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Chapter 1675

Hand shadows cover the world.

It feels like I’ve fallen alone into a stormy ocean. The moment you are engulfed by a huge tsunami falling overhead, your life will be cut short without even a chance to do anything.

A feeling of despair so great that it seems far away.

However, the empty space stood alone in the midst of the terrible scene and gathered its shaking heart.

‘It’s an illusion.’

In the end, fooling is deceiving and deceiving people. No matter how great a fantasy is, it can never invade people.

What he has to do is find the real fang that is hiding in this terrible fantasy and is targeting him.

In some ways, it may not be a difficult task.

The shaman’s mind is a Jeongjong shaman that destroys all evil things in the world. Because the martial arts of Sapa is completely opposite to the martial arts of Sapa.


In fact, the Songmungo sword that he stretched out accurately struck the hand of the monk Cheonmyeon hidden in the numerous banners.

However, as soon as the hand is pushed back, numerous jangyoungs are emitted again. Just like if a huge rock falls into a lake, the water quickly fills up in its place.

It’s an endless repetition.

His sword can pierce the hidden thread among the enemy’s weeds, and his eyes can find a single truth amidst countless lies.

But the problem is that it does not lead to just one match.

If you miss the reality even once in the countless fantasies, the blow will be accumulated in the empty body.

Whoa whoa!

Like right now.


I bit my lip until it bled into the air.

Out of dozens of attacks, I only missed the enemy once. The hand that had been let go was now hitting his chest and pushing the thick morale into him.

I wondered if it would be this painful if I cut my chest with an iron.

But what torments the void more than the pain is the inflammation caused by this endless repetition… … . No, it was a feeling that should be called ‘fear’.


Did the momentary shaking shake his senses?

Jang Young, who missed one hit after another, hit his shoulder and thigh one after another.


The sky took a step back without me knowing. Even though he knew that the more he retreated, the wider the range of maneuver for the enemies who would soon climb the cliff.

The pain coming from the area where I was hit was persistent, but ‘weak’.

No matter how pure the air self-defense technique may be, it is impossible to be so unscathed even after being hit by the force of an expert of that caliber.

However, the area that was hit just now was not fatal, as if it had been hit during sparring.

That means that even the tension that should be called reality had little strength. If we call a superficial attack with no force applied a herb, what should we call a weak tension with little force applied?

How should we distinguish between truth and truth?

The empty space was right now in that gap. In the ambiguous distinction between truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.

“You look stuffy.”

At that time, the swirling tension disappeared as if it had been washed away, and the figure of the monk Cheonmyeon was revealed, leisurely leaning back.

If others had seen it, they would have thought it was arrogant, but to the air, it looked completely different. That was an act of deliberate action that did not show even a trace of the small wounds on his hands during the back and forth battle.

The heart in the air fell coldly at that thoroughness.

“That’s great swordsmanship. I admit it. “Should I really call him a shaman?”

“… … .”

“but… … “I’ve been in the mountains too long.”


Heo Gong gritted his teeth and asked.

“Are you not planning on competing fairly?”

“Is there a fairer match than this? Attack the enemy’s weaknesses with your strengths. Always achieve victory at any cost. “That is what I know: fair and just.”

“… … .”

“It’s okay to be happy. “The fact that I’m putting in this much effort means that I recognize you.”

The sky took a short, deep breath.

If this was truly a fair one-on-one match, there would be no hurry in the sky either. But this is not that kind of game. He must get the author off this place as soon as possible and stop those climbing the cliff.

From the beginning, the axis of the scales was tilted toward the author. Does the current void have the ability to tip the scale back towards itself?

Heo Gong gritted his teeth and grabbed his sword.

‘no. It’s not a question of whether you can do it. Should be!’

In the past, I would have shook my head because it was difficult. It’s stupid to get angry by being brave when you lack ability. But now even the void knows. There are things in this world that must be accomplished even if one lacks ability.

It’s just a shame I didn’t know that fact sooner.


The foot in the air slowly moved forward. Seeing this, Brother Cheonmyeon narrowed his eyes.

“You have a short temper.”

As a monk, there is nothing wrong with just having a leisurely conversation like this. If you join up with those who climbed the cliff, you can rip off their heads in midair without much effort.

But the empty position would be completely opposite.

“Are you going to repeat this meaningless thing? “Isn’t it time you realized that your sword skills can’t pierce my tension?”

At those words, the sky laughed.

It’s not wrong. The shaman’s gong is Jeonggong itself, a swordsmanship that waits for the opponent’s skills with firm swordsmanship without overdoing it. Even if you have the ability to grasp the reality at once, if the opponent is not in a hurry, you have no choice but to take time, even if you do not lose.

but… … .

“I realized one more thing.”

In a dance that I will never forget for the rest of my life.


The air hit the ground and rushed towards the monk Cheonmyeon.

“Swordsmanship is not important!”


At that moment, Jang Young exploded to the forefront of the Cheonmyeon investigation. A sight that will make you feel distant in an instant. However, unlike his previous actions, the sky extended his sword wide behind his head.

And then slams it down.


One sword, two extremes. The black and white energy that swirled around the sword spun out like a whirlpool.

