Noh Gang Ho (5)

 

"Stop this!"

The Southern Palace Martial Drama exclaimed vigorously, and unleashed the Emperor's Sword Sentence without a doubt.

A huge wave of air that crushes the area hinders the movement of the Hyukjin River.

At the same time, the infinitely condensed river qi under the sword of the Southern Palace Martial Arts created a brilliant flame of qi.

The moment the sword ring of the Southern Palace Martial Drama flew towards the Hyukjin River·

Whoops!

The Hyukjin River also fired innumerable fragments of the Pagum River.

The myriad shards of river qi melted in the flames of the sword ring.

It's like a moth being sucked into a flame.

As the shards of the river he shot melted away. Hyukjin Kang once again added Gangqi to the Buddha's righteousness.

Then, he swung his sword at the Southern Palace Martial Theater's sword wreath, which had lost a little strength.

Bang!!!

There was an unparalleled explosion, and once again, the strong qi of the Hyukjin River that had been enveloping the Buddha melted into the sword ring.

"Phew..."

After being pushed back for about three chapters, he took a light breath and straightened his posture.

It was thanks to the shards of the sword steel that were first thrown and the power of the sword steel that encased the Buddha that had weakened the power of the sword ring.

Even if the power of the sword ring had been weakened, the sword would not dare to withstand its power, but the strength of the sword made it possible for him to make such a reckless attempt.

'After all... It's a strange weapon."

Like a swordsman who had gone through countless actual battles, the Namgung Martial Drama calculated the flow of the battle in his head.

If he wanted to defeat Hyukjin Kang, he would have to dodge the fire and shove his sword directly into his body.

Or he had to strike a blow so hard that he could overcome that ignorant sturdy fire.

Common sense dictated that the former was the right thing to do.

If the difference in the level of weapons is serious, then clashing with your opponent can only be a handshake.

However, in order to avoid colliding with his opponent's weapon, he had to use Yu (柳) to drain his opponent's strength, or he had to use his pleasure (快) to put his sword on his body before his opponent's defense.

However, there was no such thing as pleasure and pleasure in the group that the Southern Palace Martial Arts had accumulated.

Of course, he had already reached the realm of heights, and he had the ability to perform tricks of pleasure and kindness.

"If your opponent's strength is strong, you can just hit it with more force and press it."

It wasn't the way of the Southern Palace.

To give up the circle he had built up until he was nearly ninety years old was to deny his whole life.

Bang!!!

He said bluntly· Or foolishly, wielding only heavy and strong swords, they continued to fight.

Whoa!

Once again, the Pagum River of the Hyukjin River takes over all directions and flies in.

Bang!!

He slammed into the sword that flew towards his body, causing a roar to erupt.

Bang!!

The sword rivers, which are not smashed by the Southern Palace Martial Drama, hit the ground and explode the whole area with a roaring sound as if they had exploded like a wall bomb.

In the meantime, the Nangong Martial Drama, who once again unleashed the Foot Technique, instantly penetrated Hyuk Jin Kang and used the Changgong Martial Sword Technique to exchange moves with him.

Bang!

Every time the two men's rivers collided, there was an explosion, and the scenery around them changed every moment as the two men fought beyond the limits of human beings.

The violent qi waves and shards of qi created by the clash between the two men made it difficult for any of the warriors of the sect who were watching the life-and-death battle to intervene.

Hyuk Jin Kang, who was able to block the simple but efficient attack of the Southern Palace Martial Arts, was also clenching his teeth in his tightly closed mouth, despite his sullen expression.

The heavy sword of the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama was "real"·

He endures the power with the intensity of the fire, but his hand that holds the fire is only human.

Every time he exchanged days with the Southern Palace, a tingling pain came out of his hand.

"Phew· It looks like the mad inspiration has taken the elixir."

Hyuk Jingang He also took a few elixirs with the support of Xin Chen, but they were not comparable to the Tai Shangju of the Southern Palace, who was the Great Emperor of the Heavens.

The Hyukjin River managed to withstand the offensive of the Southern Palace Martial Arts, and in the middle of the attack, they counterattacked with the Pagum River, assessing the remaining internal attacks between the two sides.

When the opponent is tired· In order to fall behind myself and let my subordinates finish it off.

The Southern Palace Martial Arts also knew that Hyuk Jin Kang was thinking of such an idea. Still, he didn't care about that.

No, the Southern Palace Drama was focused on the present life-and-death decision, paying attention to such trivial matters.

He had only one interest.

How can I break that unrighteousness?

What is the most powerful sword that can break the absurd piece of unrighteousness?

And funnily enough...

The deeper he immersed himself in his troubles, the more only one thing came to his mind.

It was the last thing that Hyun-kwang had ever shown.

The one power that instantly extinguished the Emperor's Sword Ring that he had unleashed with all his might.

I tried to reach it, but I couldn't, so I had to leave after closing.

The Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama couldn't accept this fact, so it took the position of a Emperor's Sword again.

