heart sword (3)

    "Heh heh, heh heh."

    Namgung Jangcheon took a deep breath and squeezed his strength to run.

    If you run into him in this state, you''ll be out of luck.

    "Uh-huh, big breath."

    As I forcibly exercised the divine method with my body wearing an inner wound, I spit out another handful of blood.

    As the headquarter of the Moorimmeng got closer, the masters who recognized him came to meet him.

    "Lord!"

    "Great."

    Let''s see them, said hurriedly.

    "Put me in front of history ."

    "Yes, I will see you."

    His internal wounds are already deep, and he is not at the level to be governed by a fortune-telling breakfast.

    Namgung Jangcheon moved to the center of the Moorimmaeng headquarters on the back of an unknown samurai.

    "You are my lord! Open the way!"

    "Come this way!"

    The headquarter of the Moorimmaeng was fortified by itself.

    Even each building and even the walls were built with the truth in mind. It took quite a while just to get through the long gate to the top center.

    Namgung Jangcheon, who was carried on the back of a warrior, was concentrating on using his strength as much as possible, sparing his words. It''s a crisis situation where you won''t even have time to try and get caught up in coin wear.

    profit.

    "My lord. Everything has come."

    A monument of proof greater than anywhere else.

    There are only two monuments on the planet. eyes of history

    As if made of jade rather than stone, it is transparent and has a soft blue light, a living and breathing history itself.

    Namgung Jangcheon touched the eyes of history without delay.

    Papa Pat.

    All actions are publicly settled and recorded in history.

    And so many blessings.

    A miracle-like blessing from history that heals injuries such as amputated limbs at once.

    ''The achievements will be small, but... .''

    The time that Namgung Jangcheon proved before history was only about a month ago.

    At that time, he was recognized as the strongest man on the planet and achieved the feat of ascending to the state of the world.

    As for how many achievements he has accumulated since then, he thought that a blessing enough to take care of his internal affairs a little would be sufficient.

    It was thought that once the urgent complaints were put off, thereafter, it could be put to sleep by fortune-telling.

    However, great blessings poured out in the absence of expectations.

    Papa Pat!

    "Huh."

    I was so startled that the wind blew.

    It is not at the level of recovery of the inner body, but it feels like the body is full of the energy of nature.

    The whole body feels refreshed and full of energy, as if a metamorphosis bone was done. It feels like being reborn.

    Ahhh.

    The recovery did not stop at boosting the exhausted and destroyed strength, but even strengthened the seoncheonji.

    Danjeon, who wondered if it would be possible to increase the strength further, was expanded even more.

    ''Let''s go 10? Maybe more than that... .''

    After the storm-like settlement passed, Namgung Jangcheon had no choice but to fall into doubt.

    Just a full moon''s worth of achievements.

    All I''ve done in the past is to hunt a few Mamon tribes.

    There is absolutely no event or act that left a mark that deserves such a blessing.

    One of the strongest memories.

    surely ."

    When Namgung Jangcheon was young.

    So, before it was called the late Jisoo, it was when I was just immersed in training in Namgungse.

    The boy, who had gained some confidence in his martial arts training, wanted to go to the battlefield and experience the actual battle, and his campaign as an enemy of his descendant was naturally opposed.

    Namgung Jangcheon swore at his grandfather, who was the head of the household at the time, and the grandfather laughed emptyly and suggested a secret dance.

    The secret dance of the grandfather, who was called the swordsman, and Jo Muraegi, who could not even cast a ticket, was established, with the generous condition that he would win if he even touched his collar.

    Naturally, Namgung Jangcheon couldn''t even rub the collar of his grandfather, Geomje, and was beaten hard.

    And on that day, I received the blessing of history for the first time on the day I testified in front of the monument.

    His achievements are simply a challenge.

    It was publicly recognized for challenging a swordsman who was much higher than himself.

    No way . The guy, the guy... ?"

    Namgung Jangcheon tried to deny it, but he was already agreeing with it in his head.

    There is no other reason to simply not want to admit it.

    He was afraid that the achievement recognized by the blessings of history would become a "challenge to the impossible."

