Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 174



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Episode 174. The Three Kings (5)

A crack was created in the world along the path of the fist. The fist, filled with a gigantic, unstoppable force, slowly advanced forward, white cracks like spiderwebs, and at the moment when the elbow was fully extended, light emitted from the crack behind it.

Breaking the Sky – The great power created by breaking the world poured down on one person.

The dark curtain’s energy and the sky-breaking energy touched, and the black curtain’s energy clashed with the white strong energy.

One and a half breaths. It was the time the blackout lasted.

Crunch! The aftermath of the collapse poured down on Changjon, tearing through space and breaking his spirit. Changjon, who had been holding the spear tightly and knew it would break from the start, let out a roar.

“under!”

It broke through without stopping. So I will break through it too.

Black Spear Twelve Styles.

Eclipse.

A way out.

Breaking through. The simple name or its power was not like that. The Black Spear 12-style was a martial art that had the suffering of the founder melted into it.

Starting out as a nameless northern soldier, becoming a general, and combining his military exploits with the imperial family to become the great general, the first part of that sacred tale contained all the joys and sorrows.

Tens of thousands of barbarians are charging toward him, shouting their martial spirit and murderous intent. As a general who faces them head-on on horseback at the forefront, he clears the way.

There was no way it could be weak.

Goosebumps ran through Kwon-Jun’s body. In that short split second, the momentum of the creation rapidly took over the world.

“…indeed!”

Admiration. Changjon, who had taken a stance to confront Kwonjon’s destruction, extended his spear.

The strong wind that had been rotating around the window stretched out in a straight line, met with the waves, and collided.

An explosion, and a loud noise. Just as the fist that shattered the sky was directed at one person, the sky that had been fighting tens of thousands was directed at one person.

“Coolook!”

Still, it was Changjon who was spitting out blood. Pacheon was incapacitated. No body parts were missing, but there were internal injuries.

It’s not a serious injury either. Still, it’s a wound. Even if it’s a life or death battle between Chang-Jun and Kwon-Jun, the match is decided in an instant, with a slight advantage. Kwon-Jun was the one who had the advantage from the beginning.

Because he was stronger and was a warrior of the martial arts world.

“Martial arts performed on horseback in the northern climate.”

Kwon-Jun recited.

“Furthermore, there would have been no one stronger than him, and he would have never had such an experience since being summoned to the palace.”

The experience of crossing the line of death became an opportunity to advance in the martial arts of killing people. In this way, Yongun became stronger, and Kwonjon went without saying.

He spent his entire life searching for someone stronger than himself and striking at them. He was proud that his experience in one-on-one combat was greater than that of anyone else in the martial arts world.

“then.”

Kwon-Jun first unfolded his dharma. It was not gentle. It was straightforward, straightforward, and obvious. However, the strong spirit contained in each step pressed upon Chang-Jun’s body.

Phew!

The weather moves. The energy of the sky can mix with the energy of the enemy, pressure the opponent, or become internal energy. In the fight of the three great battles of the Heavenly Kingdom, the control of the weather energy also becomes a part of the skill.

The power of the Heavenly Force easily defeated that of the Heavenly Force. The intense pressure, as if the sky was collapsing, crushed the Heavenly Force’s shoulders and strangled his neck.

However, this does not mean that the momentum of creation was dampened.

Boo-woong- He swung his spear, and bang! He slammed the spear’s tip into the ground. At the same time, a huge amount of energy burst out from his body in all directions, and all the fragments looked like a single spear.

Attacks while simultaneously tearing off all the pressure from the authority.

Black Spear Twelve Styles.

Ten types.

Extremely blooming.

The mighty energy of creation that covers the world is the mighty energy of anti-war and the mighty energy of tens of thousands of people.

But the opponent was Kwon-Jun.

If he didn’t think he could handle them, if he thought he would collapse in a joint attack, he wouldn’t have come to Wonnam alone in the first place. As the prince said, Kwon-Jun was like a fox.

Coming alone to block the Yellow Dragon Gate. The odds of success were high, and if successful, there were so many benefits to be gained.

And if possible, kill the creator.

The moment I arrived in Wonnam, I was sure.

It was possible to get there. He was a gambler who was sure of victory.

There were no gaps in the extreme waves of lightning that were directed in all directions. Each and every one of the spears that were unleashed with all their might contained enough power to turn rocks into pulverized powder, and there were tens of thousands of them.

The stronghold that was created to block access was a kind of time-wasting device, for preparing for the twelfth or some other response.

And Kwon-Jun knew it too. Boom! He stepped on the ground and charged.

