“Taaaaaap!”
On the steep slope, shaman swordsmen wearing black and white martial arts uniforms ran like flying squirrels.
“Over there!”
“Cut them all down!”
Paaaaat!
The sword, which was dyed a light red in the light of the setting sunset, was fired at the bodies of the Sapae training students who were climbing the slope.
“Aaaah!”
The Sapae-ryeon disciples, whose entire bodies were scorched and distorted, saw the sword flying in and swung their swords viciously. With such fierce force, he was able to break even that thin sword, which didn’t look particularly great, with a single blow.
In fact, an iron sword that cuts through the air without even a common sword is a frightening weapon to ordinary people, but to those who have learned martial arts, it is nothing more than an iron rod that poses no particular threat.
So, the current spirit of the Sapae ryeondans is not without basis.
Whiiiiing!
This is especially true since their blade that cuts through the wind weighs as much as 50 pounds. Sapaeryeondo had no doubt that his weapon would be able to cut the slender iron sword in two at once.
‘I’ll show you what I’ve seen, you bastards!’
Perhaps it was my overly rich experience that gave me this strong confidence.
They have already played a trick on a shaman in the Yangtze River. And even in this shaman mountain, which is no exaggeration to say that it is the home of shamans, they are pushing the pathetic shamans so that they cannot use their hands or feet.
In the past, the mere name of a shaman might have made people tremble, but not anymore. For Sapaeryun, who had already erased Cheongseong and Ami and defeated Shaolin, Panga, and Gong, the name shaman was no longer as scary as before.
I can deal with it. You can knock it down as much as you like.
The Sapae reapers believed so. The past and experience prove that fact.
What happened to my once strong faith was the moment when the sword and sword met each other. A sharp, harsh sound penetrated my ears.
Ga-ga-gak!
‘Huh?’
At the moment when the two weapons collided, Sapaeryeondo sensed something was wrong. Doesn’t it sound strange? No matter how much sword energy there is, it makes no sense for a sword and a sword made of iron to collide at this speed and make the sound of a needle scraping iron.
‘What… … ?’
The next ‘strange thing’ I noticed was none other than his Tao. After breaking the sword, the Tao that was supposed to be locked in the Taoist body was getting out of control and spreading out in a strange direction.
What’s even more strange is that the man holding the sword didn’t feel like it was being twisted at all.
I’m still holding the Tao in my hand, but I can’t move it where I want it to go. It naturally cuts through the empty air as if it had been intended to swing like that from the beginning.
Such strange scenes unfold one after another before your eyes.
‘Oh, how about…’ … .’
However, Sapaeryeondo could not continue his thoughts any longer. No one would be able to turn her head when a sharp sword was flying at her neck and she couldn’t think of a way to avoid it.
“Ghost, ghost… … .”
Even the sword wasn’t that fast. The blade gently sliced through Jang Han’s neck. It was a smooth, not rough, clean movement with no room for avoidance.
Suddenly!
If it weren’t for the eerie chill I felt in my neck, I wouldn’t have even believed that the sword had murderous intent.
It was a light and gentle sword strike, like a leaf brushing past, but the result was horrendous.
The Sapaeryeondo, which could not even leave a groan, collapsed helplessly on the spot. Even at that moment, I didn’t know what was happening to me.
It is different from the ‘strength’ they knew. A force like a rushing thunderbolt, thunder tearing the air, or an enormous earthquake splitting a mountain. The ultimate sword strike inherently possesses this power.
However, the sword used by the shaman’s swordsman now is twice as scary and twice as superior as the climactic sword attack that encompasses all of that.
‘this… … This is a shaman… … .’
The moment I lost my breath, I was finally able to understand the Sapaeryeondo. She knew that she was dealing with the sword of a shaman who was destroying the world.
Being able to overcome strength with softness (能柔制强). That was the shaman’s sword, and it was the secret to the shaman’s reputation as the best swordsman in the world.
Suddenly! Suddenly!
The same thing happens everywhere. Swords as smooth as flowing water brush against the bodies of the Sapae rogues who stubbornly climbed up the cliff and wielded vicious weapons.
“Wow!”
“Aaaahhh!”
Namgung oppresses the world with his hand, and Hwasan plays with the world with his hand. But a shaman is just a shaman. It coexists with the world through its infinite softness.
“profit! These bastards… … !”
Gritting his teeth, one of the Sapaeryeondo swung his sword towards the shaman Geomsu’s neck as if in a fit. But immediately, the shaman’s loud Songmun Gogeom rushed towards this main path.
Tatak!
Like a butterfly in spring, the sword touched the blade of the sword and then fell, lightly tapping the side of the sword.
A circle is created. Songmungogeom, swimming smoothly, draws an endless circle in the air. As if pushing, pulling, stroking.
As the intersection of numerous manpower and repulsion forces continued for a short moment, the direction of the flying sword suddenly changed to the opposite direction.
“What!”
The long sword, which had been extending like a thunderbolt, changed direction and flew away with its strength and speed intact. The master of the Tao opened his eyes at the unbelievable sight. He violently twisted his neck to the side to avoid it.
Suddenly!
His beloved disease splits his throat by half and passes by.
The shaman’s Songmungosword flew towards the neck where blood was pouring out.
“No way… … .”
Fight!
With a noise as if a light thread was cut by hand, the shaman’s sword with a pine tree pattern engraved on it pierced the man’s neck.
