Chapter 218

The Eighth Eightfold Formation of the Infinite Heavenly Stream. Celestial Zitan.
Extreme Counterstrike, which unleashes an inescapable barrage of sword herbs upon contact with an enemy’s Conversion Strike.
Kwalung!
At that moment, with the sound of the wulet, a sword that could pierce even a golden bronze man’s heart came out of Guangyan’s two hands.
It was a demonstration of the Banshee in the Shaolin Seventy-Seven Rites.
Finally, the half-athlete reaches the body of the swollen snow,
Ziying.
With a bizarre vibration, the light on Bu Eunseol’s body disappeared, splitting apart the half-sun and digging into Guangyan’s chest.
By spreading the flowing Qin Qi throughout his body, Bu Eunseol grasped the entire trajectory of Ban Shuo. He had finally used his Heavenly Zi Tan.
Chaaaahhh!
But then something unexpected happened.
The number of Kwangyeon’s superwaters that had been pouring out anti-sunlight changed at the same time, and a majestic power poured out onto Bu Eunseol’s front chest.
“No?
This time, Buunsul was really surprised.
A festival of conversion to defeat the Girl King, only to have it ruined by a lightning strike?
The surprise was fleeting.
Those who have reached the Gongshimseong presidency can use it for many times longer than normal people.
Boom!
At that moment, a force powerful enough to split a mountain surged through Bu Eunseol’s front chest.
Wham!
As he dodged with all his might, the power poured into the giant tree behind him.
Pushes.
The giant tree crumbled to dust and scattered in all directions.
Arahanism.
A long-lost Shaolin kung fu masterpiece has been recreated in Guang Yan’s hands.
“We’ve changed the herbivore midstream.
Gwang-yeon realized that Bu Eun-sul’s momentum was too strong and immediately converted Ban to the Arahan priesthood.
Use long points to make up for shortcomings.
This is a variation of the mid to half-player’s diet used by the master of openness, Seong-ryun.
Saaaaah.
Kwang Yeon’s offense wasn’t over.
Before you know it, a ghostly power has taken hold of Buunsul’s body once again.
The power that passed through his body was as smooth as a gentle breeze, but it was enough to shatter the bones of his entire body if he was hit.
“Amitabha.”
Kwangyeon cried out as Buunseol frantically dodged out of the way.
“I can see the end of the fight now.”
A triumphant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
He saw the momentum rising in Bu Eunseol’s body and predicted a terrifying counterattack.
So he immediately changed his mind and poured out the Arahantship, the supreme Buddhist discipline.
Kwarrung!
The power strikes the rock again, turning it to powder and scattering it in the wind.
The goal of the Martial Arts is to extremely suppress killing intent and render the enemy unable to fight back.
However, the power of the Arahantine priesthood was so great that a blow to the head could be enough to cut off one’s breath.
Tuung.
As the offense continued, Buunseol’s new model sank to the bottom and bounced up like a spring.
It crouched, then soared into the air, scattering dozens of shadows in an instant, scattering and gathering.
They are fleeing the power of the Arahantocracy, which they cannot see or feel.
“And the beast?”
Kwangyeon gasped again.
Beasts.
How did a technique that requires you to risk your life to learn become the basic martial art of Nanyagak?
This is because the martial nature of Nangyagak, which requires the development of the martial arts through realization in practice, is meaningless if one dies.
Bu Eun-sul is using the Nangyagak technique of persistence in any fight, and she is using it liberally.
Yikes!
At that moment, the outpouring of power completely blocked her path.
This marvelous Buddhist technique even has the ability to sustain the power of the Command Gate’s command wall for a long time.
“This is the last one!”
Gwangyeon stacked dozens of powers and unleashed them on Bu Eunseol’s head.
You’re not trying to find a loophole and hit them directly in the body, you’re trying to hit them with a huge force and render them incapacitated.
‘Dozens of powers in one…….’
Bu Eun-sul’s eyes lit up at the sight of Kwang-yeon’s superimposed Arahan priesthood.
Herbivory is all about connecting behaviors and bringing them together.
Whether it changes halfway through, or goes on and on with a thousand branches, there is one thing that eventually reaches the body.
“I see.
In a moment of desperation, a faint glow poured out from Bu Eun-sul’s entire body as she realized what had happened.
At the same time, the heavy sword in his hand emitted a beam of light.
Chaaaaaah!
Points of black light poured from the hilt, enveloping the Arahantship as it fell overhead.
