Chapter 189

Quack, quack, quack!
The five streaks of light spread not only to Hyuk So-jin’s face, but everywhere, sealing off his exit.
“Big.”
Hyuk So-jin was forced to leap into the air and dodge a barrage of shots.
His specialty, however, is an unpredictable barrage of shots at close range.
As soon as he hit the ground, Hyuk So Jin raised his sharp nails and unleashed a flurry of maneuvers.
Whoosh! Shudder!
The tips of his nails poke into the snow, and before you know it, he’s leaping up into the half-ball and stabbing at the white gray blood.
He landed like lightning and aimed for Hyuk So-jin’s bottom.
“Great!”
As Black Musketeer gained the upper hand with a barrage of attacks that connected with the air and the ground, Hyuksojin stopped dodging and began to draw on his air power to counterattack.
With his left hand, he unleashed the Dark Heavenly Dragon Dragon Field, and with his right hand, he extended the Thunderbolt Blood Sword and stabbed at Black Martyr’s neck and lower abdomen.
In the blink of an eye, forty seconds of melee combat had passed, and Black Wu Shang was taken aback.
“This guy?
Black Wuxiang’s eyes widened.
He is a master from a bloodline and is very well versed in the art of martial arts.
His eyes widened as he realized that the martial arts he was pouring out were not just any old martial arts, but the power-saving martial arts of the masters.
“You’re not from a political party.”
“Let’s stop having unnecessary conversations.”
“What?”
Instead of answering, Hyuk So Jin twisted the bokken in his right hand and drew the Divine Heat Horse.
Then a fierce burst of violet radiance erupted from his entire body.
“Because when you fight, you have to burn everything!”
The battle between Hyeoksojin and Black Moo-sang heats up,
Looking down at Uhonkwang, Bu Eunseol slowly placed her hand behind her back.
Thrrrr.
The sword resounded as it left its scabbard, a chill spreading in all directions.
“I’ll take care of the author, and you guys can take care of that hollow ghost.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, not only Jie Guanxun, Mo Yongjing, and Brother Huang Bo narrowed their eyes.
-What the heck is the author talking about?
A maniacal killer who vivisects young people while posing as a congressman.
Little did he know, his skills were on the verge of superlative.
It even surpasses the black-and-white prayers that followed. And to try to take him on alone?
“Inoom!”
Then, with a thunderous cry, a black lightning bird of the Black Martial Spirit appeared in the air.
Then, with a violet glow wrapped around her body, Hyuk So-jin unleashed the black light horse’s first moves one by one.
Bourge.
For a moment, the group shuddered.
It’s an unbelievable sight.
He was a supreme master who could compete with the Black Swordsman alone?
-Win!
If Hyuk So-jin is showing such great inaction, then Bu Eun-sul must be reaching a certain level of inaction.
The thought spurred them on, and their frozen bodies slowly began to stir.
“Ha!”
The first to strike was Huang Bo Tianqing.
He twisted his fist and stretched it forward, and power poured from the heavens into the white martial artist’s face.
“He’s being cute as can be.”
After lightly dodging, Bai Mu Shang curled his lips with his red tongue and looked at Brother Huang Bo.
“I’m going to kill you for being extra cute.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
Enraged, Brother Huang Bo struck again, this time at the same time.
Then a great power rained down, like a giant mountain falling from the sky.
The Three Kings of the Three Kingdoms of Huang Bo Sega, which shakes the heavens and earth.
“We’ll help!”
At the sight of this, the courageous Hundredfold Courageous, Jie Galsuun, and Mo Yongjing drew their incarnation swords and swords of protection, respectively.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Even as the four of them unleashed a barrage of combined attacks, Bai Xiaochun leisurely laughed and spun around.
Then white shadows spread out in all directions, blinding them.
One of Baekmu-san’s specialties, the Hundred Dance Magic Dance, was on display.
Chirarararak.
With the sound of fluttering paper, the shadows of the white figure grew into dozens.
The lengthening shadows enveloped the four charging figures.
“Profit.”
Brother Huang Bo unleashed the Three Heavenly Kings one after another, but they couldn’t even reach the hem of Bai Mu’s robe, which had grown to dozens.
“The author is a ghost!”
At Huang Bo Tianqing’s shout, Qi Gulian’s eyes flashed and he shouted.
“It’s not a ghost, but a retrograde defense, leaving a lingering afterimage, and practicing the art of phantasmagoria!”
