Chapter 192

"Oh, f*ck. It sounds like shit, really."

… … what?

Songil thought this was a dream.

Who are you? It is Song Il, the old swordsman. His priest, Poongwoon Geomgun, is polite and respectful to him even after becoming a master.

But what the f*ck? Does it look like a bitch?

'Did I hear it wrong?'

Jin Tae-gyeong, the sleep dragon of Shanseo, and Jin-ga, Taewon, are the youngest members of a family with only a snot.

The year has changed, and now it is a child who has barely exceeded the terms and conditions.

I couldn't believe that a guy like that had said that to me, an elder of the Great Southern Sect and one of the heroes of the Great War of True Demons.

No, I couldn't admit it.

"… … What did you just say?"

My thoughts were shattered the next moment with Jin Tae-kyung's words.

"It's like f*ck. It's like f*ck! 이 시발새끼들아! You have to taste it in moderation."

"...."

Jin Tae-gyeong, who poured out a lot of double desire, said to Jin Wi-gyeong.

"I'm sorry. I know it's something I have to endure even though it sucks, but I couldn't just go over it because it was twice as f*cked up."

"Actually, I was like a d!ck too."

This one word of Jinwigyeong was the climax of the dragon.

Light slowly came into the eyes of Songil, who could not accept this unbelievable situation.

A roaring light. It was the greatest anger I had felt in a long time.

"You guys… … "

A hot breath flowed from the teeth of Songil, who lost his reason.

"You must have gone mad because you wanted to die."

Sureureung.

A sword that cut countless enemies appeared. It doesn't matter whether Taewon's true family is a political faction, a private faction, or a four-way affair.

If he had thought about the aftermath before committing something, he wouldn't have been nicknamed the roaring swordsman.

'I'll kill them all.' Songil really had the will to kill. As if to prove it, a mighty sword wave rolled over like a wave.

He has been practicing the Thirty-six Swords of Heaven (天河三十六魚), the season of the Jong-Nam faction, all his life.

Although it did not achieve great success, it was too much to turn those spoiled guys into pieces with a single sword.

'I'll kill you first.'

The first person to kill has already been decided.

Jin Tae-kyung, the sleep dragon of Shanseo. I will chew that young bastard's tongue carefully and swallow it.

It was the moment when Songil was about to shoot his sword with bloodshot eyes.

"If you kill him, you die too."

Songil's body stiffened at the sound of a voice coming from somewhere.

It's not because of the meaning behind the words. Because I couldn't figure out where it came from.

'You don't know? I?'

It was impossible.

However, the voice that followed let us know that this situation was real.

"What is a guy who is old enough to do with a child, tsk tsk."

front, back, up and down, left and right.

Songil couldn't tell where the voice was coming from.

The owner of the voice was nowhere and everywhere.

'This, this… …

When he finally realized the identity of the voice, his body trembled.

'Six combined battles!'

If the transmission of sound by air power is the exclusive property of the peak master, then the six-action battle is a martial art that is allowed to those who have reached the realm beyond that.

transcendence. A great state that only a very few of the chosen ones can enter.

'How could such a person?'

Why the hell! Why are you interfering with yourself!

Songil exclaimed as if in a fit.

"Who are you! Nobu is Song Il, an old swordsman and elder of the Great Jong Nam Sect! Can't you show up right away!"

"Old lady? elder? Ha ha ha ha!"

A thunderous laugh echoed from all directions. A far-off gongpower that dare not guess its end.

Yangmin, who had not mastered martial arts, cried out to the Jade Emperor and prostrated themselves, and the Murim people shuddered in awe.

"Can't you hear me!"

"Uh ha, ha ha ha ha! Oh, I'm going to tear my stomach from laughing."

"Inom!"

Jin Tae-kyung came into the eyes of Song-il, who lost his composure due to anger and fear.

Unlike those who were shocked, there was even an unknown smile on his lips as he stared into the sky alone.

It's like laughing at Song Il.

'That guy to kill!'

Shoot Aaaaaa!

The sword spirit, which had paused for a moment, surged again. Songil, aiming his sword at Jin Taegyeong, shouted as he looked around her.

