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someone appeared in front of Baek Hyang-mook, who had subdued the masked man who was running away.

He was none other than his disciple Lee Jeong-gyeom.

The lively energy that emanated from Lee Jeong-gyeom was completely different from the level of purity taught by him and the Taegeuk sword master of the shaman faction, Jongseon Jinin.

Rather, it was no different from the energy of Sima Ma\'s external path.

“Master...”

He quickly hid his aura, but it was already too late.

Baek Hyang-mook urged him, aiming the sword at him.

“Since when did you start deceiving me?”

“Master, what do you mean, student.....”

“Aren’t you asking me since when I started deceiving you!”

“........”

Lee Jeong-gyeom could not bear to open his mouth as Baek Hyang-muk pressed him again.

I glanced at the masked person and sighed.

It\'s as if he hoped this day would never come.

“As expected, you knew.”

Baek Hyang-mook sighed at his words.

As the descendant of Geomseon guessed, his disciple seemed to have been captivated by the power of the Sword of Death all along.

It was horrifying how he had been deceiving himself all this time.

Baek Hyang-mook, overcome by a strong sense of betrayal, frowned at him and said,

“He must have been laughing at Nobu, who didn’t notice all along.”

At his words, Lee Jeong-gyeom tilted his head and answered urgently.

“How could I laugh at you, Master? “I am always grateful to my teacher who believed in me and kept me quiet even though I was caught up in the magic of the sword.”

“what?”

Baek Hyang-muk could not hide his surprise at those words.

I always thought he was possessed by a ghost, but now his answer is no different than usual.

It was Lee Jeong-gyeom, the student he knew.

Baek Hyang-mook asked him.

“.......Weren’t you possessed by this castle?”

“yes? “What do you mean by that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you know that I was fighting Liao Sheng?”

‘!?\'

Baek Hyang-muk could not understand the English sentence.

What does this mean, fighting against the fortress of the sword?

So what happened to the numerous massacres that have occurred so far and the death of Taegeuk swordsman Jongseon Jinin?

“You’re fighting Liao Sheng? So does that mean you remember everything?”

“.......yes. “If it weren’t for the help of the gods of all things, I wouldn’t have known that I was captivated by the power of the sword until the end.”

“God’s help in all things?”

Only then was the question about the faithfulness in all things spoken of by Geomseon’s descendant answered.

* * *

“Have you been imitating my student this whole time?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, whose skin was stained black, laughed at Baek Hyang-muk\'s words.

What does this ridicule mean?

Baekhyang-muk, full of anger, let out a flash of red anger like lightning.

It was a sign that had the potential to end things in an instant, but Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was stained black, cut it down with a simple stroke of the sword.

-Okay!

Lee Jeong-gyeom, whose teeth were stained black after cutting them, spoke.

“Imitate it. “That’s fun.”

“what?”

“Who imitated whom?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, stained black, waved the inspection paper along with those words.

Then, a sharp aircraft filled with a black haze flew in a straight line towards the two priests.

Lee Jeong-gyeom jumped forward and stretched out his hand toward the flying flag.

Then, before it could reach the hand, it was deflected and bounced upward.

-Okay!

It was the number of peach blossom grafting shown by Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black.

However, what is surprising is that while Lee Jeong-gyeom, who is dyed black, can only let the energy flow if he touches it directly, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who appeared with white ink, lets the energy flow out even before he touches it.

The sensitivity to energy is beyond imagination.

“It is indeed an innate talent.”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was stained black, also seemed to acknowledge this and said something like that.

However, I asked outright if there was one thing I did not understand.

“But how are you withstanding the fortress of the Sword of Death?”

“There’s no reason to tell you that.”

-Pot!

With those words, Baek Hyang-muk, including Lee Jeong-gyeom, simultaneously launched a new weapon.

The priests noticed that this dark-stained Lee Jeong-gyeom was unusual, so they seemed to be trying to subdue him with joint attacks.

But they had no choice but to stop along the way.

This was because Lee Jeong-gyeom, stained black, had already pulled out his long needle and was aiming at me.

Baek Hyang-mook shouted at him.

“You’re cowardly. “Can’t we let him go right now?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was stained black at his urging, laughed and said.

“You are sorely mistaken.”

“what?”

“This guy is more dangerous than you guys. “Do you think it would be difficult to deal with you guys?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the guy threw his long needle at me.

-Shoot! Sigh!

“Oops!”

The long needle penetrated exactly where the heart was.

