Disciple of the Three Kings

Vol. 6 Episode 11+

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The new swordsmanship one.

It was a state where the warrior and the sword became one, and it was a state of supremacy that could never be reached by the warriors who were made with a lot of inner strength.

Even when they reached the present stage, there were many people who could not properly achieve the unity of the new swordsmanship.

Chunjong, a shaman who appeared by borrowing Mubaek, or no, Mubaek’s body, was crying with his sword as if to prove the state of the divine sword unity.

Being one with the sword, his feelings are revealed through the sword.

“I was wrong.”

Recognize and repent of one’s own mistakes.

At the same time, you are accepting the result.

“You were just an awful bystander.”

The shaman’s warriors raise their eyes at Lee Rowoon’s words.

It could be said that for the samurai, the teachers and the elders of the monks are like their parents, or even more.

What’s more, if it’s a long storyteller of a shaman who is united with pride.

It was strange to be able to hold back my anger, even though my molars were crushed.

But they are also feeling it.

“That’s right. I was a bystander.”

The terrifying feeling of the sword of heaven.

“I thought it would be bad for this child to wake up my will.”

Cheonjong speaks with his eyes wide open.

“You may already know… .”

“I divided the soul and the bag through the heart of the sheep, and the bag was put into the body of this child, Mu Baek.”

Regret.

“But I didn’t show my will, lest my will corrode this child.”

That was the undisclosed secret.

Significant spirit兩意心功.

It was an absolute divine achievement that was transmitted only to shamans.

‘Divide your heart in two.’

The only new skill that can break the unwritten rule that a martial artist can never play two martial arts at the same time.

However, the shaman’s long gate, Cheonjong, forsook not only the mind but also the body.

The ritual of that fragment was made to reside in the body of Mubaek that matched him.

But as a Daoin, this was something he shouldn’t have done, so he silenced his will and just watched everything.

“The disciples… Knowing that you are going the wrong way.”

That was the problem.

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“The disciples must have thought my silence was permission.”

Nevertheless, Chunjong was unable to express his intentions.

Because I thought it was for Mubaek.

“I thought that going the wrong way was to go the right way, but… .”

Now he speaks less.

Origin.

He now admits everything and reflects on it.

“Please.”

And go ahead.

“Please save the shaman. ‘His’ successor.”

Rowoon’s eyes twitched while listening to it silently.

Clear celestial eyes.

Now there were no more regressions or regrets.

There was only a deep mission of moving forward and correcting it.

However, there was a slight confusion in Yi Rowoon’s eyes.

“You know what I’m talking about?”

Cheonjong softly nodded at Lee Rowoon’s words.

No more cracks in the ground.

“The shaman has a long history. It also preserves that history.”

It means you know.

-Eun, no, he also knows the origins of the Moorim.

A voice only heard by Lee Rowoon.

He said in a tone of displeasure now.

“Did you say that it was a heavenly horse?”

The Taegeuk pointed out by Lee Rowoon.

There is a heavenly demon sealed by a shaman.

If you know the history, that’s the real Heaven… .

“A thousand miles.”

He didn’t answer.

“But it’s a mixture of things… .”

His gaze moves to look at Taegeuk.

“Something that must be stopped by risking the fate of a shaman.”

“We can’t.”

“Long writer!”

The warriors of the shaman have gathered more and more.

Among them, an old-fashioned old man shouts.

The white beard, hair, and deep wrinkles tell his age, but his straight back and majestic body make it difficult to guess his age.

“What are you talking about!”

He is clearly the elder of the shaman.

“The shaman is… !”

With a voice full of pride.

“I will not succumb to the devil!”

Calling towards the bell.

The answer to that.

“Shut up.”

It was unbearably cold.

“Moon-in Jang, what are you saying now… .”

“I told you to shut up-!”

Chunjong’s bets weighed heavily on everyone as the air changed.

Chunjong was the one who never treated the shaman’s disciples harshly.

Because of that, he didn’t even show his face for fear that Mu Baek’s will would disappear, and because of that… .

“You are the ones who should have led the shaman properly!”

The shaman is broken.

“By the way, what are you doing right now?”

The angels stare at them.

Considering the past, that would have been impossible.

“Can you see it?”

The direction of Taegeuk.

A roaring fire.

“The disciples are dying, and their lives are fading away with the forcibly dragged in.”

A feeling similar to that flame.

“But you-! Yes, what are you talking about!”

You should have gone there.

You should have fought with your life.

You should have bumped it.

“Shaman! Do you just follow kendo for strength-!”

Now his voice spreads throughout the shaman’s realm.

-What is the shaman’s sword for?

Scream, shout again.

-Keep the weak and keep the way. It exists for that.

The shaman’s sword.

-That’s it.

But the shaman is lost.

Everyone shuts their mouths and lowers their heads.

It was because Cheonjong’s desperate heart, who achieved the unity of the divine swordsman, became a dagger in their hearts.

Chunjong, the shaman’s Jangmunin, bows his head toward Yi Rowoon and says:

“Return the path of the shaman.”

Lee Rowoon looked at Cheonjong.

Until just now, what Lee Rowoon felt was intense displeasure and anger.

