Chapter 211 The Power of the Three Eaters

He realized that the question was pointless.
The knife first, the action of drawing it, and the answer of not knowing.
It’s naked hostility.
Yes.
Unconditional silence, that’s the goal.
Feeling the same way, Namgung Sanglin and Hae Yeon Hae didn’t hesitate to join.
With a chilling clarification.
Tsk, tsk, tsk-.
The two swords, the Xue Tian Sword, a master sword of great strength, and the Yohua Sword, a teenage heavenly soldier and a kibo, each revealed their sharp naked bodies.
Followed by.
Ching
Gal Zhongheon, who quickly drew his saber, said.
“I’ll ask again. It’ll be your last chance.”
At the same time, the black-robed trio’s eyes lit up.
It was delivered on a whim.
A sinister aura lurks within Gal Zhongheon’s body.
It was dark.
Like infinite darkness.
It’s as if the darkness itself has been Chaptered into a person.
Then.
The center line Pifung muttered low.
“Mine…… interesting.”
Any other unattended person would have been immediately intimidated.
Instead, the three Blood Fengs clutching their iron swords exuded even more flesh.
There was no fear or impatience on their faces, shadowed by wide-brimmed bamboo lips.
There is only killing.
They seem to take a lot of pride in their inaction.
Gal Zhongheon, who tilted his sword, took over the voice.
“Are we looking for the big fish in that pond?”
Then, standing in the hall, Pifeng Yin cast his gaze into the distance.
High above the vast pond, he spotted an iron streamer floating in the air.
A white mountainous symbol embroidered on a black garment stained with blood, held in the snow.
“White House checkpoints?”
The two Pipungs on either side of him nod at his rambling words.
“I guess so.”
“Indeed…… was the place where the squadrons were lined up.”
Immediately afterward, the man in the stomach vomited a murderous glare.
“Let only one live.”
The other two chimed in, as if in agreement.
“Yeah. I’ll find out.”
“Then…… kills it.”
This was followed by three light gusts of wind.
Flutter…… Flutter……
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The atmosphere in your gut vibrates.
This was due to the steep rise in the power of the three.
The force of the air was heavy.
The masters at the top of their game.
But Gal Jung-heon’s expression didn’t change.
“Is that the answer in the end?”
Instead, he spoke calmly and raised his saber.
“Then we should do the same.”
The momentum behind a simple motion.
That’s not all.
Even the aura of thievery and majesty that has been instilled in him by his years of training is stirring.
In addition.
Nangong Shanglin and Hai Yan immediately took up their swords and emitted a long, intangible prayer.
The two realized the potential of Gu Pum Mugol and the Heavenly Chapter.
It manifested itself in the power of the Balblades.
I just held the knife upright and it felt like the air around me was sinking heavily.
The sea sensed it, and so did the three blood winds.
Slightly changed eyes.
Initially, they prioritized the demons, but realized that young men and women were also powerful.
.
.
.
So the three of them talked in full tongue-and-cheek, and then they each loaded their swords with a great deal of energy.
Woof, woof……
Plain old iron swords.
The intangible aura surrounding Hana’s blade was eerie, almost reminiscent of a master sword.
The man in the paddock shouted a command in his voice.
<Weeding roots!
Cut the grass and uproot it.
This means you should get rid of anything you're worried about ahead of time.
Pot-pot, pot-pot, pot-!
Six people moved at the same time.
Zap, zap, zap!
The back-and-forth swordplay is metallic.
"Strong.
Pifeng Yin, who was exchanging sword taxes with Nangong Shanglin, was inwardly impressed.
The powerful sword qi of the Rapture Sword is accompanied by a powerful wavelength.
Of course, my hand is still teasing me.
Kang, ka-kang, kang-!
With a harsh bang.
Puh-uh-uh……!
The air currents that constantly derive from the clash of swords.
It resembles a large, rounded ripple.
The fierce clash of sword power vibrated the air, creating a gale.