I felt a burning pain more than when I penetrated the area where the Danjeon was located.

“small type!”

“this guy!”

Baek Hyang-muk and Lee Jeong-gyeom shouted in surprise when they saw the heart being pierced by a long needle.

As if enjoying their reactions, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, looked at me and chuckled.

“Did you think I would let the match stop?”

“Off.”

“It will be painful. “Acupuncture needles are designed so that the sharp protrusions stick together and do not fall off even when the body regenerates.”

It looks like it was carefully prepared.

Seeing as they had set a trap assuming that I also had excellent recovery abilities.

He turned his head away from me and said.

“Taste the helplessness of being unable to do anything. “I will kill you last.”

And then he walked towards them.

Baek Hyang-muk roared in anger and struck him with a sword.

“Inoooom!”

Baekhyangmuk stretched out like a hawk gliding for its prey and spread its sword blade towards him.

It was Hyeolra Geomcheon, the sword of Hyeolcheon Daera Sword.

Although it did not reach the state of extremeness, the blood sword heaven unfolding in the hands of a peerless swordsman like Baek Hyang-muk was very close to perfection.

But

-PapaPapaPap!

Surprisingly, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, stood still and easily blocked it.

Even the power contained in the swordsmanship seemed to be flowing out, and the divine energy contained in the baekhyang ink\'s swords spread out in all directions.

“How?”

Baek Hyang-mook looked embarrassed.

He thought that the technique of the Hyeolcheon Daeragong, which focuses his energy, would be able to counter the number of Ihwa grafting techniques, but he seemed embarrassed when it did not work.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, laughed at him.

“It would have worked about 300 years ago, but not now.”

“Over three hundred years?”

“What should I do when my efforts to engage in blood demon martial arts, even risking damage to my reputation, become meaningless?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black and easily blocked Baek Hyang-muk\'s sword, dug into the gap.

I was in danger of being pierced between the eyes by a quick sword.

However, in the nick of time, Lee Jeong-gyeom aimed for Lee Jeong-gyeom\'s neck, which was stained black with anticipation, and this ended in a misfire.

-Whirl!

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, avoided this by using his leisurely steps.

The two priests joined forces at the same time.

Baek Hyang-muk, who decided that the Hyeolcheondaera sword would not work anyway, opened the sword of his own German sword method, the Mukseon sword method.

As if to assist him, Lee Jeong-gyeom unfolded the blade of the Taegeuk sword.

As if to match each other, Baekhyangmuk\'s sword was the main one, and Lee Jeong-gyeom\'s Taegeuk sword filled the empty space.

-Choo! Cham!

“Haha! Feel so good.”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, was excited and blocked their sword attacks.

He showed great prowess by blocking the endless barrage of swordsmanship with only one hand without moving a single step.

Baek Hyang-mook and Lee Jeong-gyeom could not help but be astonished by such incredible skills.

When Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was even dyed black, drew a circle

- Papang!

“Tsk!”

“Anit!”

-Chrrrrrrrr!

The air rippled like a wave as if it had hit something, and their new model bounced away.

When Lee Jeong-gyeom looked at him with surprised eyes, the dark-faced Lee Jeong-gyeom laughed and said.

“This is the completed Igijin-gyeong (移氣眞經).”

“Lee Ki-jin-kyung?”

“It can’t be compared to the imperfections you learned through Baek (魄).”

Lee Jeong-gyeom\'s eyes wavered as he said these words.

Lee Jeong-gyeom said as if he couldn’t understand.

“.......Did you also learn that through the magic of the Dreadful Sword?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black by this question, suddenly burst into laughter, wondering what was so funny.

“Hahahahahaha!”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who had been laughing for a long time, then shook his head and said in disappointment.

“I can’t believe that’s all I said after seeing the completed Lee Ki-jin-kyung.”

“What on earth are you?”

“I am like a teacher to you.”

“What is that...”

-Sreuk!

Before Lee Jeong-gyeom could finish speaking, his new brother appeared behind him.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who missed his movement, rushed forward.

Although he was not capable of keeping up with the movements, he was able to catch the opponent\'s movements with his sensitive sense of humor.

“The feeling is amazing. one.”

When Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, stretched out the sword, the black sword stretched out in a straight line and pierced Lee Jeong-gyeom\'s back.

-Poof!

“Tsk!”

Lee Jeong-gyeom gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and fired a bullet at the guy.

