Murim Login Chapter 255

Chapter 255

Udangtang!

Jeok Chun-gang, who jumped up from his seat, did not even notice that the chair was round.

All of his senses were focused on only one person, Jong Li Choo.

“This.”

It was a short enough moment to be called an instant, but I definitely felt it.

Air waves emitted from the pendulum.

It was so powerful that it instantly opened my eyes.

“Reproaching Guijin (返璞歸眞)… … You were hiding your power.”

The words that Papa Guengdao muttered like a groan were shocking.

Returning back. It is a level that makes you look like a normal person even though you have learned martial arts. The bulging solar blood enters, and you can freely control your own momentum.

And in order to achieve this level, it was necessary to step into the realm beyond the peak.

In the realm of transcendence allowed only to great warriors.

“That young guy is a master of transcendence?

Are you guys crazy? I mean, does that make sense?”

Goengdo and Jeokcheongang shook their heads at the words that the king of Byeokryukdo urged.

“Amitabha. Then, Peng Shiju, how are you going to explain this situation?”

“He is a guy who has reached the stage of rebuttal.

And that’s enough to fool our eyes.”

The people in the upper seats who were listening to the conversation between the three opened their mouths.

From the preliminaries until now, Jong Lichu has always passed narrowly. I wonder if it even got ridiculed with the ridicule of a life-saving sword?

But not anymore.

For a short moment, the energy I felt from that lucky young warrior was enough to send chills down the spine of even the heads of the five great families and the Guilfang that ruled the world.

“What is this… … “

The king of the wall was unable to speak and kept his mouth shut.

He is also a master of transcendence and one of the Ten Kings. In his heart, he agreed with the idea of ​​the enemy Tiangang and Hong Dao, but he could not easily agree.

“How can a guy who hasn’t even been separated become a transcendent master?”

At that time, when the king of the thunderstorm muttered as if lamenting, a person who had been quietly watching the situation suddenly opened his mouth.

“It is possible.”

“what?”

People’s heads bent in the same direction.

Cheonmyeonhori Songho added a word to the look that seemed to be asking for an answer.

“If it’s a half-roofed child.”

“……!”

Leaving behind the astonishment spreading among the audience, Song-ho leaned against the back of the chair. And he stared at the pendulum with calm eyes.

‘Who the hell are you.’

The bigger the question in your mind grows, the bigger the pain you feel from the section that was cut out decades ago.

Song-ho knew it now. that this is no mere coincidence.

The day he became a one-legged man and the bell weight are closely related.

‘Reveal your true face.’

At that moment, the judge’s flag soared toward the sky.

* * *

shhh!

A red line that is swung without hesitation.

Cheongpung, who had only blinked while standing in place, turned around belatedly.

However, Zhonglichu’s blow was faster than he thought.

Awesome!

A burning pain radiates from his chest. A red dot sprouted from the island in front of the long cut.

An intense smell of blood that stings the nose.

“… … ah.”

Stepping back with a staggering step, Qin Qingfeng looked at Zhonglichu with a bewildered gaze.

He, whom he thought was a friend, no, was staring at Cheongpung with an unbearably calm gaze.

“Sorry. It went in too shallow.”

As he said, the sword wound was shallow. He only scratched the skin slightly, but other than that, there were no injuries.

However, the wounds suffered by Cheongpung were not limited to the cloth.

“Joe, bell pepper.”

He is the first friend I made after living in Moorim, no, twenty-two years.

He, who first reached out to be a friend, is now pointing a sword at him. Without hesitation, he swung his sword and cut his chest.

“Why the hell… … ?”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

Zhonglichu casually brushed off the blood on his sword.

“Isn’t this Moorim? Can you imagine, just by having a few conversations, you didn’t believe me like a stone when I was new to you, right?”

“……!”

“Looking at the expression, it seems to be true. Huh, how did you survive until now with such a mental head? I heard that you are a disciple of the Volcano Sect.”

Jong Lichu, who glanced at the volcanic patriarch Jang-in and Cheon-gum-in, who were seated in the upper seat, clicked his tongue.

“Jang Moon-in taught the student in a mess. It sucks.”

At those words, the tightly closed lips of the blue wind opened. Unlike before, his voice, which used honorifics, was low.

“It is my grandfather who taught me martial arts. Not him.”

“okay? I don’t know who it is, but it must be a senile old man. What is the nickname of the old man?”

“Sword Saint.”

“The Sword Master Masonry?”

As the blue wind nodded, an astonished exclamation erupted from the audience, which had been locked in silence.

There is no one here who does not know the prestige of the Geomseong Maijonghak. His name has long since become a living myth, but the disciple of the swordsman who disappeared during the time when rivers and mountains changed several times appeared.

That too right here!

Numerous people widened their eyes in shock, but only one person, Jong Lichu, was different.

“As a disciple of the Sword Saint… … “

Zhonglichu, who stroked his smooth chin as a habit, smiled.

“Then the Sword Saint is no big deal.”

“……!”

“A child is a child no matter how strong he is. You can’t just leave a guy like that by the river. In the mean time, it gets swept away by the river.”

Cheongpung suddenly remembered what his grandfather used to say.

‘Always keep in mind. The world is wide and the strong are many. Your martial arts haven’t been completed yet, so you should always be on the lookout for those with dark hearts.’

Even then, the words didn’t make much sense to me. Hwasan was peaceful and my time at Maesong was fun.