It represents the impact of a strong energetic force.
On the way, Pifeng Yin thought.
"A treasure!
A bogeyman who met his master well.
Yes.
It's a rare treasure.
Just look at the strength of the blade as it deflects the force.
His current level of power was enough to destroy even Yun Che.
He's not easy.
The case of one defeat does not count.
Weing-!
The tremor of a blade cutting through the wind, the sound suddenly changed.
This was because he had infused an enormous amount of Qin Qi into it, enhancing the power of his sword qi.
End of life.
In response, the Heavenly Sword quickly rose up.
Kaaaaaaang – Kwauuuung – !
Their swords clashed, and a boom rang out.
Wobble.
At a precarious moment, Namgung Sanglin's upper body falls backwards.
Weing-!
The iron sword wielded by Fifeng Yin trembled as it charged.
A stab of light.
The space around him crumpled transparently under the immense force.
Immediate.
A halberd aimed at an unprotected breastplate.
Then.
Boom!
Kicking the ground with one foot behind him, Namgung Sanglin steadied himself and raised the sword in his right hand.
Blue anticipation surges.
It's a blade of phenomenal speed.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
With a horrifying sound, the blood wind man was sent flying, bouncing swiftly one chapter backward.
"Suck!
Jiiyiik , jiiyiik –
When the man who scratched the ground with the sole of his foot stopped the new brother.
papot- -P
Nangong Shanglin had gotten to within a stone's throw of him, and he held out his sword.
A blade enveloped in a blue mist.
A blast of azure-black energy flies out.
It's a charging sword that looks like it's ripping off a piece of the spear and throwing it.
Startled, Pifeng quickly unsheathes his sword.
Boom!
There was a huge outcry.
"Mmm!"
With a short voice, Pifeng's body quickly retreats again.
The one-sword that Nangong Shanglin had just cast was the Flying Heavenly Shadow Sword, a superficial version of the Chang Tian Great Kite Sword Technique, which Nangong Xue said was the essence of martial arts.
It was a lot of power.
The tattered, torn winds of blood flutter about.
That's it.
My body shook.
In other words, the veins and blood vessels are shocked.
'What power……!
But his expression is unwavering.
A quantity that feels no physical pain.
Namgung Sanglin's pressing offense came in quick succession.
Bam, bam, bam-pop, pow, pow, pow-!
The blue azure spread relentlessly.
Just like that, a dozen sums went by in a flash.
Pifeng is busy scrambling and scrambling backwards.
Inverted charter.
With the awakening of the Gu Pumu Bone, his internal cultivation and musculoskeletal strengthening, Nangong Shanglin's martial prowess was indeed exquisite.
κ΅¬λ¦Ό-!
A light blue sword blasts out again.
The Heavenly Sword Chaptered into a dragon.
It's a beautiful movement through the blue sky.
Poof!
Pifungin retreats again.
Like a leaf blown by the wind.
Immediately after.
Paaaaah-!
Nangong Shanglin, who had already ramped up the distance, quickly slashed out with his Heavenly Sword.
Choo-choo!
A stream of gory blood that emits an eerie sound.
Fifung's left arm is cleanly severed.
furpuddle
The arm on the floor is splattered with blood.
Moment.
Puff-puff-puff-!
The continuous sword qi unleashed by Fifeng Yin through the sword pole exploded.
After a quick defense, Namgung Shanglin's new model was pushed back a dozen paces by the anti-ballistic force.
"What is it?
That's weird.
This is an inscrutable situation.
Your arm is amputated and you don't have any painful reactions.
"Doesn't it hurt?
Even the force was awarded.
The power contained within the Continuous Sword Technique of Conversion that Pifeng Yin had just cast was at the level of the Honorific Five Elements and the Hubei Hexapolarity.
More precisely, it was a power comparable to that of the Jade Dragon, who had been defeated by Chu Liuhui.
It was amazing.
One.
Nam Gung Sang Lin was confident of victory.
Why.
