Chapter 370

Episode 370

Every time Jinmu takes a step forward with a menacing gaze, the warriors of the swordsman stand back little by little as if keeping their distance.

Samado watched Jinmu with cold eyes.

familiar face.

How could I not recognize it?

The head of the palace looked at the features of his face over and over again.

“Shaman Jisword...”

Samado repeated himself about Jinmu’s true identity through tightly closed teeth.

A midfielder who devours Dongcheon and becomes a loser in the south and challenges the seat of power.

Samado’s face contorted mercilessly.

If he had killed Daerang, who was of similar skill to himself, he would have pulled out his sword and swung it.

However, the fact that he had killed the two people who had such monstrous inaction made Samado hesitate.

clothes he is wearing.

A black-and-black blood style and an ink sword.

They wore the same clothes as them and held the same sword.

Suddenly, Samado realizes that Jin-suk and Muk-geomdae Baek-50, who have lost contact, are dead.

He would have dressed like them, sneaked in, and slaughtered them from the inside.

The sheep would not have been able to withstand the hunting of wolves who were mixed with the herd while wearing their own masks.

If I had known that he had arrived at Samdongcheon, I would not have blindly pursued him.

Like so many people, when you commit a mistake, you act as if you’ve got something in your eye.

Then hit the ground and regret it. But what if you regret it?

“Open the way. I am not your opponent!”

“...?”

At Samado’s command, the warriors of the Mukgeomdae retreat to the left and right while wondering.

“It will be like that sooner or later.”

Jinmu, laughing, walked a straight path toward Samado, leaving Cheongsang and Cheongwu symbiont outside.

You should know that the road is a trail in the dark forest, but it is infinitely leisurely.

Samado bit his lip as he watched Jinmu walk by.

He seems like a very proud and confident guy. It must mean that I am confident in my skills.

They must have regarded the black swords that filled the surroundings as something worse than weeds.

As they got closer and closer, Samado was in serious trouble. Can you kill him with your own power?

If his inaction is known objectively, it is inevitable.

Moreover, the masters surrounding the Mukgeomdae and the warriors of Samdongcheon on the cliff.

Before Jinmu appeared, I was confident that I could win even considering the damage, but now it has turned into a serious threat.

However, the honor that Mukgeom has kept so far.

For those who had never retreated in front of an enemy, the word retreat did not exist in the first place.

It’s difficult to compete head-on, but...

Samado’s eyes flashed with gloomy eyes as he made a plan.

“There were two traps in the first place. Not only this place, but the lure itself must have been a trap, right?”

“oh! Are you smart?”

You should have noticed the sickness earlier.

Contrary to his heart, Jinmu pretended to be surprised at his cleverness by even clapping his hands.

“Jin-sook must be dead.”

“Do you think you have a personality that makes your head spin when you are in a crisis?”

“Then do you intend to kill me too?”

“After asking a few questions.”

“You are foolish to think that I will answer you obediently.”

“Um... wouldn’t it?”

“...”

“I don’t know how to torture. But I do know how to make you spit up answers.”

Jinmoo smiled and raised his fist.

“Do you think Hung or Sama Do will give in to coercion and open up?”

“...”

It’s fun. To babble unnecessarily.

But is that bastard really a habit? What about me and Samado?

Anyway, it’s a question that doesn’t deserve an answer.

I don’t know, but there was only one person who could still stand in front of me.

Myungjin, my teacher.

He is a great person who has stood firm in the pain of a broken heart.

If you have patience like that, I’ll take responsibility and save you.

Samado, who was watching Jinmu’s approaching steps with a fishy smile, smiled as he walked towards them.

Some kind of plan that Samado made.

If successful, he will surely die.

It is impossible with one’s own strength, but if a group of 150 Mukgeomdaes rushes and joins in, there is a chance of victory.

Ten steps to the center of the sword stand.

Bukri Docheon promised to raise the hand of the palace if he killed the shaman Jigeom and brought Dongcheon to his feet.

It doesn’t matter whether Han Seung becomes a beast or whether Sang Pyong runs amok without knowing what he’s doing.

