Episode 1239.
“I heard you were a disciple of Nangyagak.”
The old man, sensing the murderous intent and magic bursting out from Bu Eun-seol's entire body, let out a hollow laugh.
“You have inherited the progress of the Apostle Anonymous.”
“…….”
“I said I would never do something so boring again.”
Bu-eun-seol's eyes narrowed.
I had once heard the story from his own lips that the Heavenly Emperor raised a disciple, only to eventually throw him away because he had become an unusable sword.
But it was really strange.
As the inaction continues to rise,
The more I face the mighty ones of the abyss,
At some point, I started hearing people say that I resembled the Heavenly Emperor.
If we look at pure living and magic, it's understandable that the Blood Demon Red Bung is considered the best, and thus comparable.
Also, in terms of how much he developed in real combat, he was comparable to, if not as much as, the Inma Evil Spirit.
If you had mentioned the Red Cliff or the Evil Spirit like this, I wouldn't know.
Pierce the mind and take control of the battlefield.
Are you saying that you resemble the Demon Emperor who destroys the enemy's techniques and renders them helpless?
Flash!
But there wasn't even time to think about it for long.
The old man stretched out his broom again.
It attacked three major acupoints between the chest and abdomen of the swollen body.
Tsk tsk tsk.
For a moment, Bu-eun-seol's body began to tilt.
As the gathered bats dispersed, ninety-nine shadows spread out in all directions.
It is a technique that can change direction ninety-nine times in one place, and is performed in a very fast and powerful manner.
Whirl!
Bu Eun-seol, who had returned to his original form, stabbed the old man's instep with the Mokhon Sword.
In the martial arts world, there are many attacks that attack the lower body, but there are very few that attack the instep.
This is because the instep is a more difficult area to hit than any other part.
Papapapapa!
But the swordsmanship that Bu Eun-seol developed.
It constantly emitted black energy like a living snake, digging into the old man's feet.
This is the Nongjoyeonunsik (Cage Birds in Love with Clouds) that was developed by applying the iron fist technique that the old man had just developed.
"You're absorbing the mysteries of the ignorant. I can't afford to waste time."
Pot!
The old man jumped up three zhang in an instant, swung his broom, and drew out the forty-eight swords.
Paa!
In response, Bu Eun-seol performed the Geomsoheonwonsik and poured out over one hundred and eighty sword energies.
If possible, martial arts masters float in the air and avoid using large swordsmanship movements.
The winner is the one who stands firm on the ground and the winner is the one who floats in the air.
Because it is no different from what has already been decided.
Paaaaah!
But something unexpected happened.
The forty-eight swords deployed by the old man.
It suddenly swelled fivefold, creating a sword net that suppressed the sword technique of the swollen tongue.
The swollen snow surrounded by a net.
I was in a position where I had no choice but to take the blow head-on.
The problem is that since it is in the realm of extinction, the only remaining power is the two-year history.
Under these conditions, there is no way to accept such a request.
At the very moment when his body was covered in a net and torn to pieces,
Thump thump, thump.
The silent sword jumped like a freshly caught fish, and soon began to emit a circular light.
The ridged swordsmanship was unfolding.
Knock knock knock knock!
The old man's sword was being shattered into pieces by the sharp sword, accompanied by a loud metallic noise.
'It's now.'
A flash of light erupted from Bu Eun-seol's eyes.
There was a crucial difference between the two men's attacks.
The old man is trying his best to investigate.
Thanks to the power of the Wind and Cloud Creation Technique, the swollen snow was able to unfold the shape of the Nunghyeong Eogeomsik.
I was able to fully observe the old man's first steps.
Kkurung!
With a thunderclap, a red blood dragon shot out like lightning from Bu-eun-seol's left hand.
He discovered the old man's weakness and launched the Cheon Soo Gong Pa Sik.
bang!
The old man was thrown dozens of chapters away, all the way to the edge of the life-or-death struggle.
“Huh.”
The old man, bleeding from his mouth, nodded with a look of amazement.
“That’s amazing.”
He slowly raised his crouched body and nodded.
“Even a human demon wouldn’t have been able to reach that level at your age.”
And he said in a low voice.
“Should we start taking out the capital now?”
