Chapter 254 The Masters of the Game

Paaaa …
A wave of sound sweeping past you.
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh!
The air and ground shook frighteningly, and blood spurted out.
Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck……!
Minions falling in a line with their heads smashed in.
Dozens of people were killed instantly.
The study of the so-called supreme art of Yin Gong, before the immense power of Shijiazhu.
The Sixth and Seventh Heavenly Elements were incomparably exquisite Yin Gong disciplines.
The echo that had caused the tremor spread and faded.
Soon, fear spread among the Januaryites.
Sajahu is very difficult to master, and depending on the level of the master who realizes it, he can blow hundreds of heads off with a single blow of polarized air.
One.
The Wen Gong Master’s Sazahu was a different kind of mastery.
It wasn’t just a one-off rant, it was also a clear statement.
In the meantime, the power of Sajahu has been retained.
He can even fine-tune the waves of the Yin Gong so that they don’t affect nearby allies.
It was quite an accomplishment.
It was an awe-inspiring performance.
The enemy realized it again.
A thousand years of Shaolin history and tradition, and the formidable presence of Master Zhang Wen, who carries that weight on his shoulders.
The overwhelming power of the Archmage boosts the morale of the Order.
“Waaaaaah!”
“Strike!”
“Here we go again!”
“Here, this way!”
“Chahaaaaat!”
As such, the brave shouts and cheers of the warriors burst forth in unison, and the tide of victory rises feverishly.
It was a fight that only got more intense.
The constant clashing of weapons, the incessant screaming, and the dizzying splashing and stinking of gore…… was not the kind of place that the term “carnage” simply implies.
There are no words to accurately describe the atmosphere of this never-ending battlefield.
At the intersection of death and life, the battle was heavy and hot.
Their willpower, determination, and determination swirl together as they charge toward the finish line.
There’s no looking back.
Also.
Don’t look back.
You don’t think about any of that, you just move.
You and I have given our precious blood and lives to end this fight with a victory.
There are no bystanders here.
There are only survivors and dead.
The tide has already turned.
Unlike the Zhengsha faction, which pushes fiercely like a rising tide, the Ilwolmagyo ebbs back and forth like a falling tide.
A crack was forming in the shattered balance of power.
Go deep, go big, and go fast.
One side of a dizzying battlefield.
Boo-boo-boo!
There was a rippling sound like a hurricane being compressed.
The enormous velocity traveled through space quickly.
A giant pottery blade struck the minion in front of him.
It was a momentous occasion.
It’s like a big fish swimming away with its mouth open, like a rock.
Quack-quack-!
A heavy thunderous bang pounds in your ears.
“Ugh!”
The maw that uttered the foreign sound staggered backward.
Hududuk……
Blood soaked the floor.
You have a cut near your left shoulder.
His identity was the Third Zheng, the third rank of the Eighty-eighth Zheng.
Then, the figure who cast the Docho laughed with a murderous glare.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, did I look easy?”
A man in his fifties, dressed in a gray suit.
Relatives!
The Third Prince quickly steadied himself and stood, glaring at his opponent.
He wears clothes embroidered with the legendary giant fish, a sword of immense size, and a fierce look that resembles Meng Tao.
It’s breathtaking just to look at it.
‘Damn, even a rear-guard ambush fails……, the name isn’t for nothing!’
The fifty-something man who had just cast the sword was none other than the Hubei Yixing Pole Star, the gatekeeper of the Great Beast City Gate.
Boom!
The ground shattered as it advanced, and the great sword struck straight down.
The sheer volume and pressure is overwhelming.
A disheveled Third Prince gave up the fight and moved to the flank.
papot- -P
When you’ve avoided taxes with such nimble moves.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped at my back.
Oops!
In a heart-stopping moment, a swift spear pierced his torso.
Pow!
With an eerie soundtrack, the Third Chamber releases a fountain of blood.
Fluff.
It lay on the ground like a wet piece of paper.
The mastermind of the surprise spear attack was the orb Jade Jade Giraffe, Ye Yongjue, the current Jin Changbo of the Northern Sextant.
Yuk Geumgang looked at him, her expression twisting slightly.
“Why are you bugging me? I was just about to take care of it.”
“Huh, what do you mean, this isn’t a battlefield?”
Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Yongzhi flapped her blue sack and moved on.
Then Yukgeumgang followed and cried out, “I’m sorry.
“You cheeky bastard, I’ll build a bigger major than you!”
Not far from there.
Poof……!
A cinnabar light flashed in the space where the launcher had gone off.
Oomph-quack!
Swordsmanship with Thunderbolt.
A full-body thundercloud sword cast by Wei Zhiyiam, the Thundercloud Swordsman of the Hunan Five Moon Festival.
Shortly thereafter, dozens of Januaryites died, their bodies blackened and screaming with the screams of the Terminus.
Woo-rah, woo-rah, woo-rah- ka-ang, ka-ang, ka-ang-!
The enemy falls dead before the sword herb that Wu Zhiyiam spreads in a torch.
“Ugh……!”
“Back, back!”
The horde, pale as a sheet, scurries backward.
Then Wiziam cried out.
“Block the way out!”
At the same time, a myriad of cries come from beyond the black smoke.
It was the vestibular saber of the vanguard.
Frightened and withdrawing, the members of the Ilwolma Sect ended up with blood on their blades.
“Boom!”
“Ouch!”
In some circles, the martial arts master Mu Hyun-jin of the Ten Disciplines and the martial arts master Chen Mu dojo of the Baiyun Sword Pavilion were dealing with the head of the Sun Moon Sect.
