Chapter 228 The Conundrum

The vice-chairman of the Ilmahou unleashed his unique magical power as he held the half-moon sword.
A dark, dense mist that radiates outward from your body.
The blade trembled slightly as if in response.
Ziying
It was an intangible prayer, intimidating as a demon above the hierarchy of the Ilmakai.
His subordinates were also able to smoke the same type of Magi through their own skill.
“You look at me so funny.”
With those words, Bu Buju gently patted his side with his left hand.
Suddenly, I felt the pain from last night’s wound intensify.
The one who carved the blood vessels into his body.
Guillotine.
A legendary assassin who has only dealt with evil since his rise to prominence by killing the mighty King Bulbi of the Thirteen Thrones…….
His face reappeared in front of me, and I felt my side ache unnecessarily.
Xue Fei looked him in the eye and said.
“Do you think you’re off guard?”
If he hadn’t been in the middle of fighting Ye Yunlang yesterday, would he have fallen victim to his own surprise stabbing?
It asks.
Bu Bu Zhu said curiously, his eyes flashing.
“Try again.”
Immediately after, he sends a receive signal.
pot, papat -pat
Moving quickly, the thirty or so Ilma members stood in formation.
It’s a posture of determination to fight the siege head-on.
Then.
The air around you has become thicker.
No.
For some reason, it felt like that.
Like a heavy boulder falling out of the Chapter with intangible energy…….
The reason was simple.
The Thundercloud Sword Gong Wei Ji Amu was the effect of increasing the body’s aerodynamics.
Chit-chit, chit-chit, chit-chit-!
An eerie sound erupted.
Flashing lights.
A blurry stream of light enveloped Wiziam.
It was like a lightning strike.
It is a current unique to the internal arts of the Qigong method, which has traditionally been passed down only to the masters of the Qigong gate.
So did the knife in my hand.
A beam of light flashed along his slender sword-like form.
The lightning stream, moving in sharp, irregular bends, played a thunderous sound.
Roar, roar…….
The spot where Widgiam stood was suddenly transparent and distorted.
It was a phenomenon created by chi.
The awe-inspiring being, the Chapter of the Lightning Bolt, was here.
That’s not all.
Thirteen, the elite swordsman of the Vestibular Sword Corps under Jeon Leomoon, armed with an intangible sword, brought the pressure.
The space warped as their auras converged.
In addition to that.
Creepy.
The momentum of someone creepy swirls around you, touching your vice-like senses.
It was the killing of the regent.
That was pretty fancy.
He proved to be the best assassin of his generation, overwhelming his opponents with his invisible momentum.
He was not like any other first-class martial artist.
The speculation and living that super water from Salisbury has opened up is…….
His eyes glowed as he pointed the tip of his sword forward.
“I heard you have a big mouth, so I’m going to cut it all off. You’re not going to tell me anything anyway…….”
Dreading to hear him finish.
Puff-puff-puff, puff-puff-puff-.
A series of explosive bombs carried by the members of the Ilma Kai exploded.
Operation Clockwork.
Amidst the thick smoke, Wei Jiam and the entire Blackout Sword Squad leapt into the fray, swords drawn.
A yellowish glow flashed in the space, which had turned into a dark, cloudy sky.
Oomph-quack-quack!
It was the dying sword technique of the Thunderbolt Sword, symbolizing the highest form of swordplay that Yue Zhiyiam had mastered.
Meanwhile, the subscription is.
“There it is.
After accurately identifying the signs of the Ilma Kai’s Vice Master, he deployed the ultimate in feng shui, the art of stealth.
Similar.
And just like that, his new car was gone, absorbed into the black mist of space.
* * *
East.
The clash between the Yilmahoe Company and the Arangdogui Jinjo Enemy began, and the two factions began to struggle.
Wedge , wedge – Shush , shush shush – !
A series of piercing, wind-cutting bursts of sound.
