Chapter 89 The Last Stand

After a moment of silence.
Bam!
Quickly pulling himself to his feet from the ground, he steadied his breathing as if to shake off the shock of what had happened.
Tut, tut, tut……
Tiny shards of iron falling to the ground.
It was the remains of an eared armor, cracked, popped, shattered, and otherwise unsightly from the sheer force of the sword that had just been unleashed upon it.
“Bastard!
With a fierce glare, Zhou Gong immediately activated his Rising Inner Gong and clenched his fangs.
Dud, dud, dud……
The floor trembled as it was crushed by the intangible energy, and the fighting spirit and vitality that matched the ears of the earshell armor strongly radiated out of its body.
Concurrently.
“Laugh!
Ip Hwan, Kyo Moo Gak, and Moon Bin flinched, and their faces hardened.
The intangible prayer that he emitted sent chills down my spine as it swept through the garden.
It was a visceral reaction to the ultimate in deepened listening.
It was very different from how I had initially seen him.
Something else has changed.
The silver-white hairs on his body and the reddened skin…… Ik Hwan and Co. realized immediately.
“Congenital!
They exchanged glances and were convinced.
It’s a characteristic cosmetic change that comes with the onset of a seizure.
Moon Bin noticed and muttered to himself.
‘You’ve crossed the river of no return after all. In one…….’
It’s all pretty amazing.
Chul Ryuhyeon’s unparalleled martial prowess pushed Zhou Gyum, a powerhouse comparable to Honam’s Five Days Festival, to that point.
Thrill.
Your heart is racing, giving you a sense of excitement.
Tight.
Clenching his fists, Moon Bin’s mind flashed back to what Chul Ryu-Heon had said to him earlier.
-Give them a chance to ring the bell at the end.
The words spoken before the fight, as if victory were assured.
Now that I’m in the middle of this, it’s even more real.
That it was never a rant that confused pride with hubris.
See.
Your earmuffs are broken.
Who would have thought that such a devoted recruit would turn out like that.
One.
It’s not over.
He’s still breathing, and his congenital pacemaker has been triggered to compensate for his exhaustion.
Yes, you can never rest easy until he’s dead.
Moreover, the cracked earthen armor reveals a noticeable change from what we saw earlier, giving it an odd look.
The fearsome eared face at its center spits out a stream of blue flame.
A bizarre, sinister aura that sends goosebumps all over your body.
An uncharacteristic sound emanated from his body, bringing with it a sense of rejection and discomfort.
Sudden.
Yiying-!
The Spirit Sword in his hand let out an angry cry.
The power of the realm beyond the extreme flesh, the corrupted energy of its vile depths, vibrates in the blade.
‘Kill! I must!’
At the moment, he was unaware of the presence of Ip Hwan, Kyo Moo Gak, and Moon Bin around him.
No…… is a better way to put it, they don’t care at all.
The last awakening of the Tactile Armor had left him with only one thing on his mind: to kill and destroy the Iron Stream.
It is the effect of reason being eaten up by hearing.
“Go ahead, hit me again!”
No sooner had he unleashed his fiery rant.
Chapter ……!
Suddenly, the clock is interrupted by eight alter egos spawned in a folding screen on either side of you.
The cooperative theater that saw it was quite surprised.
“Ooh, illusions?
It must be an illusion created by the Earthen Glove’s natural abilities, not his own.
“I told you it doesn’t work.”
I’m afraid to let the train wreck end
Boom!
Juggernauts and their alter egos charging through the ground.
papapapapapa-
In the blink of an eye, ten paces apart, the eight alter egos that had outpaced the main body rushed in front, to the left, and to the right of Chu Liuhui, each with a different attack stance.
It wasn’t just an illusion for the eyes.
Not only does each one look like a real person, but each one also has a significant amount of energy.
A distracting and disorienting element.
It is a kind of alter ego, a lump of ki, whose aura has been Chaptered into a vivid vision.