At the same time, a curious thing happened.
Isn’t it possible that the Arahan priesthood that was given to Bu Eunseol is suddenly being returned to Gwangyeon himself?
“How.”
Kwang Yeon couldn’t believe it.
Isn’t this like throwing a rock at a bird in flight, only to have it come back and hit you in the face?
“Ugh.”
Surprised, Gwangyeon unleashed his half-athlete, half-fielding ability, deflecting the returning Arahan Divine Power at an angle.
KURRRRR! Kurrrrrr!
With a loud thud, Gwangyeon’s body was jerked backward, and his sleeves turned to dust.
Flash!
In the meantime, Bu Eunseol’s inkblade, not missing an opportunity, dug into Gwangyeon’s side.
“Ha!”
Unable to dodge the heavy sword, Guang Yan summoned his Qi and raised his Gold Immortal Body Divine Skill.
Bam!
Slashed in the side by a heavy sword, Kwang Yeon slammed into the rocks a dozen sheets away and fell to the ground with a thud.
“Yuck.”
He dropped to one knee, coughing up blood.
While he had been able to prevent his body from being sliced in half by the Diamond Immortal Body Divine Gong, he had been unable to stop the powerful weightlifting force contained within the Muksaber.
“How is this…….”
Shit!
No surprise there.
Once again, Bu Eun-sul drew her sword and cut his throat.
“Ugh.”
Startled, Kwang Yeon quickly threw his body backward to dodge the sword.
Kwang Yeon, the first Shaolin master, saved his life by using the Nara Tagon.
But Bu Eun-sul’s super speed was faster.
Ironclad.
Kwang-yeon bounced on the floor like a freshly caught carp, and before he knew it, Muk-saber was at his throat.
Jurrrrrr.
When the blade touched his neck, the skin split open and red gore oozed out.
“I never thought I’d see a muhak reinstate the headquarters’ first degree…….”
He stared at the dripping blood and shook his head in disbelief.
“You lost.”
Kwang-yeon had originally predicted a clean sweep. But in the end, Bu Eun-sul won.
“Your abilities are indeed boundless, for in a moment of desperation you have created a new martial art.”
Kwang-yeon’s eyes were wide with admiration.
Even in desperate circumstances, Bu Eun-sul refused to give up, and in the middle of the battle, he transformed his martial arts to win.
This is an unexpected and unexpected growth of not only the kite, but also the fluffy snow.
“The limits of the unspoken.”
Buunsul said in a low voice.
“If you’d tried to kill me with that right, you wouldn’t have lost so badly.”
What if Kwang Yeon had a poisonous mind and tried to smash the Arahan Priesthood into Bu Eun Seol’s body?
They shouldn’t have lost so easily.
However, Gwang-yeon was merely trying to subdue Bu-eun-sul by overlapping power.
“Our martial arts are not inherently meant to kill enemies, but to refine our bodies and minds, and to hone our lawlessness even further.”
Gwangyeon laughed in the face of death.
“How can a disciple of the Buddha be so concerned with winning and losing that he sows his own weeds?”
“I see.”
Bu Eun-sul looked down at Guang-yeon with cold eyes.
This fight would not be a contest of martial arts. If Bu Eun-sul had lost, Guang-yeon would not have hesitated to end his reign.
But Bu Eun-sul has triumphed, and now he seeks to bring death upon him.
“Amitabha.”
Gwangyeon closed his eyes in a hooded manner. He wants to face death without fear.
Finally, without hesitation, Bu Eunseol’s heavy sword is about to pierce his throat,
Kaaaaaah!
With a sound like the rushing of a waterfall, a mountain of tension poured down on Bueunsul.
The hand shadows were thirty-two in all, sharp enough to pierce iron.
If Bu Eun-sul doesn’t move away immediately, the shadow of that hand will pierce her entire body.
Tzitzitzitz.
But then something unexpected happened.
His body blurred, and a rush of tension began to surge through him.
He was able to change direction ninety-nine times in thin air.
Green.
Eighteen monks in red robes descended from thin air, their robes flapping in the wind.
“Amitabha.”
The monk at the head of the line looked at Buuntseol and sighed.
“Not only is your martial art amazing, but your divine law is amazing.”
Eighteen hands shoot out tension, and yet Bu Eunseol still holds the sword at Guangyan’s throat.
The monk shook his head as he let out another long sigh.
“How is it that such excellent equipment has gone to Mado…….”
“Who are you?”