Although it looked like an ordinary Japanese sword, it was a ten-dangeum (十段錦) that boasted the most powerful destructive power among the shaman sect\'s swords, as it had a heat eclipse stacked on a single sword.

“Your learning is shallow.”

However, when Lee Jeong-gyeom, who even the ten-dan gold was stained black, lightly stretched out his hand, it was blocked by a layer of waving air, and the aftereffects of the ten-dan gold bounced back and hit Lee Jeong-gyeom.

-Paang! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

Lee Jeong-gyeom was thrown out and flew away, breaking the trees.

Baek Hyang-muk received him through the method of grafting with evil spirits and let go of the aftermath.

-Blah blah blah!

The floor cracked around the soles of his feet.

A haze rose from Baek Hyang-muk\'s body due to his power beyond imagination.

It must have been overwhelming to resolve everything, not only because of the Ten Dangeum, but also because of the efforts of Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black.

-Gurgling!

“Master?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom\'s throat was choked as he saw the blood flowing from Baek Hyang-muk\'s mouth.

This would be the first time, even as a student, that the Infinite First Sword, known as the best swordsman of the faction, was injured like this.

Baek Hyang-mook took a deep breath and said.

“Don’t relax. “If we let our guard down even a little here, our priest’s life will be over.”

“.......I will keep this in mind, my disciple.”

At his teacher\'s command, Lee Jeong-gyeom sharpened his fighting spirit.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was stained black as he watched them, sneered.

“You’re doing useless things.”

“You will have to try it to find out whether it will be useless or not.”

The trees around him were shaking violently due to the wind pressure, as if Baek Hyang-muk had pulled them up with all his strength.

I felt like risking my life here.

Despite such momentum, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, did not lose his composure at all.

On the contrary, he was so arrogant that he even uttered outrageous words.

“I will kill you within 3 seconds.”

“what?”

In martial arts, there is a saying that one cannot be the best of three powerful intellects.

It was also a remark intended to provoke or provoke those who were absolutely inferior to oneself.

Baek Hyang-mook\'s face was extremely cold, perhaps because she was angry at experiencing something for the first time in her life.

However, the experienced veteran did not hesitate here.

Baek Hyang-mook, who looked like he was about to launch a new model, asked.

“.......With your level of inaction, there would be no reason to imitate my student and do something like this. What is your intention?”

“under!”

At that question, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was stained black, snorted.

The term imitation seems to be offensive.

But that was the end.

To begin with, he was not a person who opened his mouth easily.

However, Baek Hyang-muk did not stop there.

“Did you imitate my disciple under orders from someone named Geumsangje? “To have my disciple be put in the trap of a murderer, the rarest type of murderer?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom\'s darkened eyes narrowed.

It seems unpleasant.

Then he said he had a change of heart.

“Don’t be mistaken. Who do you think arranged for the sword to fall into that guy’s hands?”

“...Are you saying you did that?”

“It wasn’t me who was imitating, but your student. Of course, since I was caught by my evil spirit, it was no different from my own doing.”

“What do you mean? What is a hundred.....”

-Chuck!

Before the question could be finished, a black spirit waved and split the air.

Baek Hyang-mook blocked this with similar excitement, but was pushed back by more than ten steps, probably due to the difference in attack power.

-Chrrrrrrrr!

“The small talk is over. “It is a fact that you will die here.”

It seemed like he had no intention of talking any further.

At that time, Baek Hyang-mook, who had been pushed back, looked at where I was.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was stained black, laughed and laughed.

“Seeing him doesn’t change anything.”

Ignoring his words, Baek Hyang-mook spoke loudly so that I could hear.

“I think this is all Nobu can find out.”

‘!?\'

At those words, Lee Jeong-gyeom, darkened, looked at me with sharp eyes.

-Sureuk!

His new form dispersed like fog and appeared above me.

Then, he immediately tried to stomp on my neck as if he was planning to kill me.

At that moment, I blocked the sole of his foot with my hand.

-Park!

Lee Jeong-gyeom\'s dark-stained eyes narrowed.

“What about you?”

I penetrated all the blood vessels in my body, including the lower and middle zones, so how do I move?

Embodimental transformation was not a method that could simply change one\'s appearance.

Since even the muscles of the entire body could be transformed, changing the positions of organs or blood vessels was not a problem.

I told the guy.

“You should have aimed for the neck from the beginning.”

“this guy!”

The guy tried to apply even more power.

At that moment, countless long needles stuck in my body exploded in all directions like the secret technique of the Tang family, Thousand Flowers and Rain.