He is a direct descendant of Jegalga, and is not only skilled in the defense, but also in the art of progression.
He realized that the afterimages of Baekmu-mahee were the secret to his progress.
“If we attack from the east, west, north, south, and other directions at the same time, the illusion will disappear!”
Upon hearing this, Mo Yongjing and the Huang Bo brothers immediately drew their swords and fists in defense.
Then the dizzying shadows of the White Cloud slowed down, and one by one, the afterimages faded away.
“Now!
Finally realizing the loophole in Bai Mu Shang’s plan, Qi Jiaxuan unleashed the Incarnation Zen Technique with all his might.
Yikes!
With a sharp sound that cut through the air, the grassy water from below the windswept past Bai Xiaochun’s face like a rustle of leaves.
Drip.
A reddish trickle of blood ran down his white, powdered cheeks.
“You little bastards.”
An eerie gleam poured from his eyes as he stared at the trickle of blood running down his cheek.
“You’ve got a lot going for you, squires of the Eight Great Houses.”
Red blood began to well up in his vacant eyes.
At the same time, white smoke billowed from his entire body.
The Jinshin Sect of the Baekmu Sang that once terrorized the Murim.
It was a white smoke wave, a poisonous wave that melted the skin at the slightest touch.
“I will make you neither dead nor alive!”
* * *
“Let’s get started.”
When Bu Eunsul opened her mouth to interrupt, Gongsong Guilin smiled coldly.
“Amazing. At only that age…….”
Click!
Bu Eun-sul had no intention of listening to his chatter.
Immediately, he extended his sword and poured out a stream of sword herbs, and the inky light burst into flames, digging into Gongsong Guilin’s neck.
“Hmm.”
Snorting, Gongsong Guilin immediately unleashed a dizzying array of sword techniques to escape Meng Sword’s attack.
Then Bu Eunseol twisted the hilt of her sword with a flourish.
Voila!
With a sharp rippling sound, the sword moved like a living creature, smooth and fluid, digging into Gongsong Guilin’s neck once more.
It was the first day of the transformation of the Nong Zhao Yun, a ritual of the Immortal Heavenly Stream.
“Ho-ho.”
Realizing that he couldn’t completely avoid the sword that was following him, Gongsong Guilin placed his hands on his waist.
Ching!
With a clear sound, Gongsong Guilin’s hand was suddenly gripped by a piercingly bright, bizarre sword.
His weapon of choice was the manatee sword.
“That must be the manatee.”
Gongson Guilin laughed slyly at Bu Eunseol’s words.
“You know your stuff.”
Originally, the manatee was a knife used to remove the bones and flesh from cattle.
However, the manatee knife in Gongsongguril was made to cut human flesh, not cattle.
That Cipherun Doshin is bathed in the blood of all the people he has murdered in the name of the Council.
“I will painlessly remove your flesh, and you must submit.”
Gongson Guilin’s tongue fluttered as he looked at Bu Eunseol’s face, which had been reversed.
“Because I don’t want to scratch that newborn’s pristine skin!”
Shackle!
Gongson Guilin twirled the manatee sword in his hand, and then unfolded the dao.
Gongson Gu-ryeon’s poetry and martial arts method, the Tugol method, which was created after dissecting countless people, was finally revealed.
Tzitzitzitz.
Bu Eunsun immediately unleashed her extreme speed and circled around Gongsong Guilin.
Boom!
However, Gongson Guryeung, as if to say that he could not allow the evasion of the Buunseol, greatly expanded the taxation scope of the Tugoldo Law.
Chirp!
The broad beam of sharpened light became a rounded point of light, scattering in all directions, erasing the shadows cast by the snow, one by one.
A rounded spot of light radiating from the tip of the manatee’s blade.
It was a sword steel that Gongsong Guilin had naturally created due to his strong air resistance.
“…….”
His eyes narrowed as he stretched out to avoid the dots of light.
So far, he hasn’t infused his weapons with a lot of jin qi to cause sword cavities, except during the battle with Yobulbum.
With the exquisite Infinite Heavenly Flow Formulas and the sharpness of his sword, he can easily defeat countless enemies.
However, Gongsong Guilin not only generously injected Qi into every second, but also poured it out with all his might, as if he had infinite internal strength.
This is a unique tactic that has not been seen in any of Bu Eunseol’s previous opponents.
Pow!
As Bu Eun-sul dodged all of his attacks, Gongsong Guilin changed tactics again.
It’s not targeting the swollen tongue with a gusher, it’s spreading everywhere and blocking the exit.
