Return of Mount Hua Sect

Volcanoes don't disappear. (4)

"Elder, the death penalty will win?"

In response to the question he carefully turned to himself, Sima Seung clenched his lip. His lips were torn apart, and a stream of blood gushed out.

"Will you win?"

It's an absurd question.

"You have to win no matter what."

If we don't break the wings of that monster here today, that monster will one day soar into the sky.

Once a monster ascends to the sky, it cannot be caught by any means possible.

From that moment on, the monster ceases to be a monster and becomes a dragon.

Maybe this is your last chance.

It may be the worst situation, but Sima Monk has not yet given up hope.

'It would be possible if it was Jin Geumryong.'

Although they are the same great disciple, Jin Geum-ryong is a different being from others. Jin Geum-ryong's ability is comparable to that of Jong-nam's great disciple.

Although he spoke harshly and coldly, in fact, with a little luck, it would be no wonder that one day he would become the number one person in the world, Jin Geumryong.

In other words?

If Jin Geum-ryong can't stop it, it means that at that age, no matter who in the world comes, Qingming cannot be stopped. In other words, if Qingming defeats Jin Geumryong here now, Qingming will of course take the place of the first person in the world in the future.

That alone is unacceptable.

'I should have stopped breathing sooner.'

He wasn't going to hide his face. Even if it was criticized by Kang-ho, the volcano should have been completely annihilated. This is the result of not stopping that tough breath.

'Damn volcanic bastards!'

Blood stood in the monk's eyes.

The history of filth will never be made in this place today.

never!

At that moment, Jin Geum-ryong's sword began to bloom like a fantasy. Sima Seung clenched his fists as he watched the tale of ten transplants unfolding close to perfection.

'Your sword will stop you from breathing!'

Cheongmyeong looked at the sword flying towards him silently.

'It's similar.'

One of the exteriors was copied really nicely.

that splendor.

The beauty of a single flower, as if it were alive and breathing. And the sharpest and fatal blow hidden in its beauty.

Truly the twenty-four plum blossoms.

It is different from the Twelfth Ceremony of Sulwhasoo that Lee Song-baek performed the other day. If Lee Song-baek's sword was just an imitation of a plum blossom, Jin Geum-ryong's Twelfth Ceremony showed sophistication that even the Qing Ming could admire.

Any person would have no choice but to lose his mind in front of such a fantastic sword.

But.

The person in front of Jin Geum-ryong now was Qing-myeong.

Avoid flying swords.

swoosh.

Jin Geum-ryong's sword cuts off the hem of his robe.

swoosh.

The ends of his hair are cut off and blown into the air.

swoosh.

Soon, Jin Geum-ryong's sword lightly brushed past Cheong-myeong's face. A red line appears, and a drop of blood runs down his face.

Qingming took a step back and lifted his finger, wiping the dripping blood and licking it with his tongue. it's bittersweet

"You wouldn't be able to defeat me just by running away like that."

At Jin Geum-ryong's provocation, Cheong-myeong just looked at him without saying a word.

A certain amount of peace returned to Jin Geum-ryong's eyes.

"Once upon a time, your volcano made a name for itself with a sword resembling a flower?"

“……”

"But that is the past. Now even your symbols will be buried in Jongnam's new sword. The world will remember Jongnam's tales and tales and forget the volcano's sword."

Qingming listened to those words silently without answering.

"It is said that Jong-nam's ancestors invented this sword to show that Jong-nam's sword is superior to the volcanic sword no matter what form it takes. I honestly don't think it's very meaningful. What does it mean to prove superiority? Dan!"

Jin Geum-ryong said in a cold voice.

"It must be meaningful that this sword is the one that cuts off the last breath of the volcano. Come on. I will cut off your last regrets."

It was arrogant enough, but above all, it was a poignant talk.

However, the reaction of Cheong-myeong who heard all these words was completely different from what Jin Geum-ryong expected.

" ."

"...?"

Qingming covered his mouth. Then he started laughing like a convulsive.

"...what were you doing?"

Cheongmyung, who had been holding back his laughter, bowed his head and waved his hand after a while.

"No, no. No matter how hard I try, I can't take it anymore."

Cheongmyeong smiles, revealing her white teeth. And he aimed precisely at the golden dragon holding the sword.

"I saw it well. My impression is... well, it's like a clown."

"clown?"

"Yes. I've seen the clumsy mimicry well. If that's enough, I can go anywhere and perform."

Jin Geum-ryong's face contorted. He grinded his teeth, his forehead and wrinkles all over his forehead.

“Dare you… compare my sword to clown play?”

"Oh, I hope you don't get me wrong. It's not like I'm ignoring that. Rather, I'm ignoring that... that swordsmanship? Or is it the slave man who invented that swordsmanship?"

Jin Geum-ryong glared at Cheong-myeong with a terrifying face. Nevertheless, Cheong-myeong spoke calmly, without any shaking.

"You don't have to stare at me with that face. I'm going to give you a present. I'll fill the void in that sword."

"...it would be better not to think about returning that body intact."

"I don't think that's what the person who used to only use salted herbs would say."

Jin Geum-ryong is startled.

The Twelfth Ceremony of Sulwhasoo is splendid. Therefore, even the opponent cannot properly distinguish the thread from the false hidden inside the sword. So, wouldn't it have been impossible to distinguish between weeds and weeds?

