Dark and Light Martial Emperor - Chapter 978

Episode 978

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Twaeeeeong!

A vein appeared on Mo Yong-woo’s forehead.

Sigh!

All three strands of tension were completely pulverized in front of the brilliantly cutting sword blade.

Tangmasingeom was a military sword that was longer and thicker than any other armored sword. Of course, it weighs more, but it is that much stronger, and since it was made with great effort by a master craftsman, it has never been damaged once.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was only half a new soldier, but his sword exuded tremendous divine power due to his genius talent and experience, rigorous training, and strong confidence.

Fuwaaaaak!

The body of one of the monks was split in half by the sword that went straight in.

“Kill!”

“That guy is the leader!”

Mo Yong-woo’s eyes lit up with fire.

The three masters who rushed forward and from the left and right flanks were Na Gak-roi’s subordinates.

Their military strength was clearly inferior to that of the captains of these five hundred troops, but their joint skills were outstanding. Even without preoccupying a position or using an amazing combo, the true nature of the new attack he had learned allowed for the best attack.

Blue sword light rose like a wave from Mo Yong-woo’s sword.

Puff puff!

A burst of drinking erupted.

The three people become one and crush the released tension with sword energy.

Although it was simple, it was an absolute masterpiece that penetrated the gap in the joint attack. That single attack was enough to completely cut off the energy connecting the three people.

It didn’t end there.

Before we knew it, Mo Yong-wu had come down from the horse and, while walking, struck the Tangma sword towards the head of the monk on the left.

Immediately, two people came forward with their fists to help.

Flash!

He moved the downward sword as smoothly as flowing water, twisted the blade, and struck diagonally from the bottom to the top.

The forearms of the two monks were blown off by that gentle blow. It was an unbelievable sight to see. It looked as if two monks had placed their arms around a famous sword that could be wielded well.

One of the remaining monks was startled and rushed towards him, but Mo Yong-wu’s hand was already heading towards his neck.

Uduk!

Grab it and twist it.

It was a simple, but extremely effective move if you had enough strength.

When the masters, whose forearms had been blown off, were pale and wincing, Mo Yong-woo unleashed the sword of the Geongon Baekpalgeomhae (乾坤百八劍解) and the Heaven and Earth Double Headed Dragon (天地間雙頭龍).

The two swords came down like a thunderbolt and took the lives of the two remaining monks.

I killed three masters in just a few rounds. No matter where they were sent in the midfield, they were capable of hearing the sound of masters at their peak.

Achieving victory in a match against three top experts has been possible before, but it has never been done so easily and concisely.

Remarkable growth However, Mo Yong-woo was not pleased with his growth. It wasn’t even a situation to think about that in the first place.

As soon as the three masters are cut down, other masters come rushing in. Each person wielded a stone spear or a sword, and the blade at the end of the stone sword and the blade of the sword were hard and sharp, contrary to the name.

Mo Yong-woo’s body rotated amidst the pouring weapons.

Damn it! Suddenly! Pow!

All weapons were thrown away and the four bodies were torn apart.

Mo Yong-woo glanced back.

One of the iron pieces sticking out of Tang Sang-ah’s Seomseom Jade made a hole in the neck of the monk who was trying to stab Mo Yong-wu in the back.

Faaagh!

Tang Shang’er’s divine law could be said to be truly outstanding.

It’s literally like the wind. I felt infinite freedom to go anywhere.

Chureoeshinbeop (追雷身法), the best shinshinjutsu in the Tang family, has the disadvantage of consuming more internal energy than other kyungsinjutsu, but it has the advantage of being extremely excellent at occupying a position as it can produce overwhelming speed.

However, for a direct blood relative of the Tang family, who used numerous poisons to develop resistance and were even known for their internal strength, the high consumption of internal energy was not a major disadvantage.

Dang Sang-ah was the wife of the head of the family of the time, and was a Kirin-ah who was trained directly by King Am, the previous head of the family. He was second to none in terms of skill and endurance.

Flash! Flash!

