last day (3)
A term called death penalty by Makwon.
His ascetic is the legendary sect Mujongmun, and Mujongmun moves its residence according to the new munju.
There is a legend that the Mujongmun is a sect created by masters of different martial arts.
In fact, Makwon, who belonged to the martial arts clan, was able to master all kinds of martial arts within it. Although I did not learn much, I was able to achieve great things just by observing with my own eyes.
Afterwards, like a seeker, he left the sect and stayed in the mountains to perfect his own martial arts, which were Cheonmu Shinbyeonggi (天武神兵氣) and Cheonmubyeongjanggong (天武兵將功), which were the original martial arts of Makwon.
In this way, Mo Yuan started a family, but he never went to Mujongmun after that.
Since he did not return to his hometown on his own, people from his hometown came to visit him. However, this meeting was not what Makwon had hoped for.
“It’s been a while.”
The already cold winter air became sharp and heavy, as if it contained broken pieces of iron.
Makwon intuitively realized this.
‘I became stronger.’
An old man holding a black long spear.
It was literally like seeing a lion. It was full of bloody murder and solemn majesty, as if it were actually seeing a lion in front of it.
“long time no see.”
“Crap things don’t go anywhere.”
Although he has achieved great heights, he has no dignity at all.
The old man continued speaking in a cold and fierce tone.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, the ambassador, so you nod your head stiffly. “It’s the same now as it was then.”
Makwon smiled.
It was a smile filled with bitterness.
“The ambassadorial punishment is no different from before. Even though he is old, he is still stiff.”
“How many holes do you really have to drill in your body to fix your bad hair?”
“I got hurt a lot after competing in the tournament. “But seeing things like this, it seems like it’s nature.”
“Well, since there are no ups or downs, I end up wandering the world as a mere wild man.”
Makwon looked behind the old man.
It’s a horse that looks to be about fifty years old. The men he had never seen before were glaring at him, holding spears in the same posture as the old man.
“Your personality is the same, but you have fallen a lot in the past. Did you give any kind of teaching to those bastards? “That feeling of peace of mind that only comes with a group of people is still there.”
It was an uncharacteristically bitter tone of voice.
Hwaaaaaaa!
The old man remained silent, but powerful deadly energy spewed out from the spear magicians lined up behind him.
It was an amazing momentum. Although each individual was not even a single point, the military spirit emitted by everyone together was as strong and powerful as a storm.
Mak Won’s eyes grew cold.
Quad deud deuk!
The incontinence that occurred under his feet passed over the old man’s red horse and passed under the feet of the fifty horsemen.
Heeheeheehee!
The life that poured out like a wave disappeared without a trace. A look of embarrassment appeared on the faces of the spearmen who were unable to control the rampaging horsemen.
Makwon said in a cold voice.
“For those who have just started to pick up a spear, who are they widening their eyes at? “Before you trust the captain and go on a rampage, develop decent skills first.”
Phew!
The momentum of Makwon rising like a cloud.
It was a powerful force that felt like a hundred different powers, different from the old man’s hard and sharp force.
Stiffness of stiffness. Makwon’s martial arts skills, which had advanced through numerous battles, were so heavy that fifty horsemen could not handle them.
Even as his disciples retreated in embarrassment, the old man’s face did not change.
“Is that it?”
“… … .”
“Is that the Heavenly Martial God Weapon you created?”
Makwon’s eyes became sharp.
“How do you know my martial arts skills?”
“… … indeed.”
A voice that conveys many things.
“There’s a reason why old people covet you. “That martial art is not yet complete.”
It has been reported.
Makwon recalled the juniors who visited him several times while training in the mountains. They were all brilliant people, not even interested in worldly fame, but living only with the single thought of martial arts.
“It is complete. “There is room for improvement, though.”
“That means it is not finished.”
“Make no mistake about the death penalty. For me, this martial art is complete. “Even the same martial arts skill can be interpreted and felt differently depending on the person, and the death penalty has already lost the spirit of martial arts.”
“Who is the bastard who abandoned his clan and ran off on his own to talk about his spirit?”
“Even though he was a bastard, he didn’t ruin the sect like anyone else did.”
“There is no separate entry point.”
“Why is the story so long today? why? Are you scared of the priest you haven’t seen in a long time?”
The old man’s face, which had been relaxed the whole time, suddenly hardened.
“Yes, this guy.”
“The life, the look in the eyes, the fingers that fix the spear. “Everyone can see that you look like you’re crazy because you want to attack me, so why are you just using your tongue?”
Cheeeeeeeee!
A faint haze wafted from Makwon, who held the white thunder spear with both hands and lowered his posture.
“This priest is ready. “You don’t have to give up any players, so come in anytime.”
The corners of the old man’s mouth rose.
“Would you like to compete with me using spear skills?”
“Whether it is a spear, a fist, or a sword, it is all the same weapon to this priest.”
“How dare a guy who plays with miscellaneous things because he doesn’t have the confidence to risk his life on the same path say something like that?”
Jiiiiiiing!
An intense howl erupted from the old man’s black window.
Purr!
The red horse ridden by the old man toured.
Makwon’s eyes deepened.
The red horse’s innocent eyes looked towards Makwon. It was like seeing a friend I had known for a long time.
‘Red dragon.’
Makwon opened his mouth.
“Please come down.”
“Just getting on a horse is enough.”
“The red dragon is injured. Please come down.”
“It is a place where harsh teachings are given to priests who are lacking in courage. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
Flash!
As soon as he finished speaking, the gun that shot out from the spear of the curtain flew towards the red horse’s neck.
