The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 134

Heard He’s Sick?

Are you just brisk? Are you flying at all?

And what else is the shaman’s crisis of existence?

“Master! It’s already been well over ten years. The war is already over!”

Unam takes a stance and blocks the front of the wind patient.

What the hell does this mean?

“What? More than ten years?”

“yes!”

“….”

The wind patient looked at the disciples blocking his surroundings and the surrounding view of the shattered area.

“Oh no… I am again…”

The wind patient frowned with a dejected expression.

Then he staggered, clutching his forehead as if he had a headache. It was as if he had lost something in his heart.

As his momentum subsided, Unam and the warriors of Cheonryonggak breathed a sigh of relief and approached to support the wind patient.

“it’s okay. Master.”

“I’m sorry. Unam. It’s time for me to die It is time to die.”

“It’s hard to hold on to those words.”

“Say no more. I know your heart, but how can a person go against the flow of time?”

“Master.”

Poong-hwan, who is smiling but looks sad, and Un-am, who supports him with a worried expression.

It seemed like they were not between priests but between grandparents and grandsons.

“ah! Master.”

Unam changed the topic to change the sunken atmosphere.

“Didn’t I tell you about the shaman’s sword the other day?”

“shaman…? Oh, you mean that boy named Jinmura?”

“yes.”

“So, after a long time, that shaman gave birth to an outstanding disciple?”

“yes. He stopped at Kunlun on the way to mark his mark.”

“Ohh? okay?”

Punghwan, who makes a happy expression as if it were his job, follows Unam’s hand and turns his gaze.

Jinmu, who was far away from the sudden uproar, greeted politely.

“Jimmu, the first disciple of the shaman, Jinryong Poonghwan’s ancestor…”

Jinmu’s face stiffened as he raised his head with a bright expression after greeting.

The distorted expression of the wind patient whose eyes met.

and those eyes.

“How did you…”

What?

There is a look of doubt on Jinmu’s face.

What on earth is the madness in the eyes of the pungent man?

Moreover, an indescribably huge anger was rolling over like a wave.

“Did you, Hyeokryeon Mu Gang, come to destroy the shaman and even this Kunlun!”

Jinmu’s eyes widened.

what? How did you find out?

Could it be that this person’s spiritual power has increased and his spiritual eyes have been opened?

But there was no time to be surprised.

The moment Jinmu put on a puzzled expression, a light flashed in the wind patient’s eyes.

Damn!

The momentum filled with greatness came to attack Jinmu with the madness of a wind patient.

Unam stood in front of Jinmu, who was about to draw the energy of Danjeon to block his fist and perform Taecheong Sansoo.

“Avoid!”

thud!

Along with Jin-gak, who shook the ground and made a deep scar, Unam stretched out his fist that had been pulled by his waist.

Kuryu Ryu Ryu!

A whirlwind of powerful martial arts was shot at the wind patient.

“this guy! How can you stop it! Get out of the way! He attacked the shaman, and now he is the one who even came to target Kunlun!”

“Master spirit!”

Whoa!

The energy of the two collided in the air and exploded, bringing strong winds.

“Keugh!”

Unam, which has not yet matured, frowned in pain and took five steps back, and the wind sickness twisted between them and shot at Jinmu.

However, Unam’s hand was faster.

“bout!”

Unam’s hand bent strangely as he twisted the collar he grabbed while chasing the windbreaker.

Kunlun’s Cloud Dragon’s Crown was unfolded to restrain the wind patient’s movement.

but.

Chwrit! Empty!

A gentle Seongi stood up and shook off Unam’s hand and lightly pushed it away.

Even if they are the same cloud, dragon and gold, the quality is different and the depth of enlightenment is different.

If Unam has just begun to govern the clouds under the command of Sangje, isn’t Punghwan a true dragon that grows as he wishes and harmonizes the world?

“Master!”

Even though he took a step backwards and called out urgently, the wind fan did not stop.

As soon as it touches the ground, it approaches and strikes roughly.

It is Kunlun’s Eight Eight Movements of Cloud Dragons, which are said to have exquisitely mixed light gong and jangbeop.

It also contains all the interests of Punghwan, one of the strongest in Moorim.

“Stop!”

When Unam, who was too late to fly, shouted, the masters of Cheonryonggak quickly made Jinmu, the character of Pum, to protect Jinmu.

“Can’t you get out of the way!”

But nothing helped.

The windmill’s sword, flying in a straight line, bends like a dragon twisted around the waist and breaks the connection point between Pumja Jin.

Fighting!

The moment the road opened, the mighty Iljang aimed at Jinmu’s chest.

damn.

Jinmu gathered his momentum and blocked it with Taecheongsansu, which had stopped.

Zeng! Damn!

It was a Taecheong landscape that scattered tile and wine, but it was basically a martial art for defense, not offensive.

A thousand palms filled the air, but they were nothing compared to cloud dragons with sharp teeth and claws.

The palms filled with the tension of scratching and biting disappeared in an instant.

I couldn’t stop it completely, but I bought time.

Unam ran again and blocked the gap between Jinmu and Punghwan.

“Didn’t you call this guy Vicky!”

Was it because he was annoyed with his disciple’s behavior that kept blocking him? Windhwan let out an angry roar and spewed out momentum again.

“Jimmu! protect! Back off! Call for long-term support!”

While Unam, in a hurry, cuts off words at random and shouts, while persistently biting the windpipe.

“Avoid Jinmu Dojo!”

The guru of Cheonryonggak surrounded Jinmu as if escorting him.

“No, what is this now?”

“Sajo-nim sometimes shows symptoms of maebyeong.”

“…ah!”

Maebyeong means dementia.

A wind patient is suffering from dementia?

I was horrified to think that even the real spiritual eyes had been opened.

