Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 389

Published at 4th of February 2022 11:59:43 AM

The power of the Ming Dynasty to fight was being reproduced over the molten Daeryeonjang.

The strongest beings on earth who challenged the gods as losers of the world half a million years ago. In the wistle-blue brain-spirited resembling their souls, Qin looked at the eyes of the Looncandels fixed to him.

Fear flashed through the eyes of the protected and embarrassment at the eyes of the protected. They were all clenched their teeth.

Who would have expected that the 12th-term member of the family, the horseman, would show this kind of martial arts against the entire Looncandel? After the business has already passed.

[And I will give one order to the members of the House of Horsemen.]

A resonant voice, as many as dozens of Ming kings speak at once. Members of the family were feeling a kind of awe in the voice.

They had never met the fighting spirit of the Ming dynasty, but instinctively they felt her aura pouring from Qin.

Protect them with all your might, so that not a single guardian of my sword may die.]

Pazzhik!

The thunder that covered Jean's body swirled and sparkled. The pale light of the signposts of the Ming kings stood out from the grasp of the brain-stained hands to the fingernails.

Pale as if death had a color.

The heat of the fire is still lingering, and the brain of the Ming and Wang Rim Sword has been added.

With the hot air so hot that the rock melted and burst heavily over the lungs, the Looncandels had to be enveloped in a sense of cooling their whole bodies as if they were touching an old dead body strangely.

"Everyone, get out of course.…!”

Soon after the sword began to draw its trajectory, it was none other than Luntia who shouted as if he were evil.

I let my guard down.

The youngest, who thought she could end it now and kill it whenever she wanted, was a monster far beyond her expectations.

I should have realized the fact earlier. I should have known earlier that I would have risked my life, and that I could not have beaten him with such arrogance.

Blinking eyes, what you can see is the youngest's sword rushing through the brain.

At the speed of thunder, the force of the blow was never insufficient compared to any sword Luntia had ever experienced.

The body, it didn't react immediately. It was the source of trouble that he raised his voice for the safety of the drivers behind him.

Ahhhhh...!

From the middle of Luntia's chest, a red blood spattered. If I had only stepped back one step less, I would not have ended there, but I would have split in half.

"Kuck!"

Fortunately, there was no damage to the organs.

Yet the focus of Luntia was once again shaken by an injury that could never be called shallow.

Before he could even get into position, Sigmund's thunderstorm struck Luntia.

A terrible pain broke out as if my whole body was burning.

A strong body that surpasses even Luna.

To build this body, how much pain did you have to endure?

Since Luna announced her abandonment of her family home, Luntia has had many expectations for a few alternatives in a short period of time.

The reason Luna is strangely difficult on Luntia, and weak on her. Luna had been watching Luntia 'kill' herself to have such a strong body.

That's how I got it.

The power gained by going down to the unfortunate answer that life is nothing but boredom and pain, and that it is complacency not to think or act in it.

The strong body was breaking apart.

The flesh is torn, the bones are cut, and the blood is bursting. The creepy pain of digging into the wound took my breath away.

"Damn it..."

Luntia clenches her teeth and sharles.

It wasn't even easy to find the exact location because of the brain covering the space like a dense fog. There was also a sense of uneasiness that seemed to lose its luster for ever in every moment of the sharp cerebral palsy that poked the eye.

But what rang in Luntia's head at that moment wasn't the desire to get out of here and not to get hurt or survive.

'The knights will die, if it stays like this way.'

There are mothers and riders, as well as senior members and executive knights. No matter how powerful Qin is, he is showing. By all means, it was absurd to surpass them all.

But "fighting" and "protecting" are clearly different areas.

In this thunderstorm, will other strongmen be able to protect all the knights on the brink of death?

I couldn't bring myself to be sure. First of all, his knights, who were the first to jump in to stop the flames of business, had no one to protect them.

Their main soldier himself is fighting with Jean.

Above all.

'She's not the kind of person to protect the knights.'

a gnawing luntia Rosa was still sitting at the top of her class and not taking any other action.

It wasn't because she hated Rosa that she was so sure.

Just Rosa Looncandel, my mother...….

It was a perception that he would not save enough guardian knights to be swept away by the sword of the 12th rider.

I think they're useless in Looncandel.

Or they try to leave more powerful articles in the Sword Garden. Rosa, recognized by Luntia, was such a person.

The same was true of Rosa, which is perceived by others.

She was a great man enough to do that.

No screams could be heard, as was the case with the up-and-down. But everyone knew, not to mention Luntia.

How agonizingly shrieked the guards who were burned by flames and brains.

Charles was infused with the light of a new ogre.

