Episode 814 Just point it out, you bastard! (4)
Emperor Nangong’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
An enormous amount of pottery was pouring down over our heads. It was like the whole field of vision was turning ink.
“Tsk!”
Emperor Nangong leaped towards the sword flying towards him with a strike like a thunderbolt.
“I am Emperor Nangong!”
Emperor Nangong’s sword along with the large lion’s rear cuts off the sword in front. A sword as white as the sun cut through the black darkness.
“Haaaaaaaap!”
Sssssssssssssshhhh!
The sight of Emperor Nangong, surrounded by white sword energy, soaring through the black pottery, made the hearts of those watching boil.
but.
“bloke!”
As the Black Dragon King’s scimitar was lowered once again, pottery with even more force began to gush out.
Sigh!
“Haaaaaaaap!”
Emperor Nangong exploded the lion’s hooves and split the pouring pottery.
The Black Dragon King’s pottery clearly proved why he was called the god of the Yangtze River, but Emperor Nangung also clearly proved through his inaction why he was called the greatest king in the world.
But unfortunately, this is not a battle to prove individual inaction. That point divided the joy and sorrow between the two.
Quaaaaaaa!
The Black Dragon King’s black pottery, which was split to the left and right by Nangong Emperor’s sword, rained down on those below without losing any of its momentum.
“Avoid blood!”
“Aaaah!”
Suddenly, the pottery raining down on their heads caused Shaolin and shaman disciples to fly in all directions, their faces turning pale.
But this place is on a cliff. Attacks that would have been easily avoided on flat ground are bound to be doubled in power here.
“Aaaahhh!”
“Aaaahhh!”
Those who were swept away by the pottery without being able to avoid it fell helplessly, spraying blood.
“Jinhoe!!”
“Hye-myeong! Hyemyeong aaa!”
Shaolin and Shaman.
A leading sect whose name alone can be recognized as one of the greatest in the world.
However, even for them, it was not easy for them to handle the energy emitted by the Black Dragon King, the leader of the Shinju Five Group. People who were climbing the cliff fell one after another, spraying blood.
What even the pouring oil waterfall and the rain of arrows could not accomplish, the Black Dragon King’s single sword accomplished.
“this!”
Emperor Nangong’s eyes were bloodshot.
“Black dragon waaaaaa!”
“Khahahahahaha!”
The Black Dragon King exploded with a large roar.
“Is it worth seeing your expression?”
Emperor Nangong clung to the cliff again and looked down, biting his lip so hard that it bled. Not only Shaolin and Namgung, but also the Namgung family below them suffered damage from the Black Dragon King’s pottery.
When I saw the people moaning at the bottom of the cliff, my stomach felt hot as if I had swallowed hot charcoal.
However, Emperor Nangong was unable to vent his anger all at once.
Sapa.
Eighteen houses along the Yangtze River.
It was difficult to say that the Janggangsurochae he had been dealing with so far was a strong faction, even with empty words.
The level of their rivals was not even comparable to that of the Nangong Sword Belt, and the lenders of Suchae naturally did not reach the level of the elders of the Nangung Family, and were even inferior to the great lords of individual sword belts.
Therefore, it is true that I developed a feeling of disdain for them.
However, the Black Dragon King’s pottery was enough to shatter Emperor Nangong’s pride in one fell swoop.
‘Black Dragon King.’
The king of the Yangtze River who rules Surochae.
He is of a different class. At least he was completely different from the other enemies.
Emperor Nangong’s sword skills cut through mountains with one sword and rivers with this sword. However, only the Black Dragon King’s sword from a moment ago could not be completely cut down.
‘how?’
How could such a person emerge from among those crude people?
A political sect nurtures all of its affiliated sects, but in a sect, people with different standards step on them. It was a moment when I painfully realized what those words meant.
“Namgung family!”
At that moment, Heo Do-jin-in, who shouted like a thunderbolt, passed by Emperor Nangong and soared. Thanks to that, Emperor Nangong, who flinched and suddenly came to his senses, gritted his teeth again.