“But fortunately, the disease is not deep yet, so it is only occasionally. Every time it runs out of control, the entire Kunlun steps forward to stop it. It’s dangerous, get out of here! If you get swept away…”

Jinmu nods his head at the guru’s words and bites his body.

“this guy! Where are you taking me out!”

The wind patient, who pushed Unam’s fist with his outstretched arm, flew like an eagle towards the retreating Jinmu.

“danger!”

Unam, who had been pushed away, cried out without even straightening himself.

shit!

He remembers the disciple well, but why is he saying this to me?

Even if the mind goes back and forth, the goal seems to be clear.

Jinmu raised all the energy of Danjeon.

The application of Jinmu swells up tightly as if bursting at the internal force released in one action.

It’s worth a try.

It is different from the amount of withdrawal.

A battle crown made by combining the spirits of the Taecheong Shindan and the spirits of the Samyang Bomyeongdan. Didn’t that make it stronger than ever?

fuck stop it!

No matter how much his memory came and went with each bottle, he had no idea why he considered himself to be a revolutionary martial artist, but he had to stop it now.

He was the seven star of political affairs and the true dragon of Kunlun.

He had no place to run to, no matter what he was aiming for.

Since the soldiers had left to announce the emergency, there should have been a way if they held out until then.

“Ha-ap!”

coo kung!

Jinmu planted both feet into the ground.

Then spread both hands and kick the ground.

Fain!

At the same time, his outstretched hand disappeared like an illusion and blocked the wind patient’s path as if jumping through space.

Taecheong landscape water could delay his burial, but could not completely prevent it.

If that’s the case, I’d rather break the flying feet.

Zuririt!

Jinmu’s palm creates a remnant and overlaps one after another.

It is a Jangbeop called the strongest among Naegajungsubeop and contains the description of Gyeokgong (隔空), so it was the head of a shaman who rushed through a total of 36 changes.

“How dare you confront me with jangbeop!”

The wind patient twisted the foot he stepped on and spun around, spraying a field of light.

The Eight Eight Ceremonies of the Undragon, which uses light gongsul as if it were a battle, was unfolded again.

Kwaaang!

The vibrations and noises created by the explosion of qi began to reverberate through Kunlun’s conduit.

“her! What is this?”

Unhae, who was informed by the disciple of Cheonryonggak and led the elders, could not keep his mouth shut at the situation unfolding in front of him.

What the hell is this fuss about?

Whenever Punghwan’s illness got worse, whenever there was chaos, he had been suppressing his energy by spreading Taeheo Doryongjin (太虛屠龍陣).

At first, there were numerous injuries, but it was nothing major because it had been going on for several years.

No, now he was skilled enough to subdue without causing much damage.

However, the current situation is different from before.

bang! Kwak! bang!

A clash between tiles colliding in the air.

The Eightfold Wings of the Cloud Dragon and the Myeonjang.

A confrontation between the shaman and the martial arts called the pride of Kunlun unfolded.

No matter how much he is called a shaman swordsman, he is showing excellent skills to the extent that even a swordsman with a weak contract is equal to the best of Kunlun.

It was close to impossible even if Punghwan was not in his right mind due to illness.

At first it was shocking, but now it has become a sense of triumph.

It was the same for all disciples of Unhai, Unam and Kunlun.

would like to see The skills of the shaman’s sword of the time.

“Oh no!”

The elasticity of the sea of clouds was the same as everyone’s heart.

At the very beginning, Shinryongseonmu (神龍旋霧) draws a line that is close to perfect like a dancer’s hand, and the shaman’s face explodes in the air is truly shocking.

Zeng! Damn!

A succession of myeonjang chased after the dragon that roamed beautifully in the sky, and grabbed the tail of the dragon that twisted in the air to escape.

As the Myeonjang, who had been pushed back as if it would not be an opponent for an instant, continued to increase its power, it began to eat the dragon’s body.

It is a characteristic of the shaman’s myeonjang that the beginning is light, but conventionally it is compared to the heaviness of the evil.

As the shaman’s energy grew stronger and stronger, the movement of the cloud dragon shrank as if caught in a net.

no way? lose?

The confrontation between the two put strength in everyone’s hands and even made them sweat.

All of them started cheering for Fenghuan in their hearts.

should not lose

regardless of the disease.

He was the strongest master in Kunlun, no one else.

Wasn’t it the shaman guru of the terms and conditions that anyone could see teaching? Losing was absolutely unacceptable.

It was because it was the pride of the Munpa.

Is it because everyone’s wish was like that?

“Inom!”

As the dragon’s seventh movement, Yongbigucheon, unfolded along with the roar of the wind, the myeonjang, who made the thirtieth explosion and made an echo with the echo, paused for a moment.

Wow!

Towards Gucheon, which means all heavens, the dragon tore the net and flew up with a wild roar.

“Oooh!”

The flow of the myeonjang was cut off, and Jinmu’s body, which had been hit with the anti-elastic force, was pushed away leaving a long footprint.

A stream of blood flowed from his mouth.

will be injured

“die!”

Punghwan, who did not miss his retreat, chases after him with mad eyes and unleashes the last eighth herbivore, Cheonryongdurin (天龍斗鱗).

The cloud dragon that soared toward the sky opened its huge mouth and descended as if to swallow Jinmu.

Damn X.

With a distorted expression on his face, he looked at the windbreaker who fell in a direct hit towards him.

“Protect Jinmu Dojo and spread Taeheodoryongjin!”

Together with Unhae’s ilgal, Unam threw himself away while holding Jinmu’s body, and Kunlun’s elders surrounded Fenghuan.

Taeheo Doryongjin, who catches dragons.

The energy released by the 12 elders of Kunlun became a huge net and suppressed the wind patient.