Then the monk looked Bu Eun-sul straight in the eye and said in a solemn voice, “I’m sorry.
“The bodhisattva is the eighteen-hundred and ninety-fourth monk, Gongming.”
Shaolin’s win for handling the big boys.
Eighteen ninety-four suddenly appeared in front of Buunseol.
“I wonder if that’s true.”
Their arrival allowed Bu Eun-sul to recognize something new.
In the opening, we prepared a fatty called Lignite, and just in case that didn’t work, we prepared another fatty called Eighteenahan.
“I don’t know when Shaolin became a minion of openness.”
Despite Bu Eunseol’s sour sneer, Gong Eun said dully.
“Don’t get me wrong. The orders from headquarters were not to kill you, but to secretly protect the mighty ore.”
“Shaolin is very merciful.”
Bu Eun-sul laughed coldly.
“The famous Eighteen Nine Horsemen, to protect a mere monk from the mighty tiger…….”
“That’s our business. It’s no one else’s business.”
Resonance looked at the snow with solemn eyes.
“Let go of the ore. If you do, I will not pursue you any further.”
“Chastisement.”
Bu Eun-sul laughed at the absurdity of it all.
“Funny you should say that. What have I done to the Shaolin?”
“The man you’re pointing the weapon at is my apprentice.”
“Are you saying that a Shaolin disciple can’t be touched by just anyone, but a Daoist disciple can?”
“You’ve already won or lost, that’s enough.”
“I don’t care about winning or losing.”
A gleam flickered in her eyes.
“He tried to abolish my martial arts.”
“So you’re saying you’re going to take his life?”
“If you’re going to make someone a wreck, shouldn’t you be prepared to do it yourself?”
Then Gwangyeon, who had been sitting silently on his knees, spoke up.
“Lord Bush is right, I tried to abolish his dynasty, so I have nothing to say to…… even if he kills me.”
“Lightning. You shall not go.”
Gong Yin reprimanded Kwang Yeon with a stern glare, then turned to Bu Eun Seol.
“Are you saying you’re going to kill me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re colored to the marrow.”
And Zheng Kwang said with a glint in his eye.
“It’s your choice, so please don’t resent the empty seat.”
Woof.
At that moment, Buunsul’s vision blurred.
A majestic aura poured out from the body of the eighteen-year-old who had surrounded him, enveloping his body in a single bound.
-Whenever you encounter an eighty-nine year old man in a stronghold, be sure to keep a dozen cards away from him.
Suddenly, Bu Eun-sul’s mind flashed back to the story of Yin Monstrous Magus, who had told her about his time in the martial arts when he was in Downgrade City.
-Martial artists are afraid of their Eighteen Nine Hanjin, but they have a trick up their sleeve that is truly terrifying.
-What’s that?
-That’s a trick called goshimjong.
At that time, when Bu Eunsul shook her head and stared at him, Yin Gongmagyum said with a more serious expression.
-It’s a Shaolin technique that unleashes a powerful internal force at once to rupture a vein. You can’t even feel it unfold, and once it’s trapped, it can never escape until the vein is ruptured.
‘This is the Gosimjong.
His vision was gradually blackened by the onslaught of aerodynamic forces.
It’s a trick that even a single Shaolin master would be hard-pressed to stop, but with eighteen Shaolin-selected martial artists unleashing their inner strength at the same time……
It’s hard to get away from it, even if you’re a Daelashin.
Ududuk.
A tremendous pressure surged through her, and a bone crackling sound rang out from her body.
Even if you have over four quadrants of air resistance, it would be impossible for you to stop the simultaneous blasts of air from the eighteen nahans.
Tweet.
Suddenly, a thick line of blood spurted out from her face.
If this continues, his veins will eventually be shattered by the tricks of the Goshim Sect.
-but it’s not an impossible trick to get away with.
Bu Eunseol’s ears were filled with memories of Dowonhyang again, and she could hear the voice of Yin Gongmagyum.
-What does that mean?
-Are the elders not alive?
-How did you know I got out of the Gosimjong trap? I never told anyone.
-She had a glint of pride in her eye when she talked about her tricks.
-Hahaha, you’re really quick on the uptake. Actually, that’s a trick…….
Whirling.
Just then, a light breeze blew in, and millions of light spots began to float up from beneath the snow.
At the same time, his eyes were both blood-red and golden.
Profit.
Then a curious thing happened.
Eighteen-year-old Eighteenahan’s body began to slide backward as he poured out his agony.