It may be a slap in the face.

However, if you deny what you have built up all your life, there is no point in living in the first place.

Controlling the entire area with a huge wave of qi, the Southern Palace Martial Drama once again superimposed a bet on the sword to create a sword wreath, and took a different approach than before.

Instead of simply shooting the sword pills, he picked up the sword with the sword ring and dug into the Hyukjin River.

Whoops!!

Without a doubt, the Hyukjin River unfolded the Pagum River and shot out countless fragments of the river.

The Southern Palace Martial Drama moved forward, eating the shards of Gangi with his sword ring.

He was feeling· As he struck away the shards of the river, the flame of the sword ring was gradually dying out.

If we continue like this, it will be no different than it was a moment ago.

Maybe it's because I was aware of that fact. The power of the light flashed back to his mind.

He, too, understood how the circle had unfolded.

A book that contains the enormous energy flowing in nature and unfolds the world.

It was an impossible feat for the Southern Palace Martial Artist, who had not yet reached the state where he could freely manipulate the nature keeper.

But·

I wonder if it's because I'm fighting a life-and-death battle with my adversary, unlike when I cut through the air alone.

"If I can't capture the energy of nature, why don't I put my energy back into nature?"

A very simple principle came to his mind that he had been too impatient to think of...

The moment his sword came close to the Hyukjin River and collided with the Buddha.

The immense energy that had been spread throughout the area to control the opponent's movements rushed towards the sword of the Southern Palace Martial Arts.

The heavy sword of the Southern Palace Family was created because the opponent could not use his power if he ran away or avoided him, so it was the Emperor's Sword Type.

It was inspired by the "Cheonma Reign Forest" of the previous Cheonma, which gave him the feeling of being with Jung Jersey for the first time, and was created by the Namgung Martial Arts Drama itself.

And at this moment·

The Emperor Sword Type took a step forward based on the power of the Prefecture.

If there is a difference, it is that if the power of the light of the light was the right to contain the world.

Bang!!!!

The sword of the Southern Palace Martial Arts was a sword that contained only himself.

Immediately after the collision·

The immense energy that had spread around him once again rushed into the sword of the Southern Palace Martial Theater, and the flame of the sword ring that had been dying out was once again raging.

“!!!”

It was only later that he realized what the Southern Palace Martial Drama had done, and there was surprise in his eyes.

Boom!!

Already, the sound of clear, clear metal was echoing from his fire.

It wasn't a slap in the face.

It was the sound of the fire being torn apart by the flames of the sword ring.

The blunt shape of the fire wound grew into a grotesque scar with countless wounds.

And before the sword ring of the Southern Palace Martial Arts completely cut the Buddha in two.

Zeng !!

With the sound of clear metal, the sword of the Southern Palace Martial Theater, which could not withstand the enormous energy, was shattered.

But that energy remained, and countless shards of the sword dug into every inch of Hyukjingang's body.

“컥····”

Covered in blood, as if he had been struck by his own sword steel, he bounced off into the distance and fell to the ground.

The Namgung Martial Arts Drama moved to finish off the Hyukjin River, which was barely clinging to its life.

"Kill the Southern Palace Sword Emperor!!"

The warriors of the Sado League, who had been watching Bimu until now, stood in his way.

However, the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama was neither embarrassed nor hesitant.

He snatched the sword of the man who stood in his way with a golden knife technique, and then swung the sword at him, smashing his opponent in two.

However, in the meantime, the warriors of the Sado Lotus were already surrounding the surroundings of the Southern Palace Martial Theater.

In addition, some of them began to flee to the Sado Lian, taking up the severely wounded and collapsed Hyukjin River.

And what followed was nothing short of a massacre.

Swinging his sword with a stream of strong energy, the Southern Palace Martial Drama slashed through those who stood in his way, one after another.

However, undeterred by his overwhelming force, the warriors of the Sado League continued to rush into the Southern Palace Martial Theater.

Many of them were from Xincheon, and they had begun to lay down their lives in order to carry out the last orders given by the Hyukjin River.

They fought like a slaughterer.

Surrounded by the Southern Palace Theater, they attacked from all directions at the same time.

Spatula ·

Even as his body was being cut off by the sword of the Southern Palace, he moved his body like a villain, trying to hold on to his body and hang down.

And as they expected, the Southern Palace Martial Drama that had fought with all their might had consumed a lot of internal attack and physical strength.

Spatula ·

The sword wielded by the Warrior of the Dragon Realm scratched the forearm of the Southern Palace Martial Artist.

It was a very minor wound. There was nothing to prevent him from swinging his sword right away.

But the wound was a watershed moment.

The countless warriors of Safa who came to the Sado Reunion to participate in the war.

Frightened by the terrifying force of the Southern Palace Martial Theater, they stood back as if they were fighting the Southern Palace Martial Drama while the Warriors of the Saddo Alliance fought against the Hyukjin River.