    Namgung Jangcheon ordered the samurai who had been waiting until then.

    "Bring your sword."

    Yep.

    Although Moorim Maengju''s plight was taken away, there are a few more famous swords made of meteorite like him.

    Because Namgung-se, who produced the Thousand Sword Yajang, was the head of the family.

    "I will prove myself by cutting him down."

    It is the opponent who gave this level of blessing to the challenge itself. If you exceed him, the public settlement you will receive later... .

    It was dangerous to pay attention to ashes before they even started, so I tried to calm my mind and find my immobility.

    ''Kill him.''

    I only had one proposition in my head.

    It was a time of concentrating, concentrating, and refining the mind.

    whip profit.

    Namgung Jangcheon raised his head at the feeling that his stomach became more sensitive than before.

    shoo woo.

    A hawk was slowly coming down, and coincidentally, it was about to get down next to Namgung Jangcheon.

    surely?

    Because he suffered so much, when he saw the beast, his sensitive nerves stood sharply.

    I wondered if it was a beast run by a blood horse, but the result was even worse.

    Whirlik.

    The hawk turned into smoke, and the blood horse landed on the floor and grinned.

    "Wow, what does that look different?"

    " ."

    Namgung Jangcheon saw Suho and sharpened his teeth.

    "Are you from Earth?"

    Huh.

    "After killing you ."

    made a commitment

    "I will kill all the earthlings."

    Suho blinked his eyes.

    "Why?"

    " ."

    The attack didn''t work at all.

    Is he the kind of guy who doesn''t care about life other than himself?

    "I will tear your family apart and kill you."

    okay?

    " ."

    Namgung Jangcheon kept his mouth shut as his composure was not disturbed in the slightest.

    If he was heartless, he would be sad if he was second on the planet Gucheon, but not as much as Suho.

    "Anyone can bark."

    Suho chuckled.

    Well, it''s not yesterday or today.

    You can''t catch every dog barking.

    "But if you show your claws, you have to take responsibility."

    Just barking and jumping in are two different things.

    Courage is imaginary, but you have to let them know the price of the challenge.

    "Lord!"

    The samurai of Moorimmaeng hurriedly brought one of his swords from Maengjujeon, and threw it with all his might in the unfamiliar atmosphere.

    shuaak.

    Namgung Jangcheon felt the peace of mind when he grabbed the flying long sword.

    With just one achievement, I felt myself becoming a completely different person from before.

    Perhaps this was not the settlement of achievements, but the mission that history gave to him to kill that earthling.

    "Is that also made by Soonpil?"

    "No need to talk. Come on."

    Suho ran and grabbed the sword that Namgung Jangcheon stabbed again.

    "This is also confiscated."

    "Ugh!"

    Namgung Jangcheon created a history.

    The ship is bigger than before.

    The gentle air that emanates from there.

    Paang!

    With the explosion of the flag, Suho let go of his hand and retreated.

    "Wow, what have you been doing?"

    Suho was surprised.

    I was curious as to the secret to such a power-up in that short time.

    "Fufufu. Ha ha ha ha ha!

    Namgung Jangcheon was convinced.

    ''This power .''

    This is not a settlement for the challenge.

    It is a revelation and mission from history that we must get rid of that guy.

    "I am the hero of history."

    History has chosen him.

    I will kill that terrestrial man and make him disappear.

    "Okay, let''s do it quickly."

    Suho wiped his tingling palms and walked back slowly.

    Power-ups are not only available to the Moorim.

    Whirrik.

    White smoke like a haze rose from Suho''s body. The smoke became hair as it was, and the half-human half-beast appeared in Moorim.

    "Now that I see it, it''s a monster."

    "No, this is a dog."

    " ."

    Suho corrected.

    "It''s personal."

    It sounds weird.

    It''s been a while since I''ve changed into a wolf.

    Shuah!

    Namgung Jangcheon stretched out his sword with full of confidence, but Suho''s forefoot, which was united with Baekgu, blocked it too easily.

    Kaang!

