Reincarnated Swordmaster

From that day on, I've repeatedly trained myself to accept lightning bolts while operating a new cerebral dragon sword herb, and at the same time, I've worked on refining my sword more precisely. I have learned many swords, but I have never seen such extremes, so I am now more and more like a slave to them. Thanks to the powerful internal air, the power of the mandibular sword, and a few tricks, they are not defeated by the fiercest opponent, but they are also the reason for their relentless defeat.

Solitude was surprising on the day that training began for a month.

"What nonsense of internal medicine and stamina."

"Is that so?"

"I haven't seen enough breaks to date. I think it's because I switched my internal air to physical strength, but I can't see the limits at all..."

The admirable singularity said.

"But there are other traces of the Yupa on your sword. What the hell is that?"

"......"

"I need you to tell me that so I can slow you down faster."

I secretly contacted Lee Chung-un and consulted him using Sun-nyeo. Then Lee Chung Un said.

[It's okay to pass the mandibular blade to the executioner. I don't care if you tell me about the oceanography or the arm-wrestling.]

[Wouldn't singularity be a big variable later on?]

[My death sentence will never come to the world until it reaches its peak. And even if he does, he's absolutely on my side.]

[Umm... okay. Then why did you tell me not to give you Obsidian?]

[That's why... I'll let you know when I'm done training there. Anyway, I can't do Obsidian right now even if everything else is done.]

[Yes, sir.]

As Lee Chung Un advised, I told the Solitude about the mandibular blade I know. Then the singularity shocked me greatly.

"Oh, my God! This sword..."

He seems to recall the mystery while memorizing the herbs. Then he said in a suspicious voice.

"Why are you studying cerebral nephrectomy again after you've mastered this process?"

"Because the more you learn about various swords, the wider the lowlife becomes. And this is an outdoor dissection, no matter how much I like it, and I'm a brain nephrine."

The solitude was satisfied to see if I liked my answer.

"Fine. Then I'll see to your training." And intermittently, I want to know about the mandible blade. "

"Yes."

Boo Woong

Boeung

I have literally been practicing for almost three months since then. So far, I've been clinging to the repetition without any breaks, and I expected inspiration for the words that bloom in between. Another month later, the singularity said.

"Looks like there's enough brain accumulation now. However, it seems that the last step is not enough of the statue."

"The Statue?"

"I thought you said lightning was the idea. He is also a kind of spiritual feast and requires a strong mental strength. It's not just the notion, but the fact that you have to basically have a phantom guardsman that can transform into a lightning bolt."

The words of singularity that I explained lightly followed.

"What is Lightning? What are the most powerful spirits and brain methods in the world? You have to embody the strongest lightning bolt you can think of. But you lack enough insight into that."

"The ultimate lightning bolt..."

I pondered and said:

"Does that mean build confidence?"

"... or something like that. Just think about what a notion is."

Solitude clenched his fist tightly.

"You can do this if you increase your mind. It's like a drink."

Lardass!

At that moment, three or four large branches in the back of the solitude were all broken at once. It was because singularity created a large intangible fist with the will to exert pressure on space. He robs his hands and says,

"You can do it too. But when you fight with a skilled artisan, you don't use this kind of indirect attack technique very well, but you put your will into herbs and strengthen it. Why do you think?"

I answered calmly because I knew.

"It's because the mental power consumption of consciousness is too great. Resin does not fit just to exert mental strength (63907; )."

"Yes, that's the answer. Then why is it so consuming?"

"That's why it's so hard to interfere in this world with your mind. The original intangible fist doesn't exist in nature."

The singularity nods.

"So... in principle, is it hard to create lightning, a natural phenomenon that exists from the beginning?"

"......"

"So far, I've accumulated lightning bolts as part of my training with the new Braindragon Sword to lower the difficulty. In other words, realizing the notion of lightning has become easy. because the Qi is actually a mediator in the body."

He shines an eye.

"That is the pinnacle of cerebral nephropathy, the lightning landscape! The difficulty level has already been lowered due to the training of old mines. Therefore, unlike other feasts of conscience, there is no need to carefully restrain your power. Think of the most powerful brain method you can think of."

I learned what the problem was when I took the advice of solitude.

'Yes! I've been mistaken for another Memorial Festival and difficulty.'