‘Are you saying I was scared?’
The moment he saw Heo Do-jin passing by, the blood in his whole body surged.
“Hudoooooooo!”
Emperor Nangong shouted once again and climbed up the cliff.
The legal world quickly followed right next to him.
Heo Do-jin, King Namgung’s legal world.
Absolute warriors representing the nine factions and the five major families quickly climbed up the cliff to cut off the heads of the most powerful figures in Sapa.
“Hahahahahaha! “You little bastards!”
Heat filled the Black Dragon King’s eyes.
“If you want, I’ll deal with you!”
The Black Dragon King kicked the ground and flew down the cliff. The sight of that massive figure falling from the sky was more intimidating than imagined.
“dare!”
It was the moment when Heo Do Jin-in gritted his teeth and was about to throw his sword.
“Your opponent will be me!”
A sharp sword pierced towards Heo Do-jin’s neck along with a cold and creepy voice.
Kagagak!
Heo Do-jin’s eyes lit up as he gently swung his sword and pushed away the flying sword energy.
“Mangeum loan!”
Mangeum Daebu, who had already come down from the cliff, stood perpendicular to the cliff as if his feet had been glued together and leisurely looked at Heo Do Jin-in.
“If it were the head of Heo Do-jin, a shaman, it would be worth risking my head for. “No matter how much you think about it, it’s a profitable business.”
Heo Do-jin’s eyes darkened.
A miser without blood or tears.
A merchant from hell who deals in everything.
A peddler walking through the darkest places.
There are so many words to describe Mangeumdaebu, but there was only one word that came to Heo Do-jin’s head right now.
“The best sword of the four factions (邪派第一劍).”
“It’s a facade. “Not worth a penny.”
Heo Do-jinin adjusted his sword and held it.
‘Damn it.’
And then I glanced left and right.
In the aftermath of the fierce battle and thanks to Cheongmyeong’s actions, most of the fire has been extinguished, but those that have not yet been extinguished are burning toward the bottom of the cliff.
But there is no way to take a step back.
The energy waves flowing from Mangeumdaebu were telling. The moment he turns his back, his spine will break. This eerie killing and sticky force grabs hold of his ankles and won’t let go.
No matter how much he is a shaman, he must risk his life if the opponent is Mangeum Daebu, the first sword of Sapa.
“The shaman’s Heodo! “I won’t take your life!”
“It’s good. “Let’s hang out.”
Mangeumdaebu and Heo Dojinin ran down the cliff as if it were flat land and collided.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
Through the energy waves of the Black Dragon King’s scimitar and the Nangong Emperor’s long sword colliding, the dharma sky soared over the cliff. His elegant divine law had some aspects that surpassed those of Heo Do-jin and Emperor Namgung.
‘We must occupy the upper part! ‘I can’t increase my sacrifice any further!’
It was at that moment when the legal world gritted its teeth and soared upward.
“It’s a product from the Shaolin era. “It is indeed a masterpiece.”
At that moment, dozens of hand shadows appear above his head.
The legal world opened its eyes wide for a moment.
It’s not that big of a deal to fire dozens of spears at the same time. Even if you become a shaman’s first disciple, you can do that much.
However, if the dozens of hand shadows all take different forms, the story is different.
“Ha!”
The two hands of the legal world waved in the air. At the same time, dozens of fields bloomed along his fingertips, like the hands of a thousand-handed Avalokitesvara.
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
The two fields intertwined and collided.
The legal world, unable to overcome the aftermath, took a step back by about a dozen steps.
“….”
A light of astonishment appeared in the eyes of the young Beopgye, as he saw a person leisurely walking down the cliff with his back turned.
“But when it comes to the new law, I’m not too far behind.”
“…Thousand-face investigation.”
Master Cheonmyeon of Haomun blocked his path.
Beopgye massaged his hands with a stern expression.
Fist of Shaolin is the best in the world. Needless to say, the head of Shaolin is the best in the world. But the aftermath of the collision moments earlier left obvious pain in his wrist.
“…is that the famous Thousand Face Hand?”
