Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 1307

Episode 1307 If the other person is you, you have to give in. (1)

Quang!

My heart was pounding like crazy.

‘This…’

Uuuuuuuung!

Those who attack with violence, those who retreat in fear, those who don’t know what to do, and those who shout loudly.

All their hostility and murder poured out at once.

However, rather than shrinking, Nangong Dowi increased his momentum even more.

I felt like every single hair on my body stood on end.

A feeling of elation greater than fear enveloped Nangung Dowi.

Muhak means accumulating and accumulating.

The same thing is repeated endlessly over a long period of time, to the point where the word ‘past’ is appropriate.

The goal is to create a tower that will reach the sky out of thin paper.

Everything that has been built up over the past time is exploding now.

Changcheon Shingeom (蒼天神劍), the symbol of the Namgung family.

The sword in Nangong Emperor’s hand now emitted an extremely intense white light in Nangong Daowei’s hand.

Nangong Daowi raised the sword with internal power pushed into it.

‘no!’

The back of Emperor Nangong flashes before my eyes.

If it had been Emperor Namgung, he would have lowered his sword in one fell swoop and cut in two everyone who stood in his way.

But he is not Emperor Nangong.

At least not yet.

I may be able to reach his level someday, but right now it’s impossible.

Even if it is possible, you should not pursue it.

The internal force that had been pushed in excessively was recovered in an instant.

Namgung’s sword is extremely honest.

In a straight line, use as much power as you can and push down on the enemy.

Namgung Dowi never once doubted Namgung’s sword.

I have firmly believed that this is the sword that should be wielded by the person who leads the Namgung family.

But not now.

The sword of the volcano, the memorization of the Tang dynasty, and the fan of Lim So-byeong informed us.

This means that pulling out and suppressing everything is not enough.

Degree does not mean manner.

Degree means where you are heading.

Even if his sword is not worthy of Namgung, if his intentions are worthy of the name of Namgung, his sword is still worthy of the title.

Gooooo!

Power commensurate with his capabilities began to condense at the tip of the sword.

Power is preserved as much as possible while waste is reduced as much as possible.

It is not to destroy the enemy.

The sword, filled with the will to swing even one more sword, fell from the sky to the ground.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A white cannonball fell in the middle of enemy lines.

Namgung Dowi rushed through the rising dust.

Quang!

It hit the chest of the half-fainted person and struck off the head of the person who was trying to quickly raise the shield again.

‘One more step!’

Not all enemies have been eliminated yet.

If it had been before, I would have tried to strike one more sword here and completely destroy the enemy.

But instead of doing so, Namgung Dowi immediately kicked the ground and moved forward.

The warriors of Sapaeryeon, who were momentarily confused, reflexively thrust their spears at Namgung Dowi.

The degree of training seemed to be unusual, and even the spear strikes that were struck at random were extremely sharp.

But at that moment.

Kaga River!

The spear strike that was flying towards Namgung Dowi bounced away at once.

“Keep going!”

Baekcheon, who defended from behind, quickly cut down those who were aiming for Namgung Dowi’s flank.

Nangung Dowi was already running forward before Baekcheon finished speaking.

Now I know. How is trust built?

The other person’s personality? Grand meaning? The other person’s identity? That’s not even funny.

That may be meaningful outside of the battlefield, but on the battlefield, it doesn’t even have the same meaning as a grain of rice.

There is only one trust in this battlefield.

Knowing what’s on your opponent’s sword. That’s what believing is.

There was no way Baekcheon would stand by and see Nangong Daowi’s side being pierced.

There’s no way Hyeyeon would just sit there and watch the enemy jump on Namgung Dowi’s head.

Namgung Dowi was sure.

If he gets tired, someone will be willing to take his place, and if he is in danger, Cheongmyeong will definitely come running.

‘You don’t have to shout out loud for me to trust you.’

They will evaluate him as he evaluates them.

So, if you want to gain trust, you should prove what you have built up on his sword, rather than just show off and show off what you have in your hand.

Coo!

Nangong Daowi’s feet stomped on the ground as if it would collapse.

At the same time, his waist twisted and turned backwards.

A posture where the lower body remains the same and only the upper body is twisted backwards.

There is no such posture in the Iron Sword Twelve Style, the Changgung Muae Sword Technique, or the Emperor Sword Style.

So, naturally, it did not suit the name Namgung.

You must keep your eyes on the enemy.

You must keep your back straight and look straight at the enemy.

This is an absolute principle that must never be violated in Namgung’s swordsmanship.

But at this moment, Nangong Daowi broke that principle himself.

Taking your eyes off the enemy means inviting danger yourself.

But the current Namgung Dowi can do that.

It is possible.

Because there is always someone by his side who can prevent that crisis.

Paaaaaa!

Baekcheon’s sword energy flew like a lightning strike and struck down the spears rushing towards Nangungdowi one after another.

Hearing the metallic sound coming from the front, Nangung Dowi grabbed his sword with all his might.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Paaaaaa!

A dazzling white light erupted like a half moon from his body, which rotated with force.

As if a waterfall was pouring down, an enormous sword energy flew horizontally towards the enemies.

“Huh!”

Those at the front were horrified and raised their shields.

Quang!

The hand holding the shield twisted with a harsh explosion.

The shock was so great that it felt like my wrist would break at any moment, and blood flowed back from my mouth.

‘But I still managed to block it…’

But at that moment, those holding the shields widened their eyes.

Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!

The sword energy cut through the shield made of solid iron.

“Oh no…!”

Quaaaaaaa!

