Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 473 Imperial Palace Wind Fortune (7)

“Open!!”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Wei Hongryun’s orders were quick.

However, the pouring fire rain was faster than that.

bang! Qarring!

Wei Hongryeon gritted her teeth.

I could feel it even without looking back. How great is the martial arts of the person who sprinkled this rain of flames, and how powerful is the power of the flames.

‘Shit!’

In a short period of time, about a dozen demon beasts turned into a ball of fire and collapsed.

Wei Hongryeon only thought about the safety of the old man she was carrying. The old man, who was wrapped tightly in the blood king’s robe that had been specially given to him by the church leader for this mission, was very light, contrary to his absolute greatness.

Grumbling.

Blood flowed from the nape of his neck.

It wasn’t Wei Hongryun’s blood. It was blood flowing from the old man’s nose.

‘no!’

My body shook in the aftermath of the fierce battle. A healthy person would not know this, but he was an old man whose body was completely ruined due to his addiction to blood clots. Even a light impact was quite dangerous.

“Sanryongjipchil (散龍集七)!!”

Fuuuuuuu!

The six demon beasts that made their way through the fire were carrying someone on their backs, like Wei Hongnyeon.

It was a technique to confuse the enemy’s vision. It was an operation to kidnap the emperor, knock out the maids and servants, and hide the body in the same manner as the blood king.

When the demon king spirit had almost passed out of Yiyeondaemun.

Haha!!

A tremendous roar erupted that swept through the son-in-law.

‘Senior Noh!’

Faaagh!

A monster with weathering wheels on both feet bounced away at a frightening speed.

The explosive power of one sword was enormous. It was Namgung-eon’s Changgung Ilgeom (蒼穹一劍), which raised the Changgung Muae Shingong to its peak.

“Who are you?”

Nam Gung-eon did not answer.

All he did was raise his brilliant cotton sword upright, raise his back as stiff as a bamboo, and look in all directions.

Huh.

The imperial palace’s best masters who were chasing the demon king retreated without realizing it.

Hwaaaaaaa!

The energy wave that Namgoong Eon emitted was truly amazing.

He was one of the world’s top ten masters and was called the best swordsman in the Central Plains of his time. The sky’s sword and majesty-filled eyes were oppressing the air around Lee Yeon-daemun mercilessly.

The man with the weather wheel opened his mouth wide.

“No way… Sword King?!”

Namgoong Eon did not answer this time either.

He didn’t know his opponent’s identity. However, I knew that he was a master who would be able to compete with a master who had reached his peak, and at the same time, I realized that another absolute master was approaching.

It was not the time to babble unnecessarily.

“Why on earth is the Sword King here…!”

Shhh! Whoops!

“Ugh!”

The monster holding a javelin with both hands was pushed away once again.

Namgoong Eon’s eyes sparkled.

‘What a strange guy.’

His martial arts power and energy are comparable to those of a teenage expert, but he is unable to block his own sword.

‘Unfinished martial arts? no. This is not martial arts….’

Paaaaaaang!

At that moment, there was an expert who came at me like an arrow.

Namgoong Eon’s eyes widened.

‘this!’

He extended his hand, not his sword. It was instinct.

Qarring!

The two limbs collided, creating a thunderous sound.

Namgoong Eon took a couple of steps back. The opponent also took two steps back.

It was a moment when there was a subtle but clear difference between superiority and inferiority. If a person who rushed at a high speed also took two steps back, it meant that his physical strength and the level of expression of his true martial arts skills were clearly one level below that of Namgung-eon.

‘Hmm.’

However, that one move was also a difference that could be reversed at any time. Namgoong Eon was surprised by the considerable amount of shock delivered to his left hand.

‘It is a Jeonggong of Jeonggong (正功). But he’s good at penetroscopy. The martial arts itself is a type of dark attack that destroys the opponent’s blood vessels and meridians.’

Even though it was a dark martial art, the divine energy unique to the martial arts of the true school stood out. This kind of martial arts was truly rare.

“He really is the Sword King.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up.

“Do you want to die for daring to invade the imperial palace?”

Nam Gung-eon still maintained his silence.

