Chapter 241

Episode 241. Is it my turn now?

After the conversation with Kunlun Samseon and Yeonjeokha, Sword King Namgung Byeok called Namgung Yeon separately.

It was to finalize the future battle plan.

Although he did not have an official title, Jujakdae trusted Namgungyeon more than the musketeer.

So far, her daughter’s predictions have never been wrong.

It was thanks to her advice that he won a landslide victory in the battle on the way from Nanjing to Chiliha Village.

As Namgungyeon approached, Namgung Byeok glanced around.

People who have been accustomed to meetings between fathers and daughters seem to think so.

“Have you seen the magicians of Jemadan? They said that Kunlun Samseon wouldn’t be very helpful. This operation is to check the ability of Jemadan, but I am worried about what to do.”

Namgoongyeon, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth.

“Chunjimaeng’s Jemadae is generally well-received. It’s different from the main team’s Jemadan. They picked out the controversial ones and sent them.”

“Is it like that?”

“Because there are many people who don’t want Namgung family to return to their original positions.”

“If that’s the case, we have the law...”

“Don’t expect it. If it’s a fortune teller or a ritual to exorcise, it won’t be very helpful on the battlefield.”

“Huh! I really want it.”

Namgung Byeok was shocked to hear such a story from his daughter.

“Since Jeokha also returned the dharma treasure, the only thing to trust is the Kunlun Three Lines.”

“It’s not necessarily like that.”

“Have you ever sought a Buddhist treasure from a shaman or a good family?”

In addition to the Namgung family, there are the Mudang faction and Seonwu family in the Jujakdae.

Namgung Byeok misunderstood that they secretly secured the Dharma.

“no. It’s a story about loading.”

“Why is the enemy?”

“I’ve seen Waryonggeom up close, too. It was a sword made by a master of Luoyang. The swords specially made to order at Waryongjang have the word ‘Waryong’ engraved on the blade.”

“I know that, but wasn’t the war dragon sword of the enemy a little more special?”

It was known in the Cheonji League that the former owner of the waryong sword met Giyeon and became a Buddhist priest.

“I have heard rumors about the dragon sword. But that’s just baseless nonsense. The former owner of the waryong sword was Yeonmu-do. He was an extremely ordinary master who went up and down with his disciples. I’ve never even talked about the Waryong Sword before I was alive.”

“Then your enemy’s swordsmanship is that good?”

Namgung Byeok tilted his head.

It is a monster that gave up even the top 10 masters of the world, the Merchant Mugeuk and the apprenticeship.

It was an excessive speculation that Yeon Jeok-ha killed it without the help of Beopbo.

“Father, you’ve never seen enemy swordsmanship, have you?”

“I have heard the story a few times. Is there anything special about his swordplay?”

“In addition to the Gucheonsaebeop, he uses a sword technique called the Gucheongugeom.”

“Nine thousand nine swords?”

Namgung Byeok showed interest in the unusual name.

He knew Waryongjang’s swordsmanship as clearly as if he were looking into the palm of his hand.

I’ve had a smoke bag for ten years, and I’ve seen it tiresomely.

However, the Gucheongu sword is a sword technique that I have never heard of.

Yeon Moo-ryong, the swordsman of Chamwol, which is on the agenda, has never said anything about the Gucheongu sword.

“You say that Gucheonhyeonnyeo taught it to you.”

Saying that, Namgungyeon smiled unconsciously.

It reminded me of his face as he told a strange story seriously no matter who heard it.

“Hmm! so?”

“Even before, I thought it was a joke and threw it away. But seeing Jeokha return the Waryong Sword without any regrets made me think again.”

“Which part do you mean?”

“I don’t live my life looking at other people’s eyes. You act according to your heart. He’s purer than anyone else, but he’s as selfish as that. Like a child.”

At that point, Namgung Byeok nodded.

Certainly he was innocent as a child, but he was also extremely selfish. It can be seen from the fact that he forced Samjang to close the door to get revenge.

“Without hesitation, he released the dragon sword right on the spot. Maybe his body knows. That the dragon sword is not special to you.”