Unlike other aerobic waves, four-legged birds, including cerebral nephrine, are aerobics based on natural guarding, the Hydrocephalus Wind (63817; Wind), and have trained natural guardians since the early stages. The master, who had trained for such a long time, was okay even if he had extremely high affinity for the Natural Guard. And that is why the feast of reckoning, which uses existing natural guardians as mediators, is only more powerful.

Just as a Blader throws a feast of mourning through a sword, a natural keeper is like a weapon to a master of the quartet!

I caught a hunch in the words of solitude and reduced the thunder's training by half from that day on and the rest of the time was locked in meditation. I had to think of the best lightning bolt in my mind, no matter what he said.

But I was frustrated because I couldn't feel it until two months later. Eventually, I asked Solitude.

"Something's not working."

"I can't help it. The lightning bolt doesn't go off like that overnight. It was only a matter of few to reach the full-growth cerebral nephropathy."

The singularity said so.

"If you feel bad, why don't you think about your experience with the strong? I wish I'd fought the best of the best."

"......!!"

"They also operate natural guardians."

I said something, and I slapped my knee.

"Thank you!"

Your experience with the master of the quarterback?

It's rotting away!

I have fought many battles with Hundred Cowmen, who are slaves to the spirit and the incarnation. I have also fought the reception several times. In addition, I have fought against sinusitis, Lee Kwang, etc. in the same brain stem. In addition, I've seen many of their cheerfuls and necessities when I was practicing eclipse under the bishops. I started to think about the combat experience I had with them.

And I thought about their herbal operations and their natural guardian expression.

'The ultimate lightning bolt... it must be enough to crush the other squadrons' natural keepers. '

Lightning begins to grow in my mind. It seems to have been in my mind for a long time, but I'm now growing in form. At the same time, I thought about the best masters I'd ever seen and whether I could beat them with my lightning bolt.

"......"

It's hard.

You can imagine it in the head of lightning to suppress the martyrdom of the spirituality or the occult, but it was hard to easily imagine how much the Catholic Church weighed, how much the martyrdom was, or how to break the mandate of the twelve verses. Even though I only imagined it, I dared to think of all the pores in my body and sweated.

The absolute landscape is the final landmark that can be reached as a human being.

Those who rise to that rank are already powerful enough not to have to mix their hands with the presence of thunder.

It's half-fresh.

I wish I didn't know, but I sighed because I've seen it with my own eyes several times. Can we really take them down with a brain aneurysm?

The only reason I didn't fall in love was because I had Lee Chung Un's cerebral soul. Cerebrospinal infarction was the best cerebral infarction that was never pushed before, and I also hope that one day it will reach cerebral infarction.

"Wait, but what is the best lightning bolt beyond the mind and soul?" '

I can't imagine.

Could there be a lightning bolt more powerful than its half-immortal state by brainwashing its entire body and attacking it? It was troublesome because Lee Chung Un thought it would be possible to pierce even the weight of the mandarin.

I eventually stopped thinking and trained the lightning machine. When my head hurts too much, I feel a little better when I move my body.

It's been three months again. Then the singularity said.

"Thank you."

"Yes?"

"Thanks to you, I've taken my chances with an oyster sword and an ax sword."

"......"

I need to get the lightning bolt. Why does my intoxication grow first?

I was amazed at myself as I felt the envy of my solitude rising. It's because no matter how difficult the landscape is, it is a talent that is falling behind. But I soon got my mind together and focused on my training again.

Yeah, you knew all along, didn't you?

My talents are at the bottom. No matter how high it gets, there are very few misunderstandings that support it. That's why we can't get up there easily just because we get a little trick. So I have no choice but to grip and train my teeth again.

'Let's take a step.'

I need to be stronger. That way we can prevent our colleagues from dying unfairly. And you can destroy the fate of this desperate world by reducing the number of previous lives.

"......"

When I swing my sword, I think about it.

Maybe it wasn't my job to save the world from the beginning. There may be someone better suited than me. I know I'm just trying to get myself killed. It may be better to live comfortably and die in the tranquility of your past life.

But what's the point of handing my work over to someone else now? It really makes the death of the colleagues who have sacrificed for me meaningless. I may not be talented, but I'm not that pathetic.

I can't cry. If I cry, it's over. Talent, looks and intelligence do not support anything, but I have been through this world with only one tenacity like grassroots.

I fell in the fields of the mountains in sweat and looked up at the sky.