However, from one day, his curiosity about the outside world grew, and he eventually came out of the world without his grandfather’s knowledge.

and… … .

‘Ah, that was it.’

It seemed that now he knew what he meant.

It was only painful that he realized it only after shed blood on the sword of a friend he had dated for the first time in his life.

‘grandfather.’

Cheongpung grabbed the sword forcefully. The scent of blood lingering on the tip of her nose fades and her head clears.

Sureureung.

With the sound of hair standing up, a white sword body appeared.

At the same time, the air power that had been crouching in the danjeon rises up like a cloud, covering the blood vessels and spreading out in a lump.

Tsutsutsutsu!

A purple aura unique to Jahajingong (紫霞神功) rose from Cheongpung’s body, and before he knew it, his eyes filled with the setting sun turned to Jonglichu.

“You will regret it.”

“Then where… … “

He slung the sword from the pendulum weight over his shoulder.

“Let’s see your skills.”

Hey profit!

Cheongpung tilted his head. The sword of Jonglichu, which passed by the bridge of his nose with the difference of a piece of paper, was full of red rust instead of black.

‘fast!’

He followed his grandfather’s teachings and learned the technique of extreme elevation, but the movement of the jonglichu was more than that.

At the same time as the alarm bell rang in my head, sword attacks continued like waves.

Hiss! Shh shh shh!

The blade of the sword that was about to cut through my chest broke in the air.

I wanted to stab him, but I thought he was going to cut me down, and then out of nowhere, a shot flew towards my shoulder.

pop!

“Cheuk!”

Cheongpung, who was hit in the shoulder by an unexpected shot, bounced off dozens of shots.

It was the moment his feet, which were spinning like a top in the air and falling off, touched the ground.

bang!

The bluestone on the non-stage floor turned into powder and flew away. The blue wind rushed toward the bell weight faster than it had bounced off.

The sword that emitted purple sword energy danced elegantly and raised a flower.

Suaaa!

Thirty-six swords of plum blossoms that had reached eight castles flew from all directions of the bell.

Surrounded by purple black air, the bell weight suddenly raised the corners of its mouth. It was a laugh that did not suit the desperate situation.

“This is more than I thought.”

Before he could finish his words, the sword in his hand moved.

Then, there was an intense flash and roar that the onlookers couldn’t even open their eyes properly.

bang! Kwaa < Aaaa!

Blazing swordsmanship and scattering fragments.

A thick cloud of dust parted, revealing a figure.

Cheongpung’s eyes widened as he looked at Jong-ri Chu, who coughed with his mouth covered.

‘this person… …

It looked smart this time. The movement of the jonglichu that deflected every single sword force.

It was none other than his rusty sword that faced dozens of swords that could pierce steel.

It didn’t even have a sword, it let everything go. As if it were natural, I was bewitched like water flowing.

‘How is that possible?’

Cheongpung was surprised and at the same time seized with a strange feeling he felt for the first time in his life.

The sound of my heart beating resonated in my ears like thunder, and the hand holding the sword wave did not come out easily.

It was at that moment that a single drop of sweat dripped down the bridge of his nose.

“Are you afraid?”

The footsteps of Jonglichu, who walked as if walking, were leisurely. Cheongpung’s heart sank at his deep, cool eyes.

And I realized that what he had just said was the name of this strange feeling.

afraid?”

It was a feeling of a kind I had never felt before.

The unfamiliar feeling of fear, which he sometimes heard only through his grandfather’s mouth, was clamping down on Cheongpung’s body and mind.

‘Poonga. Do you know fear?’

‘fear? What is it?’

‘It’s hidden deep in everyone’s heart. Not knowing that fear is your greatest weakness.’

Sword Master Maijonghak deeply loved his grandson, who was not related by blood. She always had warm eyes and took care of her day and night.

Just as a pretty flower blooms from good soil, Cheongpung grew up as a lovely child.

‘It’s this old woman’s fault. It shouldn’t have been… … ‘

I grew up receiving only generous love, so I only knew how to love.

In the mountain peak where the grandparents live together, there is no arrogance, greed, jealousy, or anger overflowing in the outside world.

‘If that day comes, don’t be consumed by fear. That’s all I can say.’

These were the words Cheongpung heard the day before he secretly escaped Yeonhwabong.

Maybe my grandfather knew this would happen.

However, Cheongpung, who encountered a strong man he had never met before, was taking a backward step without even realizing it.

‘Grandpa, what am I doing?’

jerebuck

When the bell weight moved one step, the blue wind withdrew. And one more step.

one more step.

At a distance of five chapters that couldn’t be narrowed like that, Chonglichu raised his sword.

“There is no end. I expected it because I was a disciple of the Sword Saint, but was it only this much?”

“Me, I am.”

“You probably don’t know what it means to lose in Murim.”

Swoop

ghostly movements.

Caught in fear, Cheongpung could not react. In the slowed down world, only the pendulum seemed to be alive and moving.

His one step erased the distance that had not been narrowed, and the sword approached as if it were sliding.

It was the moment when the rusty blade of the sword was about to dig into Cheongpung’s throat.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! bang!

A terrifying pagongseong, a deafening roar erupted.

In an instant, Zhonglichu, who blocked the attack with his sword, grinned at the transparent spear blade.

“I also have good friends.”

“Not a friend, but a benefactor. however… … “

Jin Tae-gyeong spat out phlegm and continued.

“What are you doing bastard?”