Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 225

Chapter 225

bang! Kwak! bang!

The three thunderbolts that shook the West Bank.

The face of Muk-yeong, a black shadow who had been disguised as Mok-chun, Jong-nam’s great master, became more and more distorted.

It remains even after knowing the identity of Byeokryeokseong.

Four subordinates who followed him. He turned his enemies’ eyes to open a way for himself, and eventually met his death.

I had to break through. We must not waste the valuable opportunity created by our subordinates.

I had to get out of here and inform Yeoneundang, and I had to warn the palace. that they had clues to find them. that the existence of the mark was revealed.

That’s why Muk-young was running with all his might, cutting again and again.

Thanks to that, the range of pursuit became longer, and the encirclement could not be easily narrowed, probably because they had recognized the fact that they had explosives.

I had to take a chance.

I thought that once I found a gap, I would pour all my strength into breaking through.

“He’s aiming for the left!”

The call of the volcano plum swordsman who seemed to be the chief of the siege.

First of all, you have to kill him to reduce the organic power of the siege net.

Wow.

Muk-young’s thighs, which had trampled on the ground with all their might, swelled up as if they were about to explode.

had to be done at once.

You should put all your strength into a single blow to pierce a hole in the Maehwa Swordsman’s neck, and aim for the moment they shake.

The muscles in the thighs and calves swelled and screamed, and the moment the energy that had been hit in Yongcheon’s blood exploded, Muk-young’s new model was fired like a flash war.

Fain!

As he flew in with his sword straight, the Maehwa Swordsman, who hadn’t expected it, tried to strike it with a startled expression, but it was already too late.

Daang!

Maehwa Swordsman’s sword bounced off the floor, and the tip of the dagger held by Muk-yeong aimed at his throat without losing momentum.

“……!”

what?

For an instant, the flow of time slowed down as if it had stopped, and the Maehwa Swordsman, who had to pierce his throat, moved away in an instant.

And another person to fill that spot.

Caga river!

“Kuk!”

chin!

The impact was so intense that it made my wrists feel sore, but I couldn’t even fully scream. For the opponent who struck him with his own sword immediately reached out and grabbed his chin.

The distance was too close to avoid his hand.

Wormwood!

With the force of pressing down on both sides of the chin, another hand entered the gaping mouth.

Wood deok!

How to describe this kind of suffering?

The hand that had entered his mouth grabbed Muk-young’s lower teeth and pulled them out.

“Ah!”

Muk-young screamed at the pain he felt for the first time in his life and stepped back.

“Big… … .”

A figure standing in front of him, his face all distorted in pain.

Shameless sword Jinmu.

The moment he appeared, everything stopped.

Both the pursuer who followed him and the encirclement net that followed him stopped and looked at the two.

“Jimmu Dojo!”

Ho Hyeon-gae, who followed after Muk-young, shouted in delight, but Jin-mu, who saved Maehwa Swordsman by grabbing the back of his back and striking him, just grinned and looked down at his hand.

“Can’t you just kill yourself?”

A poison pouch for self-determination rested on his bloodied hand. He tore it out with his lower teeth in Muk-young’s mouth and smiled happily inappropriately for the situation.

“The Shameless Swordsman.”

“Oh, it’s me. Wangchun, this chewy. ”

Who would spit out swear words with a smile like that? Moreover, he was rolling his teeth that he had just pulled out here and there as if playing with a toy.

“Hey, it looks like you’ve almost finished everything, surrender. Then it ends nicely.”

“…….”

surrender? crazy sound.

“Don’t talk nonsense that doesn’t work.”

Mukyeong grabbed the sword backwards and glared at Jinmu while lowering his posture.

“Dogs, that’s harsh. I thought about it a lot.”

“what?”

“I just need to hold you. Because that’s a promise. And hasuogye-tang. It was pretty tasty.”

What nonsense is this again? In such an urgent situation, you are doing such a cooking evaluation.

“Shut up!”

“Oh, I will take care of that. You surrender.”

“dog sound.”

“That’s right, talking rudely.”