Wham!
Eventually, Gongsongguril, who had removed the afterimage created by Buunsul, moved in for the kill.
At the same time, a sharp manatee slashed at Buunseol’s head like a splitting firewood.
Shit!
At the sharp attack, Bu Eunseul actually stopped moving and glared at the manatee as it split his head open.
Finally, a cipheran sword is about to split his head open,
Bam!
With a metallic sound, the sword and dao clashed, sending a tremendous wave of energy in all directions.
Bu Eunseol, who had been standing motionless, was struck by the manatee.
Profit.
Gongsong Guilin took five steps backward and let out a cloudy breath.
Even though he was powerful enough to forge a sword steel, he didn’t dare to match Bu Eun-sul’s hollowing power.
“Hmph.”
Pushed backward, Gongsong Guilin took a deep breath and controlled his internal breathing.
Then it was delivered to the armory, where it effortlessly shook off the antipolar oscillator that was digging into the veins of his wrist.
“That’s one hell of a job.”
Gongson Guryeong knew that the water level in the pit was enormous, but he didn’t lose any momentum.
He’s fought a lot of battles in his career, and some of them have been very close.
In his position, the game has never been won or lost on defense.
“Let’s play again!”
Gongson Guilin, who was dizzy with the new technique, began to rapidly unfold the Tugol Dao.
Quack, quack, quack!
The tidal wave of Tugol-do methods was like dozens of seconds in a single, unstoppable flow.
Flash!
At that moment, Muksaber burst into brilliant light, severing the connection and stabbing at lightning speed.
Upon discovering the gap between the two, Bu Eunseol unleashed a meteoric overtaking ritual and stabbed Gongsong Guilin in the neck.
Pow!
But the meteor shower narrowly missed his neck of the woods.
He had seen the movement of Bu Eunseol’s shoulder before the Muk Sword burst into brilliant light, and had predicted the outpouring of the sword.
“You saw the movement and predicted the behavior.
Having read Gongsong Guilin’s trick, Bu Eunsun’s eyes narrowed.
Gongson Gurung, who was always dissecting people.
He has the ability to predict his opponent’s movements based on his muscle movements, just like Bu Eun-sul.
Whirling.
At that moment, an intense storm of Qin Qi swirled out of his left fist, suddenly producing five streaks of thunderbolts.
Kwonmachilshik, Jaycho.
Restraining his movements to a minimum, Bu Eunsul unleashed five powerful streaks of power toward Gongsong Guilin’s flank.
Boom, clatter.
Deciding that there was no escaping his power, Gongong Guilin flung himself to the ground.
“Your martial art is…….”
Gongson Guilin’s expression, which had been so relaxed, gradually hardened.
Bu Eunseol’s martial arts are not of the Zheng family, but of the Mado family.
I realized that this was the highest level of theater.
“You’re not an eight-figure bastard!”
Gongson Guryeung scrambled back to his feet,
Yikes!
Toward the approaching snowfall, I scattered the dirt I had grabbed from the ground.
“Hmph.”
Let the swollen snow poke you in the side, lightly avoiding the dirt,
“Ta-da!”
This time, he suddenly coughed.
A sharp needle was hidden in its saliva, and with a single flash, it dug into the swollen snow.
He was a psychotic killer, unafraid to roll on the floor and use dirty memorization.
Wham!
As Bu Eun-sul lightly dodged the memorization, Gongsong Guilin, who had closed the distance between them, laughed sullenly.
“I don’t care if you’re a Mado or a political party. I’m the one to skin, heh heh.”
“…….”
Bu Eunsul paused in her attack and looked down at Gongsong Hill.
I’ve fought many powerful opponents in my life, but none of them have been able to evade the Wushu Heavenly Layer and the Wushu Seven Formations so easily.
Furthermore, the muscle movements predict the number of seconds in advance, making it tricky to inflict critical damage.
Gongsong Guilin is a new type of powerhouse that Buunsul has never faced before.
‘As expected.
Bu Eun-sul smiled.
Gongsong Guilin may be beneath you in the martial arts, but he’s a cut above you in the way he runs his battles.
In other words, his skill level is on par with the spirit master he fought earlier.
‘I see a wall that needs to be broken through, to get to the other side.
Masters who have been around the block for a long time have their own set of skills and combat maneuvers that can make them unbeatable.
The battle against Gongson Gurung.
By fighting for his life, Bu Eun-sul wants to see where he stands.