Quang!
The red horseman staggered back.
If the old man hadn’t swung his black spear to stop the sword, the red horse’s head would have been blown off in that path.
The old man’s eyes wavered slightly. It’s because I didn’t know that that guy was seriously aiming for the Red Dragon.
Makwon’s eyes sank even deeper.
“There is no need for personal affection in a match. Are you planning to use the life of an old friend as an excuse to make excuses for a loser?”
“… … good night.”
The old man got off his horse.
The red dragon attacked a few times and then calmly retreated.
Before retreating, Mo Yuan looked into the eyes of the red dragon.
Even though he was a golden beast that was unable to communicate due to his natural voice, he felt understanding in the red dragon’s eyes.
Makwon did not feel sorry for the blow he struck against the red dragon. The Red Dragon, who ran like a tempest through a battlefield unknown to the world, will fully understand the fate of his old friend.
The old man glared at Makwon and shouted to his disciples.
“You guys step out of the hundred.”
One hundred sheets.
It was difficult to understand that no matter how undefeated the battle between the experts was, they were told to retreat a hundred feet away.
But the old man’s actions were right. Makwon saw this as a war, not a fight. A war where you can do anything to defeat your opponent.
The old man sensed a prayer for life and death in Makwon’s prayer and led his disciples away from the battlefield.
‘It’s still the same.’
If nothing else, that thoroughness could be considered the beauty of the battlefield.
Makwon did not understand war throughout his life. He actually hated war. Martial arts inevitably embodies life and death, but for him, martial arts was simply a study of the soul that he could pursue throughout his life.
The old man could not understand enlightenment throughout his life. He actually hated the sound that came out of his mouth. Martial arts inevitably embodies life and death, and for him, martial arts was a proof filled with the pleasure of killing and surviving until death.
The two people were so different.
Because we were different, we walked different paths, and because we were different, we hated each other.
Just like that, the two executioners stood facing each other on the wide, snow-dusted plain.
“Before we win, I want to ask you something.”
The old man was extremely serious. There was no longer any need for arguments like before.
The old man allowed questions to be asked in silence.
“Did you join hands with the Three Religions?”
Makwon’s question surprised the old man in many ways. The biggest surprise among them was, of course, that the person who was solitary became entangled in worldly relationships and began to worry about the well-being of the world.
“I heard there are idiots who join hands with extremely unpleasant fanatics.”
The reaction was ten times more negative than saying no.
Makwon was relieved.
It was not because of Mujongmun’s honor.
“great. “If that’s the case, then I too can face it with the mindset that it is the last fight of my life.”
If Mu Zongwen had joined hands with the Three Schools, Mo Yuan would have tried to escape this situation at any cost. Because I need to tell you this.
But if you don’t catch it, there’s no problem.
I had to fight for life or death with the old man at any time. Today was the day, and he just wanted to focus on winning.
“Why don’t you ask?”
“… … .”
“How did I find you, and why did I find you only now?”
Why now?
That meant that the old man had known Makwon’s destination for a long time.
Makwon grinned.
The Heavenly Martial God Weapon burned and became a dragon ascending to heaven.
“I have no more questions for you, So Hyeon-lip!”
Paaaaang!
Makwon ran.
A man who was called one of the three armies of Seongcheon. Now, the demon army is gone and together with the ghost army, it is called the twin army or the two army, but the world is changing every moment, and the magic circle is no longer the magic circle of the past.
However, Makwon’s realization was so firm and true that even as he moved forward, his center did not waver.
Baekbyeongshingun (百兵神君).
The ultimate expert in the use of a hundred weapons raced towards So Hyeon-rip, the Chang King, another Seongcheon and superior of the same monk.
The white lightning spear spewed fire.
Flash!
It seems like a bolt of lightning explodes.
The white, flexible spear stretched out and aimed at So Hyeon-rip’s neck. It’s bittersweet from the start. There was no destructive power or efficient attack within it.
It is a martial arts and killing method that only kills the enemy.
The divine demon’s white lightning spear aimed at So Hyeon-rip’s throat with the will of death.
The spear of Sohyeon-rip’s black spear, the black spear, rotated.
Taaaaaang!
The blade of the white lightning spear bounced off just before it hit my neck.
It was a truly breathtaking moment, but So Hyeon-lip did not blink an eye. The martial arts skills built up through experience in hundreds of battles and the immobility honed through that experience cannot be shaken by attacks of this magnitude.
Makwon’s white lightning spear spewed fire once again.
Blah blah blah!
It seems that the number of windows has increased to dozens. The new soldier’s spear blade repeatedly pierced So Hyeon-rip’s upper and lower body, and So Hyeon-rip’s magic spear Heukyo deflected Makwon’s attack with a magical movement.
Quad Deuk! Quad deuk!
The two people’s attack created an invisible shock wave. A circle of incontinence was seen spreading across the ground.
Makwon’s attitude, who had attacked Sohyeonrip several times, changed for an instant.
Whoops!
He turned around and attacked the clavicle with the tip of the spear.
So Hyeon-rip easily blocked even that. I don’t even avoid it. He raised the shaft of the black dragon spear to deflect the blow, and both his feet hit the ground up to his peach bones.
Boom!
The black and white polearms rotated and struck each other’s blades with precision.
With a deafening sound, the two people’s new models bounced off each other.
A smile full of joy appeared on Makwon’s face.
So Hyun-rip’s expression hardened.
Thus began a life-or-death battle for the lives of the two executioners who met for the first time in a long time.
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