Chapter 145 Face-to-face

I’m reminded that fate and destiny are strange things.
This is something he’s been especially conscious of since his life as a martial artist ended and he was resurrected in the body of a vegetable, Iron Ripple.
It’s like an invisible string appears, one by one, connecting the past to the present.
The powerhouse of the Sae-u-Mado martial arts clan, seen again after a long absence of more than thirty years.
Chu Liu Heng already knows that his identity is that of a demon lord, and that the two-character name Feng Po is not original.
Also.
The Sikma Swordsman, a recruit of Aguido.
It is the antithesis of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Beasts, one of the Four Great Demonic Beasts of the Xue Clan.
“His face doesn’t look much different from the last time I saw him.
I could see the outline of the forehead clearly from some distance away, but the lighting in the room was good.
That’s right, that’s it.
If so, there are two possible explanations for the lack of significant change in appearance.
Either it’s a form of reverse dragonology, the ancient art of changing faces, or he’s had an ascension realization and reverted back to his fifty-something self.
Dazer Magick can be learned as an attribute.
As a result, he was able to attain the highest level of cultivation at a fairly early age compared to his counterparts in the powerful Sect of Murim.
It was hard to resist the temptation of flavoring it to make it stronger.
However.
The older the martial artist got, the worse the side effects became, and most of them didn’t end well.
They can grow rapidly and become powerful in a short period of time, but the trade-off is that their bodies break down faster in old age.
It’s safe to say that Mother Nature has a plan.
The so-called top masters are those who maintain normal physical condition in their old bodies.
Only those who have been called nothing, material, or inheritance since childhood enjoy such benefits.
Yes, there’s one of them over there.
I was almost certain it was ironclad.
Given his high level of martial arts prowess in the past, it’s almost certainly the latter possibility.
It was fun.
Ye Yunlang’s mention of the Nangin Swordsman Feng Po was indeed the fierce lord of the Gu Ma Meng who possessed the Six Demon Sword…….
One question sticks in my mind.
It was exactly twenty-one years ago that the Kumameng fought a great bloodbath with the Longmu Clan, and was completely destroyed by the Yang Family.
-Who did you study with?
-You’ve heard of the Red Dragon Sword Order, and you were one of its leaders.
-If you were a student of the Red Dragon Swordmaster, were you told what happened?
-There’s no spoiler, it’s just the way the world knows it…… The only thing they didn’t know was the Master’s dramatic survival.
-How did your master survive?
-Syl was said to have suffered internal injuries at the powerful hands of the Kumamangist during the marriage ceremony, and to have woken up long afterwards, amidst a horrific pile of bloody bodies…….
-Were there any other survivors?
-Yes, I heard that both factions were wiped out.
Ye Yunlang said that there were no survivors except for my master, the Red Dragon Sword Captain Hongxiao.
I asked if there was a secret history behind it because it happened when I was trapped in the Samsunsan cave, but that was all I got.
It’s unlikely that Hongxiao would have told a lie, and there must be some secret history that the world doesn’t know about.
To be honest, I didn’t really care about the courtesy incident and didn’t ask many questions at the time, but now that it’s happened, my questions and doubts have been amplified.
“You can ask me about that later.
Fixing his gaze on the Black Forest Hall, Chuliu Heng continued to observe the events unfolding.
The intimidating, intangible prayers of the gray miasma-encrusted raptors were a thing of terror.
Ho-hum.
Hoo-dah!
To the right of the frontal space, away from where Rong Po was standing, a Black Forest member ran over the fence, throwing down his sword in an attempt to escape.
The survival instinct that kicks in naturally in the face of imminent danger.
But.
Flick.
As soon as the fleeing Tang Xuan’s superior force moved lightly, the fleeing Tang Xuan was quickly drawn to the spot.
Dumb-!
“Boom!”
The party member by the throat swallowed a ragged breath with a pained expression.
The trick of the deliberate empty-headed.
Upon seeing this, the Fallen Sword King Geum Deokki was once again stunned.
To be able to wield the energy of the Void Elemental so skillfully proved that Ilshin’s power was on par with that of the strongest in the region.
“Do you want to live?”
Grabbed by the throat by Meng Po’s inquisitive question, Tang Yuan’s parched lips twitched.
“Hmph…… yes, yes…… please…… please…….”
But the grim-faced bully showed no mercy.
Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo…….
“Off!”
A party member screamed, his hands and feet mangled and twisted by the powerful intangibles.
Ironclad!
Feng Po threw Tang Yuan to the ground as if he were discarding an object and quickly slashed his saber downward, aiming for his thigh.
Poof!
An eerie sound that pierces the flesh.
At the same time, an aura in the shape of a monkfish washed over Tang Yuan, and Tang Yuan’s body rotted black and white around the stab wound, playing a crackling sound.
“Ack…… ack, ack, ack……!”
Writhing in excruciating pain, he spewed blood from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, and was soon reduced to a skeleton.
A place of silence.
The Black Foresters have lost the war, as have you and me.
Papa, papa, papa, papa-!
There are many fugitives.
A couple dozen of us scramble to the back of the pack.
However, Ryeungpo pulled them all in with his venomous grip and flattened them on the ground in front of me.
“Ouch!”
“Ugh……!”
Two dozen party members groaned and even shed tears as they were crushed by the heavy force.
I want to live.
The longing in the wavering eyes.
At that moment, an indescribably huge energy exploded from the new Rising Sun.
