Chapter 203 Fluttering Wings

The captain of the Brutal Swordsmen and master of the Sealing Gate.
Across from Zilcera, the cohort advanced swiftly, swords outstretched.
Kwaaaaaaaang – !
Immediately after the binge.
Whirligig
The notes, engulfed in a white mist, flicked backward like leaves in the wind.
Then, barely able to center himself, he came to a stop, his feet scraping the ground for a long moment.
Jiayi Profit……
He retreated two chapters before the mighty sword power of the Nie Mu Pai.
It was the seat of a wall.
Any further back and I would have been on my back.
A gleam of surprise flickered in Yin’s eyes as he sheathed his sword.
“Wow……, that’s how good he is!
I couldn’t believe it at first.
I knew beforehand that the General Superintendent Gyomukgak, with the starred title of Baekseom Swordsman, was a first-class swordsman representing the Baekseom Sword Gate, but when I finally got my hands on him, he was a powerhouse far beyond my expectations.
Sticky.
My wrist was sore.
It tells you.
How hard the opponent’s previous hit was.
When he saw them dueling, his eyes widened.
“Bai Xiaochun and I are married ……!
As the right-hand man of the Sealing Moon Lord, Yin Xuan’s power was said to be comparable to that of the Hubei Hexagonal Star.
By the way.
The power of the collaborative theater overwhelmed him.
It was amazing.
I don’t know when I became so strong.
Suddenly, I remembered the words of Moon Bin of Ammyeongju Amgumhyang.
-There’s a place I’d like to recommend to you, Mumun. If you go there, you will truly learn a lot.
Those words hit home and resonate with me.
Then.
A heavy voice pierced Moxon’s ears.
“Operation Bucket. You expected it from your master.”
It was a collaboration.
Keeping his gaze fixed forward, Yin Sun clenched his fangs together, scanning the battlefield around him.
By now, the placenta had collapsed.
No.
It is a triangle.
More than a quarter of the total force was incapacitated.
I never thought this would happen.
Everything is upside down.
The original plan was for Moon Lord Xiao Tian’er to kill and eliminate the Iron Liu Clan through secret arts, and for him to annihilate the cadres of the Hundred Sword Gate, leading them to the path of the Closed Gate. …….
I thought it was overkill to bring in the brutalist swordsmen in the first place.
We figured that a couple of sticklers would be enough.
One.
It was a mistake.
It turned out to be a swamp.
Unwieldy.
Not found.
I realized this too late.
That the entire cadre of characters, including the troupe, are powerful enough to hold their own against the entire Cruel Swords.
The ultimate goal of this fight was to secure a copy of the Ghostblade Laws, which was expected to exist within the White Gate.
One.
I didn’t realize that was the plan.
The goal was immediately modified.
Escape.
But it won’t be easy.
That’s because the current White House cadre is only four people, but they’ve been blocking exits and dragging out the fight like it’s a perfect fit.
Nimrod said, crossing his sword in front of his chest.
“Jump over the wall behind your back wherever you can.”
“I can’t be the only one.”
Yin Sun straightened his posture with all the intensity of a pack leader.
Relatives.
Intangible flesh and speculation explode.
Once again, the power of the probate factor is revealed.
Bam!
Gathering energy, the sound waves pounded the ground.
A straight path to the face of the pantomime.
And.
A straight line of swordfire extends out, vibrating the air.
The swordplay of the cooperative theater was immediately greeted with a heavy career.
Oh my gosh – Kwaaaaang – !
Metallic and detonating sounds that shake the entire haze.
And with that, the sound wave slammed into the wall behind him with all its fierce momentum.
Clack, clack, clack-!
“Cur……!”
I gasped at the pain that quickly spread through my back.
Shards of broken stone clatter to the floor.
Tongue!
The new generation of groundbreaking cooperative theater is coming.
The speed of compressing distances made it seem like a flash.
Kakkak- poof!
A round crack carved into the wall.
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
The point where the backs of the notes were touching.
Avoided.
Just barely.
The moment he ducks to the left, teasing two feet away.
The sword of the troupe, pounding against the thick fence, traversed sideways like a meandering river.
The opposite direction of the sound line.
Two members of the Brutal Swordsmen, who had rushed in to help their captain, were caught in the crossfire.
Fuhak, Fuhaak!
Their respective arms are amputated.
Phew!
With a loud bang, they both bounced off into the distance and hit the ground with a thud.
Yin Rin approached, swiftly thrusting the tip of his sword into the gap.
Kakang!
The blade of an obstructing choreographer.
“Ugh!
Yin felt the pain in his wrist again.
Moment.
chirpy-chirpy-chirpy
Immediately after the blade of the duelist’s blade slashes across the blade of the opponent, sparking a friction fire.
Tsk!
He tapped hard enough to shatter the sword ring between the blade and the sack.
“Ugh!”
With a short groan, Yin Sun’s face contorted into a grimace, he took a step backward.
I almost missed the knife by a mile.
Instead.
The blood rushed to my right arm, starting at the wrist.
The veins and blood vessels ran hot, causing pain.
Injuries that interfere with hollow operations.
With an arm like this, it’s hard to put full weight on the sword.
The gap is immediately apparent.
Kakang, kakang, kakang-!
With a series of clangs, the note was pushed backward with a hesitant pause.
There was even a thin trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
It must be the effects of internal wounds.
Seol Pangyo’s eyes shook again as he watched.
“Wow, that’s huge!