The white sword energy that split a thick shield the size of a person’s height like a piece of paper soon dug into the human body.

Even a three-year-old child can tell what the result will be.

Taaaaang!

With a bursting sound like a thick rubber band being snapped, the body, split in two, flew like a kicked ball.

It was a sight that shocked not only the enemy’s morale but also the allies who followed.

“…execution. “The next time I am born, please send me to Namgung.”

“I used to say it was Shaolin.”

“That guy also crossed the line. “What is that?”

“Stop talking bullshit and get out there, man!”

“Oh really!”

Jo Geul jumped over the head of Nangong Daowi, who momentarily lost strength, and rushed forward.

“I don’t want to stand in front of those two people! “At least give me a mask to cover my face!”

Jo Geol scolded and raised his sword.

Unlike his constantly chattering mouth, his eyes were frighteningly calm.

Suddenly, Jo Geol came running out, and the embarrassed enemies reflexively raised their spears.

But Jo Geol did not miss the opportunity.

“Your attitude has grown, you idiots!”

I love you so much!

Zhao Geol’s sword, split into dozens, flew forward quickly like a memorized Tang song.

Geomyoung was able to penetrate into the gap of the opponent whose movements had increased while dealing with Namgung Dowi.

Phew! Phew!

Even if you use all your skills, it is a quick sword that will be difficult to block.

Since I faced that sword in a disheveled posture, the result was as obvious as seeing fire.

“Aaaah!”

“Ugh!”

Those with holes in their bodies stepped back, clutching their wounds.

Just as Jo Geol was about to chase after him and attack again, someone grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

“uh?”

Nangung Do-wi, who pushed Jo Geol back and stepped forward, stepped forward.

“No, Lord Soga! “Don’t overdo it…”

Those words about not overdoing it kept bothering me.

‘Those damn volcanoes.’

They take for granted whether their bones break or their flesh ruptures, and they look on with worry even when others are just out of breath next to them.

The reason I feel untrustworthy in that gaze is not simply because Namgung Dowi is twisted. I know.

In their eyes, Namgung Do-wi will still be seen as a strong young chick.

However, these people probably did not gain experience crossing the line from the beginning.

They too must have had first times and had times when they were immature.

‘You guys must have been holding swords at times like that.’

Someone wouldn’t have protected it like it is now, saying it was okay to do it in moderation.

therefore…!

‘Don’t mess around with people!’

Namgung Dowi pushes internal power into the sword.

If they have confidence, he has pride in being Namgoong’s legitimate son.

Now, rather than being proud, it feels like a heavy burden on his shoulders, but Namgung Do-wi has never forgotten that pride.

He is not relaxed enough to proceed cautiously only on the path paved for him by someone else.

If you have to, you have to jump into it even if it is a rough, thorny path that will tear your skin.

“Taaaaaaaaaap!”

He lifted his sword once again.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa where who who who who who?

Enemies caught in the explosion caused by the sword energy were unable to even scream and were thrown away.

“You son of a bitch!”

However, the sword energy that was released one after another was not as uniform as before.

There were people who overcame the sword energy and rushed at it.

Just as Nangung Dowi’s knees were shaking for a moment, someone ran in front of him from behind and blocked him.

“You grew up alone.”

Isn’t it Jo Geol or Cheongmyeong?

It was neither.

I love you so much!

Ten blades emitted from both hands of the party flag cut through the air.

The Twelve Blades.

The season of the Tang family began in the Tang family and was completed in the hands of Tang Bao.

Absolute Violence, completed with countless bloodshed right here in Gangnam, began to divide this battlefield once again.

There are ten prayers, not twelve.

It cannot even be compared to the Twelve Beatitudes practiced by Tang Bao, but it was more than enough to deal with the ordinary warriors of the Sapae Rian.

Quack! Quack! Quack!

Even the handle got stuck in the foreheads of those who were running towards them.

They died in an instant and fell backwards without even moaning.

Non-Dosul is truly a terrifying form of martial arts.

Once the secretion has been released, it is almost impossible to get it back.

Therefore, those who use martial arts can never demonstrate their skills in martial arts and sparring.

The only place where Bido reveals its true power is on the battlefield.

It was a battlefield where there was no need to fight while protecting the opponent’s life.

Moreover, it is easy to become distracted on the battlefield.

Is there anything more terrifying than secretly flying rain while loud noises and screams echo from all directions?

Wow!

With a snap of a finger, the blade that had pierced the enemy’s skull flew through the air and was sucked into the hand of the party leader.

“Dowi!”

“yes!”

“good!”

The party leader stepped aside.

As if giving the front to him.

And Namgung Dowi immediately threw himself towards the path opened by the party flag.

‘If I can’t even achieve this!’

He stomped hard on the ground.

His sword soared into the sky.

The tip of the sword pointed at the vast expanse of the sky.

‘I don’t have the courage to see my father!’

The downward blow powerfully and magnificently tore the world apart.

The sword energy, as if Emperor Nangong had materialized, transformed into a huge white light and swept away those who stood in his way.

Quaaaaaaa!

The blow split the battlefield in half. The white sword energy rose like an illusion and disappeared in an instant.

Those in the lead could clearly see the road leading to a long, clearly divided valley.

“It’s open!”

“Run straight ahead!”

The moment when Namgung Do-wi gritted his teeth and tried to run out.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and stepped forward.

“Now it’s my turn, Lord.”

Namgung Do-wi, who had exhausted all his strength, gasped and laughed.

“If the other person is you, you have to give in.”

Hyeyeon, the best player in Shaolin, ran with an uncharacteristically stern face.