Kagaga River – Jeez, jeez, jeez !
A lot of memorization and the sound of the Tao clashing furiously.
The forty or so members of the Yilma used their longswords, the Jing Gong, to press hard on all sides.
They all stayed out of melee and kept a certain distance apart.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp-!
A Shi’ite fell under the rain of rote baptisms.
“Ugh!”
Luckily, we avoided a fire.
But there was quite a bit of blood.
This is due to the many small holes in his arms and legs.
The other two members immediately covered the wounded man, swinging their machetes dizzily.
Tee-tee-tee-tee, tee-tee-tee-!
Memorizations that get hit and bounce back.
At that moment, an unusually vigorous swordsman shouted out.
“Calm down, their memorization is not infinite!”
At the same time, he drew a swift trajectory with the machete, and a powerful pottery shot out.
He’s targeting a demon who injured his companion.
Chuhaak-!
A member of the Ilma screamed in front of the gap-ridden Doggie.
“Eek!”
Your left arm has been amputated.
It was Uhm Baekseung who was the strongest potter of the Shiadan.
His swordplay was swift and devastating.
Chug, chug, chug, chug-!
The hail of pottery was so intense that the member was dismembered and died a miserable death.
But no.
Papa Papa Papa-!
After stepping on Menglangbo, Qin Caojie struck out with his Qinglang Sword, aiming for a member of the One Horse.
It’s like a giant duck lunging at you with its gills open.
Shhhhhhhhh-!
Heavy ballistics.
The blade oozes vile flesh.
I dread the aura that jutted out along the winding road.
It was a moment of great power for the four great swords of the Virang Do method.
Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo!
With an unearthly sound, the member of the ilma was split open from head to crotch.
The enemies around him flinched at the murderous momentum.
Moment.
Huh-uh-uh
Han Yin-Young rushes swiftly to the front of the Jinjo Enemy.
Kaaaaaaang – Phew! Phew !
Half-moons and machetes clash and binge drinking.
“Laugh!
Qin Zhaoge was pushed back by the anti-ballistic force and retreated to Oryuk Bo.
I have a heavy feeling in my chest.
It was an inexplicable feeling of frustration.
The effects of taking a dark magi head-on had shaken his blood slightly.
“You’re living up to your name, hitting that thing. Anyone else would have gotten internal injuries.”
The mastermind of the fierce surprise attack was Ilma Hoeju.
Qin Wushuang thought as he straightened the Qinglang Dao in front of his chest.
“It’s still early……!
I didn’t originally plan to have a battle here.
I had to go a little further east.
Then I was going to work with the ambushers to behead him.
However, this place had turned into a battlefield, as the Ilma Company suddenly stopped moving and attacked back.
It’s a fierce battle.
Backstop tax.
No.
I’m slowly losing ground.
His ability to keep his distance and use dark arts was very difficult to deal with.
Hana Jinjoje gave a faint smile.
Why.
Because I believe in it.
An ally who heard the commotion will arrive soon.
The Ilma Lord exhaled a thick stream of magical energy, his eyes flashing.
“Did you think you’d go away empty-handed? You’d have to cut off your heads to see him…….”
Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
There was a loud boom, and a black figure appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
Quack!
The next thing you know, a shockwave of true-angle tremors swept through the air.
Pods.
A black, earthbound spirit moved to the left like a beam of light.
A sword that cuts through the air.
Shootaaaaaat-!
A half-moon sword qi accompanied by a grim earsplitting sound instantly cut through the three members of the Yilma.
Puhaak, Puhaak……!
Like a scythe wielded by some giant ghost.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The entire Chapter clapped their hands in dismay.
Wedge- Wedge- Wedge- Wedge- Wedge- Wedge- Wedge- Wedge- Wedge- Wedge-!
Countless memorizations rushed toward Black Inferno like a tidal wave.
It was an all-out assault, with all the extra memorization I could muster.
Then.