"Make your appearance now! Or I will kill him!"

The laughter that echoed through the heavens suddenly ceased.

"what? Kill him?"

"I'll count to three."

A triumphant smile formed on Songil's lips before he knew it.

Although I don't know who it is, the intruder's weakness is Jin Tae-kyung. The embarrassment emanating from the other person's voice was proof of that.

"one!"

"Hey, look at this guy. While I couldn't see you, you became more like Sagal."

while I can't see you?

Songil's mind moved busily. Seeing you say things like that, it's clear that we have a one-sided relationship…

'Wait, I can't believe that voice.'

Songil, thinking of someone, was startled, but soon gritted his teeth.

It can't be. Could that old man still be alive?

He cried out loud as if to shake off his fear.

"two!"

"Whoa, okay. I'll be leaving now, just wait! Instead, I'll make you pay if you touch even the tip of a hair!"

Songil's pulse went out.

Gambling worked. The unidentified master of transcendence wants to save Jin Tae-kyung. And it was farther away than I thought.

"Fifty, don't approach inside fifty. If you come closer than that, this guy will die… … That was the moment.

"three."

Songil doubted his eyes and ears.

Only three chapters before, Jin Tae-kyung opened his mouth again with a calm face.

"Three. You old dog. Are you deaf?"

"This guy. Did he go mad because he wanted to die?"

"Kill it. If you can."

"... what?"

"You know what? If you can't kill me with one sword, it's your turn next."

"...!"

"Let's see who dies."

Jin Tae-gyeong smiled brightly and spread his arms.

"He is coming."

he comes A chill went down his spine at that one word.

It was the time when Songil took a step back without even realizing it.

hiss-

The subtle sound of the wind piercing your ears. A presence behind your back that is approaching incredibly fast.

'This...'

The hair all over her body stood on end. The senses cultivated by crossing the line countless times whispered. that it's already too late tell me to leave now

however.

'I'm Songil, the swordsman!'

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Thirty-six swords under the world that reached the composition. The black air split into twenty-four branches shot out.

In a world that has slowed down, Jin Tae-kyung's image is reflected in Song-il's bulging eyes.

Shish shush shush!

The figure of him dominating the twenty-four squares and narrowly avoiding the twenty-four swords.

Torn clothes and dripping blood. Only these two things were the cost of avoiding the old swordsman's sword.

"This is nonsense… … No more opportunities were given to the astonished Songil.

It was because something hard and hot grabbed his wrist as he was about to open his second slaughter.

Knock!

"This naughty bastard??… Didn't I tell you not to touch a single hair?"

subdued voice. Two eyes that could not be red, burning blue.

Only then did Songil realize.

The fact that I can't hear the sound of the wind before I know it. And that I touched someone I shouldn't have touched.

"Everything, you, how you… …

"You've grown up a lot.

Even adults don't recognize them."

A long time ago, an old monster who had given him an indelible disgrace stands in front of him, reviving from his memories.

Song Il let out a shrill scream.

"The King of Fire!"

An eerie smile appeared on the corner of the crinkled mouth of Jeokcheongang.

"Yes, it is me."

First day of fabric. The King of Fire descended on Jinga in Taiyuan.

Hwawangjeokcheon River.

The weight of that name weighs down the hall. Ilshin, Samsung, Ten Kings.

They are gods, stars, and kings who stand tall above countless Murim people. Absolutes closest to the name of the first person in the world.

Although he was dressed in ragged clothes and had a small body, the presence felt by Jeokcheongang was that of a giant himself.

And the giant's eyes turned to me.

"Crazy. Are you crazy about wanting to die?"

I never thought that voice would be so welcome. I sat down straight down.

"Whoa, I almost died."

"It would have been if the old lady hadn't stepped in."

Yes, thank you. I will never forget this grace."

Jeokcheongang widened his eyes at the soulless answer.

"You lost your fear in half a day.

Do you want to die?"

Only half a day?

Come to think of it, it was this morning that I broke up with Jeokcheongang.

Having had such an eventful New Year's Day, a day feels like a month.

I answered in a drained voice.

"If you are going to kill me, please postpone it until later."

"I think so."