The tension of the Thousand-faced Susa, which had been spreading as it dyed the world white, was shattered as if it were an illusion when it touched that formidable sword.

It does not distinguish between real and false. If you destroy whether it’s thread or fabric, the distinction is meaningless in the first place.

The Taegeukhyegeom (太極慧劍), which is said to contain all the wisdom and harmony in the world, has been spread out in such a radical way as to be the sword of the Sapa, to the point of putting its name to shame.


Brother Cheonmyeon must have been taken aback by the extreme force, and for a moment he let out a guard and jumped backwards. Empty space, not missing this opportunity, gritted its teeth and kicked the empty air to catch up with Brother Cheonmyeon.

Whoa! Pow!

The residue of tension that had not yet completely dissipated hit my body, but it didn’t matter. Wasn’t it tension that wasn’t applied properly in the first place?

“I don’t miss it.”

The sword extends out like a flash sword again. In an instant, the body of Brother Cheonmyeon, whose eyes had calmed down, seemed to disappear on the spot.

He is the best priest of Sapa and is also called the best body of Sapa. As if the reputation wasn’t false, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t follow the movement.

But empty space is also empty.


The sword turned sharply and was thrown over an empty head.


I couldn’t even feel it. However, the sound of the sword cutting something clearly pierced my ears.


At the same time, a strong pain surged from my back.

It was inevitable that loopholes would appear due to the forced twisting of the body. Moreover, it was impossible to catch the author without being prepared to be okay with getting hurt in the first place.


He raised his sword, pouring out blood from his mouth. The two fierce energies merged at the tip of the sword, and the body of the sword was struck down.


An enormous force breaks the surface of the rock and spreads out. It even had to tear down several old pine trees growing behind the cliff by the roots before it stopped at the foot of the mountain. A huge scar was left around.


A harsh breath came out of the empty mouth.

After a while, the monk Cheonmyeon appeared and landed on the ground. Both eyes were depressed and sunken.

I glanced down and saw a small wound near my calf. Although it looked like a scratch on the outside, the wound split at least half of his muscle.

The hand of Brother Cheonmyeon, who was behind his back, twitched slightly.

The wound on the leg is different from the wound on the hand. If his hands are tools to toy with his enemies, his legs are necessary for survival. It was like a lifeline.

However, he suffered a wound to his lifeline from an attack a little while ago.

“… … “I didn’t know that shamans were such a radical sect?”

As Master Cheonmyeon muttered, the sky took a deep breath.

This is not the operation of shaman martial arts. Operation that deviates from the usual routine consumes more than twice the normal power. It would be nothing short of crazy to twist and use Hyegeom, which already consumes a lot of internal power.

Sure enough, his shoulders are shaking with just two cuts. And this is different from what the Shaman’s Sword pursues.

But the sky also knew.

“A sword is just a sword.”


“What’s important is that I am a shaman, not how I swing the sword.”

The face in the air, which had been panting, was strangely distorted and had an expression that seemed either laughing or annoyed.

“Even though he uses the same sword as Sapa… … “Because there were people who were more Taoist than anyone else.”

“… … .”

“The sword is nothing more than a tool to carry out my will. “If I have to use the same sword in every situation, I will just be the one being dragged by that sword.”

“I think it would be better to preach your theories to your disciples. Oh, of course, if your disciples remain after this war.”

“You seem to have realized that it will be difficult to kill me. “I see you saying that.”

“… … “My mouth has gotten a little spicy by now.”

Brother Cheonmyeon chuckled. The void grabbed his sword again.

There is no need to complain about the injustice. If the author doesn’t fight the way you want, you can lead the battle the way you want. A guy who doesn’t want to see that kind of thing would definitely say that.

It’s funny.

Climbing to the highest level of swordsmanship involves ignoring the sword more than anyone else.

“Are you anti-materialistic?”

Power went into the big toe in the air.

I’m not sure it’s the right choice. But at least it is clear that being dragged along like now is the wrong choice.

You have to try something. Don’t just wait helplessly for defeat to come!

“liver… … .”

It was at that moment that the void was about to rush into the ground again. Brother Cheonmyeon glanced to the side and said.

“Look… … “I don’t think it’s a situation that you can do anything about on your own.”


Soon, it was clearly visible even in the sky.

The sight of his men who had gone to blockade the slope coming up here again.


“This place can no longer be stopped!”

The eyes in the sky grew so big that they could not get any bigger.

The sight of them climbing up Baekanam, looking very tired and injured, and trying to reestablish their camp somehow felt all the more futile.

Are you giving me the top of this cliff?

Against so many enemies?

Did you give up on the slope knowing what that meant?

Numerous thoughts swirled through my mind, but there was nothing I could do right now. The will that had filled my eyes drained away like an ebb, and in its place was a sense of futility. His gaze returned to Brother Cheonmyeon.

Brother Cheonmyeon spoke kindly, but with a mocking expression.

“This is war again.”

“… … .”

“Now it’s time to put an end to it. “They won’t remember your name, so die in bitterness.”

A look of despair that could not be hidden finally fell on the face in the air.

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect


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