Every time Ning Mukuo wielded the Sword of Excellence, a massive mountain-like aura emanated from him.
I felt it right away.
The power contained in this series of swords is not even comparable to that of my father, Qingchu Sword Ya Seol Hu Yong, who is the head of the Hunan Five Moon Festival.
It’s not just about power.
His skill in combining and pressing various sword herbs was reminiscent of his father.
It’s the epitome of white-washing.
Yoche and Myoyong, which are not bound by types and expressions.
One unique, concise herbivore led to another, and then to another.
Change.
The jagged, rugged mountains are reduced to a sword path.
It’s much more flexible and free-flowing than other ascension swords, plunging down like a sheer cliff and suddenly rising like a pinnacle, narrowing down like a canyon and spreading out like a forest.
Yes.
The ultimate sword of chalkblack purification is highly dependent on the talents and characteristics of the caster.
The collaborative theater has evolved.
He has entered the realm of the Chapter, a seemingly simple plant that can be harmoniously brought together with any other herbaceous plant.
The bug has finally gotten its wings.
Due to the ‘Blessing of Suffering’ bestowed by the Iron Currents.
Sulpangyo was convinced.
Currently, the popularity of the dance is comparable to that of the Hunan Five Festivals.
It’s inevitable.
Yin Zhang, who had made a name for himself as one of the top players in the Hubei region, was almost seen as second-rate sewage.
Where there’s only one coop.
The elder, Baeksan Gumjoon Ik-hwan, is similarly displaying a high level of martial prowess, as he’s not sure when he got out of bed.
In addition, the devilish trio, presumably the cadre, live up to their appearance and set the tone of the battlefield with their fierce sword herbs.
In a matter of moments, the number of enemies dropped dramatically.
“Well, this is not the time, I need to help finish up!
Just then, a wide-eyed Snowpiercer is about to move toward a nearby enemy.
Bam-!
Suddenly, one of the three devilish men approached the figure and drew his sword.
It was a nurturer.
Goosebumps.
No faces, no stabbings.
Chapter, who had narrowly escaped the sword tax, cried out in a panicked tone.
“Woah! Go, fix it, I’m not in cahoots, I’m the Snow Pancake Sect of the Qingtian Sword Gate!”
“Hmm? Snowpiercer?”
Gu Yangyin twitched one eyebrow, but just as he did so, Xue Fangqiao slashed at his side with a bang, knocking away the sword of a member of the Brutal Sword Squad.
“Now would you believe it, I’ll help you too!”
“Ha-ha-ha! Good, knock them down, but don’t kill them, because we have to hand them all over to the guanxi!”
“Yes!”
Entering a burinake brawl, Seol Pangyo stuck his tongue out when he saw the cadre take down three or four men for every one he defeated.
‘Wow, you’re all brilliant! I can see with my own two eyes what Amgum Hyang meant by ……!’
-I’ll teach you something you’ll want to know.
-Hmm?
-I recently acquired Mukshinpo, the teenage plague.
-What? Mukshinpo……!
-It was an unexpected gift.
-He…….
-I told you, this power of mine was acquired a few days ago.
-Wait, so that’s……?
-Yes. I accomplished this with the help of the Iron Gate Master. Practiced the highest level of martial arts from a former martial arts master.
-Even the latent divine powers of Meng Xinpo were all awakened with the help of Iron Moon Lord……?
-Yes. Perfectly.
-……!
-I’m sure I’m not the only one. I’ve already seen Mr. Iron Gate’s resourcefulness in action. You’ll see when you get there.
“Yes, the iron gatekeeper used his resourcefulness to spike the power of the White Gate!
Before you know it, the fight is over.
Together, they cut down the two Brutalist swordsmen on their left and right in one fell swoop, then advanced quickly toward the sound line not far ahead.
Boom!
“Boom!”
The vomiting yin flew backward.
Kugugung……!
He lay on the floor of the training hall, shivering and sweating.
“Eek!”
The constant waterboarding only aggravated my internal injuries.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Despair swirled in my chest.
The most miserable part of the defeat, aside from the outcome, is that the Coordination Theater has yet to play a single polarizing offense.
‘Off…… this is…… ridiculous growth. How could he…… such power…….’
The power of the collaborative theater was absolute.
A presence that rivals that of the Hubei Sextant and the Hunan Five Moon Festival.
Dropping to the ground and shaking his head, Yin Sun listened to the approaching footsteps, fear gripping him.
Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck……
It felt like a wrathful minor evil approaching.
The bowels are quiet.
You’ve already cleaned up the mess.
‘Boom, I’m the only one left…….’
That’s when a cold voice reaches my ears.
“It is not the result of misguided desires and attachments.”
It was a collaboration.
He looked up, drawn by the voice, and felt his breath catch in his throat.
The intangible prayer emanating from the collaborative theater was heavy.
‘You too…… become a giant…….’
The tall, white mountains appear to overlap like an optical illusion or illusion.
It was the same for Seolpangyo.
The image of the co-performers pausing in front of the sound line reminded me of soaring mountains.
Ip-Hwan, Gu Yang-In, and others gathered by his side.
“Go to sleep now, and when you wake, lock yourself in a cage and watch. How far we will fly.”
With those words, Ning brought his sword down, and the heavy sword wind struck and shattered Yin’s muscles.
Woody, woody, woody……
And just like that, Yin Sun’s bones cracked, and he lost consciousness, unable to utter even a short scream.
The defeat of the swordmaster and the elite group of swordsmen…… It signaled the spectacular resurgence of the White Sword Gate.