Solo Swordmaster

#726. He said he endured…

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The distant past.

The Bronze Age.

The seven dragons were absolute.

Of course, the Archwitch and the adult Spirit Spirit.

Even the god who descended to the ground was nothing more than food for the dragon, and even took away the North American continent, which the fairy queen had ruled from time immemorial.

Even if hundreds and thousands of years passed, there would be no one to threaten the seven dragons.

I couldn’t believe it.

―Only eight exceptions.

The seven dragons who were the parties.

And except for one.

Just as they ended the Silver Age.

The seven dragons, who knew that one day their end would come, prepared for the end.

Spreading the seventy-two species.

Lay an egg containing the dragon’s blood.

He made his followers keep it.

…so that even if they die, they can be reborn from the egg they laid.

One problem.

The first Sword Master Sword Festival appeared before they finished all the preparations.

Cut down Baekryong Ji and Hyeongun.

Take sword demons and sword masters as disciples.

Because of the Sword Emperor’s performance that defeated the other seven dragons, they finally met their end without fully completing their preparations.

After losing his life as a result.

Use your own egg as a vessel.

The seven reborn dragons became imperfect beings.

The dragon’s true blood and soul were half-deficient.

But even with that half, they could have superhuman strength and talent.

With that power, they lead the Seven Dragons, protect, hide, and run away.

dozens of times

whether thousands of years have passed.

repeating reincarnation.

Someday, complete the dragon’s blood.

To be resurrected as a complete self.

And thus, the seven clans of the Chilryonghoe called the vessels born with the destiny of inheriting the dragon’s true blood with respect and love.

Seven dragons reincarnated as humans.

Destined to give birth to dragons.

The noblest blood master.

Say ‘princess’.

So this moment.

Wei Ling was speechless.

It wasn’t just because it was hard to deny Li Qingyu’s point that he was an incubator and mother of the dragon rather than a descendant of the dragon.

Eleventh, which has already exceeded its limits.

It doubles from there.

An enormous psionic storm raged around Li Qingyu.

It was freezing her who had inherited even a little bit of dragon blood. Of course, even that

Charlotte in the twelfth verse

can only be manifested by borrowing the power of spirit armor and resonating with numerous clans.

This is the reason why the gold dragon clan in the past was able to block and drive out the attack of Billy the Sword.

Since it is possible to recreate the cutting learning that the founder used, it is the highest level that is separately called dragon-making.

In other words, looking at Li Qingyu, who is already emitting an enormous amount of psionic power comparable to the seven dragons or sword masters of the distant past.

Wei Ling couldn’t help but groan involuntarily.

‘how…?’

It was also shocking that Li Qingyu had evolved into a single person.

But the shock I felt now was on a completely different level.

It is possible to forcibly agree that becoming a dragon on its own is possible for previous Princesses of the Golden Dragon, including Charlotte.

But other samurai too.

Without the power of a large scale jinbeop.

Her power, which realized the world-class state of the Twelve Seasons only through resonance with Mukryongdae.

More than anything else, she was still smiling calmly, not feeling burdened even though she was dealing with such enormous power.

It was to the point where I doubted whether this was actually true.

“…wrong.”

“What is wrong?”

“About what the princess said was just a vessel.”

Notwithstanding the grom.

Wei Ling objected.

“Princess, please don’t help yourself.”

“…”

“No matter what kind of being you were in your previous life and what kind of being you will be reincarnated as in the distant future. A princess is a princess.”

Why did the seven dragons give birth to the princess?

whoever her soul belongs to.

It does not change the fact that Li Qingyu is the one he has kept and loyal to all his life.

At the end of staring at Wei-Ling, who was suffering from an overwhelming psionic storm, but her eyes toward herself were unwavering.

Li Qingyu chuckled.

“It’s really the same, Chao, you.”

Unbecoming of the Black Dragon Clan, who always seeks calculations and is good at lying, he is upright and straightforward.

That’s why I look at the girl who reminds me of someone a little vaguely and a little longingly.

A girl who murmurs suddenly.

“Anyway, listening to Chao, I guess I was worrying for nothing.”

“Are you worrying about nothing?”

“yes. I was a little worried about whether I could be forgiven for what I was going to do from now on.”

“…?”

He said that thanks to his words, his heart became lighter.

To Wei Ling, who unknowingly blinks at her talking with a smile on her face.

Li Qingyu asked.

“Chao. Do you know why I can handle such an enormous amount of psionics now?”

“…I do not know.”

“It’s simple. It’s thanks to the swordsmith.”

That moment.

Wei Ling opened her eyes wide.

And involuntarily, he muttered as if moaning.

“The eighth dragon psionic…!”

“that’s right. The eighth dragon psionic that the swordsman possesses is itself the supreme blessing for us.”

The eighth dragon psionic is not just a powerful force or a pheromone that attracts princesses.

Give strength to Yonghwa.

It heals the main fire.

It even extends the shortened lifespan, etc.

Embracing countless mysteries and possibilities.

Therefore, the ultimate psionic that the seven dragons have been trying to find even while conquering and dominating the whole world in the distant past.