Jinmu frowned at the continued swearing.

“Hey, you should be a bit more conscientious.”

“what?”

“Do you know how many people have been mobilized to catch you? 5,000 soldiers of the guard, 1,000 officers, and 500 soldiers of the Political Affairs League.”

From there to Haomen.

“If you do this, you have treated me ignorantly. Even the world’s most evil demonic lord, Bukri Docheon’s bastard, can’t be treated like this.”

What kind of blatant nonsense is this? Do you mobilize them to catch them and treat them?

“Looks like it’s too late to run away, and now there’s only one choice, right? It’s going to die.”

“…….”

“Then just surrender. It’s a good opportunity. Just answer the questions, and at this point convert and use your talents. If you open a guest cup and make and sell Hasuogyetang, it will be a jackpot, you. Are you going to become rich? As a foodie, I swear.”

At Jinmu’s heartfelt advice, Mukyeong’s face turned red with anger and shame.

“Damn, dare… … .”

Muk-young, who gritted his teeth to make a loud sound, put his hand in his chest.

“Po, explosives!”

At the same time as Ho Hyeon-gae’s cry, Muk-yeong’s hand pulls the wick, and at that moment, Jin-mu’s hand extends like a thunderbolt.

blah blah!

“Kuk!”

Muk-yeong was more surprised by what had happened to her than the pain of hurting her hand.

I didn’t see it moving.

The hand pulling the wick was horribly crushed, and the top of the explosives was shattered along with the wick.

Mukyeong looked at Jinmu with trembling eyes.

the first place to stand. I didn’t even move a single step from the spot.

“Surprised. It’s pretty famous. Haven’t you ever heard of the Shaman Sipdangeum?”

“…….”

The Shaman’s Sipdangeum.

The skill of a shaman who has never missed the top spot in Gyeokjangbeop.

If the Myeonjang is a banquet that exerts its maximum power at the last moment by making thirty-six changes, the Sipdangeum is a rare jangbeop that rises without feeling released and subdues everything.

I’ve heard of it, but it’s the first time I’ve actually seen it.

“Awesome. I thought he was an excellent swordsmith because he was a shaman.”

“Yes, swordsmithing is my specialty. But the main specialty is recommendation.”

Jinmu twirls and smiles.

“By the way, do you understand common sense? Doesn’t she feed her subordinates with solitude, threatening to kill her if she divulges her secret? If you get caught, don’t you teach them to commit suicide? Isn’t that normal?”

“Hey, are you trying to appease me?”

“Do not misunderstand. I’m not normally that kind of person, but today is the last time. So I’m going to give you some generosity. After handing you over… … .”

I’m thinking of leaving the Jeongmu-maeng, this is it.

What a monumental day. So think carefully, when you give it a chance.

“I admit that you are excellent. Because with you alone, our long-planned plans almost collapsed in an instant. But now, with my death, you will be pursued for the rest of your life. By assassins you would never have thought of!”

Muk-young’s pupils glowed with a dark, murderous spirit, and his sword rose vertically.

towards his chin.

Suga each! Awesome!

“……!”

The sword that should have pierced through his chin and protruded from the top of his head fell to the floor. with her own hands.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed wrist, but all Muk-yeong could see was a sword floating in the air.

It had been dropped by a volcanic soldier a while ago.

“Huh, empty space?”

“The level is low. It’s a sword, it’s a sword.”

“I win… … .”

“I told you. His specialty is swordsmanship.”

crazy.

Is winning one sword at a time your only specialty? The burial method of ten dangeum is your main specialty?

“Anyway, I can’t because I keep trying to die.”

Jinmu’s fingers flicked lightly as he scratched the back of his head with one hand.

Whoop, whoop!

Along with the momentary tingling sensation, Muk-yeong’s eyes trembled violently as she lost control of her body and fell to the floor. Her demonic blood was subdued by the wind of her Jinmu.

Jinmu, who casually threw away Mukyeong’s teeth that he had been holding in his hand until then, glanced back at Hohyeongae and opened his mouth.

“Please stop the bleeding.”