Jeokcheongang turned his head and added.

"First of all, take care of this odious bastard."

What do you mean by 'a bad guy'? How many people can call the brother-in-law and the elder of a long-term leader of the Jongnam faction that way?

"Ahhh… … !"

The roaring swordsman Song Il was shaking his limbs.

Judging from how Jeokcheongang talks about being a kid, it seems like they knew each other in the past, but it didn't seem to be a very warm relationship either.

"It's been a while. Yes, did the broken bones stick together well?"

"Everything, everything, how are you

"you? Could that be what you said to me?"

The King of Fire, who blinked his eyes as if he had seen a strange creature, was possessed with a false smile.

"You've grown a lot."

slam.

It is a sight that is hard to see even with money.

Jeokcheongang slapped the roaring swordsman with wrinkled hands. The roaring swordsman could not dare to avoid his infinitely slow hand.

"I remember the first time I saw you. I was just a kid on terms and conditions."

slam.

"A man with an arrogant and rude personality, who only believed in the halo of a monk and went about all sorts of accidents, is now an elder of the sectarian faction."

slam.

"When I saved you from almost dying one day, what you said was spectacle.

Why did you say you were stealing someone else's major?"

slam

"If it hadn't been for your teacher's request, I would have broken my neck instead of my leg."

Slap, slap, slap!

At the ordinary slap that did not contain even a handful of air power, the grey-haired swordsman shrank like a beaten child.

The eyes that were shining with the composure and arrogance of the strong were covered with shame, anger, and fear.

Jeokcheongang spat out with a face as if he was looking at an insect.

"A sick bastard. Did you eat your age through your asshole?"

What do we do.

I'm trying to get better and better.

Jin Wi-gyeong and Hyuk Moo-jin were already looking at the Jeokcheon River with eyes in love.

"A guy whose name is the elder of the Gupailbang is intimidating the civilians and using his strength to order the gates at will? If your teacher sees it, I will wail in the gucheon."

"Who is Jang Moon-in now?"

The roaring swordsman replied in a stuttering voice.

"My, my priest. It's called the Windy Sword Army… … "

"Fungun Sword? It's a nickname I've never heard of before. So, is a bug like you bragging about being an elder of the Jongnam faction?"

Look at the spirit of treating a long-time writer of the Jongnam faction as a deaf person.

The face of the roaring swordsman, who suddenly became a worm because the priestess was insulted, was distorted.

As he silently lowered his head to hide his shame and anger, Jeokcheongang sighed.

"Is the snout a decoration? Why are you not talking?"

"… … enemy confrontation. I-I just."

"Can't you shut that mouth!"

Decided. to create a fan club.

At this moment, Hwawang Jeokcheongang was the idol and idol of Taewon Jinga.

'Is this how it feels to take a hot spring bath with cider?'

This feeling of bouncing with carbonic acid even to the white blood cells. On a hot summer day, after a raid, it feels like a one-shot of a can of iced beer.

A refreshing feeling like a triangular wave sweeps over your entire body.

'fury. king. good. ah.'

Of course, this is from the viewer's point of view.

The old swordsman's body trembled as he was humiliated in front of countless people, both civilians and Murim.

Maybe that's why, the shame and anger I felt at the moment surpassed my fear of the King of Fire.

"This, this is between the main text and Taewon Jinga."

"what?"

"The enemy's great enemy… … I mean, it's nothing to do with it."

"Isn't it something the old lady is involved in?"

Jeokcheongang stared blankly at the roaring swordsman who finished speaking with a trembling voice.

The tightly clenched fist trembled as if it were going to strike at any moment. It was as if he was contemplating where to hit him so that rumors would spread that he had hit him well.

'Hit! Please hit me!'

As if he heard my cheering, Jeokcheongang raised his hand.

And the next moment, a wrinkled finger was pointing at me.

"Do you see him?"

"...?"

what. Why am I suddenly here?

At that time, when questions were covered on everyone's faces, including mine, the Hwa King's words continued.

"I entrusted the sacred object of Yeolhwamun to that guy."

"...!"

"...!"

The grand banquet hall locked in silence.

A soundless astonishment spread endlessly.