Knock knock.
The old man suddenly dislocated his jaw joint.
And then he put his hand inside.
Gulp, gurgle.
With a sound like a toad croaking.
Something gurgled in his stomach, and something bright red slowly began to appear in his hand.
It was a bright red blood sword, as if it were made from blood.
“So this is what makes you use it.”
When the old man took out his sword, the prayer changed completely.
He looked so angry.
Like a demon reborn from blood, it spreads explosive magical energy.
Yeah.
At that moment, Bu-eun-seol's eyes burned hotly and emitted a pure white light.
'You're cheating.'
Thanks to the power of Gogeomrim.
The old man pretended to pull out a blood sword from his mouth, but he realized that it was actually a sword that came out of his palm.
'The Spirit Sword isn't that great of a technique.'
Why does the author go to such lengths to hide the fact that a sword emerged from his palm?
First memory.
At that moment, the old man straightened his posture while drawing his blood sword.
At that moment, cold sweat ran down Bu-eun-seol's spine, and her body seemed stiff and unable to move.
It was not because of any power or authority, but because I had a feeling that he was about to unleash a magical sword style that was difficult to counter.
Knock knock.
I tried to move my body with all my might, but all I could hear was the sound of my bones cracking, and I couldn't move a single finger.
'Anti-extreme law.'
Kuung.
For a moment, his body shook violently.
Branching veins, Pawondongshin (破元moving body).
When the blood vessels are suppressed, even if it means suffering a loss of vital energy, a method is developed that shakes the meridians and moves the body.
Knock knock.
At the moment when I can finally move my body,
“You die.”
Before the word 'die' could even be finished, a crimson blood sword dug into Bu Eun-seol's neck.
It has never been revealed publicly in the martial arts world until now, and even the powerful people who visit the martial arts world cannot avoid it.
It was an absolute sword style that cut down the enemy before he could make any move.
Flash!
In that moment, the swelling snow also became a flash of light. It united with the sword and faced the old man's swordsmanship head-on.
When the light finally disappeared,
“…….”
The two people, who had passed each other's bodies as if brushing against each other, stopped with their backs turned, leaving a distance of about a foot between them.
Swish.
Almost at the same time, we turned around, and the old man's body was fine.
Gulp.
But red blood flowed from Bu-eun-seol's neck.
However, it was only a minor wound caused by the tip of the sword, not a fatal wound.
"how."
For the first time, surprise flashed across the old man's eyes.
Once this inspection is launched.
Within a distance of three chapters, even the most skilled of super-sense masters cannot avoid it.
But how can you dodge a sword by just one stroke?
“You made a move early.”
When the old man finally grasped the situation, he snorted,
"exactly."
Bu-eun-seol nodded, looking down at the blood flowing from her neck.
“The Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong have all mastered the same magic sword technique.”
He spent a long time analyzing the traces of magical swordsmanship left on his grandfather's body.
And while doing the Kang Ho-haeng.
The elder I met at Namgungga.
And even the masked man who left behind memories of the eighteen souls of Gwangmyeong the other day.
I learned that he had mastered the same swordsmanship as the murderer who killed my grandfather.
Thanks to that, all of the Gwangmyeong Eighteen Souls learned the same swordsmanship.
It was possible to determine that he knew how to process the oil of India and the secret of musk, and how to handle the poison of the blood of the deceased.
And the most shocking fact is.
The swordsmanship that was deployed to the grandfather was not a fully developed, complete beginner's sword.
―What kind of aftereffects will there be if this inspection is fully carried out?
When I was mourning my grandfather.
Because I had not learned martial arts, I could not clearly judge the initial moves contained in the swordsmanship.
But after that, he came out into the world of martial arts and learned martial arts, and when the masked monster sent by the martial arts alliance finally used the same magic swordsmanship that had harmed his grandfather.
Only then was I able to figure out the afterlife.
―There is a chance of switching to a one-hit, sure-kill style or a chain sword style that cannot be blocked at close range.
Because the moment the old man's blood sword is pulled out.
The swelling of the sword did not counter the old man's swordsmanship with the technique of the union of the two swordsmen, but rather completely escaped the scope of the swordsmanship.
“There is no need to boast about blocking a short wave.”