Before I could even feel the cold metal that had completely penetrated my neck, my breath was cut off and my lifeless body slowly flowed down.
“Inoooooooom!”
The elders let out harsh shouts and rushed towards the shaman’s swordsmen. The intention is to somehow embed the weapon into the body of the person using that ghost-like sword before the sword is drawn.
But at that moment.
Tooung!
With a sound like a leather drum being struck, the body of the person whose neck had been pierced was shot towards them like a cannonball.
“omg!”
As the body flew in, everyone’s mouths burst into laughter.
I was surprised that there was no intermediate process. In order to throw a body, there must be a process of grabbing the body and swinging it with force, but the process was so fast a little while ago that it felt like the body had burst through space and appeared in front of them.
‘Should I cut it?’
Because of that, my judgment was delayed for just a moment. And the shaman’s sword did not miss this moment.
Uduk!
Soon, the sword that flew out from behind the body passed through Jang Han’s heart gently, like a willow leaf drooping in the spring sunlight.
“ugh… … .”
The moment the sword entered his heart, Jang Han quickly threw away the sword he was holding and grabbed the sword with all his might.
Thick blood poured out of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with poison. That poisonous mind gave the last strength to his mortally wounded body.
“Die!”
In this gap, a close-by sword was struck with all its might toward the head of the shaman swordsman.
Quaaaaaaa!
The wind pressure alone was enough to make the grass on the ground lie down and the sand blow around. A human head made of blood and flesh was easy to see even without looking at what would happen.
However, rather than forcefully blocking with his sword, the shaman’s swordsman leisurely lifted the empty left sword. It looked helpless, like a praying mantis raising its front paws in front of a rushing cart.
That moment.
Bingle.
The shaman swordsman’s hand drew a small circle in the air.
The tension of the insecurities that continues as if it will never break. This depicts the shape of an overlapping spiral that seems to continue forever in front of the flying sword.
Each time a circle rotates and collapses, the fearsome pottery that formed the Great Sword is gradually chipped away. Of course, the circle drawn in the air was helpless and crumbled, but when one circle collapsed, another circle bloomed, so it was truly unstoppable.
Thus, when the great sword finally reached the head of the shaman, there was not even a single piece of pottery that surrounded the sword.
chin.
Only then did his relaxed hand lightly grasp the sword.
Sapaeryeondo, who was speechless at the incredible sight he could not believe, stood blankly with his mouth open without realizing it.
Couuuuuuuuck!
A moment later, his body spun around in the air and crashed to the ground. The moment my back hit the ground, blood spurted out from the hole.
Death. It was an impossible scene to come up with any other conclusion.
That light move of holding the sword and twisting the wrist instantly ended the life of Sapaeryeondo, who had endured on the battlefield for decades and reigned like a god of death.
At this point, the Sapae ryeondo, who had been rushing forward with a formidable force, hesitated somewhat and became wary of inspection.
Those who were climbing the slope behind them also tried to shout without knowing what was going on, but then silently closed their mouths as they read the unusual atmosphere.
“after.”
The shaman’s swordsman let out a short sigh.
He pulled the sword still lodged in his enemy’s heart and gently moved the blood away. The gaze towards the Sapae-ryeon students was also calm.
“It seems like you looked down on me quite a bit. “Did the shaman’s martial arts seem so funny?”
Black contains softness.
The hand contains unending will.
The flowing water seems like it will stop at any time, but it continues without fail. Sometimes water has the softness to tickle a child’s hand, and sometimes it has the power to twist mountains.
The shaman’s martial arts simply tries to resemble the water.
“What are you doing! “Pounce!”
The Sapae cadets, who belatedly came to their senses, roared even more fiercely than before.
It’s not because he was angry about his colleague’s death or because his personality was temperamental.
Because I felt myself shrinking. He screamed instinctively because he had to encourage himself and urge others standing next to him. It was a struggle by those who knew from experience that once they were caught up in the flow, they would experience hell.
“Kill me!”
The shaman’s swordsman was simply arrogant even in the face of such rough struggles.
“No one can pass through here.”
Jinhyeon, the shaman who contained the flow of water, aimed his sword at the Sapae-ryeondos.
“This is not the Yangtze River, but a shaman. “I will make that clear to you.”
The wounded Songmun Gogeom cried out as if resonating with those words.
“What are you talking about!”
A slightly ruthless smile appeared on Jinhyeon’s lips.
“And, you are the ones being hunted here today.”
Taaat!
At that moment, someone jumped up behind Jinhyeon like a soaring swallow.
The shaman’s swordsmen, who had climbed over Jinhyeon, who was in the lead, descended on the heads of the Sapae-ryeon who had barely regained their morale.
Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly!
The sword, swung as smoothly as water, draws red lines all over the bodies of the Four Masters. All of them are fatal wounds.
“Kwaaaaaak!”
“Aaaahhh!”
The horrendous screams and the sound of flesh being cut spread out, mixing with the noise of a huge fire coming from below.
“Don’t underestimate me! “We are the best swordsman in the world, the swordsman of shamans!”
I have endured until now, until this moment, for this one word.
Jinhyeon held his sword tightly and ran forward.
‘I am not a coward!’
His eyes were overflowing with blood, sword, and exuberance.
His eyes were completely unaware of the darkness falling behind his back.
