Chapter 950

Name:Heavenly Inquisition Sword Author:
950 times. I’m sure you know how it feels

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It wasn’t the feeling that only Namgung, the Cheongungeom, felt.

Hocheonmaeng was a paper tiger compared to the Yumyeonggyo that Namgungse had fought so far.

Compared to the fearsome psychic powers of the Twelve Horsemen, the military fire fighters were too easy.

Wouldn’t it be possible to know if it’s a chilpaimun?

Henan and Shandong minority breakwater fighters were not even top-notch.

Namgungse, who is comparable to Chilpaimun, was not strange that the warriors were careless.

However, even in the midst of this, Namgung-jin, the Daeju Cheoksa Sword, was not excited.

Having stopped the pursuit, he waited for two and three generations.

After a while, the second and third generations centered on Moyong Se and Paengga arrived.

Their atmosphere was no different from the rest of the world.

Mo Yongbaek, the great master of this generation, glanced at the great master of the same age and said,

“I thought you were waiting here. Would you like more rest? Wouldn’t it be better to push the enemy beyond the Huaihe at this time? Before the enemy regroups.”

Namgung-jin’s eyes flashed with displeasure.

In fact, it wouldn’t have been this easy if the Hocheon League hadn’t been scattered by the Southern League’s raid.

Mo Yongbaek pointed out that.

I thought it was just to get drunk on the atmosphere, but it seems that is not the only thing.

“It is. Even if it wasn’t, I was thinking of chasing together when the second generation and the third generation came. But don’t the second and third generations need to rest?”

Then, the three great lords, Yongho and Paengmuhan, intervened.

“I rested when I came.”

“In that case, I will take the lead.”

But Paengmuhan was against it.

“no. The whole family has suffered in the vanguard until now, so this time the three generations will be in charge.”

Mo Yongbaek, who was next to him, nodded happily.

“It is.”

Namgung-jin knew that the two of them were in line with Mo Yong-baek’s quick reaction.

Did the Moyong family and Paengga join hands to stop the Namgung family from playing solo?

Namgoongjin laughed and nodded as if he didn’t know anything.

“All right. For the Heomyeon area, where would you like to be in charge of, the center or the rear?”

Mo Yongbaek replied with a kind smile.

“How about taking a breather in reverse?”

It’s telling you to step back and run away.

It was a word that could only come out in a situation where Hocheonmaeng was pushed into a state of destruction.

Namgoongjin nodded his head.

“I will. Please take the lead.”

Paeng Moo-han greeted them and took the lead.

Mo Yongbaek, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Namgungjin, said as if making excuses.

“It seems that the dragon and tiger want to solidify their position within Paengga with this incident.”

“Did you say that?”

“You can tell by looking at how they keep going. Then I will go too.”

After saying goodbye, Mo Yongbaek walked away.

Namgung-jin did not even move until the third and second generations passed.

Namgungcheon came to his side.

“Lord? Did we decide to take over the aft?”

“Since Moyong family and Paengga asked to do so, is there any difference? I have to follow you.”

“You mean you’re going to put chopsticks on a shamelessly set table?”

“It may not be a table set, so don’t get too excited.”

“We are unilaterally pushing for Hocheonmaeng, but if this isn’t a table set up, what is it?”

“If a mouse steps on it, it will shoot! If you say you’re doing it, do you think you’re just going to get beaten up?”

“Okay, guess who is there? There were no outstanding masters other than Dosan Jinin and Sammu Sword.”

“Tsk! It’s not like Kang-ho doesn’t have experience, but you say it too easily.”

“Am I wrong? Were there any masters I didn’t know about?”

“I heard that Hocheonmaeng was retreating towards Wabu Lake, so I came to Wabu Lake, and it seems that I did well. How is the situation?”

“Since the shameless raided us last night... we’ve been pushed back like crazy ever since. At Hwacheon University alone, about 50 people are missing, and at Hocheon University, six are missing.”

“Ah, Namu Amitabha...”

As if surprised by the great damage, Ambassador Hyeonmun murmured in a low voice.

This time, Ido asked.

“Hyeonmoon Ambassador Nammaeng has been pushing the Namgung family from the beginning. Should we see the Chillpai Moon moving in earnest?”

Then Ambassador Hyunmun replied with an ambiguous face.

“Rather than that, since Shaolin Temple is nearby, it seems that they requested assistance first. I haven’t heard anything about the mobilization of Chilpaimun yet.”

Dosan Jinin and Ido, who were severely burned by the Southern Alliance, looked at each other.

It is a face that is not sure whether it will be possible to go all the way to Nanjing just by participating in the war at Shaolin Temple.

As expected, Dosan Jinin said something.

“The power of the South Alliance is stronger than expected, so it seems that the military firefighters alone will have their limits.”

“The Musketeers will distribute the force appropriately.”

“What do you mean by properly apportioning? You should think about pushing through and ending it.”

“I heard that the Southern Alliance waits for them to give up knowing that they are lacking.”

“What do you mean you’re sorry about Hocheonmaeng?”

“If you push too hard, it will be difficult if something goes wrong with the direct descendant of the Namgung family or an acquaintance of Namcheon Daehyeop.”

“...”

At that, Dosan and Jinin didn’t even vomit.

It seemed like he knew why he was so passive in fighting in Hocheonmaeng.

Clouds began to form in the sky that had been lingering since daytime.

The twinkling stars disappeared one by one.

The moon that lit up the lakeside was obscured by clouds, making it impossible to see.

Then footsteps were heard from the southeast.

The masters of Hocheon and Hwacheon, who gained momentum with the joining of Shaolin Temple, grabbed their respective weapons and stared into the darkness.

***

Hapbi.

Yeo Kang-Hyeon Seogyeongjang.

main building.

When Jian, who had been lightly complaining about sleep, fell asleep, the Yeonjeokha went outside.

I went down to the yard and took a few steps, but the raindrops hit the top of my head ‘tuk-tuk!’ fell off

When I looked up at the sky, it was dark.

I trudged along in the rain with a disturbed mind for no reason, and before I knew it, I was in the audience.

The self-defense device bounced off the raindrops on its own, but he climbed to the guesthouse to avoid the rain.

As I lit the oil lamp and sat down, heartache appeared along with the sound of footsteps.

However, he turned around as soon as he saw Yeon Jeok-ha – as if he wasn’t the one he expected.

“hey! Sim old man. I’m sorry if you go like that.”

Only then did Shim Tong come up to the guest room and sit down across from Yeonjeokha.

“It’s raining, so what are you doing alone?”

“Then why does old Sim see me and run away? Did you know there was a clear stream god?”

“It doesn’t matter if someone else goes or not.”

“Is old Sim a stranger? Why are you upset? Are you upset because you are not a pure god?”

My heartache at the teasing of my sister-in-law ‘tsk tsk!’ and clicked his tongue.

“Is it fun to tease me?”

“uh. Why can’t I make fun of you?”

“There is nothing that cannot be done. But what are you doing here alone tonight?”

“Suddenly, I feel uncomfortable.”

“What is there to be uncomfortable about? The one who took his hand off Moorim.”

“That’s right. I don’t know why I’m uncomfortable either. What can I say? It feels like you pooped and didn’t wipe your bottom.”

“It’s a dirty metaphor, but I’m sure you know how it feels.”

“Am I a little sensible?”

“I think it was the same when I said that I gained great divine power in Luoyang a long time ago.”

“Is it?”

“At that time, Poongyeonweed was poisoned and I went back and forth between life and death. Isn’t it similar to that time?”