Chapter 72

The political convention was going well.
Bu Eun-sul made light work of her next opponent, Hong Kisan, the Demon Sword.
A swordsman of the Maiden, he was a master of the flesh sword, but his skills were far inferior to the lightning sword that Bu Eunseol had mastered.
The quarterfinals are upon us. Those who remain are all those who have made a name for themselves in the Murim.
Projectionist Sword.
There are sacred swords whose fame has been passed down from generation to generation, and those who wield them have made a name for themselves along with their swords.
One of them, the Consular Divine Sword, was offered as a prize, and even the first-ever masters of the Myeongri came out in droves.
“My next opponent is…… which is giving me a headache.”
Standing alongside Bueunseol, Blackpaw looked at the bracket and wiped his forehead.
“This is Seo Mun Sega’s Seo Mun Sutra, one of the favorites to win.”
Seo Moon Se.
Seomunsega, where the masters of bronchology gathered, was shunned by the martial artists along with the Sichuan Tang family.
They use bizarre illusions and armor that cannot be stopped by mere force. Furthermore, when they lose an enemy, they send their people to exact revenge.
But it’s weird. Seomun Sega, famous for his bronchology, at a political convention?
“Unknown to the rest of the world, Lord Seomun is a master of the sword. His prowess with the sword was so great from an early age that he even had his own swordsmanship teacher.”
“A sword master unknown to all the realms.”
Looking at the bracket, Bu Eun-sul smiled.
“Sounds like fun.”
I was tired of fighting against the big names.
But to be able to compete with the direct heir of the Seo Wen Sega, a man who was unknown in the martial arts world until now, how could I not be happy?
“Hoo hoo.”
The always-expressive Boo-Eun-Seol.
But when it’s time for a fight, his eyes light up and he smiles.
You might even be mistaken for the person you were before you met your lover.
“Gong, Confucius, you…… really like to fight.”
“It’s not a matter of love and sleep.”
The corner of her mouth twitched up, her eyes twinkling.
“It’s just another day in the life of a powerhouse.”
“Uh, yeah.”
Black Mark smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching.
I think it will be the Seomunsung, not the Buunsung, that will give you a headache.
Non-dance day.
By the time the quarterfinals rolled around, there were even more martial artists in the stands.
In effect, this was the beginning of the real political convention.
“Today’s match is Bu Eun-sul, Bu Shao-kuo vs. Xu Wen-jing, Xu Wen-shao-kuo!”
At Chu Wentian’s shout, a slender new model slowly appeared on the offstage.
A young man with an extremely pale complexion and an almost pathetic-looking body. He is so tall and wrapped in a yellow cloth that he looks like a scarecrow wrapped in a swaddling cloth.
This was Seomunseiju’s third son, Seomunkyung.
-Ohh!
The martial artists in the audience gasped at the sight of the Divine Law of the Western Gate ascending the stairs.
He wasn’t moving his feet at all, yet he was slowly ascending the stairs like a ship in the water.
‘That’s quite a new law.
The divine law practiced by Seo Wen-kyung was not only very unique, but also bizarre enough to seem closer to the divine law of Sapa.
Towering.
On the offstage, Seo Moon-kyung glared at Bu Eun-seol.
His eyes, with their dilated pupils, were filled with an unearthly aura, and his entire body seemed to be radiating with aura.
Sigh.
Bu Eun-sul smiled with pleasure at the ghostly aura of Seo Moon-kyung’s appearance.
From the looks of it, he’s going to use a sword technique he’s never seen before.
“Okay, let’s get started!”
At Chu Wentian’s shout, Lord Xu slowly began to draw the sword at his waist.
It’s a sharp sword, drawn from a scabbard of iron, but it doesn’t even make a hissing sound.
The sword that was finally revealed was a misshapen sword with a very narrow hilt and a length of about five characters.
“The sword has no eye.”
Drawing his sword, Lord Seomun spoke in a grim voice, and Bu Eunseol nodded grimly.