    A strong energy flowed through his long forelimbs like an assassin''s sword.

    In addition to the power-up caused by the transformation, the Moorim people''s inner qigong has been added to make it stronger.

    A species that transcends humans has even surpassed its limits.

    "Cree!"

    Kaang, Kang!

    Namgung Jangcheon was pushed back by Suho''s attack.

    ''why .''

    Nothing has changed from before.

    Although he had gained a lot of power, his opponent still seemed to be on the high side. I feel like I can''t get over it no matter what I do.

    The moment he thought of defeat, Namgung Jangcheon''s sword was broken.

    Kaang!

    "Ugh."

    "Something like a monster!"

    Kwajik!

    Suho''s teeth bit Namgung Jangcheon''s shoulder.

    Wow!

    "Great."

    He lifted it high as if he was about to tear it apart with his shoulder, then slammed it to the floor.

    bang!

    Suho''s thick feet stepped on Namgung Jangcheon.

    Kwajik!

    Sharp, protruding claws gripped his body like hooks.

    "This is a curvature."

    Suho pulled out a cracked meteorite sword.

    Kwajik!

    Gokseong pierced the heart of Namgung Jangcheon.

    "Big!"

    "Are you sick?"

    Suho pulled out a howl and stabbed him again.

    Kwajik!

    "Soonpil was also in pain."

    This is the heart of a father who has lost a child.

    cry and cry

    Kwajik!

    Wash away your tears with this blood and let go of the burden of your heart.

    Kwajik!

    When Namgung Jangcheon completely stopped breathing, Gokseong was drenched in his blood.

    "Come down."

    shua ah.

    The flying dragon floating in the sky slowly descended. Jang Soon-pil, who was in the carriage, got off and walked slowly.

    Ah ."

    It''s a face that doesn''t know if it''s happy or sad.

    Jang Soon-pil, who approached Namgung Jangcheon without even thinking of wiping the flowing tears, collapsed.

    Alas!

    Lived as a slave for 8 years.

    The master, who dared not even look at his face, died mercilessly. by the sword he made.

    "Ahhhh!"

    I knew it would be sad, but I miss it the most.

    I miss my wife who went first, and my young daughter who doesn''t even know the date of the memorial service.

    "Ugh."

    Suho just protected Jang Soon-pil, who was crying.

    Geon-woo and Wang-il of the Dangjin Railroad got off the wagon and stood there with sad faces.

    Jang Soon-pil, who had finished crying after a while, neatly cleaned his hair and bowed in front of Suho.

    "From now on, I will take care of this elder brother with all my heart until the day his life dies."

    Jang Soon-pil did it with all his heart.

    Suho smiled and looked around.

    The samurai of the Moorimmaeng gathered in the commotion.

    "Are you going to jump?"

    " ."

    The lord of Moorim is dead.

    However, when no one dared to attack, Suho returned the cracked and blood-drenched Gokseong to Jang Soon-pil and took out the sword of the Moorim Maengju from his inventory.

    "What''s the name of this?"

    The King''s Sword is coming.

    Suho chuckled.

    The name is childish and nice.

    In the meantime, more and more Moorimmaeng samurai had crossed a thousand hurricanes.

    The head of the Moorim League was murdered at the headquarters of the Moorim League.

    "Let''s kill the demons!"

    "Let''s kill the blood horse and get revenge on the lord!"

    Someone''s cry became a catalyst and gave courage to the hesitant samurai

    The anger of the group became the courage of the individual, making all use possible.

    Watching the black crowds, Suho focused his energy on his sword.

    "This is one of my servants, my merciful warning."

    The revenge was not over.

    I need to know Moorim.

    What will happen if I touch my servant?

    woo woo.

    The king''s sword trembled.

    This is a kind of area mark.

    We must announce revenge and show off our power so that they don''t even make up their minds. Even stepping on the portal to Earth should be made to play.

    ''Hoengsocheon-gun.''

    A thousand enemies can be berries.

    Because of the blood shed today, I will not dare cherish revenge.

    As the king''s sword of protection was swung, the warriors of the Murim League were knocked down.