If you used herbivore enough to shake the entire canyon, your energy consumption would be high. I had to hurry up and encourage my surviving subordinates to find him and attack him.

After the explosion, Samado endured the raging strong wind and found a new type of Jinmu.

“Find him! I must kill him...”

When he urgently gave orders to his subordinates, he felt a huge presence right in front of Samado’s nose.

A refreshing energy that is completely different from before... Seonggi?

ah! I forgot about the murderous scams I spewed out before because they were so shocking.

That he was a shaman’s guru before Sapaecheonju.

“Shit!”

Samado, who quickly backed away with a curse and widened his distance, swung his sword wildly, and dozens of half-moon-shaped strong qi were fired toward Jin’s center.

Black Moon Muyuetangang (墨月彈罡).

Wow! Puff Puff! pop!

The sound of explosions of Banwolganggi, which had been shot into the dust cloud, was continuously heard, and with a short silence, the Seongi in front of us disappeared without a trace.

What happened...!

For a moment, Samado widened his eyes and quickly turned his head.

Below the left side, this is a ruthless skill that reappears with a whirlwind.

Jinmu vomits mad light, revealing his white teeth.

uh when?

At the same time, Samado managed to block the sword face from the punch.

Float!

“Keugh!”

Samado, who tried to block it but couldn’t avoid the shock, took a sideways step like a crab.

And Jinmu, who swept the ground low and caught up with his new model.

“Damn it!”

Samado, who bit his molars tightly, swung his sword randomly as if scribbling in the air.

The ink light emitted from the tip of his sword covered Jinmu’s body like a dense net.

Do you think shamans and masters always walk only on the steps of a freshman riding on a cloud?

Jinmu’s movement changed rapidly as the net of Muk-gwang approached.

Shaman Gyeongsinbeop Yeoncheong Sippalbi (燕靑十八飛), where swallows in the air unfold freely as if they were playing freely.

In the blink of an eye, Jinmu’s body, burrowing into the net of sword attacks created by Samado, moved so swiftly that he could not even see it.

“...!”

Jinmu, who quickly escaped the sword, kicked the ground and increased his speed.

The movement was too fast to block, so Samado energized his entire body to prepare for the shock.

Whoa!

Jinmu’s sword, which dug in, hit him roughly in the stomach.

Even though he was obviously surrounded by energy and put up a shield, Samado’s face was distorted by the shock that was so heavy that it took his breath away.

Do you mean that the gentle tension of the Taoist school, which is called Seondo-bigi, is dull as if it has been hit with a rice cake?

But I was pushed aside and I persevered.

A quick counterattack...?

What Samado saw as he gritted his teeth and tried to swing his sword was the palm flying in layers.

A shaman’s myeonjang whose power increases every time thirty-six changes are added.

Zeng! Whoa!

Jimmoo’s slapped palm landed on Samado’s abdomen one after another.

Stick to the same spot.

I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to stop it, and I couldn’t avoid it even if I wanted to avoid it.

Wow!

When the last palm hit his stomach, Samado barely swallowed the blood welling up in his throat.

Samado, who did not miss the moment of relaxation that came at the end of the Yeonhwan attack, barely managed to pull himself out, but Jinmu suddenly grinned.

“He’s a damn strong guy.”

“...?”

The startled Samado reflexively raised all his gong power and wrapped it around his abdomen.

The guy isn’t looking anywhere else.

It was clear that if he had been tenacious enough to hit the tension 36 times only on his abdomen, he would hit the same place this time.

Whoa!

Jimmu’s sword stretched toward Samado’s abdomen, which stood firmly on the ground.

“...?”

However, the palm I touched was too light.

It was fast, but it was too quiet to release tension....

Wow!

“Keoouk!”

Samado’s face, stained with bewilderment, is suddenly contorted by the pain that engulfed his stomach.

This is... inside, not outside?

The shield he created was of no use.

Fuhak!

Samado sat down in front of Jinmu, who smiled deeply, spewing out the congestion he could not stand.

No matter how much you think about it, you’re an innocent bastard.

Stop the day, you bastard.

This is the shaman’s legendary Naegajungsu method, Sipdangeum (十段錦).