Chapter 164

Whirligig.
That’s when Songak’s sword herb changed again.
As the unexpected number of seconds continued, Bu Eunseol quickly spun her body to dodge the sword grass.
Song Aok then switched to the Yang Sword again and stabbed at the yin blood in Bu Eunseol’s front chest.
‘His swordsmanship is beyond measure.
If Song-Ak’s spread is a simple sword herb, it’s not hard to change it halfway through.
However, he quickly changes the number of moves in the middle of a complex and subtle sword technique, such as the Yang Sword and the Tai Chi Sword, which are said to be the most exquisite in the world.
It’s something that’s nearly impossible to do unless you’ve spent a long time honing your sword and have a perfect understanding of the art.
‘The difference in the time spent honing the sword.
He hadn’t yet reached the point where he could freely transmute the Sword Herbs of the Immortal Heavenly Realm.
This made it impossible to react quickly to the ever-changing swords of Songak.
Dull.
In the meantime, Song’ak had created dozens of round sword flowers around Buunseol.
It is the centerpiece of the Taijiquan Hye Sword, which allows you to draw a series of rounded sword qi to completely protect yourself.
Flash!
In an instant, the pure white crossed sword qi scattered everywhere, and Bu Yunxue quickly transformed the sword herbs, pushing back the circle of the Tai Qi Sword.
However, no amount of sword herbs could break that round sword qi, and since it was not a flesh sword, it could not be blocked by a rhombus sword.
Furthermore, by the time Bu Eunseol’s attack was over, the rounded sword qi of the Taijiquan Sword would occasionally switch to the sharp attack of the Yang Sword.
“This is the only way!
Unable to destroy the round sword qi that controlled the space, Bu Eunseol deliberately exposed a loophole.
Since you can’t break through his defenses, you’ll have to wait for the moment he attacks.
Chirp!
Finally, the Tae Kwon Do sword was converted into an attack.
At that moment, Bu Eun-sul kicked into high gear.
Whirling.
The pore strength of the semi-polar core, which has reached the fifth layer, is more than three orders of magnitude.
As he unleashed his full force, a tangible aura began to coat the blade.
“Ha!”
Along with Ki Hap-seong, Bu Eun-sul attacked.
But instead of a silent sword, he extends his left hand in a wide arc.
Pow!
Intangible currents of air spread out in all directions, creating a tremendous storm of Qi that poured into the round sword qi.
The Kwonmachil-sik ritual, the destruction of all things, was in full swing.
Woohoohoo!
It’s impossible to repel sword energy with intangible techniques.
However, Bu Eun-sul had tangibleized the Inner Resonator, so she was pushing Song Aek’s sword qi away.
“……!”
When the sword qi was pushed back by such a powerful force, Song Yak was surprised and stopped practicing the Taijiquan Sword.
And then, at the center of the round sword qi, the figure of Song Yak was revealed.
Get it!
Bu Eun-sul didn’t miss the opportunity and jumped into the center of Song-ak’s center.
The rounded sword qi that hadn’t yet dissipated tore into Bu Eunseol’s shoulder, but he didn’t care, extending his martial sword.
“Not with the sword candles we’ve been using!
Song Yak’s Sword Technique has reached the state of Heaven, Earth, and Air Perfection.
If you miss this opportunity, the only thing you’ll be left with is defeat.
Oooooh!
The tip of the hilt was curved like a pinky, constantly shifting with the low light.
Finally, an inspection that has never been attempted before.
The Seventh Sword of the Immortal Heavenly Stream, which unleashes a hundred and eighty changes on the sword, piercing through all enemy defenses.
The realization of the endlessness of the body.
Chararang!
At that moment, Song’er’s Taijiquan sword also produced a brilliant light and slammed into Bu Eunseol.
A gust of wind kicks up a cloud of dust, and the two swordsmen’s last ditch efforts are about to collide,
“…….”
Suddenly, the world went silent and I didn’t hear a sound.
Whirling.
A dry wind swept through the forest, sweeping up the dense dirt.
And then the two of them were revealed.
“…….”
Standing tall, Buunseol’s inky blade touched Songak’s udder.