“I agree.”
Lord Seo’s eyes sharpened as Bu Eun-sul replied.
“Hmm.”
With a snort, Lord Seo quickly swung the deformed sword he had drawn.
Evil.
As the misshapen sword sliced through the air, a gust of wind released with a cold chill that enveloped Bu Yun’s body.
-What kind of sword is that?
The warlocks in the stands roared.
He merely swings his sword lightly, and the wind blows in all directions.
Every time his sword sliced through the air, a chill poured out and the sky seemed to darken.
‘Not exactly the swordsmanship of the Faction.
Swollen Snow’s eyes narrowed as he dodged a shower of sword herbs.
His swordsmanship was not only very sinister, but his sword path was unpredictable.
Whip.
The sword flowers produced by the misshapen sword were dodged one by one by Bu Eunseol with her Beast Senses.
But every time it dodged, Lord Xu’s deformed sword trembled slightly, transforming the sword grass into a living creature.
“Good.”
Dodging the stretching sword herbs, Bu Eunseol drew her sword like lightning and blocked the deformed sword.
Chaing!
With a loud metallic clang, Seo took a step backward.
“That’s a lot of work.”
Seo raised an eyebrow.
Based on the weight on my fingertips, I knew that the water level in the hollow was higher than that of the swollen tongue.
“Hmm.”
With a low snort, Seo Moon-kyung switched swords again.
This time, he unleashed his ghostly divine arts and began circling around her, stabbing her swiftly.
Papapapap.
Each poke feels like hundreds of needles raining down on you.
Bu Eunseol didn’t defend with her sword, but moved nimbly again, dodging the sharp blades one by one.
Chirp. Pow!
The sword herbs that Seo Moon-kyung spilled passed by within a hair’s breadth.
A black light flickered in Lord Seo’s eyes as he watched Bu Eun-sul’s mysterious movements.
Purr!
Once again, the sword grass has changed.
The needle-sharp swordsmanship spread out, and suddenly, like raindrops falling from the sky, they began to pour overhead.
“Hua Wu Sword?
Bu Eun-sul raised an eyebrow.
This was because the sword move he had just executed was very similar to Hua Wu’s sword move, which was a defensive cutting of the right hand and a conversion of the local right hand into an attack.
“I wonder if any of your swordsmanship teachers were from Hua Wu Sword Gate.”
Smirking, Bu Eunsul swung his longsword into the air.
Pow!
Then, a sword blade that looked very similar to the sword technique that Xu Wenqing had used rained down from the sky.
Bu Eun-sul is also a local starboard extension of the Hwa Woo Sword.
Towering.
When Bu Eun-sul used the Hua Wu Sword, Lord Seo Moon stopped moving and opened his mouth.
“Which checkpoint are you from?”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t answer, but only stared into Seo Wen-kyung’s eyes.
As if offended by her demeanor, a sinister glow emanated from Lord Seomun’s eyes.
“It’s too early to get cocky.”
Self.
With a low voice, Seo Wenqing’s entire body began to blur.
Delete!
With a sound that cut through the air, a sharp dagger slashed across Boonsun’s brow.
Was he using an extremely fast sword technique? Even though they were about three feet apart, it was as if he was right in front of them.
Stormwater.
Bu Eunseol quickly dodged the attack, but the sharp blade cut off a few strands of her hair.
‘fast…….’
Before I could finish my mental exclamation,
Papapapap!
At that moment, once again, the sword herb changed.
Bu Eun-sul stepped back and kept his distance, but Seo Moon-kyung was still there like a ghost, practicing his sword techniques in front of him.
“That’s weird.
Boonseol’s eyes lit up with recognition.
It wasn’t just that the new law was fast. It was as if every time he unfurled his sword herbs, he broke the restrictions of space and closed the distance in an instant.
“If so.
He leaned in closer to the spilling sword herbs.
Pod!
The moment Lord Seomun’s sharp misshapen sword created a red line of blood on Buunseol’s cheek,
“Not new law, but old law.
