Chapter 257 Endpoint

Choo-choo!
A long tear in his clothing splattered red blood.
“Ugh!”
The young man’s face contorted as he cut his left forearm.
A swordsman in his mid-twenties, wearing a blue plain robe, with a sigil and an iri embroidered on each shoulder.
He was also a disciple of the Arangdogu Qin Zhao, the Hunan Five Elements.
Papapap!
The wounded opponent kicks the ground again and quickly closes in on your face.
Shhhh, shhhh, shhhhh-!
A traversing swordweed that swiftly darts from side to side.
The pressure of the swordfire in conjunction with the forward march was superb.
It’s like the dark moon’s swordsmanship as it rushes toward Chapter in a variety of shaped trajectories.
Jong Pyung stumbled backward, dodging the blade as he felt a searing pain.
It was a shrewd move on the part of a master representing the Xilang School, the leading sect in the Hunan region.
In the meantime, both eyes are looking for gaps.
However, his opponent’s swordfire was relentless, never allowing him a chance to counterattack.
“I can’t do this!
Jongpyeong candidly admits.
The opponent’s strong arm.
It was inevitable.
While Zong Ping is only a well-known local Late Exponent, his opponent is an elite member of the upper echelons of the Moon Demon Sect.
The fierce swordsman’s identity was the vice president of the Moon Demon Society.
Jongpyeong was outnumbered, and it was hard to turn the tables.
“It’s hard enough as it is!
I’m ashamed, but I need someone’s help.
Then.
Boom!
With a sharp sound, he slashed his left thigh.
“Ouch!”
Just then, Jongpyeong’s body loses its balance and lurches to the left.
Hijack.
With a sneer on his lips, the vice-chairman of the Wulmai Society charged forward, his sword of excellence thrust out.
An air-slicing black pole.
A heavy saber was raised.
It’s like black moonlight wrapped around a blade.
It was like trying to hit the nail on the head.
Cliffhanger moment.
Kahaaaang-perhhhhh……!
A man appeared out of nowhere, slapping the sword hard and shouting loudly.
“Zhong Confucius, first the hemostasis!”
Jongpyeong was stunned to see the back of his head.
‘Oh, he made me……!’
A man who covers himself with an imposing presence.
It was a discharge in bankruptcy.
The vice president of the Wolma Society shouted while performing the Wolma Sword Ceremony, which symbolizes their organization.
“Bastard, have you come to die with me!”
He was challenged by the Bunsha, who fought him in a torturous sword-fighting contest.
In the meantime, Jongpyeong was overcome with shame as he tended to his wounds.
Not long ago, he had intentionally spoken ill of Nampo Sword Master Doyun, who had been defeated by Chu Liuhui.
-Hu. Is it true, Confucius, that you were defeated by the Lord of the Heavens…… but I don’t believe it all, because rumors are always exaggerated.
-This is actually…….
-Well, how are you going to carry that face around now, if you don’t have a good name.
It was a deliberate attempt to embarrass Bunsa.
But then I realized.
Rather, that it was shameful.
Also.
I realized one more thing.
Realize that your vessel of prosperity is bigger than you.
Character or no character.
Protecting the front, Bunsha didn’t falter against the master of the Yue Yue Sect, Bu Bu Zhu.
Blow the whistle.
Of course, it’s possible that he was a bit tired from all the fighting, but even so, Bunsha’s defense was impressive.
Well, at least he was better than his famously arrogant self as a reviewer.
It’s a different kind of shame.
I was just a frog in a well, I thought.
I’ve always thought of dark-oriented moonbeans as a competitor.
But he’s up there now.
But now, even Bunsa is proving that it can grow by leaps and bounds.
I see.
What it’s like to be left behind.
It’s not anyone’s fault.
This is the result of his own arrogance and self-indulgence.
Jongpyeong stood up sharply with that thought.
“You pass!”
And so the two martial artists unfolded their unity.
In addition, the bankruptcy prosecutor’s office, Shirang Domun, and members of the Wolma Society joined the fight.
Meanwhile, Wei Tagong, a black swordsman representing the Sapa faction, was overwhelming his surroundings with his powerful sword skills.
The number of Januaryites who perished at his hands exceeded one hundred and fifty.
More than half were even upperclassmen on campus.
However, the Sword of Witagong was not satisfied with the courtesy major.
“Boom!”
“Yuck!”
Several cultists fell before the Black Star Sword forged from ten thousand years of iron.
