Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation

Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation Chapter 165

Lee Won-Magong (二元魔功) (4) “Ugh!” Seolhui pushed the flame magic into the tip of her sword with all her might.

thump.

Cheeky! Gu Jong-myung couldn't ignore this, so he quickly pushed Seol-hui away.

Tsutsutsu side.

Seol-hui was suddenly pushed back five or six steps.

“… … !” He looked at his sword and Koo Jong-myung with a puzzled expression.

It was really hard to believe.

How can you easily block your own greatest need with two fingers? This meant that his opponent's inaction was on a different level than anyone he had ever experienced.

It was the first time Jongmyeong Koo had been attacked so easily since using the time bond.

“Oh, wasn’t it that bad?” clap.

Koo Jong-myung lifted his wounded finger and licked it with his tongue.

A little while ago, the tip of the sword was shaking at the magic hole that Seolhui had pushed, and the finger holding it was slightly cut.

But that was all.

'how… … .' Seolhui's head was complicated.

Even with the time bondage and the subsequent fire-on magic, it only inflicted wounds that were barely enough to cut a finger.

The level of the opponent is truly extraordinary.

I didn't know how to deal with it.

“Aren’t you coming? So, shall I go this time?” shudder.

Koo Jong-myung took out the shaggy purple blade that was on his waist and lifted it.

poke! A strong sense of intimidation that you can feel the pressure just by looking at it.

A master who has reached the limit of kendo, simply raises his sword, and energy is spewing out of his body.

It's the new reunion day.

The sword is the body and the body is the sword, and the mastery of kendo is revealed the moment he raises his sword.

Even before she could show such a skill, she had already blocked the stab, which had already been accelerated by the glacial drop, with two fingers.

A monster-like person was spewing out life in earnest.

'This is a battle that cannot be won.' The situation was extremely grim.

There was such a difference in skill that it was impossible to imagine victory itself.

Still, Seol Hwi did not give up.

I couldn't give up like this and stick my neck in the sword of Gu Jong-myung.

He had countless experiences that crossed the line.

If you can't win now, you have to prepare for the 'next' rather than now.

To do that, what can you do now, when you are thinking about it? Paat.

Goo Jong-myung disappeared in front of his eyes.

Seolhui raised his senses.

For now, I just had to focus on holding on.

[Uses ice pore drop.]

“… … !” Seol-hui's eyes widened as she quickly activated a special skill.

As soon as time was bound, a sword could be seen from the other side.

Shuuk.

Shuuk.

Two swords were fired in succession.

It was also aimed at Seolhui's head.

shhh.

Fortunately, thanks to the slowing time, Seolhui barely escaped the two swords.

After that, the third sword flew in, read the direction and dodge sideways in advance.

Creepy! I got goosebumps.

Seolhui intuitively realized that something was wrong.

'Hwi, bent!' Whirr.

The sword, which had obviously been dodged, followed him and moved with a twist.

Swordsmanship once sprayed is like an arrow fired, it cannot be moved again.

'no way… … Is it swordsmanship?!' In the end, Seolhui completely turned over and rolled around to avoid it.

-----Ahhh, around that time, the bond of time was loosened.

“… … !” Seolhui, who managed to escape, doubted his own eyes.

Jiying.

pure white brilliance.

A mighty energy that surpassed the sword and super sword was formed on the sword of Jongmyeong Gu.

“Heh heh, he’s like a rat.

Wherever you go, try to avoid this.

drag.” Looking at the brilliance that shone with his sneer, he realized that Seol-hui was not something of an unavoidable nature.

Finally, the last resort.

Seolhui realized that there was no other way than to blink.

[The Tomb of Airflow is activated.]

Many airflows circulated around Seolhui's body.

Shoot! Before the dazzling brilliance that Koo Jong-myung shot out, almost blinding him, reached Seol-hui's body, air currents gathered.

When it came close to a foot, the direction of Qigong was twisted.

But.

blah blah! The air current did not fully rotate the pore that scatters the brilliance.

To be precise, it was so fast that Seolhui did not react properly.

Aaaaaaah! A large explosion occurred in the direction the Qigong passed.

Traces of destruction that have gone by scratching the ground without end.

Seolhui looked back at it and just opened his mouth in shock.

“Hey.

Look at this guy?” This time, Jong-myung Koo made a surprised expression.

What he wrote now is Hyeoncheon Qigong (玄天气功).

It was a volcanic wave that was fast and intense, and temporarily produced power comparable to that of swordsmanship.

It was written with the intention of seriously smashing it, but the opponent was able to block it well.

“Are you a magician? I can't keep it alive...

… Huh?!" While calmly holding the sword, an absurd scene was caught in his eyes.

Kick! All of a sudden, the opponent jumped out of nowhere and started running.

“Twitter.” Jong-myung Koo looking at him with his tongue stuck.

He shook his head from side to side, bent his knees and then stood up, and then grinned.

“It’s light engineering in front of this body… … .” It was unfortunate for his opponent, but one of his main martial arts was the gyeongshinbeop.

*** 'He's not human!' Seol-hui, who turned his back on Koo Jong-myung, was running away from his tail.

No matter how prestigious you are, you have to be strong enough to be at a certain level.

That guy is just an embodiment of nothingness.

The answer was not to go along with the absolute mastery of accepting even a time bond.

'If you go a little further...

… .' Seolhui, who was running with all his might, in an instant, his eyes widened to the size of a lantern.

