Chapter 77

Episode 77 It’s futile (2)Huaaaaaaa!

The demons were dumbfounded by the enormous magic energy and sword spreading from the hill.

Ma Dong-pil, who was looking at the place blankly, quickly shouted.

“Three groups, take care of the surroundings! Confucius is in battle!”

“…yes?”

They still didn’t know who that mysterious expert was.

I was sorry, but now was not the time to explain.

“Move quickly! hurry!”

“I follow your orders!”

Ma Dong-pil, who gave orders to the team members, hurriedly approached Ju-hwa.

“Are you okay?”

“Okay, it’s okay.”

They say they’re okay, but they don’t look okay at all.

Not only was there internal bleeding, but uncontrolled fragments of magical energy were leaking out. The fact that one side of my face was messed up was an added bonus.

But the coin was resolute. The Three Dukes suddenly appeared and destroyed all the monsters, but I couldn’t just lie down because I was injured.

Juhwa’s face, helped up by Ma Dongpil, became blurred. They found Yeon-i’s body with only two legs remaining.

She bit her lip and cried out.

“Convoy members, please be aware of your surroundings! “The items you were trying to transport must be around!”

If anything, it is a cruel command. There are a lot of corpses of our colleagues, and we need to find transport before we can even collect them.

But the demons understood her. No, there was no need to understand her.

Live by orders, die by orders. They were Protestant demons.

Pabababak!

The court of defense cleared the surrounding area and the transport team’s horsemen searched the surrounding area.

“Whoop!”

Juhwa bowed slightly. His complexion was becoming increasingly pale.

Ma Dong-pil took out a pill from his arms.

“It’s a short story. “Please eat now.”

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“This is not the time to be stubborn. “I just have to go back and get it again.”

Juhwa nodded.

“thank you.”

There is no need to say this or that. She knew better than anyone else the severity of the situation.

Ma Dong-pil quickly took the sokmyeongdan and looked up the hill while protecting the coin that had entered the fortune system.

Flash! Flash!

The red magic light has weakened. Seo-ryang dragged his opponent far away.

‘Damn it.’

I clearly heard Confucius shouting the other person’s name. However, I was so entranced by Confucius’ overwhelming energy that I couldn’t remember.

In any case, it was clear that he was a great powerhouse. Just the fragments of the energy wave were enough to make me feel sick to my bones.

In other words, the Samgongja is using up enough internal energy to kill all the monsters and is fighting against another strong person.

In fact, he was unable to do anything and just stood there.

In my heart, I wanted to go there right away and help Confucius, but I knew that Confucius did not want that.

‘I’m angry.’

His capabilities as a defender are clearly second to none. His capabilities as a military officer are also worthy of being evaluated as being quite impressive.

But then what? No one was able to properly protect themselves at important moments. Instead of protecting him, he once again received help from Confucius.

Grumbling.

Blood flowed from my tightly bitten lip. Out of an indescribable sense of self-destruction, even the magical energy I had stored away was almost released.

He looked down at the coin.

‘Hurry up and finish it.’

As soon as the situation here reaches the minimum level of stability, I will run to Confucius. All he could do now was wait and wait.

* * *

Hwaaaaaaa!

It was not that the amount of internal energy increased or the energy waves became several times stronger.

But Jeong Il-ryong felt it. That the other person is completely different from before.

Above all, Magi was completely different from before. It was not a question of concentration, but a question of quality itself.

It had been vicious before, but now the magic energy that the young demon was emitting was full of viciousness.

It seems to be much closer to the root of the devil, and if you encounter it, your spirit will be destroyed.

Jeong Il-ryong shouted.

“The devil’s religion has created another unworthy devil!”

“shut up!”

Wooooow! Woooo!!

The sound waves extending out were so strong that it seemed as if they would rip my eardrums. It was a magical sound reminiscent of a sound technique.

bang!

Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes wavered. It was fired from the spot without any preliminary movement, and my shoulders flinched for a moment.