Kooooooooooo, kooooooooo- kooooooooo- kooooooooo-!
Will the sky and earth fall.
The pressure, like thousands of giant rocks falling, crushed the entire haze.
“Boom!”
“Huh!”
“Off……!”
Unable to withstand the pressure on their shoulders, the Black Foresters dropped to the ground in unison, their bodies shaking.
It’s hard to even breathe.
It’s as if a celestial behemoth has sucked all the air out of this haze.
Overwhelming, phenomenal tolerance levels.
Geum and the others realized this over and over again.
That their brawn is nothing in the face of the transcendent power of the mighty.
It’s impossible to win a group fight unless you’re a top-notch martial artist from one of the most prestigious schools in the country.
The Black Forest Party’s unorganized power was virtually useless, as they didn’t even have a proper passing team, let alone a strong one-on-one.
“I want to live…… as did the mother and daughter who died at your hands today.”
Ning Po’s voice emanated a powerful intangible energy, and his eyes grew even more murderous as he spoke.
“I’ve heard many rumors. Recently, I heard that they locked up a couple of girls in a room and ravished them for days on end. Over two hundred of these filthy people, each with their own disgusting desires…….”
The saber in his left hand angled downward as he continued in his heavy voice.
“It was a rumor without proof, but by your behavior, it must be true. I ask you, do you admit it? This is your last chance.”
Without further ado, Geum Deok-ki spoke up.
“ Yes , yes ! That’s right ! Ugh … … entire all I admit it ! Just life Save me If you give me , I directly Testify … … The coffin Punishment To receive I will do it !”
When he was told it was his last chance, he was hopeful.
“No.”
Rong Po shook his head, then looked at the face of Geum Deokki, who was on his knees, crushed by the intangible ji.
“I told you before, this body will pay for your sins.”
-I have no reason to keep you alive.
Recalling those words, Geum Deokki’s face stiffened, and the Sikma Sword trembled.
-Let’s eat…… Let’s eat them all! Kkkkkk…… Kkkkkk…….
The pale-faced Black Foresters heard that sound again, sending chills down their spines.
It was a hallucination that resembled a demonic aura, created by the power of fear.
In other words, to be heard only by the two ears of the target to be killed…….
“I meant what I just said as a last chance to tell the truth before I go to hell.”
Feng Po stood upright, his left-handed saber held straight above his head, unable to finish his sentence.
Immediately after.
Thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…… thud, thud…….
An atmosphere that vibrates and weeps ferociously and a ground that cracks dizzyingly.
As the pressure on their bodies became more intense, all of the kneeling Party members began to gurgle and gush blood from their eyes, noses, and mouths.
A sharp sneer tugged at the corners of Rong Po’s mouth.
“When you get to the other side, you’ll find your master. I have already sent you there.”
Geum Deok-ki was in pain, but when he heard those words, he finally understood why the Wan Yak Sword Chu Chung had suddenly disappeared.
You’ve stirred a sleeping dragon.
No.
You’ve offended a cruel fiend that we can never hope to defeat.
Inscrutable.
If you’ve mastered the art of martial arts, you must be deeply devoted to it, but how can you act like a martial artist who embodies justice?
However…… that was the end of the questionable time.
“Go.”
With a shrill voice, Feng Po slammed his ashen, magick-soaked saber into the ground. to the ground.
Shushu shu shu shu ― Shushu shu shu shu – !
Countless monkfish figures poured out like a procession of great armies, sweeping away the two hundred or so Black Forest Party members in front of them.
It was a truly frightening sight.
Stimulating emotions beyond simple fear.
Square, square, square, square, square…….
The eerie sound of decomposing flesh.
“Ouch, ouch!”
“nod……!”
“No! Please…… help……!”
“Crack!”
The wide-open stage was quickly filled with screams of Chapter.
The Black Forest Party, which has been practicing evil under dark skies, has been brutally executed and is fading into the background of history.
The moans and screams that echoed through the room for hours on end gradually faded, then stopped.
Standing alone in the skeleton-covered space, Ning Po silently moved his hand to sheathe his Sixth Sword.
ironcuck-.
A blank stare.
He had killed them all, inflicting the most horrific pain that gnawed at their flesh, but somehow felt it was not enough to appease the souls of Zhang Min and Hong Cheng, whose lives had been cut short.
“Whoa.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, Ning Po soon raised his head to stare at the moon that lit up the night sky, and was suddenly startled.
‘……!’
You’ve just realized that someone is nearby.
Oh no, the mystery man is lurking not far away and we’re just now sensing his presence…….
Quickly, I cast my gaze over the side fence to an old tree standing tall.
papot- -P
Stepping on a branch, In-young leaped and landed on the stage, which had been transformed into an inferno.
The rise of the Iron Curtain.
About a dozen paces away, he leisurely backpedaled.
“That was neat.”
Emotionless voices, expressionless faces, and dull eyes.
The belligerence was questionable.
I wonder if it’s a person.
I’m new to this.
The one person in the world who seems so nonchalant about everything.
It’s like I feel like everything in the world is insignificant and a nuisance.
Then Chuliu Hsin said with a haughty gesture.
“You’re an old man, living in a place like this, acting as a pupil, I want to know your story. Tell it to me.”
“…….”
Rong Po’s jet-black pupils swung wildly, like a ship in a great gale.
I wonder who that crazy young man with no hair is…….
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 146 (146 of 552)