The reason he accepted Seo-ryang’s request was not simply because he had a relationship with Seo-ryang. In the first place, it wasn’t a request worth listening to because it was meant to be.

However, I had a deep talk with him and decided that this would be helpful in correcting the tribulation of the world.

Everyone went away and thought this was the right thing to do. There is no point in pointing fingers at him because he is a traitor, but this was truly the right thing to do. That’s why I accepted this dangerous request.

Cheeeeeeeek!

A blue-black essence glimmered on the nameless sword.

Neungjeokban’s eyes darkened.

‘It’s huge.’

It was a terrifying sword technique. Just by putting true energy into the sword, a different sense of intimidation was released than before.

It was as if I was shouting, “I am the best sword in the Jungwon region.”

“Firemaster, please capture the group of traitors.”

“Good!”

Paaaaang!

The monster called Shipper flew into the sky again.

I don’t know anything else, but I couldn’t help but admire that one divine law. It was truly a new law that could be considered the best in the world.

‘No, it’s not a new law, it’s a magic law?’

Namgung-eon’s sword moved like a thunderbolt.

Crumbling!

“Tsk! “You damn old man!”

The monster shipper stopped in midair and gritted his teeth.

The Neungjeokban shouted.

“Never mind, go after the weightlifters!”

“You don’t have to be able to chase after it! “Hurry and stop the old man!”

Paaaaang!

Before the two people even moved, Nam Gung-en was already unfolding the divine law.

Although he placed more importance on enlightenment than combat martial arts, even that enlightenment is difficult to accept without extreme training.

In an instant, Namgung Eon climbed onto the monster’s head and deployed the Changgung Muae Sword Technique.

The pouring sword strikes were like waves. The startled ship owner swung his red short spear wildly.

Grumble! Quaaaang!

“Keueuung!”

The shipper’s feet hit the ground. I was almost buried up to my knees.

“What strength does an old man have…!”

Whoops! Damn it! Quang!

At that moment, several loud noises erupted in the air.

Namgung-eon and Neungjeokban divided their hands. Namgung-eon released his possessed swordsmanship as if there was no problem at all, and the neungjeokban poured out irregular and practical persecution.

Tieeing! Quang!

The two people flew off in different directions.

Paaaaaa!

At the same time, the shipper sped away.

An embarrassment appeared on Nam Gung-eon’s face.

‘Do you miss it?’

If possible, I wanted to capture both masters. Even if I couldn’t win, I thought I could give the Demon King enough time to escape.

But it was a mistake.

‘You’re strong.’

The opponent’s martial arts skills, who were good at persecution, were at a level worthy of the name of a teenage expert. It seemed like I couldn’t chase down the demon king spirit without defeating this man.

“Your entire family will be punished for your high treason, King Sword.”

Namgoong Eon smiled.

Only then did he open his mouth.

“What you want is right, and what you must keep is righteousness. “If I had lived a life worthy of justice, I would be happy to die today.”

“Then I will kill you right here today!”

Paaaaang!

The neungjeok squad approached at breakneck speed and unleashed its twin fists.

It was a fierce blow like a storm. Nam Gung-eon had never seen such violent and practical fighting techniques before.

No, I’ve seen it once. A young demon dragon, who had been secluded in his room for several years and devoted himself to kendo, used a similar martial art that touched his winning spirit.

The violence and ferocity in the man’s fists could easily be compared to that of a religious leader.

‘but.’

Faba Park! Quang!

The enemy group staggered back.

There was surprise in his eyes.

“An ancient law?!”

Gobeop simply means headbutting the body. After three or four fights, Namgoong-eon, who had made Neungjeokban retreat with a headbutt to the body, raised his sword once again.

“He is a master who uses very practical persuasion. “But it’s half-baked.”

“what?”

Namgoong Eon smiled.

“Compared to the leader, your persecution skills are only half as good.”

Neungjeokban’s face distorted.

Faaagh!

Neungjeokban narrowed the distance again and swung his arms and legs.

Even though my mind was quite shaken, my martial arts skills did not waver. He was a person who was thoroughly trained to be able to perform martial arts with extreme intention at any time and under any circumstances.