“Are you saying that if the Waryongsword was the Beopbo, the enemy would not have returned it?”

“yes. He’s not stupid. Even if the world cursed him, he would not have returned it.”

The faces of the sorcerers were distorted to the point of feeling sorry for them.

I heard about it in Chiliha Village, but seeing it in person, it seems that my hamstrings are numb.

Namgung Byeok ran forward without delay.

He didn’t have to make any extra effort to get the attention of the narrator.

When Namgung Byeok slashed the narrator once, the narrator relentlessly followed him.

Namgung Byeok retreated toward Jujakdae while maintaining an appropriate distance from Ilgakmain.

“Now! Move on!”

When the ilgaks clung to Namgung Byeok, Namgung Yeon encouraged the magicians to move forward.

The sorcerers followed her reluctantly, like cattle being led to the slaughterhouse.

All manner of spells and amulets soon followed.

“Hope! Energy sprouted from the ancient chaos and became a great foundation. This is divided into yin and yang [盤古渾淪气萌大朴. 分陰分阳]....

” “Daegu Cheondowangshincheokah (大九天都王神勅我)...”

When someone recited the Cheong-O-Gyeong loudly, others memorized Taeeulju, not to be outdone by this.

There were also those who sprayed amulets in the air like crazy.

Witchcraft is what it is, so they did their job regardless of the consequences.

The problem is the people with the law.

Yang Gwan-chul and Cheongryu-sin Bokjae-ja hurriedly flinched with embarrassed faces as they were pushed forward.

Unlike sorcerers who cast spells or chant from a distance, they must hit the monster directly.

It means that you have to get closer to that monster that is terrible just to look at.

To a monster taller than seven feet tall (approximately 2 meters 10 centimeters) with a single horn sprouting from the top of its head like a goblin.

Yang Guanchul, who had the Thunderbolt Sword, did not move like a stone statue.

I get goosebumps when I see the black nails of the narcissus growing like a knife at the tip of my finger.

Every time they collided with the Sword King’s sword, a ‘can-can’ sound was heard.

It seemed that just brushing against those nails would turn them into black powder made of byeokjo wood.

But after coming this far, I can’t just walk away.

Conflicted, he moved forward hesitantly, thinking, ‘It’s better to be beaten first’.

Namgungyeon stood close to him.

As the two approached, Namgung Byeok slipped back to the side of Ilgak Mine.

The narwhal twisted the model towards him.

For an instant, Ilgakma looked at Yang Kwan-chul and Namgung-yeon, but did not show the slightest interest.

Namgoong-yeon gave a short shout when the back of the narrator was exposed.

“Poke me!”

As if bewitched by her cry, Yang Gwanchul held out his sword.

widely-.

The tip of the Thunder God Sword touched the body of the Ilgak Demon, but that was all.

Irgakma, not knowing what had touched his body, swung his hand at Namgung Byeok.

Whiing wheeing wheeing-.

The half-moon-shaped river qi flew toward the body of the Namgung Byeok.

Namgung Byeok put all his energy into his sword body and destroyed all the strength of the Ilgak Demon.

In the meantime, Namgungyeon grabbed Yang Gwanchul by the back and quickly retreated to the rear.

Namgungyeon’s gaze, which had put down Yang Gwanchul as if tossing it, turned to Bokjaeja this time.

His bulging should also touch the body of the monster, so he should do it like Yang Gwanchul.

Bokjaeja took a step with the buljin.

Namgoong-yeon took his hand as if it was annoying and ran to the ilgakmin with a ceremonial technique.

Still, the narrator didn’t even look back.

The saboteur brushed off the buttocks of the narcissist, but nothing happened.

Namgung-yeon grabbed him by the back and went back to the sorcerers.

Daughter and daughter and daughter-.

The quick-witted god of the clear stream hurriedly shook Socheon Mu-ryeong among the sorcerers.

It was to let the Ilgakman know that he didn’t have to go.

Yeon Jeok-ha approached Namgung-yeon, who was standing with a disappointed face.

“Sister, is it my turn now?”

“Yes, please.”