Jin Geumryong gave strength to his hand holding the sword.

it's probably good After all, Qing Myung cannot survive in this unarmed state. And Hwasan would not dare to ask Jin Geum-ryong the price. In order to do that, you will have to deal with the entire jong-nam.

In the end, it is power that dominates the stronghold.

The weak can appeal to injustice, but the strong cannot be punished. It is an absolute law that has not changed since Kangho was born.

"you……."

However, Qingming cuts Jin Geum-ryong's words ferociously.

"I'm going to ask you one thing."

It was an unfamiliar tone of voice.

"What the hell is in that sword?"

"...what does that mean?"

"No. That's it."

Qingming shook his head.

that doesn't mean anything.

Cheongmyung, who had suppressed his true intention to rise slightly, opened his mouth with a smirk. In a loud voice, as if everyone wanted to hear it.

"It's pretty good, but that's not enough. The volcanic sword is faster, sharper, and more flashy."

Everyone must have heard this now.

that's it

with this... … .

The servant boy cannot escape the curse.

"The clothes are alive."

“If there is a way to kill only the mouth, please let me know.

"this……."

Jin Geum-ryong moved his sword as if it was useless to mix any more words. It means that I will show you with a sword, not with words.

one song.

one more song.

His sword is splendid and swiftly travels around the world. The energy emanating from the sword begins to form the most vivid flower patterns.

one song.

And one more song.

Soon, the flowers created by Jin Geum-ryong began to cover the unarmed.

Absolutely beautiful, but utterly dangerous.

'You will die by this sword!'

Twelfth Sulwhasoo.

Even the Jin Geum-ryong that unfolded was the herbivore of the perfect fairy tale heaven.

The flowers that dyed the world white begin to wrap around him as if they are about to rip Cheong-myung's body to pieces.

"My wife, Cheong Myung-ah!"

Screams erupt from everywhere.

The disciples of the volcano, who had been looking at the unarmed as if possessed until now, jumped up from their seats all at once.

they will know

How dangerous is that sword. And how awesome.

You don't even need to feel the realm. Just looking at it with your own eyes makes your whole body goosebumps and your heart thumps.

Cheongmyeong, who has never given them anxiety until now, seems unable to survive in that nonsensical sword change.

Unknowingly, Yoon Jong put his hands together in front of his chest.

'Heavenly God!'

Jin Geum-ryong's sword was so sharp and fierce that I had to worry about that monster-like Cheong-Myeong. It seemed that no one in the world would dare to survive in that storm of snowflakes.

Even the great disciple Lee and Baekcheon looked at Cheongmyeong while screaming.

But only one.

Yu Seol-man only bit his lip, but looked at the scene without much fuss. However, a single question crossed her eyes.

'That's... … ?'

A sight that seems to have been seen somewhere. Perhaps it is a sight that can be said to be familiar. I've seen it before and I've seen it recently. But… … .

'different.'

Something is different.

That sword is not so different from the one she knew. However, it does not give the same impression that the soul is sucked in when you see the sword of clarity.

What's different?

Her gaze turned to Qingming.

The kid will tell you what's different.

with that sword.

Cheongmyung made a subtle expression as he watched the waves of flowers flying towards him.

'This is another different experience.'

It feels a little different from when I was working with the death penalty. Because it's rare to feel real life against the death penalty.

'The magicians who were dealing with the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Swordsmanship must have felt this way.'

It's a little different, though.

However, Qingming felt no threat or any pressure from the sword that was now flying towards him.

because?

'Because it's just a shell.'

Exactly, it is a failed sword.

It starts with black wine, goes to the law, and ascends to the rite, and reaches learning. And the sword that goes further from there is the law that finally completes the Way.

But this sword contains nothing.

Alcohol and law exist in this shell-only sword, but there are no rituals and cranes. You can never get to the point like this.

This sword in front of me is nothing more than a copy of the volcanic swordsmanship shell. It's a shell that doesn't even have any kernels.

And this started from a long and long misunderstanding.

'Is the plum blossom sword the sword that makes flowers bloom?'

That's wrong in two ways.

First.

The sword of clarity begins to move slowly.

The disciples of Hwasan recognized that the sword that Qingming opened was the flagging ceremony of the Seven Eagles sword.

'Seven Horseswords?'

They all know that the Seven Falcons are the great swords that Volcano has recovered.

However, the Seven-Magic Sword seemed too weak to deal with the unidentified sword of that Jong-nam.

At that time, Cheongmyung mumbled softly as if talking to himself.

"It's not just the plum blossom sword technique that can make flowers bloom."

Flowers do not only bloom in dense forests.

Even a single plum tree standing alone on a steep cliff can make flowers bloom.

Whether it’s the plum sword technique or the chile plum sword technique, if the person holding the sword is a disciple of the volcano, it doesn’t matter what sword technique is.

just… … .

Eventually, a quaint flower bloomed from the tip of the sword of Qingming.

A single red flower blooms amidst the pure white swords of the twelve tales that seem to color the world white.

It looked like a single snow plum blooming in the snowy mountains of the long winter.

Snow plum blossoms alone in winter when all flowers are dark, but it gives off a stronger fragrance than any other flower.

The single plum blossomed by Qingming gradually multiplied, and soon covered the entire unarmed in the shape of a red plum, like a snow plum blossoming on a snow-capped volcanic peak.

Everyone watching was stunned.

It was too beautiful to be called a sword, and too majestic to be a human-made scene.

'This is a fantasy.'

time stops

And in the frozen time, only the plum blossoms were oozing out with a scent so strong that I almost closed my eyes.

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