‘fast!’

Huh.

The left hand of Xiliang split the wind. It was a strong performance of a long hit, hitting from the bottom to the top.

Yikes!

I tried to dodge it, but the blow was too fast and strong. Jeong Il-ryong’s sleeve was torn.

Paaang!

That wasn’t the end. It turns its body around and kicks, and its flexibility is truly dazzling.

If I didn’t do it, I was going to be completely embarrassed. Jeong Il-ryong concentrated his strength on both feet.

Paaaaang!

His body was pushed all the way back. After taking a breather, they try to get together again.

It was then.

‘…!’

The other person’s body became a remnant and dispersed.

‘Different shape and form?!’

no. For that to be the case, the speed at which the remnants dispersed was too fast.

However, there was no doubt that it was a great movement that instantly reminded me of that state. Jeong Il-ryong raised his spirits sharply.

‘stomach!’

Whoops!

I didn’t even have time to raise my head, so I raised my sword and blocked it.

‘Sigh!’

My joints creaked. The dense essence that supported my old and worn-out body almost disappeared for a moment.

‘This guy?’

Blood vessels bulged on Jeong Il-ryong’s forehead.

It has been more than thirty years since I changed my direction from martial arts to politics.

It’s been over 20 years since I experienced a real battle, except for a brief run a year ago. Moreover, at that time, I was in the middle of nowhere, so there was no need for actual combat.

Anyway, he was the leader of the Uicheon Alliance. Even though he was stronger than expected, it made no sense to be defeated like this by a mere late Jisoo guy.

Quang!

With a strong forward motion, the white sword spun like a windmill.

Damn it!

The clash of countless swords.

Jeong Il-ryong’s index finger turned upward.

Pow!

Seo-ryang’s body spun around and retreated backwards. There was a small hole in his long gun as he retreated.

“I mean, I avoided that.”

Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes became cold. It means no longer looking down on the opponent as ‘just’ a young expert.

Saaaaagh.

Seoliang, who was about to attack immediately, hesitated. Before I knew it, a pure white fog had surrounded Jeong Il-ryong’s body.

The fog was spreading from Jeong Il-ryong’s sword, White Crane Sword.

‘Sword dance (劍霧)?’

It is a technique that transforms the extreme sword energy into fragments and creates a protective shield around the body.

But it wasn’t just for simple defense purposes. Because it is not just a simple internal power, but a fragment of sword energy, it can be a powerful attack in itself.

Jeong Il-ryong spoke in a gloomy voice.

“I didn’t want to do it this way.”

Phew.

As he slowly waved the sword, the sword dance swung accordingly.

A truly beautiful sight. However, the life ingrained in it was as insidious as the fangs of a poisonous snake.

“Enough….”

Paang!

Xu Liang rushed forward.

Jeong Il-ryong burst into anger. It was upsetting to be attacked without knowing the reason, but that guy was really rude.

Isn’t the adult attacking you even before the adult has finished speaking?

“this guy!”

Whoa!

A white sword dance was fired towards Seoliang.

It wriggled its way forward, and the speed was incredible. It seemed like a countless swarm of insects was moving faster than an arrow.

Kuuk!

Seoryang’s hand holding the Geodo went into strength.

Let’s go!

A dark red burning cloud covered the entire huge blade. He swung his sword with the same momentum.

Quaaaang!

Seoliang burst into tears and vomited blood.

Even though a heavy sword weighing 30 pounds collided with a long sword weighing less than 5 pounds, Seoliang actually suffered damage.

Although his enlightenment surpassed that of Jeong Il-ryong, his physical strength was still lower than that.

But Xu Liang was not embarrassed at all.

Quang!

Astonishment appeared in Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes.

The sword dance that was supposed to swallow up and grind down the retreating opponent was scattered to pieces. It was an explosion created by Jecheongi’s explosion.

hook!

Seoyang appeared through the thick dust.