He stretched out his arm, and Song’ak’s sword touched Buinseol’s lower belly.
At the same time, their swords were touching each other’s bodies, so they couldn’t stab each other.
Jurrrrrr.
Blood trickled down Song Yak’s neck from the sharp tip of the sword.
“You’ve got some nerve.”
They both extended their swords at the same time, but Song’er’s sword missed Bu Eunseol’s skin by a single sheet of paper.
The powerful qigong contained in the returning paper pushed his sword back a bit.
“I guess it’s a case of frequency losing out to martial arts.”
Despite Song-ak’s words, Bu-eun-sul’s expression was not happy.
“I’m not there yet.
The Repeater of Destruction is a superweapon based on Dan Qing’s sword method, which has made one hundred and eighty changes to the Sun Sword.
If he had played a perfect move, Song’s head would have already fallen off.
But the changes he made were eighty-one.
Ironcluck. Click.
They sheathed their swords at the same time, as if in agreement.
Their swordsmanship skills were equal. The only thing that separated them was their level of internal defense.
Song’ak gave him a sour look.
“I thought Guang Yan was the only one among the younger generation who could match me, but…… there’s another one.”
“Lumpy?”
“A high ranking Shaolin monk, he’s a low ranking monk who cleans houses, but his martial arts skills are the best in Shaolin.”
When he finished, he glared at Bu Eun Seol.
“Today this body concedes defeat, but next time will be different.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and Song-ak coughed in disbelief.
“Instead, let’s have a drink before we compete next time. How about that?”
His smile was like a ray of sunshine.
Bu Eun-sul, who was staring at Song-ak, let out a low sigh and nodded.
“Sure.”
“I promised.”
Baring his white teeth, Song Yak smiled, unfurled the Divine Law, and disappeared above the Van Gong.
As Bu Eunseol watched in silence, she suddenly spat out a pebble-sized chunk of blood onto the floor with a popping sound.
“Mmm.”
Swollen Snow’s eyes rippled.
Comprised of the first half of the Sixth Form and the second half of the Fourth Form, the Wushu Heavenly Ryu is the culmination of all of Nangyagak’s swordsmanship.
The later Sicho styles, especially those based on the teachings of Dan Cheng, were in fact sword styles that could only be used by those who had attained the extreme heavenly realm.
“A shaman indeed. You’re worthy of Shaolin.”
He shook his head as he remembered Song’s sword method.
What if I didn’t reach the semi-polar core?
It would have been impossible to force him to deploy his Respawn, and he would have been stabbed in the gut by Song’s sword.
“It’s not an internal injury that gets better easily.”
He had always bounced back from internal injuries easily, but this time was different.
It was not an external shock, but a deep internal injury that could not be easily repaired because the sword technique was forced, causing blood to reflux.
We have three days to go before we reach Mazen.
But there’s no guarantee that there won’t be enemies in there.
“It doesn’t matter.”
The swollen tongue is unbowed by any trial.
He walked in silence, as if he felt no pain, like a man made of steel.
* * *
The dark sky was gradually brightening.
Bu Eun-sul continued on her way and entered the castle where the demon warriors were.
You’re only half a day’s walk away from the village.
Around the town, vendors from all over were setting up shop in the streets as if it were a market day.
He walked heavily, then stopped dead in his tracks.
Suddenly the world went silent, and the vendors and people on the street began to part and retreat.
Soon, the streets were littered with overturned stalls and vegetables and fruits blowing in the desolate wind.
But Bu Eun-sul walked on as if she hadn’t seen anything.
At the end of the road, a group of what must have been three or four hundred men lined up like soldiers.
“They’re all here.”
The martial artists who blocked the entirety of the Guan Road were the masters of the Hellblood and White Horse Sect.
But Bu Eun-sul looked at them with a sullen expression.
At the head of the line stood three familiar unmanned figures. They were Jade Qilin, Yin Yu, and Qin Zhaoming.
“Buunsun. You will never enter the battlefield!”
At the shout of Jinja’s name, Buunsul smiled.
“Well.”
His internal injuries had not yet healed. He was also exhausted from walking for three days and three nights.
But he squared his shoulders and walked forward.
“Let’s give it a try.”