"I can't throw this away."

Proof that I'm me.

Endurance and Effort.

The world is never going to solve itself - but I have to do it anyway. What am I supposed to do if I have nothing and no guts? How can you survive in this harsh world?

I will never give up, as long as I live, even for a single moment. No matter how tenacious I am, no matter how insignificant my efforts may be in front of my talent, I will never kneel.

He gets up again and accumulates the phantom limb and becomes obsessed with the mind.

Lightning.

Rise.

Give me courage.

I wonder if he trained again for a couple of months.

The singularity seemed uncomfortable.

"That's strange. I thought you'd get a lightning bolt for this... Are you still condensing lightning inside?"

"......"

"I don't know. Looks like I've already crossed the line I can teach you. But I will continue to help you if you don't give up."

The word singularity means that he also almost gave up. You might have been disappointed in me if you expected to reach the mines because you're still a servant's disciple. In a situation like this, normal people will give up because their mental strength will eat away at them.

Still, I shut up and quietly focused on my training.

Because whining doesn't make it any better.

"... Rise."

Lightning.

Rise.

I give you courage.

I thought about it every day like a spell and thought about lightning. I thought about the world that enters all of my vision, the giant lightning that burns the wilderness, and the lightning that pierces the gills. Either way, they failed to make the statue of the lightning bolt and disappeared in a moment.

I could barely tell when I was building a landmine so repeatedly.

'Cause I don't think I can win.'

No matter how powerful a lightning bolt may seem, you cannot imagine that you will ever cross because you have always seen the wall of the Underworld. Therefore, the imagination is not the strongest, so it cannot be completed with lightning in me.

Desire is the imagination, but also the power of the mind.

If my heart can't break the wall, it can never form.

So, can we imagine a cerebral soul?

However, that brainstorming has significantly surpassed the capacity of the monumental seasons available to me. Since it is the strongest form of cerebral nephrine, it will only be possible to implement dozens of high-end awards accordingly. Exceeding the capacity of the Feast of Tabernacles, the brain explodes and destroys itself.

Because there was no way I could do it, I repeated my daily training and falling asleep.

Then one day, she appeared in a dream.

[Speaker.]

She held a sword in her chest and looked at me.

[Are you training the sword to subdue the Horseman?]

I wondered why she asked me so many questions. But first, I decided to answer wholeheartedly.

[No.]

Then?

[To get rid of God and overcome the fate of this world.]

[......]

[To survive. In a world where even the soul cannot be saved.]

When I spoke voluntarily, she said.

[You don't have the skills, but you dream big.]

[I hear it all the time.]

[I've been watching you for a long time, but you're too shy to answer.]

She said that slowly.

[Softener, your sword speaks.]

Yes?

[I'll give you a chance to hear the sword's voice.]

Suzus

The image of Dongbin gradually began to disappear. I realized that she was trying to convey memories to me through a dream. But I didn't understand, so I shouted to her.

[Wait! Don't you hate to be involved with speakers or the world? Why are you suddenly...]

[......]

I didn't hear her answer. And I woke up from a dream.

"Mmmm!"

When I woke up from my dream, I could see a total of 96 seconds of swordsmanship passing by like a vision.

Cough

I clenched my fist and recalled the vision in my mind. At the same time, I felt the tingling of my hands and the distension of my senses.

Blah!

Something explodes in my head. At the same time, a huge impact seemed to strike the inside, just as a feverish sword fell into the crown. At the same time, I started to unfold like a marble instead of a mad slow sword.

[Do you want lightning?]

Dongbin's voice sounded like a hallucination.

[What can I do with this sword with that vain lightning!!]

Fabababad

Strangely, I didn't think to open even one of the 96 seconds of vinegar. It must have been a powerful sword, but I felt a more obsessive notion that I should open the sword of the nephrine rather than the sword itself. I linked the vinegar in the hallway, and suddenly the time seemed to slow down.

The Sword Pole dances.

I sing.

"......!!"

I can't explain it, but my heart is pounding. And I became one with my sword swinging my chest naturally no more. Otherwise, I could not overcome the visions engraved on the 96-second sword that Dongbin gave me.

Is there such a sword in the world?

I even felt as if I was fighting the Grand Sword with a cerebral neophyseal.

In fact, it is unlikely, but it seems like she is being treated as a courtesy.