As the name suggests, chasing lightning, Tang Sang-ah’s movements were incredibly fast.

But strangely enough, it felt soft. It is fast enough to resemble lightning, but it resembles wind rather than lightning.

Tang Sang-ah’s method of killing himself, brought out in the divine method of wind and thunder, was harsh and did not match his elegant movements.

Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! Sigh!

A reddish dagger pierced the monks’ necks and escaped.

It’s fast, vicious and deadly. The monks who were attacked by Tang Sang-ah stumbled and fell, clutching their necks.

The outcome of death will not change, but even though he could have endured a little longer with his inner strength, he died instantly. It was because of the strong energy contained in the dagger.

She directly taught the King’s Doggong to Tang Gwan and broke through the realm of King’s Doggong’s Bungjeong Seungje, which is equivalent to the barrier of martial arts.

Her inner strength can turn into deadly poison whenever she wants. The poisonous energy contained in the Tang Dynasty’s treasure, Yanwangbi (閻王匕), destroyed the enemy with a single blow.

Sigh! puck! Burbubbuk! Sigh!

Fast and smooth.

Dang Sang-ah’s movements, digging into the monks like a loach and splendidly cutting their necks, solar plexuses, armpits, and thigh aorta, would not be awkward even if called a dance move.

The dance of death. Every time you pass by, a life is lost.

In an instant, he killed more than a dozen monks and killed more than a dozen more monks before their bodies even fell apart.

It was an overwhelming killing method with incredible speed.

The Tang Dynasty’s strongest poison technique, Emperor Doggong, and Tang Shang’er’s killing method, which was reborn as his own martial art by mixing the Deathless Warrior’s Force (Deathless Warrior’s Power), which he had also learned from Tang Gwan, with Churei Shinbeop, competed for the lead in this battlefield.

‘do.’

The movement of the dagger itself, which involves squeezing it in reverse, twisting or cutting it, converting the movement of the long fingers into whole numbers, and striking it down and up, is like a small dance.

Dancing and dancing. It seemed like light clothes were wrapped around her body.

‘It’s complete.’

Raksha-yeomsa (羅刹染死衣).

He went behind the monk, wrapped his left arm around his neck, and stabbed his side like a thunderbolt with the dagger he held in his right hand.

One room was enough. He immediately let go of the monks’ necks and kicked them to disturb the display, and then cut off the uvula of the two monks who approached in a splendid turn.

The dance moves of a Rakshasa were the sword cuts of an evil spirit wearing clothes stained with death.

It does not destroy the enemy with fancy techniques or overwhelming force.

However, it was a martial arts technique that demonstrated Bisu’s potential to the limit. Although Sabi Mussangse itself was the best martial art in the world, the Rakshasa Flame Master, which he modified to suit himself, was transformed into an invincible martial art in the hands of Tang Sang-er.

“It’s huge?!”

Quang!

Paeng Dae-ho, who had blown away three monks with an outrageous act, shouted in a laughing voice.

“I guess I didn’t show it properly in the previous fight!”

Sigh! Puhwaak!

Dang Sang-ah, who climbed up on the instep and split her abdomen horizontally, spoke in a calm voice.

“I couldn’t show it properly. “You’ve been using me as a spy until now, right?”

“I’m sure my younger brother, Zhuge Gal, will feel like tearing out his eyes when he sees Sister Tang now!”

It was then.

Fuuuuuuu!

Zhuge Jun appeared with a splendid binge.

“Exactly.”

Zhuge Jun’s martial arts skills, such as deflecting the stone sword of a monk approaching with the Small Heavenly Growth Technique and breaking the entire sternum with the Great Heavenly Growth Technique, were just as strong and extreme as anyone else’s.

“I knew you were strong, but I didn’t know it would be this strong. “You’re worse than Brother Moyong?”

“No way.”

Tang Sang-ah glanced at Mo Yong-woo.

Mo Yong-woo swings the Tang Demon Sword with a cold face.

He, who had moved somewhat passively to protect his allies, is now starting to show his true colors.

Hahaha! Bub bub bub!