“…….”

However, Ho Hyeon-gae, who was supposed to stop the bleeding, just stood there with a stunned expression as if he couldn’t hear Jinmu’s words.

It was worth it.

The gold medal is amazing, but it’s a winning sword.

Aren’t they both legendary swordsmiths? How could one use both?

Doesn’t this look like a combination of the best swordsmanship and the best martial artist Jinryong?

I couldn’t believe it at all, but not only did I see it, but everyone around me saw and heard it.

“Ho Hyeon-gae!”

“… … yes?”

“To stop the bleeding. Are you going to kill me?”

Hohyeongae suddenly came to his senses due to Jinmu’s annoyance and hurriedly approached Mukyeong.

After the bleeding has stopped to some extent, tear the cloth to seal the wound.

“Let’s see, I might get killed during the interrogation.”

Jinmu came to Mukyeong’s side and squatted down.

“…….”

Jinmu grabbed his wrist and pushed his energy into Mukyeong’s body.

hot heat? no way?

“I caught a solitude a while ago. That’s why I roughly know the habits of the buglings.”

“…….”

Muk-young’s eyes wide open.

The energy of Jinmu began to penetrate Muk-young’s body like a guide in the desert.

and.

Cheeik!

The sudden heat melted away the solitude that had been frightened and fled.

Of course, only Muk-yeong and Jin-mu would know that sound.

“Okay, it’s over!”

Jinmu stood up while shaking his hands and smiled at Hohyungae.

There was no need to suck energy from Muk-young. It’s possible, but now the energy isn’t built up with the technique, there are a lot of eyes to see, and I got all the necessary skills from Yang So-bang.

“Ho Hyeon-gae.”

“yes. Shameless sword!”

Seeing his demeanor, Ho Hyeon-gae’s answer and attitude were all the more polite.

“With this guy, the rest of them will catch it right away, right?”

“Oh! This is your wise word. All of these are feats accomplished by Jinmu Dojo.”

too much praise

In any case, since he kept his promise, he paid the price for the courtesy of Yang. Now all he had to do was done.

“Well then, take care of this guy on your own and disband.”

“yes? Dissolution?”

sound natural.

“I also caught the trio, and the interrogation is something you have to do on your own in the open. What else is left?”

“… … Oh no. Let’s go together. The old man is coming with his servants.”

So what?

You don’t have to meet the sheep again.

When they met, there was no doubt that they would try to pamper them again while talking about things like ‘in exchange for giving their inner strength’ and ‘in exchange for keeping secrets’.

Yang Xiaobang is just a beggar slave, not a master.

“I am busy. I must go.”

“yes? but.”

But, it’s the upper limit. Why are you so soggy when you say you’re going?

“Then stop!”

Fain!

Jinmu didn’t even listen to Hohyeongae’s answer and immediately left the place.

Ho Hyeon-gae, as well as all the warriors, watched blankly as Jinmu disappeared.

“Huh, what a great person. Aren’t you a true guru? Don’t you feel sorry for the enemy and try to persuade them to set up an inn? To kill solitude and to value even your life. All soldiers of the Jeongmu-maeng should watch and learn. cancer!”

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement with Ho Hyun-gae’s muttering.

Without knowing the truth, misunderstandings piled up. I said this because Hasuogye-tang was really delicious, but I felt sorry for the cooking skills.

* * *

Crisp.

“……!”

A middle-aged man with a slickly handsome appearance frowned at the sound emanating from a porcelain bottle on the table.

A porcelain bottle small enough to fit in one hand, with the Chinese character Muk (墨) written on it.

Pong.

When I opened the stopper blocking the entrance, acrid smoke and a terrible smell leaked out.

The solitude that was in him died.

“Mukyoung.”

A bitter voice came out of the man’s mouth.

It was the death of a subordinate who had been his limb for a long time, but the man’s expression was so calm.

“Shameless sword. Is it you again?”

Talking as if he knew the evil beast, he was Mu-yeong, the head of Yeoneun-dang, who was in charge of the information of the Three Palaces.