Kwakwakwak!

The stone wall of the imperial palace collapsed due to the fierce sword wind, and a building was blown away by the stray wind.

The power of the supernatural gods, who were born as humans and overcame several limits before finally transcending the limits of martial arts, was so great. Although Lee Cheon-sang is called a demon god who is truly the greatest of all times and no one can compare, in the eyes of ordinary people, Namgung-eon and Neungjeokban are no different from monsters.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Kaaaang!

Namgung-eon, who cut off the fighting path with his three swords and widened the distance with his Cheonpungjang (天風掌), spoke with a somber expression.

“Now I know who you are.”

“Tsk!”

“How can a person as powerful as a king…”

“Shut up, Sword King.”

Wooooow.

Gray air currents rose from both of Neungjeokban’s fists.

Namgoong Eon’s face hardened. At first glance, it was a fist of completely different power than before.

“…It won’t be easy.”

* * *

Kwaaaaang!

‘Damn it!’

The operation was a success.

Only half.

Bababababaak!

The demon king’s spirit spread out widely and headed south. This is because the enemy’s attack range was very wide.

The shipper following behind frowned.

“You bastards!”

Grumble!

A huge flame erupted from his javelin.

It was truly a flame of unimaginable size. Wei Hongryun had also seen Yang Kang’s martial arts countless times, but this was the first time an expert had created such a large flame.

‘No, in the first place, all martial arts that create sparks are frauds!’

Whoa!

A huge ball of flame was shot towards the center of the Demon Lord’s territory.

Quaaaang!

“Ugh!”

“Keep running!”

Red flames spewed out from the shipper’s eyes.

It wasn’t an attack with all his might, but it wasn’t an attack that anyone could take. Although there is no strong energy, the flame itself is a threat to life.

However, no one was killed in this attack. As if they were waiting, they spread out in a circle to avoid the fireball, and the series of movements was as smooth as water.

“They’re not ordinary guys!”

Paaaaang!

Wei Hongryun’s eyes wavered.

The shipper who had been following behind for a while had suddenly surpassed him and was standing about a dozen yards away.

‘What?!’

It was a great new law.

It was an unbelievable speed. Wei Hongryun was a transcendent expert and knew the limits of what martial arts could achieve. In her view, Hwaju’s new law was beyond common sense.

‘It’s impossible!’

Grumble!

The spear holding the fireball became red-hot again.

To begin with, he wasn’t standing on the ground. Wheels wrapped in flames were created on the left and right of both feet, with both feet floating in the air and only the fire wheels spinning slowly.

No matter what happened, the important thing was that there was no way to get rid of that guy.

‘I can’t believe there was a guy like this! What on earth did Bukcheombigak do?’

I thought one Sword King would be enough, but I never imagined there would be such a strange monster.

Cheeeeeeeek!

Hwaju, who aimed his spear at the Demon Lord, smiled coldly.

The red heat rising from the tip of the spear gradually turned white. The temperature is rising.

“It looks like they are from a demonic cult, but it worked out well. The damage to the main palace has been so great because of that guy called the Demon Cultist…”

Quaaaang!

“Ugh!”

The shipper stumbled and stepped aside.

‘What is it?’

Blood flowed from the hand holding the fire spear. The protector was torn.

“Some guy again…!”

“As expected, only the true energy is outstanding, but the skills are not that great.”

Wei Hongryun’s eyes widened.

Weeeeeee!

The dark night road was colored with a bright gold mine.

“Are you all…?”

“You go west. “The road to birth is not a land route, but a water route.”

The person most versed in the Shaolin martial arts of his time, excluding Jeoksong and previous generations of old monks.

The Shaolin leader, Hye-sim, appeared accompanied by the Eight Great Guardians.

“I’m glad it’s not too late.”

“Shaolin?! You fucking idiots! You guys are definitely a seal gate…!!”

“Don’t think of us as middle class anymore. “The nine of us are just apostolic monks who were excommunicated along with the chieftain.”

“What?!”

Phew.

A brilliant golden light appeared on Hyesim’s fist.

“Anyway, are you okay? I’m within a hundred paces.”