The Eight Great Apostles, the Five and Six.
Mu Hyunjin’s swordsmanship seemed to move slowly at first, but it contained infinite changes.
Osado felt dizzy from the flow.
‘This is the sword of nonpartisanship…… tricky!’
What Mu Hyun-jin was practicing now was the highest form of kung fu of the Wudang sect.
Tai Chi Sword ( Tai Chi Sword ).
It’s herbivorous, but it moves like a herbivore.
No defense is foolproof unless you’re on the same level of power.
It’s an arcane sword of reason that draws various lines and circles.
Finish.
Wow!
Osado’s left arm is scarred with stab wounds.
“Ugh!”
A searing pain that shoots up and down the kidneys.
Hana Osado ducked out of the way of the follow-up sword blade like a schoolboy.
Sassat.
Mu Hyun-jin, who had practiced the Bojutsu, compressed the gap again and swung the sword in his right hand.
Slow trajectory, fast momentum.
The true value of the Tae Kuk Hye Sword.
As with any intangible change, it’s disorienting.
Chirp-!
Osado’s narrowly defended new model faltered badly.
The blood in my body vibrated.
It’s a force that comes at you extremely gently and then hits you with a terrifying crash.
In the midst of the agony, there was admiration.
That’s amazing.
The Moo Yue of the mighty, whose color is the supreme color of the Northern Hemisphere.
The Taoist sword was an ever-flowing river.
A continuous harmony of lines and circles.
I have no idea at what point the herbage is converted.
Approach gently again.
The sword play of Mu Hyun Jin In.
Osado reads and dodges with difficulty.
“Are you kidding me?
The sword grass was a trick.
It has detected that the force of the strike is weaker than before.
Or not.
Mu Hyun-Jin-in’s left hand moved slyly and landed close to the center of his chest.
That was the real goal.
Chin – Pooh-bah!
His palm made contact, and with a dull thud, Osado’s new model flew hard into the rear.
Shaman ( Wudang Cotton Palm ).
It’s the best trick in the game, known for its destructive power against the odds.
Thump!
Osado sprawled on the floor, gurgling blood.
It only took one tension to cause serious internal injuries.
Like a sheep that has fallen victim to the mighty herbivory of the Taijiquan Sword.
It’s inevitable.
Mu Hyun Jin-in’s nickname is Tenjeomusung.
This means that he has mastered the ten disciplines of the sword, including the long, short, ground, divine, treasure, angular, and alcoholic arts.
In other words, his achievement in the shamanic arts was on par with his mastery of the Taijiquan sword.
The other members of the group, spurred on by Zhang Wenyin’s performance, also took down their enemies one by one, each with their own flair.
Of course, it was not without casualties, but the losses were greater.
Most notably, the elite censorship organization, the Taekwondo Swordsmen, was active.
Meanwhile.
“Eek!”
The screaming Hexadore was pierced by the bloodletting of the interruption.
It’s the mastery of the Baiyun Sword Pavilion’s Tianmu Dojo.
To be precise, it was the cutting edge of the sword school’s signature sword, the Red Sword Sword.
The Sword of the Heavenly Dojo moves again.
Chug, chug, chug, chug!
A reddish glow of sword energy stretches out along its trajectory.
“Ugh!”
“Kahhhhh!”
“Shrug!”
Screaming and falling all over the place.
The sword of the Heavenly Martial Master had no mercy.
The same goes for other places.
The top four clans in the Hubei region, the Jincheon Sword Palace Clan’s Black Lao Sword Clan’s Wei Tagong and the Honan Five Clans’ Fashan Sword Clan’s Nampo Sword Clan’s Doyun, were also in full force, with the top elder, Wu Yong of the Beidou Clan, leading the way.
Elsewhere.
Puff-puff-puff!
A dozen or so newborns of the Moon Cult, who had been viciously attacking someone, were torn apart in an explosion.
It was an intangible barrier wrapped around the target’s body.
Hoshin Shotgun.
It’s a torturous technique that doesn’t just protect the body, but can also be used to counteract the opponent’s power.
The caster was a masked Wuyang sage, Zhu Yugang.
Enemies rushing in again.
This movement targets both the front and the back of the main cavity at the same time.
Then.
Boom!
As Zhu Yugang advanced, a vast array of intangibles were unleashed.
SweetsFanatic……!
The enemies that were swept up in it disappear into nothingness.
He spun around, and his sword shot out as he sped through the air.
Ping-!
Finesse.
One after the other, the enemies who had been aiming for his back were impaled and fell.
It was a swift onslaught.
After retrieving the sword, Zhu Yugang wielded an even stronger sword.
Kudos…… kudos……!
The ground I stepped on cracked and popped like a large spider web.
It is a testament to the power of the gods.
Soon, dozens of people rushed in front of him.
“Your blood will soothe the souls of the slain!
Zhu Yugang shouted to himself and reached out his hand.
Piying-!
The sword left his hand and flew like a beam of light, unleashing a magnificent gust of wind that obliterated everything in its path.
Sweets, sweets, sweets, sweets!
There wasn’t even any powder left.
It’s just a splattering of blood.
Seeing this, the martial artists of the Zheng Temple were momentarily stunned.
Horrified.
It’s a force comparable to the likes of Hunan Five Elements and Hubei Six Polar Star.
No, maybe even more than that…….
Who the heck are you?
The Book of the Divine Sword – Chapter 255