The old man regained his composure and laughed strangely.
“It doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to die anyway.”
Clank.
Instead of answering, Bu Eun-seol lowered the silent sword.
Even if we subdue that old man, we will never be able to obtain any information.
Then, as planned, get help from Heo Ju-do.
All you can do is kill him in one breath and read his soul to find out the information.
Clank.
The old man laid the blood-dripping sword horizontally, then quickly straightened it upwards.
It was a strange posture, as if trying to block a blow to the head.
The final moment that will decide the outcome.
It is so defensive and seemingly unnecessary to take such a stance.
At the same time, it is frustrating to see that the swelling snow will never surpass itself.
It is an archaic technique that forces the only remaining option to be a preemptive strike.
'It is not a swordsmanship founded by a martial artist.'
Even before reaching the void.
I thought the swordsmanship used by the villain who killed my grandfather was just some evil magical swordsmanship of unknown origin.
But now I know.
The magic swordsmanship that Gwangmyeong Sipalhon inherited.
It is the opposite of all sword techniques created by the great masters of the martial arts world so far.
That it was an anti-literate inspection.
'If you attack first, you die, and if you counterattack later, you die too.'
Because the old man's posture shows perfect polarity with the current martial arts.
If you attack quickly, you will be immediately counterattacked, and even if you are on the defensive, your weakness will eventually be exposed…
It is a truly inescapable death ritual.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
The old man smiled faintly.
“You have already grasped the secrets of swordsmanship.”
It was a smile that assured victory.
Because the fact that Bu Eun-seol couldn't make the first move meant that the outcome was already decided.
"then……."
Before the old man finished speaking.
With a loud crack, a sharp blade of sword energy shot into the air from the silent sword.
Bu Eun-seol took the lead.
At the same time, another black energy burst out from behind the old man and spread out in all directions.
As if they were two people, they poured out their sword energy not only from the front but also from behind the old man.
Flash!
At that moment, the old man's blood sword cut straight through the air.
Push.
In an instant, a deep, cross-shaped wound appeared on Bu-eun-seol's chest.
Despite deploying an ingenious move, he was ultimately unable to stop the old man's sword.
Crunch.
But then something strange happened.
Suddenly, a red line appeared on the old man's right arm.
Didn't your wrist just fall to the floor with a thud?
Clearly, I lost the first fight.
The swollen eyelids were slightly injured, while the old man was seriously injured.
“This is ridiculous!”
The old man's eyes shook.
His swordsmanship was perfect.
Because it was a sure-win swordsmanship that counterattacked if the opponent attacked first, and exposed a weakness if the opponent failed to attack first.
In this dilemma, how did Bu Eun-seol dodge the fatal attack?
“Your anti-literacy was great.”
Bu Eun-seol spoke in a low voice as if trying to satisfy her curiosity.
“But the Weiji clan master had long ago learned the art of countering such swordsmanship.”
At that time, the person who welcomed Bu Eun-seol, who was looking to destroy the Hwawoo Swordsmanship, was Wi Ji-mu-a.
He instantly created a glass that had not been there before on the table.
It wasn't a matter of bringing a glass of wine at lightning speed, but rather a technique of changing the space itself.
“What is the current horse?”
“That’s right. It’s one of the best techniques of the Hwawoo Sword, the impermanent breaking of form.”
When fighting Wijimuah.
He is constantly changing his mind in subtle ways, without being able to predict or detect it.
He persistently pushed the swelling theory by deploying the most powerful technique of the Hwawoo sword, the free wave form.
And now, Bu Eun-seol spread the same sword to the old man.
Although the initial attack was blocked, the mysterious wave pattern that changed in the middle was never figured out.
In the end, the old man's arm was cut off by a new sword that had changed in a short moment.
“It’s not that I lost to you, it’s that I lost to Hyunma.”
Bu Eun-seol nodded as if she couldn't deny it.
"exactly."
What if I hadn't received the teachings of Wijimuah? What if I hadn't learned his great swordsmanship?
I would never have been able to defeat the old man with swordsmanship.
In other words, Wijimu-a, who reached the pinnacle of Hwawoogeom, broke the magic swordsmanship passed down in Gwangmyeong Sipalhon.
