The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 142

A One-on-Three Battle.

The cloud dragon that left Unam’s hand raised its sharp teeth and bit at anything it came across, and the swords of Jeon Yao and Jeon Hyeon sharply tore Lee Kang-baek’s body.

Close to a hundred seconds of workshops followed.

earth!

The sword splits in the yam sword.

Fuck!

Unam was hit in the abdomen by the side of the sword he swung and bounced off.

“Keugh!”

“Sasook!”

Unam stuck in the rock vomited blood.

“Ha ha ha… It was quite right.”

Standing with a yam sword on his shoulder, Lee Kang-baek also lets out a weary breath.

He too was wounded and his clothes were cut like rags here and there, but he was nothing compared to Unam’s group.

Jeon Hyeon and Jeon Yo could not stand up even though they were supported by the broken sword, and Unam’s eyes were blurring from the terrible internal injuries.

It wasn’t that Unam was weak.

It was only because Lee Kang-baek was too strong.

The cloud dragon created by Unam was strong, strong, sophisticated, and sharp, but in the end, it could not surpass Lee Kang-baek’s sword, so its back was cut and its teeth were pulled out.

It was impossible to overturn the remarkable difference in power possessed by Kang’s warriors.

It could be said that it was thanks to Jinmu that I was able to last for about 100 seconds in the first place.

It was because through the fight with him, the Eight Eight Sik of the Cloud Serpents became much more sophisticated.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to avoid Lee Kang-baek’s yam sword, which he had devoted all his energy to, even for ten seconds.

“It’s quite good. A person who has not yet reached the level of a river can show this much strength.”

Kangbaek Lee looked at Unam and was genuinely impressed.

And it spewed out a stronger life force.

“Even if it’s not a Guyaja, I’ll have to kill it and get rid of the buds.”

he approaches

finished.

It’s unfortunate, but it was unavoidable.

However, even so, Unam swallowed the blood welling up through his throat and pulled up his sucking power to stand up.

“Hoo?”

Unam staggers, blocking the front of Bang Yoocheok and adopting a posture.

Seeing this, Kangbaek Lee stopped walking and looked at Unam with strange eyes.

“Kunryun… even if I die… I won’t… collapse.”

“….”

At Unam’s difficult words, Kangbaek Lee stared blankly at him, then grabbed the sword that was slung over his shoulder with both hands.

“An enemy, but an admirable fellow. good night. give me a courtesy With the strongest herb food I have…”

Lee Kang-baek lowered his posture and stretched his yam sword.

Whoops!

The black demonic energy that spreads along with the vibrations that shook the air filled all directions, and soon it was young as if it were clumped together in a yam island.

A black strong qi composed of demonic energy.

Lee Kang-baek acknowledged Unam and intended to cut him down with a single blow.

Slashing Hon-swae Moon (魂鎖斬月).

“die…?”

Lee Kang-baek, who had been trying to split the world in half with a young Kang-ki on Yam-do, hurriedly turned his head at the eerie feeling that suddenly dug into his backbone.

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A piercing sound cut through the air.

“…!”

And he felt a tremendous energy and soon revealed his identity.

“Keuk!”

It pierces through the demons that formed the siege and flies.

carbon steel?

Lee Kang-baek was frightened by something that revealed his shape like an arrow shot, and pulled the sword to protect himself.

Taaang!

Something flew with a harsh metal sound and hit the broad blade.

‘Keugh!’

Lee Kang-baek’s face was distorted as he was pushed back by the enormous shock and forced to stand up.

tangang is sure

Even if you block it, what if it gives you this much shock?

Maybe Jinryong?

Did he make an appearance?

Lee Kang-baek raised his eyes to find the person who cast the tangang with a hard face.

and he appeared

Carrying the blue strong wind like a sword.

“does not make sense!”

Lee Kang-baek vomited his flagship to the river in his hand.

Following tangang, this time it is a sword.

Regardless of Lee Kang-baek’s surprise, with every step he took, the blue light drew a diagonal line and all the demons blocking him were sliced away.

A massacre, not a fight.

A man slowly walked along the path made of blood that had spurted out on the floor.

‘Isn’t it windmill?’

One corner of Lee Kang-baek’s eye trembled.

Of course, the person who was expected to be Jinryong was a guru with only contracts.

“Aren’t these fucking bastards out of the way?”

The appearance is obviously a guru, but the way he speaks is vulgar.

However, if you wait longer, all the elites of Childongcheon will turn into blood on the flesh.

What’s the use of fighting and fighting in front of someone who uses a sword?

“Everyone get out of here!”

At Lee Kang-baek’s cry, the Demonic Cultists who had pointed their swords at Jinmu retreated all at once.

“It will happen right away.”

When the obstacle in the way disappeared, Jinmu walked in with great strides.

“The Magic Cult is finished. Thousands of masters harass weak kids.”

“….”

Did it look like a walk?

Jinmu, who had destroyed the sword, approached Kangbaek Lee with his hands behind his back.

“Move.”

what?

Lee Kang-baek had never experienced anything like this in his life.

What’s more, the blue-eyed young guru.

Lee Kang-baek widened his eyes and clenched his fists, but the movement was faster.

I couldn’t even see it move, but I saw Jinmu’s back floating in the air, and a kicked foot was flying like a whirlwind.

Clap!

Lee Kang-baek’s body, which had managed to pull his arm to block it, slipped for a long time from where it was standing.

“Keugh!”

Even though he blocked it, his face frowned at the shock that seemed to break his arm bones.

No matter how unprepared it was, the arms that were full of energy?

‘how? Surely there was no preparation at all?’

For Lee Kang-baek, it was nothing but a question.