It was a level of skill comparable to that of the Ascended Martial Arts of the Sect of Baibiao, a deeply rooted faction of the Sect known for its various Saihan techniques.
Chuliu Hyeon, who was also facing Zhou Geng’s attack, was now swinging his Red Sword with great speed.
Choo-choo-choo-choo, choo-choo-choo-choo-!
The white grayscale generated by complex hand movements overlap in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the lightning-like trajectory envelops the new form of the Iron Stream like a large sphere.
It’s as if countless blades have rained down on you all at once, covering your entire body in a circle.
The circular sword shield created by the Red Sword was the sword shield of the highest level of defensive kendo study.
Seo Moonwol, who was hiding in a tree, saw it and his body instantly became stronger.
I didn’t know that.
I never thought he’d be able to master the black membrane.
That wasn’t a problem with the cabin air level.
Of course, there is a basic amount of technical skill required, but it is a very difficult study that can only be realized when the knowledge of the essence of the science and the understanding of its common elements is almost at its peak.
Seo was surprised for one reason.
He had an intuition that Chu Liuhui’s extraordinary aura, which was capable of unleashing sword-like techniques at a moment’s notice, was somehow comparable to his own.
Each remnant of the aura that makes up the sword membrane radiates a dense sense of foreboding, rivaled only by the illusions of the Tactile Armor.
It feels like all those countless screenings are real.
A fierce battle between two martial artists that unfolded in a fleeting moment of sentimentality.
Puff-puff, puff-puff-puff-puff-!
The eight alter egos, blocked by a large black membrane, all scatter as if crushed to powder.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!
Even Zhou Guo’s vertical strikes with maximum force fail to cut through the round curtain of sword qi, and it scatters with a roaring sound.
“Laugh!
Grimacing at the pain that shot through his wrist, he was jerked hard backward.
Shushu shu shu shu , shu shu shu shu shu ― !
Sharp sword winds flew indiscriminately from the sword membrane, causing it to roar.
As he retreated, Zhou Enlai hastily spun his sword Qi-soaked Spirit Sword one full revolution.
One.
Puff-puff-puff!
It was overloaded.
“Ugh!
In addition to the great impact of the spinning sword’s front, his arms and legs are slashed by the dozens of sharp sword winds that invade beyond his range, causing him to gush blood.
Quack-!
The corners of his mouth trickled with blood as he came to a halt.
It’s an internalized aggravation.
“Chick……!
It was hard to contain my Chapter.
I’ve done the same trick a few times before, and it’s been completely blocked by that oddly shaped black membrane.
With his Innate Shocker triggers and Earthing Armor at Ultimate, this monster’s offense is a consistent threat.
It’s like a wave that’s constantly crashing over the ship.
The gap between those who fight with energy and those who don’t…… is a gap that there is no immediate way to bridge.
Meanwhile, Seo Moon-wol had just seen the scene and was inwardly stunned.
“That’s a black screen……!
It was an unbelievable talent.
All of the sword qi required for a sword membrane is for solid defense, so it’s natural to use the art of convergence to stay within a certain range, but how can you harmonize the opposite, the art of diffuse development, to shoot out waves of sword wind?
I was a yoke that defied the laws of qigong.
Containing a series of sword qi in a certain radius and only releasing a large amount of sword wind is easier said than done, and it’s a laborious ability that not everyone can pull off.
Even if it was castable, the choice of Iron Streamer was questionable.
The countless sword qi that make up the sword membrane alone would be exhausting, but if he also used sword wind at the same time, the veins of his entire body would be under tremendous pressure, causing internal injuries.
In other words, it’s a higher risk spell for the caster.
One.
The iron stain didn’t seem to mind.
Seo suddenly remembered a star sign and a full name.
Sahuang Yul Tian.
A superhuman who is said to have practiced a similar method to mine, and who once ruled the world as Emperor of Sapa.
However, Yul Tian is six hundred years old, and his progress was lost early on.
The two have no contact.
So the question in the back of my mind kept growing.