She decided how to end this fight.

"The youngest, for you have shown me the glorious sword......I'll have to answer the sword that matches it."

What was in her eyes, full of flesh and shock, a new will.

a long-forgotten sense of responsibility as a rider

Looncandel Third Vigy

환 금식

As Luntia stretched Charles forward, there was only one egg-sized circle in the air filled with brain energy. The circle was emitting a foreign glow alone, seemingly disallowing no intrusion.

Tung!

Jean's signature towards the circle bounced off.

It was unexpected that the signature, strengthened by the Ming and Wang Rim sword, was bouncing so much, and the circle of Geum Hwan-sik was getting bigger and bigger and expanding its territory.

Though strong enough to bounce off the sigmund, Qin strangely did not feel the circle of Geum Hwan-sik threatening.

'Conduct? Or is it Vigie? Either way, it's a sword with a strange feeling of separation.'

a sword of no intention of murder

Not long after, Qin was able to recognize that the purpose of this sword was not in murder.

As expected, the third Bigi Geumhwansik was the only sword in Looncandel to protect others. A hard sword that draws a circle acts as a shield.

I came to a conclusion without difficulty.

'If it breaks, that's enough.'

The blood of the brain and the body of a fighter were bubbling up in the photocardium. If the blow didn't bring him down, he would have wielded a deeper and stronger force again.

I didn't mean to finish it properly today because I was too tired.

I didn't mean to use only enough power not to kill my opponent. To see the end in some form.

It was a sword that endured even the great sword of teenage knight Shilderay.

No matter how solid Runtia's gold exchange system is. However, it was not possible to keep the Ming Dynasty sword from being stopped.

Pajigit, jabbing!

The same result came out again this time when Sigmund flashed again. The blade of the knife bounced off the ring of the larger gold medal ceremony.

But in the whirlpool and in the brain, Jean saw clearly. Luntia, who blocked the second inspection, spits out a handful of blood.

He was already seriously injured before the gold exchange ceremony.

It was unclear whether the dogs could be stopped even if they were unfolded while their bodies were intact.

It is natural for Luntia to feel heavy, as she unfolded with severe injuries.

She risked her life.

However, his determination to deal with Jin was different. Not to kill Jean, but to protect his knights from him.

The roar of a sword and a ring striking.

Not a single word of conversation could come and go in between, but Chin could understand her mindset.

It was because I have seen many times what the faces of those who wanted to save people are like.

'You're not the kind of person to take lightly, my second sister.'

It was rather reassuring.

If she tries her best to stop the Ming Dynasty, the innocent guards will not die.

Even so.

I don't intend to bury mercy at the end of the knife.

Jean was wielding her signature with a mind that it would not matter if Luntia died.

It is a place where everyone in the family is watching.

If you don't look good, the declaration will lose its meaning.

"If you live, you will be recognized as a worthy competitor, sister."

Crack! Crack!

A huge molar seemed to rip the prey apart. Runtia's bleeding increased as the test continued to fall over the ring.

On the other hand, Sigmund became more and more fierce. The thunderstorms that moved along the Sigmund poured onto the ring of goldfish, like a heavy rain.

Charles' sword holding the ring was shaking. She has already endured more than 50 percent of the power of the Ming and Wang Rim Sword for more than thirty years, so the limit has come.

Suddenly, the shape of the brain that hit the ring changed.

3rd Sword Penalty.

The awning of Dan sin, which contained the power of Ming and Gunnim swords, had overwhelming energy even in the midst of the brain energy that had encroached everywhere.

When the five awls pushed in at the same time, the ring of Geum Hwan-sik was finally broken. Luntia did not miss Charles until the end.

The thunder of Ming and Dagger were already sweeping her and flying toward knights holding out outside.

As soon as she was about to give off her brain one more time, Chin saw the phosphorus of Luntia, who had stopped in the same posture as the gold exchange ceremony.

Lost consciousness, dead. There was no need to confirm either.

a stride-footed gin

It was Rosa, sitting at the top like a lyric, that Jean's gaze was on. Now it was time to break the boss.

As soon as I'm about to give off one more stroke.

Took.......

Suddenly something hard and sharp poked Jin's back lightly.

It was Charles, the sword of Luntia.

Nevertheless, Chin turned around and did not confirm the appearance of her second sister. Knowing that barely putting the Charles on her back is the last force left for her.

Jean thought it wasn't Charles that touched her back, but the will that held it.

It's a will to respect a man as a brother and a warrior.

Slap...!

Soon after Luntia collapsed, the eyes of Jean and Rosa met.

[Can you keep sitting like that?]

Chapter end