(No. 1 in the world) (3)

 

Even though he had returned after seven months, the mountain situation in Songshan was too familiar to Mu Jin.

But I didn't have time to enjoy the mountains.

It was because of the huge presence of the old sword beast that could be felt in the back.

The Southern Palace Martial Drama, which had not opened its mouth at all since the conversation related to Tenma,

Now that he thinks about it, Mujin wondered if the reason he kept his mouth shut was to concentrate on the battle with Hyunguang.

As he climbed Songshan and got closer to Shaolin, he felt a heavy weight that he couldn't resist from the Southern Palace Martial Drama behind him.

“····”

In the end, Mu Jin and his companions hurriedly had to climb Songshan without saying a word.

And by the time I grew tired of that horrible, heavy silence... Mu Jin and his companions managed to reach the mountain gate of Shaolin.

"You're finally back!!"

Just as they had done in the shaman's sea sword, the Shaolin disciples at the mountain gate were about to welcome Mu Jin's party.

However, because of the heavy presence behind Mujin's group, their gaze naturally turned to the old man behind Mujin's group.

“··· Who is the Lord who is threatening our Shaolin disciples?"

The apprentice guarding the prose asked, narrowly controlling the seething bet.

However, it was Mu Jin who answered his question, not the old man.

"This is the old master of the Southern Palace Sword Emperor. He came to Shaolin with us to have a secret dance with his grandfather."

“!!!”

Ripples dwell in the eyes of the disciple who guarded the prose.

One of the three most powerful people in the world came to Shaolin. They may ask for proof of identity or doubt the truth.

‘··· There's no doubt about it."

He felt that a man who exuded such a presence just by standing still would be enough to be called the Three Swords of the World.

However, no matter how much the other party was the Southern Palace Sword Emperor, he had to do what he had to do as a disciple who guarded the mountain gate.

"I'm going to report to the head monk. Could you please wait a minute?"

No one was allowed to enter Shaolin without Shaolin's permission.

“····”

Nangong Martial Drama was silent for a moment, and looked at the Shaolin disciple who dared to stop him.

By the time Mujin and the others were wondering if that bimu-crazed old man would go on a rampage, they raised their bets just in case.

Looking at the disciple of Li Tai, Nangong Mu said in a tone that seemed to control his emotions.

"I'll give you a lot of time..."

At the answer, Mu Jin and the others who were by the side of the Southern Palace Martial Drama breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, the Great Disciple Li, who was guarding the mountain gate, paid tribute to the Nangong Martial Drama as the head of the class, and hurried into the Shaolin Interior.

But I just didn't want to show it. When he turned around, his body was drenched in cold sweat.

‘··· I can't even protect the mountain gates without a fence."

Mujin was amazed at the courage of the master who knew the gap between him and his opponent and stood in the way.

After the Great Disciple left, There was silence in the prose.

The Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama just folded his arms and his mouth closed, staring at the mountain gate.

Mujin's mouth was about to dry as he watched. Nangong Mu Drama muttered as he folded his arms.

"Did you come?"

And a few seconds after the words of the Southern Palace Drama ended... With a bustling sound, several monks appeared at the entrance of the mountain gate.

Shaolin master Chen Chen and several other party leaders and members. On top of that, the leader of the Shaolin Hundred Eight Nahan, Hyedam·

However, the eyes of the Southern Palace Drama were not directed at them.

Looking at the old man slowly approaching behind them, the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama opened his mouth.

"It's been a while..."

"Hehehe... It's been more than forty years since I last saw him, so it's been a long time. Namgoong senpai·"

Even against the heavy presence of the Southern Palace Martial Arts, Hyungwang was nothing but a void.

Xuanguang even greeted the Nangong Martial Drama and looked at Mu Jin leisurely.

"Mu Jin also had a hard time coming with the senior of the Southern Palace..."

"Disciple of the Buddha· I've just returned to Shaolin after finishing my work."

"Right now, I still have a conversation with the senior of the Southern Palace, so let's get to that in a moment."

"I'll be waiting for you..."

When Mu Jin bowed to the class leader, Hyun Guang shook his head and turned his gaze back to the Southern Palace Martial Theater.

Watching the whole scene, the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama felt a strange sensation.

He couldn't feel any signs of Hyunguang behaving so comfortably in front of him.

To be precise, I could feel the aura of a human, but I didn't feel any of the unique aura of a Murim person.

It feels like you're dealing with ordinary people.

It was because of that strange sensation that the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama found the light at once.

All of those who rushed to the prose gate were masters, and the only thing that left them was the aura of the light.

And in this case, it was inevitable that they would be split into one or the other.

If the opponent is a Yang Min who has really not mastered martial arts...

‘··· Genga, who said that Yunhe's words were true..."

You're so overwhelming that you can't feel yourself.

It was a situation that he had never experienced since he gave up his job as the head of the family and went out on a non-martial job.

But he wasn't foolish enough to deny it. Nor was he a coward who would flee out of fear because his opponent was a master.

"Have you heard the reason for my visit?"

"I've heard that you want to have a secret with the monk."

"The answer?"

"If you say no, you won't accept it, so you can't help it. Hehehe· But if you were to go on a mudding rampage here, the walls of Shaolin would be about to collapse, so why don't you move the place?"

"I don't..."

At the answer of the Southern Palace Drama, Hyunguang turned first and headed somewhere.