Whereas.
He’s already realizing it.
I recognize that this is the highest form of swordplay of the Four Emperors’ Yul Tian.
-It was he who broke the earmuffs in the past, and I am the heir to that progress.
Recalling the words he had heard earlier, he immediately drew up a huge amount of inner air and let out a scream.
“Kaaaaaaaah!”
The pain of internal injuries aggravated and the veins in my body dilating and threatening to explode from the sheer volume of running.
But.
There’s a certain ecstasy to the idea of killing the Iron Currents that trumps all else.
Reason is drowned out by the darkness of the ears.
Bam-!
The juggernaut slams into the ground and rushes at breakneck speed.
Bam-!
Gilsera Ironcloud greets you.
Their swords clashed in the middle as the swiftness of the wind vibrated through the manor.
Phew!
Two newcomers moving away in opposite directions with a loud bang.
They were pushed together in the face of a tremendous anti-ballistic force.
Ho-hum.
Cringe.
A trail of iron and gore spewing from Juggernaut’s mouth.
Internal injuries.
It was an unavoidable part of the equally polarized aerodynamic forces colliding head-on.
However.
As soon as the impact of the big shock hit him, he didn’t hesitate to start chanting.
The aftermath of a rapidly sinking civil war.
He managed to stop himself, and as soon as he did, he was stabbed a couple more times.
The effect of the broken earpiece was that it was used entirely for offensive purposes, drastically reducing its defensive utility.
If they were in their right minds, they would have refrained from this kind of reckless behavior.
“off…… ugh…….”
He groaned, and then realized.
That’s it.
We’re running out of power.
From now on, whether you’re playing offense or defense, you’re probably going to max out once and then you’re going to be exhausted and Chapter.
One.
The iron scars on the front of the house look as if they’ve just been through an internal wound and have not lost their youthful complexion.
It was more of an expressionless feeling.
Salsim has withered away.
Instead.
Panic sets in.
I wonder if they read my mind.
Chu Liuhui flashed the Red Sword in his hand upward, injecting an enormous amount of Qi into it, and spoke in a nonchalant voice.
“It’s a last-ditch effort by a polarizing force to end the game.”
A new breed that kicks and leaps and hits the garden floor with a bang.
In an instant, he was on top of Zhou Yun’s head, taunting him and casting Terminus Blade.
Shhhhh!
Like you’re going to snap and squeeze everything under the sun.
Unable to think of anywhere else to turn, he summoned all of his strength and thrust his soulblade upward.
This is a defensive swordplay.
A last-ditch survival instinct must have driven that choice.
One.
The grain of the long falling sword was not what I expected.
Obviously, Chulleuhyeon’s handwork was a longitudinal sword move, but it was a transverse sword move that was actually rushing.
A sword technique that completely ignores the action accompanying the strike.
The martial art of the great emperor Yul Tian in the distant past had this quality.
An elemental that unleashes transversal swordsmanship with terminal swordsmanship, which makes absolutely no sense to common sense.
Even the shape of the long white plume reminded me of a giant mountain that was about to topple over and collapse in a row.
He had a hunch.
The artful strike that Chu Liuhui had just cast was a combination of Emperor Yul Tian’s Poisonous Martial Art and the three iron herbs of the White Sword Sword Sect.
Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff, quack-quack-quack-quack-quack-!
A series of booms, followed by a cloud of dust.
In the midst of all of this, I hear a distressing voice in my head.
“…….”
The image of Jergam lying on the ground, covered in blood, and the image of the iron trail standing over him with one foot, holding him down.
Immediately after.
Squeeze me…… squeeze me……!
Spitting out a stinging explosion, the earsplitting armor shattered, bouncing and falling in all directions.
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.
Blue currents of air flowed out of each shard, drawn toward the iron currents and through its body, dissipating like a transparent mist.
That’s when he saw it.
As he stood there, arrogantly stepping on his own feet, a reddish glow filled his eyes.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 90 (90 of 552)