Whik! A strange wind blew, and a cub, not a human, suddenly appeared and blocked the way.

“I got it, you bastard.” "Wow… … .” Seolhui was not funny.

Now, he was running away with almost full force by triggering Jinshin Inner Air...

… .

He moved several times faster than his own movement.

“I was only going to be able to escape this much… … .” Papa.

Seolhui changed direction and ran again.

Seeing this, Koo Jong-myung smiled and gathered his strength on the tip of the sword.

Papa Papa.

“Huh, heh heh.” Seol-hui runs to death until his eyebrows flutter.

Then, at some point, he felt something approaching from behind, almost within walking distance.

“Look!” distance is close.

Even the speedy swordsmanship.

No, it was something like that.

I couldn't avoid it enough to turn around.

Nevertheless, Seol-hui had a trump card.

[I use a thrifty sword.]

Whoops! Air currents were created in all directions, and violent waves were generated.

It extinguished the luminous qigong emitted by Koo Jong-myung at once.

Kuuuuu- Then, dozens of vortexes appeared in a wide area to protect him.

“… … !” This time, even Koo Jong-myung was surprised.

When the whirlpool that bloomed around Seol-hui came towards him, he fought it with all his heart.

“Haab!” Dude! The saber wind sword was a move of conversion.

It was a wave of energy that blew away all the opponents Seol Hwi had been fighting with.

Nevertheless, the absolute master Jongmyeong Koo persisted.

“Ugh! profit… … !” A strong tornado swept through the air to lift him up, but he did not move.

celery vertebra.

Gyungshinsu is a type of fast-moving festival that lightens the body.

That is why, those who have reached the polarity of shinshin art, on the other hand, have knowledge of the celestial vertebrae that make the body heavy.

diligent! Eventually, the swirling vortex lost its power and became quiet.

Koo Jong-myung persevered to the end, but instead he was in a mess.

“Oh my gosh… … .” His hair was loose and sporadic, and the volcanic wave's uniform was torn to pieces, and Jongmyeong Koo sharpened his teeth.

The guy was running away again.

The moment when you try to follow along without even having time to clean up your messed up outfit.

Kouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu again the whirlpool rises.

“This bastard!” For the first time, Jong-myung Koo roared in the face of evil.

*** 'Hey there!' Seolhui's face, which was full of breath, opened wide.

He had finally found a suitable destination.

[Happy Room]

In other places, it was called Haewooso, a dung-gan.

As soon as he reached his destination, he hurriedly opened the door and threw in his sword and sword.

Then he took off his shoes and threw them away.

“When you die, even if you die, you have to rescue them.” As long as he got caught in the eyes of Goo Jong-myung, there is no way he can survive.

Even if he tried to run away, the opponent was also a person who had mastered the art of godliness to the extreme.

So, in this situation, Seolhui has only one choice.

'The moment the wearer dies, this new recruit is put there.' Originally, I was going to put it in the toolbox safely, but after meeting Jongmyeong Koo, the toolbox hasn't been opened.

He probably recognized it as a fight.

“How is life… … I can't get out of this shit forever...

… .” Equipment submerged in smelly and dirty excrement.

In that case, it is safe for now.

Those who are in a hurry to defecate in search of a place of pleasure will never have to search through the swamp of poop and urine to see if they are new recruits.

So let's take a deep breath and open the door.

“… … I wonder if you were in a hurry?” Jong-myeong Koo, who had already arrived, had an absurd face.

“It was kind of like that.

Inspiration." Seolhui regained his composure.

Even if I die here, the equipment will be here.

Very dirty when retrieved...

… You have to feel it, though.

anyway.

"ruler.

Now that you're bored, do whatever you want.

Grilled or boiled.” “… … Was it really? Huh, this is true.” At those words, Jong-myung Koo stopped his pulse.

sudden action.

bizarre magic.

And for a brief moment, he almost deceived himself.

Until the final desperate escape.

It's annoying, but I knew that he was a quiet guy, so I expected it as a soldier, but it was all urgent.

I felt disillusioned with myself for running with all my might so far.

“Did you ever think of saving me?” “… … It cannot be.” Koo Jong-myung took a deep breath and raised his sword.

Whether it was disappointment or shame, he had no intention of keeping him alive here.

"Right.

If you're going to kill me, kill me at once without pain.

If possible, with that strength, here on the neck… … .” When Seol-hui pointed at his neck, he frowned.

“I originally thought so, but… … You said you wanted it, so I didn’t want to do it for some reason.” Koo Jong-myung said, "Even if it's not until the end of the day, I will cut off all the limbs and then painfully kill them." “Hey, Kang-ho’s senior is so wild.

do it your way Can I ask you one thing before I die?” “… … Do not refuse.” "Ah.

okay." Seolhui closed her eyes.

while preparing for death.

'Oh, fuck it.

belt.' flash! I remembered one piece of equipment left.

Nothing but a golden belt tied around his waist! “Come on, wait!” "late." Koo Jong-myung's sword appeared, and Seol-hui hurriedly loosened the belt and threw it.

Because of the momentarily darkened vision, I couldn't remember anything after that.

[This is the last life.]

■ The 95th year of the Celestial Year, Chapter 2-1.

The three lives that Gonma suggests.

□ In the 98th year of the celestial calendar, the last day of July.

□ 98th year of the celestial calendar, this story _ Destiny Day.

Only three fingerprints covered my eyes.