But even now, Lee Rowoon’s heart reached a little bit.

“Have you been there?”

A sign is approaching from behind, as if joining late.

Baek Cheong and Ha Se-min, especially Baek Cheong speaks.

“A true samurai even in a shaman.”

Now Baekcheong sees an advantage.

But you know.

It all depends on the profit.

“Bare mouth?”

Once again his eyes were languid.

“You want me to live with your bare mouth?”

“I will do whatever I can. That is… .”

The twinkling eyes of the angel.

“Even if it goes out of line.”

“The long storyteller… .”

Cheonjong bets everything.

His life and sword.

I bet it all on Yi-woon.

To this, Lee Ro-Won answers.

A soft whisper.

It was a voice that made even those who heard it feel drowsy.

Chunjong responds with a sense of relief.

“Please… let me know.”

Jangbo hums happily.

Unlike his joyful hum, the scene around him was brutal.

A mountain of corpses.

It’s colloquial.

The yellow monsters that made the mountain.

“The shaman’s sword… .”

Jangbo’s voice resounds softly.

“You can’t reach me.”

The sword of a shaman that I followed and trained all my life.

There were times when I thought that the only path was my own.

But none of those swords reached him.

Basic.

The shaman’s disciples who learned the sword with him.

“Shut… eww… .”

Even the teachers who taught him the sword.

“Yeah, man… nonsense… .”

Elders who always looked down on themselves with supreme eyes.

Everyone was smashed to death at Mucheon, or no, Zhang Bo’s feet.

This is it.

“Have you seen it?”

This is your way.

Power.

This overwhelming power is the path he has found.

And at the end of this road… .

It’s right there.

Hundreds of shaman disciples blocking the way to Taegeuk.

Gently tread on them and the janitor advances.

Kee eh!

Hwanggeon’s monsters rush towards the shaman’s warriors.

The shaman’s warriors cut them down.

“The door… !”

I tried to command, but to no avail.

Taegeuk Chilseongjin, Taecheon Geomabongjin.

This was also the result of the shaman’s arrogance.

They thought that the power of the shaman could seal the demon and crush it.

Actually, they sealed and crushed the Cheon Factory Army and the Imperial Enemy.

“How can we not know that Taegeuk has a yin?”

You did not understand the nature of Taegeuk properly.

There is sunshine and there is shadow.

If you have chosen the village as a shadow.

“You shouldn’t have put Taegeuk and horses together.”

It was a time of sealing, and excruciating pain followed, but it was not without a price.

Pop, puff, puff, puff!

Look at this power.

It is the power obtained by absorbing the negative energy that resides in the Taegeuk Chilseongjin.

How about the Cheon Factory group that was sealed in the Taecheon Geoma Bongjin?

“True peace and quiet will be achieved.”

This should have already been done.

It would have been completed as a true swordsman who would swallow up the shaman and lead the world to the Pacific Islands, rather than the form of being sealed by a shaman because of anxiety.

“No… .”

“No… !”

Outstretched hands.

They explode at Jangbo’s gesture.

What is the state of the flower landscape?

What is the status of Hyungyeong?

Nothing can reach this power that transcends everything.

“Ah.”

Jangbo has reached the broken Taegeuk.

“My Tao is awakening.”

After saying that, Zhang Bo’s hand approaches the broken Taegeuk.

Call me!

It was the moment when the yellow guns wrapped in the hands were released and the distance between Taegeuk and Jangbo was connected.

The black energy that spreads from Jangbo’s body.

Damn it!

It was the moment when the balance of Taegeuk that had been barely maintained was completely broken.

Choot rumble!

Hwanggeons began to flutter everywhere.

Dozens, hundreds, and thousands of yellow knives.

Worse!

They embrace the broken Taegeuk and cover it with yellow light.

“Come on! Look!”

Jangbo’s voice resounds.

“The era of peace begins.”

The Taegeuk was now completely covered in yellow dust and looked like a yellow egg.

“Are you okay?”

The angel who mumbles to himself.

“Yes. If that’s what you mean.”

Chunjong said it to himself even though no one answered.

But it looks like you’ve found something.

“Please don’t.”

Gooooo-!

His momentum began to change.

Chunjong did not speak alone.

He had woken up and had a conversation with the sleeping Mubaek.

It may disappear depending on the outcome of what will happen from now on.

-I must atone.

Mubaek risked everything for atonement.

If only the shaman could find the right path, if only he could rectify the mistakes he had made so far.

-I’ll bet my everything.

I said I would endure it all.

This wasn’t about entrusting the battle with the Emperor.

Mu Baek was also going to fight.

“Yes. Feel so good.”

Cheonjong speaks and looks forward.

Yellow eggs.

As soon as that is broken, an uncontrollable evil arrives in this world.

You have to stop it.

“Listen, shaman’s disciples.”

The shaman’s disciples lined up behind Cheonjong.

Their number must have exceeded three thousand.

“Today the shaman will regain the lost kendo.”

Bet everything about the shaman.

“Please, please.”

Chunjong also spoke to Baekcheong and Ha Semin, who were standing next to him.

But there was no benefit there.