The eyes of Buunsul were fixed on the feet of Lord Seomun.
Surprisingly, he was constantly changing the position of his stretched foot while performing the sword technique.
Podpod!
In the meantime, Seo Moon-kyung, who saw the loophole, poured out swords left and right, digging into the sides of Buunseol.
Shit!
The moment the sharp blade slashed at his side, Bu Eunsul’s body faded, and he dodged as if passing through the blades slashing at his left and right.
Extremely fast.
The Divine Law of Heaven, which can change direction dozens of times in place in a single breath, had finally been unleashed.
Chick.
However, when Seo Moon-kyung changed the sword grass again, the hem of his robe near his side was slightly torn.
This is the first time since I’ve mastered Super Speedlessness that I’ve not been able to completely avoid the sword grass.
“Neither old nor new law.”
But Bu Eunseol only smiled. With this blow, she had been able to determine not only the mystery of his bizarre sword technique, but also his level.
“Was it true?”
The corner of Sir Seo’s mouth twitched upward as he held the misshapen sword near his shoulder.
“You’ve got a pretty good eye.”
He lowered his sword to the ground for a moment, a smug look on his face.
“When properly utilized, the flows of the Nine Temples and the Eight Elements can bring about transcendent change.”
Surprisingly, Seo was simultaneously practicing the sword method and practicing the trachea method of Seo Mun Sega.
“Change Beyond Space…….”
Bu Eun-sul shook her head in disappointment.
“The Limits of Non-Blackness.”
“What?”
“You’ve sheathed your sword in a useless grip.”
“Hmph.”
Seo Moon Kyung looked down at the torn hem of Bu Eun Seol’s robe and sneered.
“Are you saying you’re going to slack off with your words because you’re being outnumbered?”
“How many?”
Bu Eun-sul smirked.
“I didn’t attack.”
Then the cold smile vanished from Seo’s face.
In retrospect, it was only defensive. He never once attacked.
As if you wanted to observe the sword method in detail.
“You wanted to see my swordplay.”
An eerie violet glow emanated from Seomun’s eyes as he stared at Bueunseol.
“Let me show you around.”
Laying the sword horizontally and raising it near his cheek, he spoke in a low voice.
“And a view of hell as a bonus!”
Shit!
At that moment, Lord Seo Moon’s misshapen sword suddenly stabbed into Bu Eunseol’s throat.
The distance between them was three and a half zhang. Seo Mun-kyung applied the Nine Mighty Eight Strikes to narrow the space in an instant.
Bam!
But the misshapen sword could not extend any further, and was blocked by the longsword.
In response to Lord Seomun’s invitation, Bu Eunseol raised his sword and blocked it.
“You’re not going to get anywhere near hell with this attack.”
“Don’t pat yourself on the back for saving a second!”
Seo shuffled his feet dizzily and unfurled his sword.
The sharp misshapen sword popped out of nowhere, but Bu Eunseol was relaxed in his defense, as if he had anticipated every sword path.
Window! Window! Window!
Seo Moon-Kyung unleashed a series of ghostly sword techniques, but Bu Eun-Seol simply stood in place, sword raised to block them.
-Hahahaha!
Suddenly, laughter erupted from the solemn crowd.
Seo Moon-kyung was swinging her sword with all her might, and Bu Eun-sul was blocking her attacks with a look of boredom.
It was like watching a comedic farce.
“Inoom!”
Seo Moon’s misshapen sword, which had been moving dizzyingly, suddenly popped out of nowhere, this time above Bu Eunseol’s head.
But Bu Eun-sul didn’t even look up, as if he had already predicted it, and raised his longsword to block the attack.
“Is this it?”
Bu Eun-sul looked very disappointed.
“I thought you were a master of the hidden sword…… that I should have kept hidden.”
“You!”
Lord Seo complied and slammed his sword to the ground.
“Where have you been stealing from my family’s ninety-eight balls!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t be a dick!”