The minions have grown weary of Weetagong’s momentum and are slowly retreating.
Then a dozen elite fanatics, steeped in doctrine, stormed in with a vicious flesh-eating assault.
It was a death-defying move.
“If it’s your wish, I’ll grant it!
Wei Tagong’s eyes widened, and he drew his sword.
Goooooooooo-.
The space along the blade appears transparent and twisted.
Boom!
A dark glow spread.
Like a big net that seems to trap everything it sees.
This was the casting of the Black Blade, one of the most powerful weapons in the Black Blade method.
Let a dozen fanatics get swept up in it.
Kuaaaaaaang-!
The atmosphere roared and swirled wildly.
A dozen or so of the fanatics who had so fearlessly charged forward were cut down by the power of the Black Reticle, wielded by a polarizing inner ball.
“Whoa.”
The ragged breathing of a sweaty stomach.
He’s exhausted, too, to some extent.
It makes sense.
The team worked tirelessly to gain an advantage from the start.
Thanks to a number of high-profile players, including Wei Tiegong, the Jungsha faction was able to secure a convincing victory in less than half a game.
Shhh.
Turning his head, Weetagong’s gaze traveled across the gap and into the distance.
‘What a surprise, those two young people are…….’
The objects of his admiration were Hae-yeon Ha and Namgung Sang-lin.
Neither does he, and they don’t show any signs of exhaustion.
If anything, it felt like the more I fought, the stronger I got.
I don’t think that’s just youthful ambition.
‘He…… surpassed even my accomplishments? It’s a wonder to behold, the resourcefulness of the Iron Gate…….’
At that point, Hae-yeon scattered the petals with her sword.
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop-!
A lighthearted metallic sound created by the clash of armaments.
Surrounded on all sides, the four Yue Yue Sect retreated in unison, bloodied.
Each of them was wounded by the energy of the blade.
He’s looking a bit dazed.
It was a yogi influence.
This was because the graceful sword had the power to mesmerize.
Again, the Yohwa Sword’s song dance unfolded.
Whirr, whirr, whirr!
A colorful sword qi spreads out like a blooming chapter.
It looks beautiful, but the power of the series was not.
Puhak, Puhaak, Puhak……!
With an eerie sound, the four Moon Cultists fell to the ground.
It was instant death.
With holes, large and small, all over his body.
On the near side, Namgung Sangrin fought like a solid wall of iron, pressing down on the enemy lines.
Whenever your newly acquired Sango Era master sword, the Xiantian Sword, manifests the Light of Heaven.
Puff-puff-puff, puff-puff-puff!
Several minions were engulfed by the blue mist and fell like fallen leaves.
The Chang Tian Great Sword Technique cast by Nangong Shanglin, who had awakened the Nangong Mugol, was truly unparalleled.
That wasn’t the only thing.
He is also proficient in the Archer’s Sword, Emperor’s Sword, Spear Sword, Heavenly Flowing Cloud Sword, and some of the Heavenly Sword styles.
A dozen or so of the Sun Moon Cultists were killed by Nan Gongsanglin’s sword blades, which rushed in like a swift crossbow.
In its place, only the death of the mage would follow.
With the enemies around them subdued, Hae-yeon and Namgung Sang-lin stared off to the north for a while, exchanging words.
“Confucius of the Southern Palace, did you see that? The flames!”
“Yes, I saw it, the same one we had back then…….”
A blue chapter of flame that rose high into the air and then died.
They both saw it while they were fighting.
Soon after, another witness stepped forward.
“I guess that’s the power of solitude.”
It was Gal Zhongheon, clutching the Sikma Sword.
Immediately afterward, Namgung Sanglin asked with a heavy look in his eyes.
“The group that destroyed the Bone Family is related to the January Moon Sect…… But was not the fire greater than the ground?”
Gal Jung-heon nodded his head in agreement.
“Yes. Many times more. Maybe it’s a different kind of solitude.”
Hae-yeon spun around and called after him.
“I’m going to go see what’s going on, Southern Palace Confucius, come with me!”
“Yes, I will, and I’ll keep an eye on the results of that iron gatekeeper over there.”
Two people are in a hurry and about to move toward it.
Papapapa, papapapa, papapapa-!
A horde of crazed cultists charged ahead, blocking your path.
The sole survivor of the Eight Great Teachers and his elite group of forty minions.
A last resort, a dash for the hills.