“It’s an honor. It’s such an honor. “The legal community of Shaolin recognizes my German martial arts skills.”
Investigator Cheonmyeon giggled and laughed as if he was having fun.
“But it seems that Shaolin’s Guanyin technique is not as good as I heard. “I’m not sure if it’s the lack of education or the people that are weak.”
“…Amitabha Buddha.”
The court’s eyes darkened.
“You will soon find out that it is neither, Sir.”
“Hahahaha. Do you guys also have a passion for winning? Then go for it!”
Brother Cheonmyeon lightly jumped upward and spread his arms wide.
Then the legal world also rose upward with a stern expression on its face.
Suyeong and Jang Young.
As the shadows of human hands covered the blue sky above the cliff, a black shadow was cast on the cliff.
The absolute masters representing each faction face each other on this steep cliff.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
The top of the cliff soon began to be covered with large explosions and fragments of energy.
“That…”
“What is that…”
Everyone climbing the cliff opened their mouths as they saw the sight.
I had heard a lot of stories about the Absolutes, but no one had seen with their own eyes the sight of such experts fighting sincerely.
It has to be that way.
It’s been a hundred years since Kangho was immersed in peace. It has been well over a hundred years since the four factions and the political factions were at war with each other.
Absolute masters represent the honor of each school. These people have so much to lose in one defeat. Therefore, it is not easy for them to mix hands with each other.
But it’s different now.
In order to survive, you must kill the enemy in order to protect each other’s faction.
Crumbling!
Geom-gang and Do-gang collide, and Su-gang and Kwon-gwang explode.
In the aftermath of the clash of flags and flags, the entire cliff shook as if it would collapse at any moment, even though the explosives had not exploded.
“That is… the realm of absolutes.”
A laugh escaped from the mouth of Mujin, the shaman’s first disciple.
The moment I saw with my own eyes the majestic sight of the absolute colliding with the absolute, my shabby feelings for myself washed over me like a wave.
‘Do you mean Jang Mun-in was that strong?’
When sword and sword collide, the expelled energy fragments dig into the cliff, leaving deep scars. A scene that was doubtful whether he could create it even with all his might was being drawn across the length and breadth of it simply with his spare strength.
Heo Do’s sword was truly amazing.
However, Mangeumdaebu’s sword is not inferior to Heo Do-jin’s sword by even an inch.
The same goes for others.
Literally from the middle ages.
The clash between the Black Dragon King and Namgung Jangcheon and the competition between the Zen Master of the Dharma World and the Heavenly Face Master were close battles in which neither one lost an inch.
Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The cliff shook as if it would collapse at any moment, and fragments of the broken cliff fell like a landslide.
“Hold on tight!”
“It’s falling!”
Mujin gritted his teeth and clung to the cliff.
Break through that road and head upward? Not ten lives, but even a thousand lives are not enough!
‘What should I do in this situation…’
And that was then.
“Haha!”
A loud laughter that did not suit the current situation at all caught Mujin’s attention.
Mujin turned his head violently and saw it at that moment.
Cheongmyeong and the five swords surrounding him as if to guard him, running down the cliff toward Jang Il-so at once.
“Did you clean your neck well, you damn bastard?”
Mujin’s mouth opened wide in shock.
While everyone’s eyes were glued and their bones were frozen at the sight of the absolute colliding with the absolute, only one group of volcanic five swords was responding to the flow.
As if they already belong to that area.
“Hwa… Volcano God Dragon!”
At the same time as Mujin’s shout came out without me knowing, Cheongmyeong rose up from the cliff.
“Jang Ilsoooooo!”
The sword of Cheongmyeong flew like a flash and struck Jang Il-so’s head like a thunderbolt.
“Haha!”
Jang Il-so exploded into laughter and raised his hand to block Cheongmyeong’s sword.
Kwaaaaaaaaaa!
The rings on each of his fingers collided with the sword of Cheongmyeong, creating a loud roar.
Cheongmyeong’s distorted face.
And Jang Il-so’s face with a sneer.
The eyes of the two people clashed with their swords and hands.