You've risen to the top of your game, and you're well on your way to becoming a sextet.
"You can't beat me."
Namgung Sanglin ran over, curious.
papapapapapa-
A gap that compresses in an instant.
The splendor of the Changchuan Great Sword Technique in conjunction with the Swift Demonic Sword Technique was unleashed through the Runic Sword.
Spear Full of Heavenly Qi.
The sharp blade spreads the colors of the firmament far and wide.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
See.
The sky is the limit.
A violet aura spreads along the tip of the blade and slashes forward.
A small sky appeared.
Through the dark night.
Quack, quack, quack, quack-!
A loud boom shook the room, and the sea kite was gaining the upper hand.
Clang , clang, clang –
The blades flutter like petals as the body spins and the skirt spreads out.
The red blades of the Yohwa Sword's unique sword rays.
Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo!
A series of spinning sword strikes sent Fifeng Yin into a rapid retreat.
Then.
Cringe.
Bow your head and cough up blood.
The aftermath.
Not all of them look pained.
Hae-yeon was surprised and threw herself at him.
flutter-flutter
With a flick of her skirt, she was in front of him in a flash.
Chara chara chara chara!
It's a sword dance.
It's hard to discern the real from the fake.
The movement of the blade like a myriad of red petals and butterflies spawning.
It was colorful and brazen.
Beautiful to look at, but eerie to those who meet its sword.
Pifeng's head felt dizzy as he mocked Mazu's sword.
It was inevitable.
It's because of the yogi who has reached new heights.
Every move was a temptation.
It was a powerful deception.
My mind is dizzy and my hands are dizzy.
So, can you put up a decent defense?
Cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching!
The myriad veins that mark the flesh of the Blood Winds.
A fountain of gurgling blood gushes out.
There was no mercy in the onslaught of the Chapter Sword, which resembled a single, perfected sword dance.
fluff……
Covered in blood, he eventually collapsed to the ground and lay down.
I heard a ragged breath.
It tells you.
It's practically a done deal.
On the other side, Gal Jung-heon is also outclassing his mysterious foe.
Quack!
The grim magick of the Sicilian Sword explodes.
Boom!
Pipungin flew backward, landing on his back on the cliff.
"Kooluck……!"
The traumatized and internally wounded Pifeng was in the throes of a frenzy, and Gal Zhongheon came at him head-on.
pooh-ooh-!
A stab wound to the left shoulder.
Pifeng didn't seem to mind.
Tudududududud……
It's an eerie sound as the blade slices through his left arm, starting at his shoulder, where it digs deep.
Tsk-!
The arm that fell to the ground quickly rotted away, exposing the bone.
Gal Zhongheon tilted his sword and turned his head, his eyes relaxed.
"Good call."
It praised his split-second choice to evade, forcibly ripping off one arm before the rest of his body rotted away.
Not just anyone can do this.
It's a bold move, to say the least.
One thing I do know.
That it is possible because it is numb to pain.
The bloodsucker, who had pressed on a blood vessel, let out a muffled voice.
"Four Great Demon Soldiers Sixth Sword…… Who the hell are you?"
"Nothing to know."
Pifeng Yin smirked at Gal Zhongheon's words.
"Huh. Give it back the same."
"It's a muwi comparable to the regional powerhouse…… that's impressive."
"Don't think it's over."
Pifeng Yin corrected his stance and drew up his energy.
Thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…….
An atmosphere that vibrates and weeps ferociously and a ground that cracks dizzyingly.
This sequence of events demonstrates Pifengyin's high level of emptiness.
Then the Sixth Sword cried out.
Ung
The gray air currents along the blade created the shape of a giant monkfish.
It was huge.
More than you can shake a stick at.
It was as if the Chapter of the Monkfish had descended.
-Cricket…… It's good food! Let's eat it! Let's chew and swallow it! Cricket…… Cricket…….
Goosebumps ran down his spine, and then Gal Zhongheon's eyes narrowed.
"I'd love to see your face contort."