They were followed by Shaolin martial arts and Mujin and others who came to the mountain gate, and the last was the Southern Palace Martial Theater.

After a while, he arrived at a place that was familiar to Mujin.

They had arrived in the open clearing where Xuanguang had been at odds with Yunhe Jinyin in the past.

"Monk Chief·"

"Yes· Eye-popping execution·"

"Please wait here with the disciples. Just in case, you might get caught up."

"I will..."

After saying this to Ambassador Hyuncheon, Hyunkwang stepped out into the clearing. Finally, I sent a message to Mujin.

– I'm going to keep an eye on this Bimu this time.

While Mujin was puzzled by the sound.

After stopping the Shaolin disciples at the end of the clearing, Xuanguang headed to the center of the clearing, and the Nangong Martial Drama also went to the opposite side of the clearing without saying a word.

For a very short time, confronting Hyun-gwang in the clearing.

The Southern Palace Drama took the initiative first.

It was a sword that contained the essence of the spear palace martial sword technique that he had shown in his duel with Yunhe Jinin.

Looking at the heavy sword that was pressing in all directions, the Shaolin disciples couldn't help but sob.

Everyone felt their heads burn as they thought of ways to stop the sword.

However, when he met the sword, he still had a blank smile on his face.

And then the wind began to blow.

The wind wrapped around the sword of the Southern Palace, but the sword of the Southern Palace Martial Drama tore the wind to shreds, as if defying the laws of nature.

Naturally, the wind tore apart and the screams of nature echoed like a ghostly song.

It was the sword of the Southern Palace Martial Drama, which had been endlessly creating demons, but by the time his sword swayed by the wind reached Hyunguang, the sword had already lost all its strength.

Hyunguang took a leisurely step back, waving his right arm in a relaxed manner.

And the Naturekeeper, who began to dance to his will, created a strange phenomenon.

Boom!

The firearms that gathered around the Southern Palace Sword Emperor materialized and tried to eat the Southern Palace Sword Emperor's body.

"Suck it!"

In an instant, the Southern Palace Martial Arts unfolded his sword shield to block the fire that was coming at him, and then swung his sword at Hyunguang again.

Whenever that happened, Hyunguang would borrow the power of the wind or use a shield made of natural keepers to block the sword attack of the Southern Palace Martial Arts.

At that time, the screams created by nature reverberated through the clearing, and every time Hyungwang made a light gesture of his hand, strange natural phenomena unfolded towards the Namgung Dance Theater, like a butterfly effect.

Lightning strikes, sparks, and flesh-slashing winds.

All the while, the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama managed to block or dodge the strange attacks, swinging its sword in pursuit of the Manifesto like a villain.

“····”

Mu Jin could not keep his mouth shut at the direction of the wonderful battle.

Mu Jin was eager to get something out of this Bimu at the behest of Hyun Guang, but he felt that this was not Bimu.

It almost looked like a battle between the Buddha and Sun Wukong on the palm of his hand.

'What can I get?'

The harmony of the Hyunguang was so distant, Mu Jin's gaze was constantly directed at the Southern Palace Martial Drama instead of the Hyunguang.

Rather, he aimed at the martial arts of the Southern Palace Martial Arts, but the realm of the Radiance was so high that he didn't even know how to climb it.

The Namgung Dancer, who had been acting like a foolish human being against nature, suddenly had his hair in a mess and opened his mouth.

"It's like a hex."

"Hehehe... How can a mere human comprehend the world?"

"You're not human, are you?"

Instead of answering the question of the Southern Palace Drama directly, Hyunguang smiled gently for a moment.

“··· It's just borrowing a little bit of the power of nature."

"I didn't come here to have a good question-and-answer with you..."

Nangong Mu Drama said, adjusting his sword.

"If you're running away with some weird tricks, it's just a matter of not letting them escape."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama was taking a flag ceremony.

Turn your body diagonally, one step forward with your left side and one step back with your right foot.

Then he pulled back his right arm, which held the sword, and folded his elbow halfway, as if he were about to unleash a thrust.

Emperor's Sword Sacrifice Ceremony·

제왕통천세 (Emperor Tongtian) ·

Huge air waves began to flow out around the Southern Palace Martial Drama, which had taken the posture created to pierce the sky.

The waves began to suppress all moving things around them.

“··· After all, human qi is also a part of the world."

The light at the center of it was moving in vain, as if it were free from all these phenomena.

Moving his body leisurely, he suddenly realized the most basic posture of Shaolin Martial Arts. I was preparing to take over the government.

Gulp·

Some Shaolin masters who were looking at the Xuanguang posture swallowed dryly.

He instinctively realized that this was the most perfect and most natural way to throw at the regime.

In the meantime, the Southern Palace Martial Drama was pouring a huge amount of internal forces into the sword pole and creating a sword ring.

On the other hand, since Hyungwang didn't have the inner air in his body, a huge amount of natural keepers began to gather in his fist.

And the moment when the Southern Palace Martial Drama was ready, he threw out his sword and sent a sword pill out.

In line with the regime that Hyunguang had unleashed, a golden glow radiated towards the Southern Palace Martial Theater.

The two intense energies collided in the center, but there was not a single noise.

"Huh..."

It was just that the sword wreath of the Southern Palace Martial Drama touched the golden radiance and returned to nothingness.