Chapter 121

“It’s annihilation.
Guo Tian stood up and looked at the battlefield in a cold sweat,
Wham!
Before he knew it, a dwarf, Salsu, had popped out from among the Padawans and was stabbing him in the back with a hatchet.
“Bam!”
Guo Chen regained his senses and quickly blocked the hatchet.
Bam!
Sparks flew in the air, and Guo Tian’s eyes widened as he blocked the attack.
Not only was the experience on the hatchet beyond his imagination, but the force of the blow sent shivers down his spine.
“Why kill …… is it a wine.”
Guo Chen recognized at once that the hatchet-wielding Salsu was the drummer of Yinsha Song, the Dwarf.
“Heh, heh, heh, you suck!”
As he leisurely twirled his hatchet, the dwarf roared.
“Now die!”
Wham!
In the blink of an eye, the dwarf closed the distance and split Guo Tian’s head open with his hatchet.
Window, window, window!
Guo Chen raised his sword to block the Yanxin attack, but was unable to handle the weight of the hatchet and was forced to back away.
‘Salsu is so sincere.
Despair flashed in Guo Tian’s eyes.
Specializing in surprise attacks, the Salsu are weak in hand-to-hand combat. However, WhySal was too good for them, not only in terms of sneaking, but also in terms of jinshin martial arts.
Pow!
In the meantime, the hatchet of the dwarf, having found a loophole, sliced through Guo Tian’s shoulder blade.
My shoulder feels like it’s on fire and blood spurts out.
“Impossible!”
After regaining his senses, Guo Chen gritted his teeth and deployed his sword technique.
If even he falls to the dwarves, the world will fall apart.
“Ouch!”
Meanwhile, the Qin Tianmen disciples around him were collapsing.
Quickly glancing around, Gu Qian gritted his teeth; he had already given up more than half of Qin Tianmen’s front yard.
In addition, the Ji Sword Squad is the last line of defense, protecting Munju and Wang Yinhua, who are currently closed due to injury.
“I can’t take it anymore.
Since the line is already broken, it’s probably best to join up with the Jigoku in the rear and try to resist.
“Fall back!”
At Guo Tian’s shout, Qin Tianmen’s disciples began to fall back as if they had been waiting.
As they retreated, blood-soaked, their faces showed the same horror.
“That’s it.”
Watching from afar, Fadomunzu and Guan Dokun smiled sinisterly.
Qin Tianmen’s greatest power, the Heavenly Sword Corps, is retreating.
In the meantime, a few highly skilled Qin Tianmen masters stepped forward, but the tide had already turned.
“It’s been a long, long fight.”
Guan Dokun delivered a monologue that sounded like a lament.
It’s been more than a decade since he battled Qin Tianmen for supremacy in Shangyang.
As it was, Fadomoon’s position would not be able to win against Qin Tianmen, who was rooted in Shangyang as his elder brother.
“Heaven help us.
Guan Dokun glanced at the masked figure standing beside him.
It has no identity or name.
A few months ago, he appeared before her out of the blue and offered to help her win the power struggle with Qin Tianmen.
The guards laughed at first.
However, when the masked man held out a million-yuan slip and asked him to buy a whole bunch of Yin Shao’s salvia, he had to quickly correct his expression.
-What do you want me to do?
Nothing is free in the world.
Knowing this all too well, the government was not alarmed by the sight of a million slips.
But the masked man only had a few words to say.
-Do or don’t.
Guan Dokun shook his head and asked.
-Do you have a grudge against Qin Tianmen?
Instead of answering, the masked man said the wrong thing.
-Jin Tian Wenzhou The Royal Painting of the Gate is being closed down because of the old statue, so now would be a good time to visit.
The Guandong Army couldn’t understand it.
Who is this masked man? Why does he want Qin Tianmen to be defeated? Where did he get all that money? …….
With a million thoughts running through his mind, Guan Dokun could only stand there, dumbfounded.
-If you don’t like it, quit.
As the masked man reaches for the slip, Guan Dokun comes to his senses.
Seize opportunities while you can. It was also his mantra.
-Are you sure you don’t want anything else?
-None.
In response, Guan Dokun picked up the slip without hesitation.
Then, with the help of Yin’s music, they invaded Qin Tianmen on a grand scale.
“Now I just need to get rid of all those rats.”
Guan Dokun looked at the masked man with a wide grin.
“Thanks to you, my lifelong wish is fulfilled.”
And then a few more friendly words,
-Ahhhh!
Suddenly, a series of pitiful screams rang out from the rear ranks of the Padomun side.
“What’s going on?”
In response to Guan Dok’s question, the man beside him spoke up.
“The Inquisitors are back!”
“What?”
The Guandong army hurriedly surveyed the situation behind them.
There, a group of mummies and nymphs dressed in Qin Tianmen garb were attacking the Padawans.
The Nine Swordsmen and the Nangyin arrive, led by Wenguang.
“How did they get here?”
Guan Dokun narrowed his eyes in disbelief.
He had seen with his own eyes that the Mings had set up a formidable array of tricks and traps to deal with the Inquisitors.
And the tricks and traps were beyond the skill of even the most skilled swordsmen and women.
And they’re back in business?
