Chapter 249 Unquestionable Majesty

Ten steps away.
Standing there, Xu Wenyue pointed the tip of my Triple Wind Sword, the Feng Qi Sword, in front of me.
It’s a posture of hostility.
Our relationship is over…….
The light of Salsim shone brightly in Yin Sang-ah’s beautiful eyes.
There’s a phrase that just popped into my head.
-Give your body, but don’t give your heart. Preface Confucius, for you never know what the future holds.
Advice from Yomonji, your immediate sibling, Yin Paralysis.
Maybe it was prophetic.
Yeah, that’s kind of what happened.
Suddenly.
Papat!
A swordsman quickly charged forward.
Ending black tax.
It’s an ambush from behind.
Cagagang-!
He turned around and yanked on the chain to stop her.
chirpy-chirpy
The friction sound is frighteningly loud, and his right foot soars.
Puck!
A hard kick to the lower jaw sent the swordsman stumbling backward.
Concurrently.
Shuhaaaat – Thud !
The chainmail, engulfed in black air currents, girdled his waist.
Fluff.
A fountain of gory blood soaks the ground in red.
The mystery of the swordsman who died with his upper and lower body separated was a mystery.
Then.
Wedge!
There was a piercing sound that cut through the air.
The wrathful sword of the West Moonwall, which had somehow gotten to the rear.
He spins around again and pulls the chain from side to side, letting go of his grip.
Tsk, tsk, tsk……!
The black and white blurred together, spreading like a giant ripple.
From then on, their swords and chains danced in a blaze of chilly light.
Chop, chop, chop- bang, pow, pow, crackle-!
Turning the tide of a fierce battle.
It was over a dozen sums in no time.
Seo Moon Wol was a military genius, a genius of the Injungjirong.
One.
Yeom Sang-ah’s talent was no less impressive.
No, maybe the pure void level is higher.
As if to teach him a lesson, at the twenty-something mark, Seo Moon-wol faltered and fell back.
‘This power……!
Surprised, Seo Moonwol cast Herbivore, a massive maneuver that tipped the balance of power in his favor.
Then.
tsk-tsk
The chains quickly wrapped around Xu Wenyue’s Feng Jade Sword.
Kicking!
This is an octopus that shows off its exquisite dexterity.
giggle- giggle- giggle-
There was a series of unpleasant friction sounds.
A tug of war between blades and chains.
Phew!
Yin Sang-ah unleashed an even more powerful attack, causing Seo Moonwol’s new model to retreat to Oryukbo.
“Hmm. Weaker than expected. No, is it weaker?”
In response to Yeom Sang-ah’s sneer, Seo Moon-wol replied in a heavy voice.
“I admit it, you’ve been hiding your power.”
“You honestly guessed it. Let me ask you, what is the price of betrayal?”
“None.”
“What? That’s ridiculous.”
“Don’t you know why I’m weak?”
“No way…….”
“I washed the magick out of my body.”
“……!”
“There’s no price to pay in this fight. Just doing the right thing. I’m willing to lay it all on the line.”
“Throw everything away?”
“Yes, when this is done, I will abandon my position of supremacy and quietly retire.”
Seo Moonwol’s eyes are filled with clear crystalline light.
His eyes speak of renewed resolve.
Seeing that, Yeom Sang-ah sarcastically replied.
“He’s so stupid, he shouldn’t have let you in the first place.”
“The demonic evil that lurks behind your beauty,” she looked back at me, newly aware of it, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“What?”
“How a first lieutenant gets the job done.”
“…….”
“Tortured and slaughtered, old and young.”
“Hmm. So, what am I supposed to do, I didn’t do anything, and now I’m supposed to feel bad about it?”
“Gal! Even if you’re a demon, you should at least be able to……!”
Clang Clang – Oh my god !
Xu Wenyue’s body bent backward in front of the lightning-flying Chainnat.
I blocked it with my knife, but a tingling pain shot through my wrist.
