Legend of the Northern Blade novel - chapter 269

Jinmuwon stepped back without hesitation.
Yangshin was not just an aggregate of naegong. It was another life form in which the spirit, spirit, and supreme-ruler of the red-yeop Jinin were melted.
Those who had reached the point of freshness were the new body, which was a new body that was thrown and changed from the cumbersome body.
However, Jeok-yeop Jin-in was using his Yangshin to conduct a non-partisan esoteric swordsmanship. His consciousness was divided into two and controlled both the main body and both bodies at the same time.
One more expert, who reached the same level as Jinin Jeok-yeop, was a joint venture. Jinmuwon’s hands and feet were bound to move busy.
Red-yeop Jinin’s swordplay did not have any clutter. Cut everything unnecessary to complete the simplest flow of the sword.
Red-yeop Jinin’s swordchoe attacked Jinmuwon at a speed that exceeded the limit that can be perceived by human senses. It was late when I saw it with my eyes and reacted.
Jinmuwon didn’t even try to check it with his own eyes. He raised his sense of all directions to the fullest. That was the only thing I believed.
I’m sorry!
A rock that was the size of a house nearby came out with two rivers and rolled over the floor. The beautiful tree was cut off, and a deep scratch was formed in the heavy rocky tomb.
The confrontation between the two was different from that of other masters. Neither of them used swordsmanship or swordsmanship. It was only one sword they were focusing on.
This is a cold iron ball with the length of a chuck.
By itself, it has no meaning, but if it is held in the hands of absolute masters such as Jinmuwon and Jeokyeop Jinin, the story has changed.
They were the people who understood the most about swords in the world. He was exerting the best of his sword and his management.
Sparks splattered in the air. There was a deep footprint on the floor.
Sometimes I sprinted, and sometimes I drastically slowed down and harmonized again and again.
Their battlefield was Mt. Mudang.
The deep valleys and high mountain peaks of Mt. Wudang suffered from the fight between the two.
“Alas!”
The disciples of the shamans who were chasing Jinmuwon belatedly due to the disturbing operation of the blue man saw the scene from a distance and opened their mouths.
I couldn’t even track down.
The waves of the air reached here. Those gruesome anticipations and murders were beyond what they dare to bear.
My heart trembled, my lips turned blue.
“No amount of money! Who in the world can you compete with the four swans like that?”
Haegeum Jin-in, a long-standing shaman, gazed at the far end of Mt. Mudang with unbelievable eyes.
Jiing!
Suddenly, the sword he was wearing in his waist broke his sword. It was just the beginning. The swords of the shamanless unmanned people near the Haegeum Jinin began to unleash the swordsmanship at once.
At the cry of the swords, Jinin and the disciples of the shaman blocked their ears and stumbled.
‘Because of the four hundred and the author. The swords are resonating in their fight. They have already reached the point of dominating the nearby swords.’
Jin-in Jeok-yeop, who is four hundred, was a person who has reigned as the absolute of Kang-ho since long ago. He had a formidable talent with a natural genius. There, the full support of the non-partisan and the endeavors of my own endeavors lasted for decades. Otherwise, he would not have been called one of the nine heavens.
But the opponent was different. It was so far that even the shape could not be distinguished, but it was still possible to know that he was a young person. The young man’s skeleton was different from that of the old man. No matter how much martial arts are trained, the fundamental difference cannot be filled.
‘Who is the alternate author?’
At that time, a priest nearby asked.
“Long Moon-in, don’t you have to go and help?”
“help? You mean four hundred?”
“that… … .”
“The four hundred are already out of the range of humans. He doesn’t like someone getting into his fight. Even if it is a disciple of shamanism.”
The Priest of Jinin Jin-in silenced his mouth. This is because he knows how bad the personality of Jeok-yeop Jin-in is.
“The four hundred will surely overpower the author. We wait here until then.”
“egg… … I will.”
It was not only the disciples of the Shamans who were watching. The unmanned people dispatched to the shamans from each clan were also watching the fight to comrade Gyeongcheon.
“Alas!”
They stared blankly at the fight.

Shhh!
Jinmuwon and Jeokyeop Jinin’s bodies crossed. Light blood marks on their shoulders and sleeves. A haze was rising over the two of them. It moved so violently.
Red-yeop Jinin stopped for a moment. Then, the child-shaped Yangshin was absorbed into his body again. Red-yeop Jinin looked at Jinmuwon with an expression of admiration.
“Huh! That’s great. Was it even a sword cooked from the mother’s stomach?”
“Such Jinin also corrects.”
Jinmuwon also truly admired. Red-yeop Jinin had sufficient qualifications to be called the Sword Sky.
Suddenly, I looked down at Jinmuwon’s auditory sword.
The auditory sword had already reached its limit due to the damaged blade and cracks all over the sword. In this state, it will be difficult to barely handle the other’s one second.
On the other hand, the martial arts held by Jin-in Jeok-yeop were fine without this one. It was truly one of the best swords.
Jiing!
The martial arts were still passing the sword. Red-yeop Jin-in’s life flows through the martial arts.
Suddenly, Jeok-yeop Jin-in opened his mouth.
“Now I think I know who you are.”
“… … .”
“Jimmuwon. Is it correct?”
There are certain things that never change even if you change your appearance and change your voice. It was the atmosphere and prayer of that person.
Jinin Jeok-yeop had met Jinmuwon a long time ago. Anyone with a unique atmosphere and energy like Jinmuwon should have remembered it. However, false information and prejudice that Jin Muwon was dead covered his eyes.
But I was convinced while fighting. The other person is Jinmuwon.
