Chapter 171

After saying that, Bupyeong let out a whistling sound. Not long afterward, a bird of prey flew in from the distance, carrying the seal in his hand.
An Baek nods, and Najimak opens his mouth.
“The Black Tiger must have delivered it to Mr. Jegal, so that when the Friends of the North Sea come, they will move for the wall guns, and the guides will become beggars in the open.”
“Then.”
At An Baek’s words, Fang Gak shrugged his shoulders and gazed at a place, the former home of the Red Turbans, which had already been razed to the ground.
“Let’s move in as the strongest strike force of the Martial Clan.”
“Of course.”
The role of a strike team is to quickly defeat an opponent. Goro,
“Catch Zhu Taihua.”
To strike the opponent before he can harm us.
That was the first task of the Iron Bloods.
* * *
“Made by the finest craftsmen in the North Sea. It will last a hundred years in the North Sea, but not fifty in a place like this, where the seasons change so rapidly.”
“When you need help, carve your mark into the carving. Your mark.”
Han Tae-moon, Ice Emperor of the Beihai Ice Palace.
The benefactor of the Beihai, the next master of the Southern Palace.
A young man whose talent now encompasses the entire Middle Kingdom.
In the engraving that Han Taemun gave him, and that he himself engraved, you can see the marks of Bupyeong.
A clear call for help.
A call from a friend, a pleading touch.
It was enough. The North Sea had reason to move.
“The time has come.”
The time has come to stir up the northern winds and snow. To save Zhongyuan in crisis, to lend aid to a friend.
Han Taiwen and three hundred Bing Tian swordsmen.
The Great Emperor of Bing Tian, who will never be inferior to Wu Nai, and the three hundred stronger Bing Tian Swordsmen, will wade through the cold, chilly air and cool the heated Zhongyuan.
Demon Slaying.
Friendship.
The Beihai Scramble.
With the arrival of the North Sea, the Great War in Zhongyuan entered a new front.
* * *
There was no compatibility between the political factions.
The martial arts of the schools follow the principles of righteousness and conciliation, and require steady persistence and physical strength to cultivate according to the rules and surpass a certain level.
In addition, the prestigious schools have a long history of advanced training methods and secret seasons to help them grow without falling into the trap of running fire.
With the goal of attaining such profound cultivation and attaining absolute enlightenment, they divide themselves into Buddhist and Taoist followers according to their own reasoning, and follow their own families.
On the contrary,
The Wu of the Four Schools pursues practicality and follows the path of practicality without pretense. Although it is not as organized as the Zheng school, it has grown at a much faster pace. The Pure School’s cultivation level is called the Taoist level, and the Fourth School’s cultivation level is called the Extreme Demon level, so when they surpass it, they overcome all the shortcomings of the Fourth School.
And one of them is the master of the Black River Gate, a carpenter who was once widely infamous.
He said.
“Hehe, hehe.”
The Netherblooded Carpenter’s breathing was ragged.
The two of them were incompatible,
There was only one martial artist in the Heartless Powerhouse who was stronger than Sapa.
“Namuamitabha!”
The fire energy was directed at the carpenter, who was trapped in the eighteen ninety-one, sixteen hundred person camp. The nether-blooded carpenter was being trapped, and the energy was repeatedly cut off from the carpenter’s wires.
As a result, every time he needed to strike a blow, he missed the right time.
His hands and feet become dizzy, and he feels frustrated whenever he fails to execute an attack properly.
Nevertheless.
“……Guanyuan Huang Tianbloodsu.”
The strength of Netherblood Su’s hands caused the Nahans performing the Eighteen Nahan Jins to vomit blood.
Offsetting,
and again and again.
How powerful is a single move, a single move, performed by a netherworldly blood beast.
The Eighteen Nine Hundred Devils were pale and had to recite the incantation several times. With the absence of Gakshan and Gakmun, he was the only one who had the experience to lead the Eighteen Nine Hundred.
As for the Eighteen Nine Hands.
A body forged with an exterior forged to the extreme, to disperse the opponent’s attacks, to add and add and add, to burden the opponent with what it has, to crush them with a force they dare not push back.
Beichong Shaolin.
With a mountain like the Nine Mountains entangled in the Eighteen Nine Han Jins and exerting such pressure on the opponent, it was essential to subdue them without them being able to exert any real force.
But.
“……The damage is too great.”
Of the sixteen Nahans who were missing Gakshan and Gakwen, six had already vomited blood and were dying. This was the limit to the power of the Nether Blood Beast, no matter how much they offset and dispersed it, they could not break through the attack.
Each of them had to gag and swallow the bloody stench that filled their throats. At that moment, his eyes caught sight of Hua Yujin, who had unleashed the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword and oxidized everything in his body.
The young Hua Ji Su, who had been looking forward to the next generation of the Volcano Sect along with the Volcano Divine Dragon as the master disciple of the Volcano Sect, was dying before his eyes.
The human body.
A fleeting thing like me.
To burn with one’s soul against evil.