This is proof that the martial arts of the strongest people of the time surpassed the martial arts that had been created previously.
And Boo Eun-seol, who has mastered the martial arts of the strongest people… is advancing to a new realm that no one could have predicted.
“What on earth are the Eighteen Souls of Gwangmyeong?”
“Do you think you won?”
As the question was asked as if Bu Eun-seol had won, a bitter smile spread across the old man's lips.
“I’ll ask that question after I’ve completely defeated Nobu.”
Kookung!
The old man's body swelled with the sound of the air tearing apart, the space around him began to distort, and the ground split open like a spider web.
At that moment, Bu-eun-seol's eyes shook greatly.
He realized that not only was there no blood coming from his severed right arm, but it was shining like a jewel.
'The true horse's body.'
Just like the left wrist of Jinma that Bu Eun-seol had obtained the other day, his right wrist was attached.
Oh my god.
At that moment, the right wrist that had been on the ground suddenly became covered in blood, then took the shape of a sword and reattached itself to the old man's hand.
'So you pretended to take it out of your mouth?'
The body of the blood sword that he pretended to take out from his mouth was made from the body of the true demon.
Kukuku.
As if imbued with the power of the True Demon, a thin blood sword appeared, and the entire estate began to shake.
“I can’t stand it!”
Heo Ju-do-in shouted.
The demons who were caught in her magic also seemed to gain strength, and they slowly began to move their bodies, breaking free from control.
“We have to kill the author quickly!”
Kukuku.
As the axis of the earth shook, sparks began to fly from the sky.
Transparent shapes appeared and disappeared in the air, screaming.
As if caught in a ghost gate.
The souls of the Hwaun Sangbang family seemed to be screaming, trapped in the power of Jinma's body.
“Now, old man.”
The old man holding the sword muttered with a joyful expression.
“It’s about getting closer to him again.”
Whirl!
The power emanating from the blood sword grew stronger and stronger, and it began to writhe like a giant snake, dyeing the entire world red.
At the same time, red veins bloomed on Bu-eun-seol's body and a chill spread across her.
Just by making the sky red.
It seems as if the cold hands of the Grim Reaper are sucking and absorbing all the blood in his body.
Damn it.
The blood vessels that had been erected tightly had now become thin, transparent lines, and the swollen eyes felt chills as if they had been plunged into ice water.
'That blood sword wasn't meant to be used as a weapon, but rather as a tool for absorption.'
If more time passes like this.
It felt like my soul was being absorbed.
Is it that the realm of extinction and extinction is not accessible?
Clearly, there is only this gapja's history in the body.
Every time the sky turns redder.
Vitality, internal energy, the power of the Heavenly Darkness, etc…
Along with all the power within the body that cannot be contained in the realm of extinction.
Even fragments of memory seemed to be slipping away one by one.
“If you possess these two great treasures, the Sun and Moon of Creation and the Nine Heavens’ Clouds… you can experience death without ever going through reincarnation and attain transcendental enlightenment.”
The old man looked at the swollen tongue from which all the strength had drained from his body.
He opened his mouth, looking down at him with leisurely eyes, as if looking at a fish caught in a net.
“Did you ask what the Eighteen Souls of Light are?”
He continued with a proud expression.
“The beings created to use that power to recover the Jinma’s body that was torn into eighteen pieces are the Eighteen Souls of Light!”
The Eighteen Souls of Light.
It is not any group or force.
It was a term referring to a tool that had the ability to recover the fluid of a Jinma torn into eighteen pieces.
'So that's why it's called a soul.'
Since each fluid is imbued with power, Jinma's soul was torn into eighteen pieces.
‘The creation of a new Jinma… … .’
Even in his fading consciousness, Bu-eun-seol repeated quietly.
Those who created the Gwangmyeong 18 Souls are the forces crouching in the Murim Alliance.
Finally, the absolute being that has ruled the world and caused harm since ancient times.
I discovered the method of creating the Jinma.
“Because of her unique abilities, Chiljima Buzanyang ultimately didn’t even exist….”
As Bu Eun-seol's consciousness and eyes began to blur, the old man told an even more shocking story.
“I became the nineteen souls of light.”