Changjon’s eyes opened wide. Kwonjon ran wildly toward the rain of energy pouring down on him and swung his fists recklessly.

Breaking Heaven’s Fist.

Three fists.

Collapse.

The crash was accompanied by a loud noise. A fist accompanied by thunder that burst eardrums. A single fist that fell like lightning broke the pouring rivers of energy.

Boom!

His ears stopped ringing. The energy burst out and countless small scratches were carved into Kwon-Jun’s body. Kwon-Jun didn’t care. There were already countless scars on his body.

The Extreme Island was neutralized. When the Ten Sects that had been created to avoid approach were broken through, Kwon-Jun was already extending another fist to Chang-Jun.

In a single moment of collision, Changjon’s body was pushed back dozens of times.

Before I knew it, I was in the middle of nowhere, floating in the air above a lake. But I didn’t have the energy to care about that.

At a very oblique angle, from below, another thunderous roar aimed for Changjon’s head.

Just a little bit, Changjon’s reaction was delayed. The confusion and pressure that came from not expecting Naesang, Kwonjon to come straight at him while wounding his body.

Just a little bit. Just enough to blink an eye.

It was the Yongsal Sword that prevented death from occurring through that gap.

In an instant, the Dragon Sword fell, aiming for Kwon-Jun’s neck.

I can’t breathe.

A huge pressure. When he first saw the ocean while wandering around the world as a child, he felt a greater pressure from Kwon-Jun than when he first saw the Five Great Mountains.

The fear was doubled now that he was standing before him. He felt respect for Changjon who was dealing with such a huge presence.

However, Yongsalgeom did not let go of his outstretched sword. Running away once was enough.

Kwon-Jun’s eyes slowly turned to Yongsalgeom. It was regrettable, but there was nothing he could do.

Bungcheon turned and collided with the sword. Kwaaaaang!

“Cough!”

One clash. Despite the exquisite surprise attack, it was Yongsalgeom that was defeated.

‘Was there really this much of a difference…!’

The difference between the last and the first stage of the Heaven and Man Unity. The sword is cracked and the inside of the Dragon Sword is turned inside out.

But time was bought. And that wasn’t all.

The Snow Spirit Goddess’s Wedding.

Ice Jade Realm.

The surface of the lake froze over, adding to its coldness.

The raging cold air was only directed at Kwon-Jun. Along with the qi that had been eating away at the weather and making the hot climate of Won-Nam cold,

The ghost cries in the frost.

From all directions, a terrible sound like the wail of a ghost lingered in Kwon-Jun’s ears. The sound of Seol-Han’s strong energy flying around was much more powerful than in Hanam.

The inaction of the creator was clearly weaker than that of the power. However, he was a general and did not neglect his training. He practiced in harmony with the warriors of the Hwangryongmun until he was tired of it.

Friction with Kwon-Jun was inevitable. At the moment of crisis, two Blue Dragon Party warriors intervened.

Seolhonbaeknyeo’s martial arts skills were clearly superior to those of the Heavenly Demon, but she was also a superhuman with the blood of the Heavenly Demon. A divine woman who could match the unity of heaven and man, she was able to sufficiently reduce Kwonjon’s fist.

It didn’t end there. The Dragon’s Sword’s ideology manifested and his body became a dragon. The ideology of one who learned the martial arts to kill imaginary dragons was the dragon.

The moment the ritual was made, the internal injuries became even worse. Enduring the internal injuries that shook the five viscera and six bowels, the dragon of the Yongsal Sword opened its mouth and rushed to rip off Kwon-Jun’s head.

At the same time, Seolhonbaeknyeo, who had completely transformed into a goddess, put both her hands together in front of her chest and stretched them out.

Eternal Ice Lake.

One of the rituals of the goddess Seolhon Shinnyeogyeol, who killed the Three Great Dragon Kings of the Yangtze River, was poured out on Kwonjon.

The extreme cold that froze the air, vitality, and even the weather ignored the dragon and swallowed Kwon-Jun.

A bone-chilling cold energy that greedily devours the opponent’s energy while also injecting poison. The poisonous energy, which is a combination of the esoteric Buddhism and the viciousness of the North, has seeped into Kwon-Jun’s fist.

The response is.

Chin. Kwon-Jun grabbed the teeth inside the dragon’s mouth with his left hand. Yong-Sal-Geom’s eyes widened. Grabbing the yi-gye with his bare hands-

“That’s interesting.”

He raised his fist as if he was going to break a giant volcano, and struck the dragon’s head like a hammer.

Kwaaaaang! The dragon’s form distorted and shattered at the ten-tenths of the power of the fist containing the secret of the Pacheon Kwon. Blood flowed from the seven strikes of the Yongsal Sword and he stepped back.

