirty-six swordsmen rained down on top of him.

Todadadadadang!

A sound like beans being roasted on an iron plate rang out. Wu Wentian’s body shook. The shock that shook his internal organs caused his nose to bleed, and traces of his blood were visible from the corner of his mouth.

The black wings broke and dozens of new wounds appeared all over his body. There were more than five fatal wounds that would not be surprising if he died soon. However, Wu Wencheon did not stop.

Mo Yong-hyeon was there, bearing all the hurt and heading there. Mo Yong-hyeon’s eyes opened wide. That’s because he didn’t know that Wu Wentian would ignore all attacks and rush towards him.

At that moment, Wu Wentian’s new spear was fired.

Wedge!

A horrifying sound rang out. Mo Yong-hyeon hurriedly spread the Golden Beast to protect himself.

Whoops!

“Ugh!”

Mo Yong-hyeon’s face distorted along with the sound of metal. The hastily unfolded golden spirit shattered, and Wu Wentian’s spear hit his left shoulder and cheek.

“My lord!”

The invincible thirty-six swordsman thrust his sword into Wu Wentian’s body.

Puff poop!

Heukik could no longer protect Wu Mun-cheon. Wu Wentian wriggled like a hedgehog, stuck in the sword. But there was a smile on his face.

“Aaaah!”

Mo Yong-hyeon’s desperate screams rang in my ears like a sweet lullaby. Mo Yong-hyeon was holding his blood-covered shoulder and cheek.

He was more angry about the scratches on his face, which was like a prison, than about the wound on his shoulder.

“dare!”

Mo Yongxian raised his eyes and approached Wu Wentian. Wu Wentian was almost out of breath.

“Dude!”

Mo Yong-hyeon thrust his sword into the back of Wu Wen-cheon’s head. Wu Wentian’s body fluttered like a fish pierced by a harpoon.

‘Yazoo, please… … .’

Wu Wentian’s accident was interrupted.

However, Mo Yong-hyeon continued to stab his sword as if his anger did not subside.

Puff!

I stabbed and stabbed again. It had been a long time since Wu Wentian had died, but Mo Yongxian did not care. Even the invincible thirty-six swordsman turned his head at his cruel appearance.

“Hehe! “How dare you hurt my body?”

“How about we stop now?”

His madness continued until an unfamiliar voice intervened. Mo Yong-hyeon’s head turned at the sudden sound of the voice. Then he saw Dam Cheon holding his back and looking at him.

Mo Yonghyun’s eyebrows rose.

“Are you arguing with me now?”

“I’m telling you to calm down.”

“How dare you… … .”

Mo Yong-hyeon’s eyes were young.

No one dared say this to him. Even the invincible elders. However, Damsucheon was not an invincible person.

A rebellious spirit was flowing from the whole body of Damsucheon, who was holding his back. A look of tension appeared on the faces of the invincible thirty-six swordsmen who survived.

He was an invincible thirty-six swordsman who killed an absolute master named Wu Mun-cheon. He had nothing to fear in the world, but strangely, he felt reluctant towards Dam Cheon.

It was the same for Mo Yong-hyeon. As I faced the intense eye light of the fresh water stream, my excited heart calmed down and I regained my composure.

‘this guy!’

Anger was boiling inside, but now was not the time to be at odds with the freshwater spring. At least for now.

‘Sooner or later you will kneel at my feet and bow your head.’

Mo Yonghyun gritted his teeth and turned his head. Freshwater Cheon quietly shook his head.

The massacre was still continuing. The day felt very long.

martial arts,