Jinmu’s attack just now was obviously a common back kick. The speed had to be slow as it took one more action than a normal kick.

And there had to be preparation for jumping and there had to be a precursor for the body to rotate.

But all he saw was his foot, which flew at the moment he swung.

‘Who is this guy?’

While Kangbaek Lee looked at Jinmu’s back.

“Are you okay?”

Jinmu approached Unam.

“Jimmu Dojang…”

“You stupid bastards…”

“…?”

Jinmu’s swear words distort the faces of Unam and other Kunryun masters.

“Jinmu… Dojo?”

“So, was it just this?”

“…?”

What are you talking about?

“Did you risk your life just to secure something like a room oil?”

“What is it?”

“done. Don’t talk.”

Jinmu shook his head.

In the meantime, Lee Kang-baek, who had been forced out of the way by Jinmu, approaches again with fierce momentum.

“What are you?”

The ridicule at the corners of Lee Kang-baek’s mouth.

I know that Jinmu is strong. Anyone who uses a sword beyond the tangang has a much higher level than himself.

However, no follow-up reinforcements were seen.

Behind him, including Lee Kang-baek, are the elite of Childongcheon.

The number reaches one hundred.

No matter how strong you are, it is impossible to survive unless you have the level of inaction of Jeongmu Chilseong.

Isn’t it just a guru of terms and conditions?

There’s no way he could have reached that level without even knowing his face.

“Your liver is a big guy. To come alone to rescue the guru of Kunlun.”

“Save? who? I?”

“what?”

“Why are you ignoring helpless grassroots dying and saving pups risking their lives for something like an oil spill?”

The faces of Unam and Kunlun masters were even more distorted at the ridicule that stood on the day of Jinmu.

“A midfielder? door? you’re talking shit In the end, the essence is just a group of Murim people who are faithful to their own interests. At the same time, you’re good at distinguishing between Sama Jung, aren’t you?”

Words that go beyond Kunlun and denigrate the entire Jeongpa movement. Even so, no one could confidently refute his words.

“How funny. They are afraid that Bang Yu-cheok will join another faction. What about that treasured sword?”

Unam’s face twisted even more miserably at the harsh criticism in his words.

Jinmu’s gaze, full of ridicule, is directed at Bang Yucheok, which is guarded by Kunlun warriors.

Then I approached him.

The Demonic Cult warriors surrounding them didn’t seem to care at all.

“Room oil?”

As Jinmu approached, Yucheok Bang and his party lowered their heads.

“Thank you so much for your help. At least…”

“Don’t misunderstand me like a dog. Because I have no intention of saving you.”

“…?”

“By the way, it’s definitely a room oil. It’s a complete bummer.”

“…yes?”

Jinmu nodded his head in admiration, and Bang Yucheok made a puzzled expression.

“Bangyuchuk is right… but who are you?”

“…”

What does that mean?

That’s right, who are you?

Isn’t that a sentence that doesn’t make sense at all?

“What is it?”

“I told you. You are right, but who are you?”

“…?”

Jinmu’s question made not only Bang Yucheok’s party, but also Unam, Gonryun’s disciple, and Lee Kang-baek have doubts.

“Bang Yoochuk’s face is right?”

“…”

“But it’s not a room oil spill.”

Seeing Jinmu looking to the left and right of Bang Yucheok as if it were strange, Gonryun’s disciple Jeongsoon stepped forward.

“How could you be so rude to Ji Jinmu Dojo Gu Ya-ja…”

“Shut up if you don’t know. You stupid bastard.”

“…yes?”

Jeong-soon put on a blank expression at the very direct words.

Jinmu, who was already very angry, focused on Bang Yoo-cheok without even turning his head.

“say it. What are you doing pretending to be a roommate? To make such a grandiose stage. What are you thinking?”

“What do you mean?”

“Listen. At first, I thought about cutting all the Demonic Cult bastards who came to Qinghai and had an accident. But it kept bothering me.”

“….”

“The Bang Yoocheok I know has been dead for a long time, so why are you guys pretending to be wearing his skin?”

Upon hearing that Bang Yu-cheok had died, Kunlun and the Demonic Cultists had expressions full of questions, but the faces of the party next to him hardened.

“Then I suddenly had this idea. Maybe we should kill the devils too, but the cause is those who pretend to be homeless. If it weren’t for those bastards, the Demonic Cult wouldn’t have done such a thing. I don’t know what kind of pups they are, but I have to catch them and kill them.”

“What is that…”

Bang Yoo-cheok and his party pondered over what to do.

As Jinmu said, they are nothing more than a decorated illusion. I knew that Bang Yoo-cheok’s whereabouts were mysterious, but I didn’t even know that he was dead.

But how does the guru of this agreement know that?

Could it be that he is just poking with an imaginary number?

“You’re rolling your head. You have no idea what you’re talking about?”

“…”

“Disguise has a top and a bottom. I guess you guys don’t have the knack for changing faces with internal energy, so they ended up wearing leather.”

There was no change in expression on Bang Yu-cheok’s face, but the faces of the party next to him became more and more contemplative.

“look. It’s normal for people to put on an absurd expression when they hear something like this, even if it’s a real roommate. Like the guys next to you.”

A look of bewilderment flashed in Bang Yu-cheok’s eyes.

“But it’s not that I can’t, it’s that I can’t. Sophisticated, but the leather is too thick. I mean, I can’t express my feelings. That means you just have to look like that. right?”

“…!”

“By the way, do you know how many people died because you provoked the Demonic Cult?”

Jinmu’s eyes darken.

“Damn it! It was discovered.”

Did you know that now?

And now, what if we take that out?

I see everything.

A small cylinder that Bang Yucheok and his companions took out of their arms.

But it’s already too late.