“Don’t let any of them out alive!”
Under Wenguang’s command, the Nine Swordsmen and the Nangyin Army began to cut down the Fado Mundos.
The Nine Swords and Nangin have defeated the Salves at Unga Mountain Lodge, and morale is at an all-time high.
And just when they thought they had broken through Qin Tianmen’s defenses.
So he was caught off guard when he was suddenly ambushed from behind.
“Moon Danju!”
Spotting Wen Guang leading the battle from the rear, Guo Tian shouted to his men.
“Help the Inquisition!”
-Waaaaaah!
With a loud shout, the battle quickly resumed.
“They!”
The Guandong army, watching, let out a fiery roar.
With a little more push, he could slit Qin Tianmen’s throat and completely subjugate them.
With the unexpected arrival of the Inghumdan and Nangin-dae, Chae-jeon is once again thrown into an unpredictable situation.
“Clear the way!”
As the Padomundos were pushed back, the Salsu began to rampage.
They were even willing to sacrifice their own allies, the Padawans, to protect their own lives.
“These human white guys?”
The Nang people, fighting at the head of the Nang people, cursed as they saw the Salsu using the dying bodies as shields.
“If you’re human children, don’t touch the dead!”
But Minsagog’s killers were utilizing the elongated corpses whether he shouted or not.
“You’re stronger than the men in the Unga hut.”
Nangong Yun’s eyes flashed at Black Mark’s words as he circled the battlefield, throwing out memorization.
“These guys are the real power!”
Shackled!
In the meantime, the Mourners have changed their tactics.
He’s trying to clear a path for himself by killing not only Qin Tianmen’s disciples, but also those in the Fado Gate.
“Step back, both of you.”
Bu Eunseol, who had been watching, stepped forward and stretched out her hand.
Gooooooo.
With the sound of air from all directions being sucked into one place, the flying beasts of the battlefield were blown away.
“What kind of authority is that?”
The Salsu, hiding among the Padomundos, shrank back in terror.
The scope of her power was so wide that no matter how much she tried to escape it, she couldn’t.
“That guy!”
As Bu Eun-sul defeated the killer beasts, the Yin Songzu Dwarf reappeared, flying off Padomundo’s shoulder.
“I’ll have to kill you first to clear the way.”
Bu-eun-sul said to Namgung-woon, who was behind her as the dwarf appeared.
“Deal with it.”
“Me?”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, her face as serious as ever.
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
A head-to-head battle of spraying and daylight, with not just a drenching but also an ascent.
It’s something that even a master with decades of dominance rarely experiences. If you can survive this fight, the benefits will be immeasurable.
“I see.
Nangongyun realized.
The battle against the dwarves. He realizes that this is Buunsul’s gift to him.
“Great!”
Nangong Yun rushed forward, and without hesitation, he drew his Spearbow Rainbow Sword toward the dwarf.
The dwarf’s eyes widened as the lightning-fast sword blades swept across the room.
“Namgungse?”
When he realized that the young man in front of him was a member of the Southern Palace, Whyte smiled a rather relaxed smile.
“Hmph. You must be Sega’s master.”
He smiled smugly as he used his hatchet to dissolve each of the black clouds.
“You should know there’s a difference between martial arts and murder.”
It’s no exaggeration to say that people from prestigious families have spent their entire lives being looked up to.
And such an environment only encourages youthful exuberance. It makes them look down on the martial arts and maintain their arrogant personalities.
“I’ll slit your throat quickly.”
Dwarf was confident.
No matter how great a martial artist Nangong Yun may be, he will not be able to overcome his own battle-worn and worn self.
“……?”
But after a dozen or so sums, the dwarf’s eyes gradually filled with bewilderment.
The reason why skilled killers can win against factionists is simple.
This is because they use dirty tricks that they would never use.
However, the opposite was true for the Southern Sagittarius.
It flies backwards with its buttocks up to avoid memorization, and rolls frantically on the floor to avoid being killed.
It even picks up dirt from the floor and sprinkles it when cornered, and spits in melee combat.
The dwarf’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.
“This is…… from the Namgungse family?
The Namgung Sega, also known as the Master of the Sword, is known for the strictness of the law within the Sega.
And their direct descendants are proud to use the same tongue-in-cheek tactics?
“But the sword is sure.
It was clear that the swordsmanship in front of him could only be mastered by the direct descendants of the Southern Palace.
The dwarf’s mind reeled, narrowly avoiding the spear’s rainbow dagger,
Tap!
The rapidly approaching Nebula suddenly coughed up phlegm.
And some of that byproduct, very unfortunately, landed on the cheek of the dwarf.
“…….”
A trickle of blood dripped from the dwarf’s forehead as he wiped the phlegm from his sleeve.
“Woe betide the Southern Palace, to produce such a wretch as you!”
It would have been enough to make a Sega scion’s eyes roll, but Namgungun didn’t get excited, just chuckled.
“You’re so stupid, you realize who I am now.”
The dwarf’s eyes lit up at the sight of the straw bar.
“Are you the Nangongun, the bastard of the Nangong family?”
Nangong Yun, who had shrugged off the dwarf’s attack, laughed leisurely.
“If you do, now stretch your neck!”