Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Chapter 379

Episode 379. It was not only the long-awaited Jin Woo-

saeng who couldn’t believe the failure of the north march.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who was watching from the top of the bell tower on the left with Namjin warrior Dong Yu-soo, asked.

“You said that the north march had failed before, right?”

“exactly.”

“Why did you fail?”

“I don’t know. All of the North Jin masters who were put into that mission are dead.”

“....”

Yeonjeokha, who had blinked her eyes, turned her head to the yard.

It is all about the on-site magistrate, ten escorts, and four flag bearers carrying flags.

On each of the colorful flags held by the flag bearers were written the words “Heaven and Heaven”, “Infants alone”, “Three Worlds Gae Go” and “Adang Anji”.

If Xuanzang Xuanzang’s position within the famous school had not been downgraded, the escort would be the same as before.

‘They killed the masters of Northern Jin?’

When Yeonjeokha tilted his head, the gold guard and the guards in disguise clashed.

The Geumuiwi is a force-based institution.

As a result, in the case of field practitioners, the higher up they are, the stronger they are.

For example, ‘Songgi’ rather than Guard of Geumuiwi, ‘Gungi’ rather than Sogi, ‘Baekho’ rather than Baekho, ‘Cheonho’ rather than Baekho, ‘Namjin Musa’ rather than Cheonho, is a master.

Cheonho Neunggagyeong was a master comparable to that of the Chilpamun.

Neung Ga-kyung and Cheon Ji-rim, the captain of the escort, were the first to face each other.

Neung Ga-kyung’s Soo-chun-do savagely pushed Cheon Ji-rim, but Cheon Ji-rim was also formidable.

Cha-cha-cha-.

Sparks flew non-stop between the two.

It was a fierce battle in which the blades of the longsword and the longsword dented, so if you lost sight of it, at least one limb would be cut off.

Subsequently, the gunmen attacked the rest of the escort with ten small men.

Ordinary escorts could not win the title of servant.

Every time the Chong Myung Su-chun-do moved vertically and horizontally, blood splattered from the bodies of the escorts.

His intentions were as good as those of the servants who ran amok like tigers.

Speaking of an escort, he is at the level of a ronin.

On the other hand, the sogis were not just those who passed the military examination. They are the ones who have been hardened through actual battles and eventually rise to the position of junior commander of the Golden Guard.

The guards fell like autumn leaves without a proper counterattack.

Like a storm, the desires that dealt with the escort of the field mage paused for a moment.

This is because the battle between the commander, Cheonho Neunggakyung, is not yet over.

At that moment, the gunman’s knife point pointed at the judge at the scene.

“Don’t hesitate, hit!”

With the horse, the servants ran towards the field judge.

There was nothing else in his eyes now.

The people of Xuanzang Xuanzang were all four flag bearers.

Jongmyeong planned to slit the head of the judge at once and leave the seat.

But what is this?

Even though all the escorts were down, Xuanzang Xuan did not think of running away.

His expression was also calm.

A soft chant flowed from his mouth.

“Namu Amitabha, Namu Myung Daegyo, Muryangsu Yeorae Buddha...”

Simultaneously with his chanting, the rider of ‘Heaven and Heaven’ took a step forward.

He waved his flag at the running servant.

Fire-.

Red flames engulfed the servant’s name.

Chong Myung, unable to escape, was engulfed in flames and screamed.

“Aww!”

In the blink of an eye, the servant name hardened into a figure clutching his head.

White smoke rose from his burnt body.

The soldiers were greatly surprised by the unexpected situation, but did not slow down the offensive.

I know that in times like this, I have to hit and run fast.

Like a swarm of bees, the small birds ran toward the rider of ‘Heaven and Heaven’.

As the rider spewed fire, Baek Woo-seon, a master of the advance wave, also jumped into the battlefield.

Thinking that the fire emitted by the rider was a magic trick, he set out to counter it.

The flag bearer of ‘Heaven and Heaven’ waved the flag horizontally and long this time.

Charararak-.

The small groups hurriedly blocked the flag approaching Suchun Island.

However, the flag did not stop, and instead, Soo-chun-do, hit by the flag, bounced back.

Puffer Puck-.