“And I spent more time with the swordsman than any other princess, and I fell in love several times.”

holding hands

match your lips

swallow that saliva

stroking the hair

Every time you blend your body into one.

Like water flowing from top to bottom, Limon’s dragon psionic flowed into her.

Compared to the princesses who used the Great Law of Yin-Yang Joy and actively resonated with each other, the energy was enormous, albeit less.

and heal the body.

or fight against strong enemies.

to mitigate the aftereffects.

Unlike the other princesses who exhausted the dragon psionic they received from him.

Li Qingyu cherished and collected them.

Even though she suffered from fever and body aches due to the accumulation of energy so great that even the princess’s body could not withstand it.

Steadily.

Step by step.

without stopping.

The amount of dragon psionics she has accumulated is now more than any other princess.

Even…

“The dragon psionic I received from the swordsmith is enough to give birth to a perfect dragon bowl unlike before.”

“…!”

That moment.

Wei Ling sighed.

It was the same with the members of the Mukryong Corps.

Originally, it was the reason why the seven princesses tried to get Limon even if they waged war against each other.

The long-cherished dream of the Seven Dragons for hundreds of years.

Dragon Resurrection.

The fact that it was possible was enough to send all members of the Seven Dragons into a turmoil, regardless of their clan or status.

“Now, if I die after laying eggs, the ancestor who received the blood and soul that he shared with me will be resurrected beyond hundreds of years.”

But the real culprit.

Li Qingyu was neither delighted nor thrilled at all.

Just like reading a manual.

while talking quietly

As if it suddenly came to mind.

I just tilted my head.

“By the way, do you know Chao?”

And…

so quiet.

soft curled lips.

“There are shortcuts to everything.”

“…?”

Woo woo woo.

“…!”

What does that mean?

what is the meaning of that smile

Wei Ling couldn’t ask.

A sudden pressure on the body.

The feeling that my heart is about to explode.

Most of all, the psionics that started running wild inside her body made her feel dizzy.

Just like the Mukryongdae, which knelt down with moans while resonating with Li Qingyu and psionics.

Li Qingyu had already reached the highest stage of the Twelve Days.

Her dragon psionics wriggled, and the huge current raged like a storm, absorbing their psionics.

No, it wasn’t just them.

Kururureung Kururureung!

the atmosphere shakes

The earth trembles.

The wind is blowing.

Darkness wriggles.

Literally everything everywhere.

All things in heaven and earth were oscillating around her, responding to the enormous psionic power.

『Formless Sword Witchcraft

سيف غير ملموس 絲術

A Thousand Swords

الف سيف

』

Did that enormous psionic storm make even the sword master feel a sense of crisis?

hiding until now.

A sword that moved only a few threads.

Even revealing his own position, the thousand strands of gift spread out in all directions like a net and shot at Li Qingyu at once.

The thousands of threads, each one unfolding in a completely different way, are truly the waves of death.

knock down the mountain

tearing up even the sea

It was a disaster that could kill a thousand masters at once.

However, Li Qingyu was neither afraid nor shaken in the face of such a disaster.

He just quietly closed his eyes and focused only on leading the pulsating dragon psionic.

And right at that moment.

There was a woman who stood in the way of such a girl instead.

“Aww! AAaaBrraaaa — CaaDAaBrAaaaa!”

Kwakwagwagwang!

Missiles and ray bullets entangled with hundreds of threads and exploded.

With the incantation, the ice wall and snowman soldiers that rose from the snowfield collapsed again along with hundreds of threads.

With his iron fist and armored feet, he struck at the tens of strands of silver that stretched out to the end.

He spreads his iron wings to block the gifts that have escaped even from that gap.

In terms of time, only a few seconds.

But a few seconds long like an eternity.

After a truly desperate struggle.

Even though the armor made of ancient spirits is tattered and the whole body, including the wings, is stabbed and cut and covered in blood.

The armored, half-human, half-bird, who had blocked all the thousand threads aiming at Li Qingyu in the end, grinned.

“Ha ha ha ha ha…. They said they lasted for 3 minutes…”

Puffed up.

Is it because I literally squeezed everything out?

like a rotten tree.

Yuna-kyung falls down.

The black man stretched out his gift again toward Li Qingyu, who had no one to protect him anymore.

But unfortunately.

he was too late

Before the gift of blackness stretched out again.

Because Li Qingyu was spreading a feast by mixing the dragon psionic that had already reached its peak with the energy he had received from Limon.

Among the seventy-two species, one of the two visions that are passed down only to princesses along with the Progenitors.

Originally, when the princess dies.

Because the dragon’s blood runs rampant and unfolds automatically, it can only be used once in a lifetime.

The Great Law of Divorce.

Among the seventy-two classes.

The most mysterious and enigmatic.

The moment when the science of dealing with the soul was forcibly unfolded by a huge psionic force.

『Seventy-two kinds of martial arts, thirteen sections, Choryonggi,

七十二種武流, 十三絶 Super Dragon 技

Wishinhyeonhyeon, Black Dragon Second Coming,

威神顯顯 黑龍再臨

』

The Russian Khanate barely regained its light as the Demon God disappeared… No.

from the eastern end to the western end.

all the sky in the whole world.

covered in dark clouds.