Yongsalgeom lamented. This is all he can do. He lamented that the great leader of the Sapa, whom he had to kill someday, was so high-level, and despaired at his own weakness.

But he couldn’t show it. He had to find something to do. The Invincible Sword and his inferiority complex came into his eyes. The Dragon Sword headed there.

Kwon-Jun’s fist, which had received the cold air of the Everlasting Ice Tiger, changed course and headed towards Seol-Hon-Baek-Nyeo, who was slightly behind him.

Finally gained attention. The price is close to death. The Kyocheon (攪天) was shot quickly. A Kyocheon with a force that was not even properly deployed. However, it was enough to take the life of Seolhonbaeknyeo.

Neither the Changjon nor the Yongsalgeom can stop it. And not even Seolhonbaeknyeo.

A golden glow enveloped Seolhonbaeknyeo’s body. Whoosh- The ice barrier shattered with a soft air current, and Seolhonbaeknyeo flew backwards, spitting out blood.

The prince gently took her body. His expression was even more rigid.

Several engagements that occurred in an instant.

The sacrifice of the Yongsal Sword and the qi of Seolhonbaeknyeo. Changjon has finished his preparations.

Black Spear Twelve Styles.

Twelve types.

The momentum instead subsided. The dust settled and all sounds disappeared as if holding their breath. At that moment, when it was as quiet as the eve of a storm, Changjon’s gaze stabbed Kwonjon’s chest with a fierce look.

Wear.

‘A little while ago…’

The empty pain I felt when I first saw Creation.

I could feel that feeling all over my body. It was an extremely unpleasant feeling, as if every part of my body was being pierced by windows.

Kwon-Jun’s smile grew deeper.

“Okay! I’ll take it head on!”

Boom! With a single jolt of awakening, Kwon-Jun’s clothes fluttered and his disheveled hair swayed. Pit- The cold air of Seol-Hon-Baek-Nyeo was driven out in return through the raw wounds that had been hit by the extreme swell of Chang-Jun’s blade.

As the season of creation unfolded and his momentum waned, Kwon-Jun’s spirit was also sucked into his body like someone who had not yet learned martial arts. All his effort, ten percent of his energy.

Breaking Heaven’s Fist.

Five fists.

Reverse the heavens

The space was rippling. Space formed a circle around the spear of creation, creating invisible waves, and the fist of the creator swallowed light itself and created ripples in the air.

The last season of the Black Spear Twelve Extremes and the newly created Five Elements of the Pacheon Elements, Yeokcheon, collided.

Saaaa-

The fear of the Gyeongcheon, the splendor that caught the eyes of the Gyocheon, and the roar of the Bungcheon did not exist in the Yeokcheon. A great power that was simple and pure. Yeokcheon, which swallowed everything that went forward, even the sound of the roof tiles, quietly erased the world.

The 穿 (穿) was also not flashy. It pierced. The spirit of the spirit of nothingness that had tormented the creation for a lifetime, the agony of life, and the determination to overcome the enemy, all pierced through a point with a hazy wave.

ridge-

A vibration in the air, a silent flash that shone brighter than the sun. A power that would have killed or blinded even the prince and the Snow Queen if they hadn’t turned their heads and run far away.

When he removed his arm, there was no lake. There was only a hollow, bubbling, red-hot hole like lava.

The remaining energy had such a strong power that it could instantly kill even the Samhwachwijeong the moment it approached. In the hole where the fragments were scattered, only two men were standing –

There were no clothes left on the upper bodies of Changjon and Kwonjon. Changjon’s hair was loose and fluttering in the hot wind, and a fist-sized hole was created on Kwonjon’s shoulder.

“It was great.”

Thud- Changjon’s knees fell. Kwonjon did not open his mouth anymore.

A hand went up to remove the courtesy and the aftereffects, and Seolhonbaeknyeo got up.

The prince grabbed her shoulder as she stood up, holding onto her trembling legs while vomiting blood.

“No!”

“but!”

The prince’s eyes widened. Seolhonbaeknyeo’s eyes were shaking. Clear excitement-

But the prince soon gritted his teeth. He couldn’t lose Seolhan here.

“Snow cold!”

Seolhonbaeknyeo trembled and shut her eyes tightly.

Kwon-Jun’s laughter stopped. It was truly a great feat-

Still, Changjon had not lost that look in his eyes. His spirit. The spirit of a great general.

Treat them well.

His hand fell. He struck the Baekhoe point and ended Changjon’s life.

I had to break up.

“It’s annoying.”

A thin woman’s hand blocked Kwon-Jun’s thick hand.