It was a strong and solemn swordsmanship.

Every time the Tang Demon Sword filled with bluish sword energy was swung, the enemies standing in front of it lost their limbs and fell. Among them, there were many whose bones were crushed by the overwhelming pressure of the sword.

While Tang Sang-Ah’s martial arts were fast, lethal, and elegant, Mo Yong-Woo’s martial arts were strong, solemn, and stylish.

It truly seemed as if the heaven-given kidneys and fairies were joining hands to defeat the enemies. The martial arts of Pang Dae-ho, Jegal Jun, and Nam Gung-pyo were also great, but they were not as impressive as the two men who used martial arts that overwhelmed the viewer.

“Enough chatting!”

Flash!

With a ray of blue sword light, the bodies of the two monks split apart.

Namgoongpyo appeared.

“Enjoy that leisure after the battle is over!”

His face was serious as he cut down the enemy with his sword.

Not all of the Murim Alliance’s troops had outstanding skills like them. This was not a fight between a few people, but a group war where troops clashed against each other.

Namgoongpyo did not show off his martial arts skills. Although he couldn’t help but feel jealous of those who seemed superior to him, he never forgot what he had to do.

Blah blah blah! puck!

He threw away the stone swords and teachings of the monks, cut down one enemy who was the central point, and retreated.

It created a moment of breathing space for the Murim Alliance allies who were unable to fight. Surprisingly, Namgungpyo was fighting to maintain his troops, not to establish a military base.

Everyone was like that.

Each of them was clearly doing what he was supposed to do.

Tang Sang-ah shouted.

“The road is open! “I’m going to catch the leader on the left!”

Paaaaaa!

She leapt up like a thunderbolt and ran forward, stepping on the shoulders of the monks, and swung her sword at the middle-aged monk with two prayer beads around his neck.

He was one of the supreme masters who commanded five hundred troops. The reason they broke through deep into the troops was to capture the enemy commander.

A strange glow blazed in the eyes of the middle-aged monk, Hyeumnahan.

“You damn bitch!”

Whoa!

Queen Yeom and the royal sword collided, spewing out black sparks.

For the first time, Queen Yan was blocked. Additionally, I felt my wrists becoming sore from the enemy’s strength.

Tang Sang’er was not embarrassed.

There are many strong people in the world. And he attacked the enemy commander, thinking that he was no worse than him. This level of shock was natural.

Pabababak!

The sleeves of the Bloody Arhat were torn to shreds by the spinning and swinging Queen Yeombi.

If I had been a little late in pulling out the knife, my forearm would have become a rag. Hyeumnahan’s expression suddenly changed.

Quaaaang!

When Tang Sang’er reached the Bloody Arhat, Ogumun, who was fighting alone from afar, was also swinging his teacher’s favorite weapon, the Chamak Sword (斬岳刀), towards the Bloody Red Arhat, the leader of the same position.

Whoa!

Ogumun’s sword had the weight of 10,000 pounds.

While Paeng Dae-ho’s sword technique was strong and fast, and contained countless changes, Oh Gu-mun’s sword was excessively simple but contained extreme radicalism. If it were not a martial arts demonstration, it would be said to be a method much more suited to the battlefield.

The Blood Red Arhat shouted.

“Blood count! “We have to stop this guy first!”

“noisy!”

Ogumun rotated, released the blood-red arhat’s tension, and then swung the sword diagonally.

Okay! Sigh!

It’s a fist as hard as steel.

It did not break even after being hit by a truly evil sword. However, there was a deep cut in the middle of the fist.

Wu Gumun was surprised, and Blood Red Arhat was also surprised.

Among them, the first to come to his senses was Oh Gu-moon.

A quick mindset made the difference between victory and defeat.

‘One sword.’

The simple and ignorant herbivorous work of the True Soul Kyodo (斬魂交刀).

Flash!

The Blood Red Arhat’s entire left arm and left leg were blown away.

Pow!

Oh Gu-mun shouted as he kicked the half-grown body.

“Who’s next!”