Like the safa warriors, he was thinking of escaping at any moment.

However, the monstrous Namgoong Martial Drama is wounded, and blood flows from the wound.

It was only natural that the fact that the Southern Palace Martial Arts were also human in their minds as they were frightened suddenly came to mind.

‘··· What would happen if I killed him?'

"What if I kill the Southern Palace Martial Drama that even the Lord of the Apostles has won?"

Greed began to settle in the eyes of those who had been terrified.

In the meantime, countless warriors of the Apostles were killed by the sword wielded by the Southern Palace Martial Arts.

Spatula ·

After biting down on the Southern Palace Drama like a vice, a scratch appeared on his body again.

"Kill the Southern Palace Sword Emperor!!"

The warriors of Safa, who were creeping towards the Southern Palace Sword Emperor, saw this as an opportunity and rushed at him.

Hundreds of Safa warriors surrounded the entire southern palace martial arts, so the only thing that can be said is an isolated martial arts house.

The Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama was immersed in the sword, swinging it incessantly.

Spatula ·

“컥····”

Wedge!!

"Aaa

How many people did he kill in a trance?

'Why...?'

The Southern Palace Dance Drama felt a strange sensation.

The sword he wielded should have already cut his opponent in two. For some reason, the sword was moving slower than he intended.

It wasn't extreme concentration that slowed the flow of the world.

He didn't realize it, but his body, which had already reached the age of ninety, had reached its limit.

Kwachik·

The cost of not being able to accept the aging and sluggishness of the body was devastating.

Unlike the previous scratches, this time there was a fatal wound on his side.

"The Southern Palace Sword Emperor is tired!!"

"His throat belongs to me!! Get out of the way!!"

"Kill Me!!"

Looking at the enemies rushing at him from all directions again, he thought of the Heavenly Horse.

The man who possessed the greatest force in the world, but was finally destroyed by the combined attack of dozens of political faction masters.

That's why the Southern Palace Drama laughed.

"Uh-huh... Thousand Horses· But now it seems that the throne has surpassed you..."

Before he grew old and could no longer wield a sword, he burned the last flame.

Before I Die in Vain· At least he was able to defeat Hyukjin River and become the number one in the world.

Succeeded in creating the strongest sword as much as the Radiant Sphere.

"Isn't this a good life as an unmanned person?"

The old swordsman, his whole body covered in blood and his head covered in a bald, smiling heartily and swinging his sword.

As if he would never wield a sword again, as if he would never leave a regret.

How long was it to swing a sword endlessly?

When I didn't even have the energy to swing a sword, let alone lift a finger.

"Protect the Lord of the World!!"

Through his now blurred vision, he could see the banners of the Southern Palace Clans flying.

* * *

Changcheondae  who had left the Namgung Sega to rescue the Namgung Martial Theater, has returned to the Namgung Sega.

Carrying a single coffin·

“····”

There was only silence in the Namgong family.

And the owner of the family who went directly to the front gate of the Namgoong Sega family· Nangong Changhui approached the coffin·

“··· Are you satisfied now? Father·"

Looking at the Nangong Martial Drama lying on the coffin, Nangong Changhui muttered to himself, as if he was talking to himself.

For some reason, the corners of the Southern Palace's mouth seemed to rise with a smile in his eyes.

"My lord..."

The Great Master of Changtian approached Nangong Changhui and held out a piece of cloth in front of him.

"It is the will and bequest of the Lord of the Tai Sangha..."

There, before the Namgung Martial Arts Drama closed its eyes, At the end, there were a few words written in his own blood.

“··· The Lord said that this was the last trick of the Emperor's Sword Form."

The Moment of Death· He had left behind the trick he had learned in the life-and-death battle with Hyukjin Kang.

"Is there anything else you can add?"

“··· He said that the sword of the Southern Palace is the best in the world."

Nangong Changhui, who had squeezed his eyes shut for a moment at Chang Tian's words, opened his eyes instead of shedding tears, and suddenly walked away.

"Follow the Soga-ju ...

Leading his son, the owner of the small family, Namgong Jincheon, he headed to Gajujeon.

Nangong Jinchen's eyes were red and bloodshot.

My grandfather, who had been an idol all my life, passed away.

As the owner of the Great Nangong Family, I tried not to shed tears, but I couldn't prevent my eyes from getting red.

"Father?"

In the meantime, Nangong Jinchen asked in a voice that wondered why his father had suddenly turned here.

Instead of answering his son's question, he pulled out his heirloom.

Spatula!

Suddenly, the sword wielding was cut by the Southern Firmament Spear Hui, which was hung above the entrance with the words "The Greatest Sword in the World" written on it.

In an instant, holding one of the two pieces in his hand, Nan Firmament handed it to his son.

"Hang this on your father's tombstone."

Nangong Jinchen lowered his head and looked at the saccharine that Nangong Changhui had given him.

Only four letters remained on the truncated slice.

[The best in the world]