“I, the sixteenth disciple of the Volcano Sect, will show you the essence of the Great Mountain. It will oxidize and crumble, but the spirit of the volcano will remain here forever. ”
It wasn’t just the members of the Volcano Sect who were awakened by Hua Yujin’s sacrifice.
Each of the eighteen Shaolin masters was rumored to be one of them,
the youngest of the eighteen, but whose talents were beyond compare, and who was being heralded as the one who would lead the next eighteen, was enlightened.
“Namuamitabha.”
And in the distance, he could see the Heavenly Lord of the Four Heavenly Realms, Galpyeong, and the divine monk Hye-yeon, facing an increasingly fierce sword battle.
The golden pillar of light that he unfurled from time to time was fading, indicating that he too was exhausted.
Boom!
Each of them clasped their palms together, then looked at the Nether Blood Water in front of them and spoke.
“Dao Shizhu.”
“…….”
“We, who are not even close to the Three Realms, can’t help but be enlightened by seeing you, Hua Shizhu, and realize why we are so resentful, slanderous, accusatory, and bitter. And how that realization ripples deep into my heart, and I realize how much I care about the city.”
“What are you talking about, I’ll crush your head first.”
A whirlwind of blood rushes past each of their noses in a flash. As if to pierce their eyebrows, the fingertips of their hands transformed into awls, looking like bloody spikes.
“Go!”
Shi Jiahu burst out. The long cannon in his hands shot out, a golden radiance bursting from his eyes, and all the energy of the eighteen ninths concentrated into his right arm.
Like a lotus flower calmly resting on a river.
His right fist resting on his crimson blood-colored fingertips.
The Earth Jade.
Two auras that met in the middle of nowhere,
one reducing everything to a handful of blood.
The other could be said to shatter everything.
“Kuluk! Kuluk!”
“Crackle.”
Ten Nahans, one after the other, fainted. Feeling exhausted from all the energy they had used up, they fainted on the spot, looking confused.
Only two remained standing.
“……Why.”
“What are you afraid of?”
The eyes, nose, mouth, and ears of the netherworld bloodsucker.
Black blood oozed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, indicating that no matter how powerful an adept he might be, he had not risen above the category of flesh-and-blood human beings, and death was imminent.
The monk who answered the last question, each of them chanted a mantra.
“Namuamita Buddha.”
“Go, Ambassador Gakbang!”
The expression of one of the Plum Blossom Swordsmen, who had been rushing to the clash with the Nether Blood Beast, changed drastically.
“……Go, Ambassador!”
“Shi Zhu. May I offer my last condolences to the Hua City Lord?”
Despite the Plum Blossom Swordsman’s reverence, everyone walked slowly. At the end of the long walk, they came to the body of Hua Yujin, who was no longer human.
“I’ve learned in the Grasping Sutra that life span, body temperature, and consciousness cease to exist as soon as the physical body ceases to exist. Yet here was a man who gave me the last of his enlightenment. How can I express my gratitude to Master Hua?”
“Dai, Dai, stop talking and take care of yourself. If you take care of yourself now,…….”
At Plum Blossom Swordsman’s words, each of the dukes shook their heads.
“I have already prepared to say goodbye to the world, for the soul of Lord Hua is here, and my soul is here. Death is not annihilation, but rather a release from the myriad delusions and a new birth.”
Each of them spoke of what they had realized, and they expressed their gratitude to the still-fighting monk Hye-yeon, their respect for the volcano’s long-lived master Yushin, and their hope that the rest of them would work together.
Thus did the little giant of eighteen or twenty-four years of age die, together with the great disciple of Hua Shan, Hua Yeojin.
* * *
Churrrrrrr!
Blood dripped from the tip of Galpyeong’s sword, a thick blood incense.
“The Shaolin master feared that the blood was green, but it was human.”
“…….”
Xinxiang Hye-yeon merely slapped her golden palm against Galpyeong’s blade.
“So it’s a no-questions-asked martial art, then.”
Galpyeong’s gaze took in the scene around him. It’s bloody.
Shaolin monks,
Volcano swordsmen.
Everything is on fire as the two factions seek to fill the void left by the absent Zongnan.
The battles between the commoners were based on killing and killing and killing, but the outcome of the battles between the absolute masters had much to do with the outcome of their battles.
Even as they slashed at each other, their eyes were always focused on this place.
“The losses are too great. If I had known this would happen, I would have defended our home base.”
“……It’s a bloody life.”
Galpyeong snorted and laughed at Hye-yeon’s words.
“You’re like the head of the Shaolin Temple, and that’s not what I came here for.”
“How many more murders must you commit?”
“Look here, monk.”
Galpyeong sheathed his sword.
“If you have a point, if you want to convince me, let’s talk.”
Kaaaaang!
An ear-piercing noise echoed in all directions. A single, diagonal slash.
A single, diagonal slash, with Hye-yeon’s new sword fading into an afterimage. Hundreds of bamboo trees in the forest are cut down in one swift motion, dripping and falling.
With each flicker of the sword light, the swift sword force sliced through everything it touched.
It was creating a rainbow of colors on Hui Yan’s body, which had reached the Golden Immortality.