No matter how much I think about it, among the young warriors, the only one who learned a sword like this was Jinmuwon.
Jinmuwon nodded.
“That’s right, Red-yeop Jinin.”
I already knew the other person, but there was no need to tell a lie, and there was no reason to hide it.
Apart from everything, the opponent was a respectable swordsman. I did not want to involve lies in the confrontation with such a person.
“Huh! That’s great. Survive and come here. You are the first person to admire the old lady since Mo Yong Yul-cheon.”
“I did not come to receive the praise of Jinin Jeokyeop.”
“I will. Still, the old lady cannot stop admiring. I envy that tenacity and fighting spirit.”
Unlike horses, Red-yeop Jin-in’s eyes got colder and colder.
The ghost of Bukcheonmun was persistently alive and tormenting him and Unjungcheon. Jin-in Jeok-yeop did not want to lose the hard-built Shing to Jin Mu-won.
“You eventually make my bottom visible.”
“Did there still be any underlying fabric?”
“If this is the end, it is a mistake. I will do my best to get rid of you. That would be the way for Shamanism and Unjungcheon.”
Yangshin popped out of his body again and fell into the martial arts held by the red-yeop Jin-in.
Wow!
The martial arts inhabited by both supreme-rulers vomited sword myeong.
Jin Mu-won looked at the figure with gloomy eyes. At the moment, martial arts alone flew in the air.
Wedge!
The martial arts flew toward Jinmuwon like an island war.
“Eigeo sword (以氣馭劍)?”
A state of maneuvering a sword with a crossroads. It was also the legendary state of planting sword (心馭劍) where the sword goes where the will goes.
Yangshin in martial arts made it possible.
The martial arts headed where the heart of the red-yeop Jinin was headed. And Jeok-yeop Jin-in’s heart had a murderous intention to kill Jin Mu-won.
Jinmuwon opened the stream beam and stepped back. However, martial arts flew faster than that.
Jinmuwon struck the sword of the martial arts with his palm. The martial arts with the changed trajectory cut down dozens of trees like sorghum and flew back to Jinmuwon.
It was useless even if I hit it. Rather, the blood fountain soared from Jinmuwon’s hand. Even though it is protected by pitting, it is wounded by the sharp blade of the martial arts.
Kakacan!
Jinmuwon danced. I don’t dance because I want to dance. As I avoided the planted sword, I became so similar to the dance.
“no use. I decided to kill you. No matter how hard you run and struggle, you will never escape death.”
Red-yeop Jin-in muttered in a cool voice.
The planted sword was a heart that he also learned in his later years. It wasn’t just planting swords, it was also united to both spirits. It is literally putting all of himself in a piece of iron called martial arts.
There were more and more wounds on Jinmuwon’s whole body. Jinmuwon’s whole body was stained with blood, reminiscent of a blood man.
It seemed to Jinmuwon that there was no way to counter the Red-yeop Jinin. He picked up the branches in a hurry, but was cut off at once in a dance.
Jinmuwon’s eyes sank deeply.
‘Can’t I help it?’
No weapon could be used to counter the martial arts.
I realized once again that fighting without a weapon against an ancient master like Jinin Jeok-yeop is an act of suicide.
At the moment, Jinmuwon stopped in place. Then, like a top, the martial arts circling around Jinmuwon flew aiming at the heart.
Jin Mu-won stretched out his hand toward the martial arts. It was empty-handed with nothing to be heard. Nevertheless, as if holding a sword, he held his fingers in a circle.
As if he was holding an intangible sword, the red-yeop Jinin screamed.
“huh! You are doing your best.”
He concentrated all of the energy remaining in the martial arts.
He possessed the power of near infinity, but he couldn’t spread the planted sword for a long time. He was thinking of making a match against Jinmuwon on this one move.
Whirlpools!
The martial arts flew in the air with a large trajectory. The air around the martial arts crumbled.
At the moment, Jinmuwon’s mouth opened.
“Sulwha.”
There is a sword deep in his heart.
A blunt-shaped sword with no blade and no handle. It’s still clunky enough to match the word iron rod, but it was definitely a sword.
There was no black answer. No, it’s foolish to ask for an answer. Maybe it could be my own imagination, or it could have been an illusion created by an earnest desire.
Still, Jinmuwon earnestly longed.
Wake up.
Calling the name of his old friend, Sulwha.
The martial arts rotated horribly and approached his neck. Her hair fluttered and her collar fluttered terribly.
It was the last chance to avoid. But Jinmuwon did not avoid.
“Sulwha!”
His voice rang out at Mt. Mudang Mountain.
Shit!
In an instant, the dance martial arts hit his body directly. No, it looked so.
Red-yeop Jinin’s eyes wide open.
Something broke deep in his heart.
“This?”
A cold light was scattering everywhere. A silver piece that falls like a flower rain.
His beloved sword dance was shattered and scattered.
Ahhh!
At that moment, a beam of baby crying resounded.
It was the sound of breaking the Yangshin in martial arts. As the two supreme-rulers were disconnected, the red-yeop Jinin spit out black blood.
Yangshin was not just an agglomerate of pores. The disappearance of Yangshin also hurt Red-yeop Jinin.
Still, Jinin Jeokyeop did not fall. No, I couldn’t fall. He barely raised his head and looked at Jinmuwon.
Jinmuwon stood with his hand outstretched. It was still empty-handed. But I saw Jinin Jeokyeop. A black sword in his hand. But in the next moment, it disappeared like a black fantasy.
Red-yeop Jinin stiffened his eyes.
“core… … Sword (心劍)?”
His body collapsed.