Next, we hear the chilling voice of Yeom-Sang-Ah.
“You’re trying to be the least bit moral? That’s sophistry. You secretly practiced martial arts with the intention of destroying my bloodline.”
“I don’t deny it!”
“I didn’t tell you this because I knew it would happen. You’re a weakling by nature, martial arts talent aside.”
“Shut up!”
A shouted Seo Moon-wol closed the gap in one fell swoop.
Shhhhhh!
A flash of light from the Feng Jade Blade.
A terrifying wind and a flash of light followed the blade as it plunged vertically downward.
The Heavenly Wind Thirteen Swords is the ultimate attacking elemental, the Heavenly Crazy Wind Sword.
The ground cracks and shakes under the frenzied barrage of swords and wind pressure.
And he wielded a chain-sword.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
The scythe blade drew a swift circle, unleashing a dark magick.
As if the sun and moon were a giant black shield, spinning in chapter and blocking the way.
This is a defensive elemental of the Moon Moon Demon Gong that only Yin Shang’er has mastered.
Puff-puff-puff-puff-!
With binge drinking echoing everywhere.
“Laugh!”
Seomunwol let out a short yelp and was quickly pushed backward.
Jiiyiik , jiiyiik –
Long, arcing footprints along the ground.
Bam!
A sharp chainmail shot toward Seo Moonwol’s front as if it were an arrow as he barely stopped with his legs.
Oops!
You’ve exposed a gap.
Yeom Sang-ah’s rapid airlift transition was truly remarkable.
Poof!
An unpleasant sound that cuts deep into the flesh.
“Ouch!”
The owner of the agonizing scream was not Seo Moon-wol.
“Nujojang!”
The casualty was the null.
In a moment of weakness, I took the offense on behalf of my master.
The blade of the scythe stuck into his right flank.
“You’re loyal. Hoot.”
A snorting goat tugs at the chain.
Tudududuk-!
Chainnat tore at the flesh and returned to her side.
Seo Moonwol quickly stretched out his arm to support Noum.
“What a reckless thing to do……!”
“Off…… Master…… are you okay?”
“Stop, don’t talk anymore, you need to take care of yourself!”
Luckily, we avoided a fire.
One was bleeding heavily.
Yin Sang-ah seized the opportunity and was about to throw the chainmail back.
.
A full-throated, urgent tone of voice.
It was Yomonji, the phonetic paralysis.
Yin Sang-ah quickly looked around.
The ashen smoke of a flare gun scattered by the winds of the unseen.
In the meantime, the visible battlefield is tilting to one side.
That’s when a figure caught my eye.
‘The author is……!
He is an elderly monk who radiates a golden glow and is a master of martial arts.
Ten seals stamped on the forehead, long white rice and white salt, a white eight-pointed salt circle around the neck, and a yellow robe and red sash wrapped around the body…….
He belonged to the Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year nemesis of the Maoists.
And that status is like the sky in the office.
“Yuan Gong Master!
Yun Sang-ah’s eyes flickered as he shouted to himself.
Pioneer.
He was the longest-serving head monk of Shaolin Temple and a master of dozens of disciplines, the highest and best of the Buddhist masters.
You don’t have to go up to him and ask.
That you’re a pioneer.
See.
Every time the elder monk swung his hand, the elite members of the Sun Moon Sect flew to and fro like fallen leaves.
It’s fast and slow, heavy and light, rough and smooth, all in one amazing, flowing hand.
What is offense and what is defense.
I was wrong.
This was unacceptable.
It was a firepower that overwhelmed the magic.
No other winner in the world can wield such power.
There is only one person, and one person only: the master craftsman.
They say.
In this age, only those who can equal or surpass the martial prowess of the Wu Gong Master are worthy to speak of the pinnacle of the Martial Arts.
It was an exalted name.
Wen Gong’s reputation in the Han region, and indeed throughout the whole of heaven and earth, was virtually unrivaled.