A hellish wind blew from the sword held in both hands, with eyes shining like ghosts.

“this!”

Jeong Il-ryong swung his sword again. It was his Jinsinjeolgi Baeksanggeombeop (白喪劍法).

Bababababaak!

Seo-ryang’s upper body and shoulders were covered in blood. First, I was attacked before I even took out Taoism. This meant that Jeong Il-ryong’s sword was fast.

Whiiiiing!

Still, it doesn’t go away. The wind coming from all directions was captured in his sword.

Jeong Il-ryong’s face showed a look of urgency.

Xu Liang laughed, revealing his blood-soaked teeth.

“You idiot.”

Crumbling!!

The wind of six hells that unfolded in Ilsuyu took away all the sword energy of Baeksang Sword Technique.

It didn’t end there.

Grumble!

Following the fierce winds of hell, the fire pillars of eight hells covered the heavens and earth.

The heated Geodo became a fire dragon and swept away Jeong Il-ryong. The nine-pointed sword method was a manifestation of Jang Jong-geuk Infinite Way.

At that moment, Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes widened.

‘What is this method?!’

I’m sure I saw this somewhere.

In reality, there are only a very small number of martial arts that can form high-temperature flames.

Even if your sword technique is great, if you don’t have enough power to radiate that much heat, you can’t even try it in the first place.

The red pottery and the white sword clashed head-on.

Qarring! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Black smoke rose high into the sky along with a large pillar of fire.

It was then that something strange happened.

Damn it!

In an instant, frost covered the ground.

The place where the high-temperature flame disappeared was replaced by a frosty ice flower. My son-in-law’s temperature dropped in an instant as the cold air incited his excitement.

The third chapter of Inhwadobeop, following the Six Links of Hell and the Ultimate Invincible Way.

It was the Great Red Lotus, a blood lotus flower containing the cold air of the Eight Cold Hells.

‘profit!’

Jeong Il-ryong’s face opened. The goal is to exert all your might to increase your internal strength and block out the cold.

Toad-duk-duk.

The clothes were crumbling everywhere. The cold that could not be blocked penetrated and damaged the clothes.

Whiiiiing!!

At that moment, a bitter cold wind blew from the front.

The four winds of the Great Red Lotus Hell, the end of the Eight Han Hells, containing intangible pottery and rushing.

Jeong Il-ryong’s face showed a look of urgency. Although internal injuries due to the cold were prevented, I never expected such an attack to occur in succession…

‘…!’

A moment split into a split second.

A corner of his head emitted a flash of light, creating a scene.

Traces of a brutal sword wind that swept away a dozen areas.

Trees turned to ashes and countless unmanned weapons burned black.

Furthermore, there is a procession of countless corpses frozen as if stuffed in the ice cap.

The image of myself going through that living hell and cutting off a man’s leg came to mind.

And from the sword of the dying man, a pottery like the current east wind blew.

‘Is this the method used by that bastard?!’

The worst secret weapon of the Uicheon Alliance, which assassinated all kinds of experts under the leader.

At that moment, I remembered what that young demon had said.

– Give me my leg, you fucking bastard!

Jeong Il-ryong’s eyes shook greatly.

Crumbling!

The ground that the Great Red Lotus had swept over was heavily frozen and roughly shattered.

“Whoop!” Whoop!”

Xu Liang took a deep breath. Although its power was only 30% that of its heyday, it was an attack that would sweep away a decent expert without leaving a single scrap of flesh behind.

Pusssss.

A pure white chill enveloped the hill.

Crispy!

The sound of ice breaking was heard in the cold. It was Jeong Il-ryong.

“What is your identity?”

Jeong Il-ryong’s appearance is slowly revealed.

The frozen, broken jacket fell to the ground in pieces.

Red icons were carved here and there on his strong upper body, which was not typical of an old man. The wounds were frozen and blood did not flow.

“Who on earth are you to use that damn method?”

Xu Liang grinned.

“Do you remember now?”