His steps were as long as a lion’s and heavier than Mount Tai.
One step, two steps…….
The closer he got, the more life blossomed in the eyes of the white masters and hell-blooded warriors.
A fight of one against three hundred.
It’s an impossible fight to win in the first place. And then, finally, the fight is about to begin,
“Who dares to block the path of the heir to the throne!”
A thunderous cry rang out in the sky, and at the same time, behind Bu Eunseol’s back, twenty masters descended from thin air to the ground one after another.
Kuung.
The first to step down was a man carrying a large dagger on his back.
Behind him were a line of warriors, each carrying a different weapon.
Everyone looks like they’re out to play, but there’s a mountain of prayer running through their bodies.
“Lender?”
Boonsun’s eyes widened.
They were the original members of Nangyagak.
“Kid, how have you been?”
“Lenders. How…….”
“Good job.”
Xiao Zhen put his hand on Bu Eunsul’s shoulder and said.
“A disciple of Nanyagak, he was unabashedly himself.”
As Bu Eunsul lowered her head, the vice-captain behind Xiao Zhen’s back, Qi Yun, smirked.
“Snowflakes. That was pretty cool.”
The guys behind me chuckled and chimed in.
“He’s the one we raised from scratch, we should be able to do that!”
“When all is said and done, come to Changshindae. Buunsul!”
“You’re full of shit. Why is the next Nangyagakju coming to Changshin?”
Bu Eun-sul, wounded, walked hesitantly toward the three hundred strong army.
The members of the Changshin Battalion were filled with pride as they watched, and morale soared.
“Sozhen……!”
Qin Zi Ming’s mouth dropped open when he recognized Xiao Zhen.
He is the most powerful warrior in Nangyagak, by far.
Besides, weren’t their men also monsters who could wipe out a sect with a few men?
Hesitate.
Qin Zhaoming and the rest of the Infernal Blood and White Demon hordes retreated.
No matter how fierce and brave they may be, they are no match for the Changxin Sect, which can wipe out entire clans.
“Get out of the way!”
At Xiao Zhen’s words, the Infernal Blood and White Horse masters blocking the way flinched.
If they don’t move out of the way, you’ll have to fight Changshindae this way.
Of course, I’m not afraid of death, but…… I’m hesitant because the consequences are so obvious.
Qin Zi Ming, Yin Yu, and Jade Qilin exchanged a sweaty glance.
He nodded, as if he had no choice.
Chaaahhh.
Then the path opened up, and the three hundred or so martial men split into two lines.
“Hmm. I can’t believe you’re the only one who’s willing to take a chance.”
They said nothing in response to Xiao Zhen’s sneer.
I have ten mouths to feed.
The White Devil and the three Hellblood Sect’s warriors have joined forces to kill one of Nangyagak’s young disciples…….
“Be good.”
When Su Zhen patted her back, Bu Eunsul clasped her hands together and bowed deeply.
“Bye, then.”
Once again, the snowflake takes a step.
One step, two steps…… finally stood tall before the masters of Hellblood and White Horse.
Bu Eun-sul paused in her walk and looked around at the assembled drones.
He didn’t look like an enemy, but rather an imposing figure, as if surveying the men under his command.
“……!”
The martial artists stiffened involuntarily as they locked eyes with Bu Eun-sul.
Absolute termination.
For from that young man flowed the characteristics of an absolute master with the whole world at his feet.
Kiiiiiii.
When Buunsul finally reached the end of the road, the giant gates of the temple, which had been firmly closed, slowly began to open.
At the entrance to the temple, there were two rows of black-robed warriors with their swords raised.
He is a candidate to succeed the future ruler of the Demon City and……
It was to honor Bu Eun-sul, who had arrived in Mazen after all the trials and tribulations.
Eek.
Boo-eun-sul walks with a confident stride,
chuckle chuckle chuckle…….
Each time he passed by, the warriors before him lowered their swords and began to bow once more.
The line of warriors stretched all the way to the old center of the city.
At the end of it, he was greeted by an enormous pavilion that seemed to press down on the earth.
‘This is the castle…….’
Finally, you arrive in front of the Holy Demon Pavilion, where the Demon Lord is said to be staying.