“This is going to be hard!
Judgment.
No one but the great Arun Nan could bear that weight.
But he’s really stuck over there.
That’s okay.
If the Sun Moon Sect, including its leader Arunnan, is destroyed here, the future leadership of the Sect will be his.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!
With the chains wrapped around his forearms, Yeom Sang-ah immediately tried to pull away.
That’s when Seo Moon-wol charged in with a terrifying force.
“How dare you!”
A windblade sliced through the air.
It’s an angry attack.
Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk!
Suddenly, a figure appeared and struck out at Xu Wenyue’s sword grass.
A sharp-eyed, longsword-wielding demon in his mid-forties.
Samsado, one of the Eight Great Teachers and a secret henchman.
<Associate, go ahead, I'll catch up to you soon!
Hearing the sound of the three apostles, Yin Sang-ah turned around.
.
And with that, she fled, setting off a barrage of explosives.
“Where!”
Xu Wenyue roared and tried to chase after him, but the longsword of the three apostles wouldn’t let him.
Zap, zap, zap-!
The Ximen of Ximenwu retreated after a series of attacks.
“Ugh, this guy is……!
The power of the Samsado’s blade was manipulative.
Is it comparable to a chlorophyllite?
At that moment, Qingcheng Sword Gate, Qingchul Sword Ya, appeared.
“I’ll take care of this body, you go take care of Chief Nu’s body first!”
In true Hunan style, Hu Yong deployed a powerful sword herb and began exchanging blows with the three apostles.
Meanwhile, Seo Moon-wol moved in with the injured Nuhum.
Meanwhile.
Three of the Eighty-Eight Houses, just below the Eightfold Path, went somewhere.
They’re trying to work together to hit one person.
The target is the craftsman.
Pot, papapot, papapot, papapot-!
Quickly recovering, the three surrounded him with their arms and thrust their magick-laden swords at him.
Moment.
Woooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
A dazzling goldmine surrounded the Archmage’s new sentence.
At the same time, the complexions of the three turned pale.
kiririk, kiririk, kiririk…….
The swords they thrust out with such vigor bent and snapped like bamboo.
It wasn’t like he was moving his hands to exert energy.
I couldn’t figure it out.
It just stood still and emitted golden light.
Geumgang Budong Singong.
A Shaolin monk of the highest order, he is a powerful force in the center of the universe.
Immediately after.
Tee-tee-tee-tee-tee-tee-!
The three swords shatter in unison and scatter.
PerversePerversePerversePerverse……!
The three of them spat out gore as if hit by a giant shell, scattering in three directions.
It was the mysterious majesty of the Kumgang Buddhist deity, said to be the essence of Buddhist martial arts.
His gaze lingered in the distance.
It was the northern pavilion of the grounds.
Not really.
Creepy.
Something eerie washed over me.
It was too dark.
It was like a world-destroying force.
Must be Magida.
It was rare.
I can’t believe I’m this irritated.
A fleshly body, fully armed with divine fire.
“Is this…… the power of the Heavenly Demon God Gong!
* * *
“Annoying.”
The deep voice of the Iron Stream.
Kaaaaaaaaaah-.
A dark portal opened in the space to the right of the blade’s point.
Concurrently.
“Billion!”
Wolmaong, one of the Samtae Gong’s servants, was drawn to the dark side by a mysterious force.
In the moment the darkness created by the Iron Stream sucked him in and trapped him.
Quack, quack, quack, quack-!
The new model of the slender Wolmaong has been twisted into a terrible shape.
Flesh compressed beyond recognition, shredded and scattered like powder.
Sssssss, sssss……
The pressure of the terrifying vacuum created by the black Magi.
Not far ahead, Arun Nan, Guang Maong, and Yil Maong looked on in wonder and horror.
‘ wife …… ‘ Cheonma Shingong … … !’
Keeping his gaze fixed on the road ahead, Chullehorn said expressionlessly.
“Okay, next.”