Whirligig
Black Yin Ying pulled the cannon in front of him, covering his body, and the myriad memorizations bounced off and fell to the ground.
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo……
Moyong, the Sword of Invincibility.
In an instant, Ilmahoeju’s complexion changed dramatically.
You notice a large goblin symbol embroidered on your opponent’s bare back.
‘No way……?
There was one teenage name that stuck in my head.
At that moment, a blast of turquoise Chapter erupted from Inyoung’s cannon.
Concurrently.
Srrrrrr , srrrrrr –
A curious sight, as the memorizations that rushed to him floated and lingered around him as if held by an invisible hand.
A gleam of astonishment flickered in the Ilmahoeju’s eyes.
“Mukshinpo!
One of the ten deadly diseases.
I did.
The identity of the Black Inyoung was Ammyungjeon Amgumhyang Moonbin.
The turquoise Chapter was a flamethrower, one of Mukshinpo’s unique novelties that operated on the condensation of aspiration to protect its owner.
papot- -P
Moon Bin quickly drew back his Muksinpo and extended his left hand, and the surrounding memorization spun around and flew back to its original owner.
Puff-puff-puff, puff-puff-puff-puff-!
A dozen Ilma members passed away in horrible shape, with holes all over their bodies like honeycombs.
Immediately after.
Moon Bin made an exhilarating move and slammed into Ilma Hoeju’s face.
Tsk-tsk-tsk!
“Ugh!
The mighty sword was so powerful that he was forced to retreat a full chapter.
And then Moon Bin struck again.
Chapter.
The violet flames from Mukshinpo’s blade radiated along the blade.
Chapter’s sword qi with auras.
It was a terrifying updraft in the shape of a giant goblin.
And just like that, the blackened oats of Chapter swept across the front of Ilmahoeism.
Quack, quack, quack, quack-!
The muddled Ilma Hoeju has been pushed back again.
After awakening the Qin Meng Heavenly Vein and fulfilling the miracle of the Mukshinpo, Moon Bin’s power was indeed exquisite.
He turned his head and called out.
“Strike!”
Then two dozen swordsmen flew in from all directions.
Nine Heavenly Swordsman Guangyou, the first captain of the Dark Blades, and his men.
As the demoralized Shi’a attacked together, Qin Zhaoge smiled once more.
“The enemy is now annihilated, before the fearsome power of the young hero who leads the Dark War.
* * *
The Chase in the Western Woods.
Poof!
A workhorse member has a double-ended torso.
Every time Iron Flowing Trails swung the Red sword of Excellence, the enemy was Chaptered into corpses.
We’ve already been wiped out.
At most, there are five survivors.
They were running like crazy, not looking back.
It was a struggle to survive somehow.
When you’re more than a dozen sheets apart.
Bam!
The ground slammed into his feet, and in an instant he was behind his opponent, thrusting his sword out.
Ferguson!
The sword that pierced the back of a man.
It doesn’t end there.
Chuliu Hsin impaled him with his sword, and he wept, impaling the other three in quick succession.
Puck, puck, puck, puck!
Now there’s only one person left.
Sunrise.
His backside was visible in the distance ahead.
Chu Liuhui expressionlessly injected Qi into his sword spirit.
Poof-!
The skewered bodies of the dead exploded in unison, their flesh scattering in a spray of blood.
Followed by.
Bam!
A trail of iron currents cut through the wind underfoot.
In just a few breaths, he caught up to that distance.
Sensing the change in the winds, Iljosa spun around in alarm, and the moment he did, a bomb exploded.
Boom!
Blown backward like a leaf in the wind, Iljaxa slammed into the old tree with a thud, and then slumped to the ground.
“Off…… u…….”
It was hard to breathe, a shock I hadn’t experienced before.
Just then, the iron streamer in front of him spoke in a deep voice.
“He’s not going to shut up until he’s dead anyway, so I’m going to have to look inside his skull.”