The sun is intersecting, as the canal melts, and the sea is melted. I can't beat any sword I know of. The muscle in your arm seemed to be numb, but I did everything I could to survive the sword to process it.

After that fierce sword, I lay in bed. Then I looked up at the starry sky and muttered.

"Let's start from the beginning."

And for another half year I hung myself in training. But this time, I didn't think of lightning, I just sharpened the basics of my sword. Also, not a single herb of 96 seconds was spread. - It didn't open.

I sweat and sweat.

Every day, I thought of the role of the tombstone, and I refined each of the tombstones more precisely. I continued to study and study what was lacking in me. Meanwhile, the inner lightning was growing naturally.

Lightning.

Sink.

"You are in me."

I muttered as I scrunched through the cerebral biopsy herbs. It looked like it had been opened thousands of times, but it was new every time it opened. What I thought I knew was the process of continuing to realize that I didn't know anything.

Then one day, I went to the singularity and asked for a duel.

Blah!!

"Huff!!"

The singularity was startled and retreated. One minute I'm misjudging my range of attack and my upper torso is in the veil.

It was obvious, but it was avoided by a thousand strokes. He said, loosening his sword.

"You've done it."

"Yes."

I nodded. Like he said, my sword was full of brainpower, and this was the lightning bolt. I learned it naturally while I was training. The singularity seemed to impress me.

"Has the inner lightning grown?"

"No, it didn't matter."

"What?"

The singularity was confusing, but I answered decisively.

"I just heard the sword."

I've been mistaken so far.

I was only thinking about the brain power of the natural system because I thought I could just shoot lightning from the sword. However, the moment I received 96 seconds to compare the sword to the sword in my cerebral cortex, I was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

The sword was so perfect.

To the extent that it may be equal or greater than the Longevity Monk's polar mandibular sword!

The sword of Doomsday, which was forever free, powerful and dominates the whole sky!

Only the defeated king seemed to be able to swing.

I was frustrated with its completeness, so I felt even a fear that I would forget all about the encephalocele. And to find out if the sword in the brain nephrine really sucked, I carefully revisited what I had learned so far and held the basics for half a year.

As a result, it was not. The Nephrine blade had the potential to reach the sword. However, I had not yet completed the basics of all swordsmanship, so I was shattering my potential. I was out of the Royal Road to create lightning out of my mind.

And the moment I realized my stupidity, it was mine to lighten naturally. It's because I realized that my sword and my brain stem are one and the same without having to think about powerful lightning.

I am confident that the sword itself will reach heaven without having to think of lightning that will destroy everything right away! That was the driving force that gave me the quest.

"......"

"That's what happened."

"The realization of swordsmanship overwhelms the lightning... an idea I had never imagined. Comparison teaches us of our shortcomings... but for that to be possible, it's literally the most extraterrestrial..."

The singularity was dazed by my explanation, and I opened my mouth.

"That 96 seconds... can you open it?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I forgot. I couldn't remember anything after I got my first day."

I said bitterly. She probably did it on purpose.

Then the singularity sighed.

"Huh! It's... if you say so, it's inevitably the blunt swordsmanship of the sword girl."

"Yes?"

"I'm sure. I saw it in the brain aneurysm records."

My lips and voice were trembling.

"The invincible sword that was already the most praised in the history of the Jungle Jungle. I have no choice but to feel inadequate as the sword was compared to the cerebral cortex."

"......!!"

"Haha! The sword line compares the Slow Sword to the Nephrine Sword, giving you an epiphany." You're arrogant, but you don't like it. I have no choice but to accept the slow sword... "

The singularity seemed to pass by with a chuckle.

But I questioned my inner self.

Then why? '

According to Solitude, the slow sword was the strongest sword in the Middle East during the reign of the kingdom. And I was inspired by incomplete blunt swords.

She has also mastered such slow swords with extreme fervor. Then, why did the cheeky sword that Dongbin passed on to me as a softener become shameless?

What difference does it make if there are herbs?

Why did she remove herbs when she developed the Slow Sword?

'I think Lee Chung said the same thing.'

The masters of the Grand Territory know the difference, don't they?

The solitude called me while I was thinking.

"It's been a long time since I started training. Rest well today and go back tomorrow."

Of course, I'm not too tired, so I can go back to the anthem right now.

However, I nodded my head because I realized that the singularity had something to say to the posterity of the same brain kidney.

"Yes."