-Papa pa pa pa pa paak!

The guy hurriedly threw his sword backwards and deflected the long needles using Lee Ki-jin-kyung\'s technique.

And he tried to attack me, but Baek Hyang-mook surprised him with his sword and held it in check.

Of course, without missing this opportunity, Lee Jeong-gyeom also killed all his energy and aimed at the guy\'s back.

“joy!”

-Paaaaang!

However, the two people were thrown away at the same time by the waves of air that formed like waves.

-Chrrrrrrrr!

Baek Hyang-muk, who was pushed out, spoke to me.

“I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad you’re safe.”

It was Baek Hyang-muk whom I knew to be Geomseon’s disciple, not his descendant.

“Thank you.”

In fact, at the point when the middle battle was blocked by the Namcheoncheolgeom, I changed my body with the Somatomangyeonsul.

The reason I continued without showing it was because I thought he had won and wanted to make him reveal everything.

However, things got a little messy when these priests arrived at the perfect time.

Baek Hyang-mook said without looking away from the guy.

“Your teacher is in the Martial Arts League. “Nobu will try to stop it somehow, so take my student and ask for help.”

“Master! “It can’t be!”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who noticed that he was making a sacrifice, refused.

When I saw Baek Hyang-mook say something in full voice, it seemed like she was scolding him.

So I stepped forward and spoke.

“There is no need for that.”

“That monster is so overwhelming that no one but your teacher can deal with him. Listen to Nobu’s words…”

-Pot!

Before I could finish trying to dissuade him, he shouted at me with a scary expression on his face.

“Even if you are released, nothing will change!”

I held out my palms toward the floor.

“Namcheon.”

At that moment, the floor shook violently.

-Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

Then, soon after, the Namcheon Iron Sword broke through the ground and appeared.

-I waited.

It was embedded quite deeply.

I, holding the Namcheon Iron Sword, stabbed the guy.

Then, he drew a circle with his hand holding the sword and unfolded Lee Ki-jin-kyung\'s number.

There was a wave like a wave, and the point where I stabbed the sword stopped in the air, and in return, an even stronger force arose and tried to throw me away.

“Don’t misunderstand that I did it on purpose. “This is my true inaction.”

A black haze rose and swirled from the guy\'s body, and Lee Ki-jin-kyung\'s rebound strength doubled.

- Quad deud deuk!

Then, about thirty floors of floor space were about to cave in due to tremendous pressure.

“.....This is ridiculous power!”

“small type! “Go away!”

Baek Hyang-mook and Lee Jeong-gyeom shouted at me in surprise.

The corner of his mouth went up, as if he was elated by the huge aftermath.

It was that moment.

-Shoooooooo!

The blood throughout my body circulated furiously, and steam rose.

As if that were not enough, along with the adaptation of the brain energy, blood demonization occurred at the same time, and red thunder electricity enveloped the entire body.

-Pachichichichichichik!

The guy\'s eyes shook at this change.

“Same here.”

With those words, he applied rotational force to the tip of the Namcheon Iron Sword, giving it even more strength.

Then, with a black haze, Lee Ki-jin-kyung, which was undulating like a wave, bent and burrowed inside.

And then it started to tear apart.

The guy was taken aback and quickly twisted his body with all his might.

At that moment

- Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa!

A sword strike loaded with red lightning pierced the air.

It seems to have been a long time since the time of Dohwaseon that the adaptation of the brain energy and the blood demon and jinhyeolgeum body were simultaneously expanded beyond the pure power through the union of vital energy.

There is no comparison between the power of the time and now.

I managed to avoid it, but the guy who got hit near my shoulder looked back and swallowed without realizing it.

“Sa...San....”

Lee Jeong-gyeom’s voice was heard from behind.

He seems shocked.

As expected, the large mountain in front of me had a hole as large as a hundred holes in it.

You...what the hell...

Baek Hyang-mook was also surprised and couldn\'t help but exclaim.

There may be a strange misunderstanding for no reason as he is stronger than when he was mistaken for a descendant of Geomseon.

First of all, fake Lee Jeong-gyeom comes first.

I smiled wickedly at him and said.

“Because it’s not the real Lee Jeong-gyeom. You don’t have to control your strength.”

“Wait a minute...”

-Chuck!

Ouch!

He tried to say something, but I didn\'t even listen and cut his back.

I urgently tried to stop it with Lee Ki-jin-kyung, but it was no use.

That\'s because I cut it down.

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