“Back up a second.”
Hearing Gal Joong-heon’s short voice, Hae-yeon and Namgung Sang-lin quickly backed away.
Concurrently.
Boom!
The ashen, magickal blade stabbed deep into the ground.
Shushu shu shu shu ― Shushu shu shu shu – !
Countless monkfish forms burst forth like a great procession, charging toward the enemies of the Apostle.
It was a truly frightening sight.
The force of the blow sent the enemy screaming and sprawling across the floor.
“Ouch, ouch!”
“Ouch!”
“Kuck…… buy, live……!”
“ughhhh……!”
Square, square, square, square, square…….
The eerie sound of decomposing flesh.
The forty-odd men quickly turned white and Chapter.
Seeing that, Namgung Sanglin and Haeyeon muttered the same thing inwardly.
‘Oh my God…… is on our side, thank goodness.’
Suddenly, Gal Zhongheon said coldly.
“That’s good.”
Not far ahead, you see the figure of Sasado.
I survived.
Like the leader of the Moon Cult.
But it wasn’t without its own setbacks.
The blood currently trickling from the corner of his mouth is proof of that.
“Damn!
Without further ado, he turned the sentence around.
In the end, he chose to run away.
“All units, retreat!”
With a shout of command, he was about to stomp the ground.
Quack-quack-quack-quack-quack-quack-quack
The in-young rushed in like a flash, accompanied by a great abundance.
Flinching, Sasado didn’t have time to react.
Poof!
A single, terrifying blade ripped its flesh to shreds.
Hoo-doo-doo-doo, hoo-doo-doo……
The master of the unfair sword tax was Chul Ryuhyeon.
Gal Joongheon and others responded in unison.
“Lord Moon!”
Then Chuliu Hsin said expressionlessly.
“I’m just going to clean up quickly.”
In an instant, his new car was gone.
Fit
Immediately after.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Before you know it, a migrating iron currents have turned the crowded battlefield upside down.
Enemies falling to the ground, spewing blood.
It was in rough hands, as if the fight had just begun.
In the meantime, the vice president of the Wolma Association, who was dealing with Bunsa and Jongpyeong, also became a corpse.
Fear is contagious.
The more the merrier.
By now, the Moon Cult had been consumed by fear.
You don’t even have the nerve to stand up to me.
-You need my permission to run away.
Then, in his full glory, the Iron Streamer drew a cross with his red sword.
Chaaaaaaaah- chaaaaaaaaah-!
Countless sword Qi poured out from that crossed flash.
A blast of indiscriminate swordlight that blends traversing and terminating energies.
Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow !
A loud roar that shook the heavens and earth.
Whoosh, whoosh , whoosh , whoosh, whoosh … … !
Flesh rained down like rain with drops of blood.
Someone mumbles something in a daze.
“Reverse Thunderbolt Bombardment……!”
The main festival of the Emperor Yul’chun, the six-hundred-year-old absolute ruler of the mighty Murim.
The surprises didn’t end there.
An iron stream stirred through the crowded battlefield, unleashing magick as it did so.
Kaaaaaaaaaah-.
A dark opening created in the flank by the red sword.
The last of the top brass, the Wolma Society president, was sucked into it.
“Ouch!”
Quack, quack, quack……!
His flesh compressed, trapped by the dark force.
Torn and twisted by a never-ending workforce.
Sssssss, sssss……
In the blink of an eye, Walmart’s liquor had turned to powder and disappeared.
The most powerful herbivore in the Tenebrous Realm, the Tenebrous Graviton.
Chu Liuhui followed suit.
Quack, quack, quack, quack-!
A heavy pivot that blasts Magi.
A pale flame shot out from his toes, scattering the enemy’s body into powder once more.
Even the enemies of the state were aghast at the newcomer’s status.
“Ugh!”
“Hey, that’s……!”
“Thousand and One!”
“Yes, yes, yes, it’s true!”
In the midst of it all, the electricity of the iron rush reverberated through the bowels.
-Already the lord you serve is dead at my hands. From now on, you have only one choice. Surrender or resist.
The battlefield is suddenly quiet.
A space that has entered a lull.
One.
chirp
The sound of iron broke the silence.
That was the start of a metallic ringing.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp……
It was the sound of all the remaining Januaryites abandoning their weapons, one by one, in a complete loss of spirit.
And the warriors of Zhengsha let out a triumphant cheer.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaah!”