The air power contained in the flag overwhelms the hopes.

The small flags were scattered in all directions, avoiding the powerful flag, but the flag persistently held on to the small flags.

On the other hand, Baek Woo-seon hurriedly confronted the flag bearer with an anti-major mantra.

puck-.

A ball of light passed through the rider’s head.

The rider’s body slowly fell backwards.

dump.

As the jockey fell, the composure on the face of the priest in the field disappeared.

The cracked ground also returned to its original state.

Dong Yoo-soo, who flew backward like fallen leaves, quickly approached Neungga-gyeong.

The survivors gathered around Dongyusu.

Soon after, the two new models fell from the sky.

Yeonjeokha and heartache.

At the appearance of a powerful uninvited guest, the on-site judge asked with a calm face.

“Binseung is the court official of the imperial family, Chang-sang. Who are you to help the weightlifters?”

Then, the heartache replied with a bleak smile.

“Hehehe, if you are a royal priest, then I am a Buddha. Come here and bow your head.”

At the ignorant and low-level street, the white beard of the priest in the field trembled.

Eventually, the angry judge opened his mouth.

“Seeing that they are casually saying outrageous things, they are a bunch of evil people. These are people who will come to their senses only after falling into the eighteenth floor of hell.”

Along with the horse, the on-site judge slammed the floor with the captain he was holding.

Then, three riders who had been standing silently behind the judge on the ground stepped forward.

The jockey holding the flag of ‘Infant Dokjon’ moved first.

As he waved his flag, the darkness fell and cries rang out in all directions.

“It’s so-so-.”

“Oh-ho-ho-.”

“Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

The cries and laughter and screams grew louder and louder.

Baek Woo-seon, who was barely standing, sat down on the floor and memorized the mantra of anti-horse.

However, the deafening voice only grew bigger and bigger.

Baek Woo-seon, who was resisting the ghost, vomited another sip of blood and closed his eyes.

Just then, a sonorous voice came from somewhere.

“In the name of Gong Yaja and Cheongbulno’s disciple, Yeonnamcheon, I command! The evil sorcery between heaven and earth must disappear!”

“...”

For a moment, the ears stopped crying like a lie.

After that, the pitch-black darkness receded and the objects returned to their original appearance.

When the technique was broken, the jockey of ‘Infant Dogzone’ shouted ‘Wow!’ and vomited a bowl of blood.

Then, this time, the jockey of ‘Samgye Gae Go’ ran like a thunderbolt and waved the flag.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-.

His career, like a blade, rushed like a gust of wind toward Yeonjeokha and Heartache.

“Go!”

Shimtong, who had pulled out the Yuyeopdo, took a big step forward and cut the gust of wind.

This is the yongmu cheonsang (龍武天祥).

The powerful pottery that poured out of Yuyeopdo was torn apart by a strong wind.

It’s time for the baffled rider to hurriedly retrieve the flag.

The pottery that extended from the end of the sword of heartache grazed the rider’s neck.

“Kuk!”

The rider of ‘Samgyaego’ hurriedly grabbed his head in the burning pain.

However, the head moved away from the body little by little.

The jockey of ‘Adang Anji’, shocked by the death of his comrade one after another, drove the flagpole deep into the ground.

thud.

A white mist rose around the flag.

In the blink of an eye, the mist swallowed the field mage and rider.

“Confucius!”

In response to the urgent cry of heartache, Yeon Jeok-ha once again spoke out.

“In the name of Gong Yaja and Cheongbulno’s disciple, Yeonnamcheon, I command! Fog, disappear!”

Ssss-.

The fog dissipated with a faint sound.

“omg!”

His mouth widened in pain as he was about to roll up the Yuyeopdo and jump forward.

Neither the jockey of ‘Adang Anji’ nor the on-site judge were seen.

After a while, I looked around and shook my head with heartache.

“oh my god! No trace. Could this be possible?”

It was the same even under the age of surprise.

This is because even with his own sense of humor, he did not notice that the rider and the priest in the field were running away.

“That’s right! It’s a ghost to wail.”

Yeonjeokha shook his head with a bitter face.

Come to think of it, I felt strange because it seemed to have been written as ‘Adang Anji (I will make you feel at ease)’.