Return of Mount Hua Sect

The volcanic sword is strong. (4)

"I think there will be a match!"

"Oh my God. Volcanoes and shamans!"

All those who watched the situation inside over the collapsed wall swallowed dry saliva.

"Wow, it's dangerous. Maybe we should back off."

"Where can I get a spectacle like this! It's a spectacle I'll never see in my life in Namyeong. Even if I die, I'll have to watch it!"

"It is, but..."

Concerns and expectations intersect. But no one stepped back.

It was a big event that I would like to see once in my lifetime.

Especially in places like Namyoung, where no major events are taking place. Most of them looked at the event with the shaman as the center, but there were also quite a few people who supported the volcano.

There are many people who have never heard of the name of a volcano in any other place, but this is Namyeong. Hwayeongmun is the place where Hwayeongmun has stood for 100 years.

Hwayeongmun has melted into Namyoung and has been breathing with them. Namyeong people tend to have a good feeling for the volcano because they proudly proclaimed that it is a volcano.

This is the reason why the Mu factions are creating sects and establishing sects in the world.

There is a limit to what the main mountains located in the deep mountains such as volcanoes and shamans can do. However, if the disciples spread across the world, claiming to be their own family, and setting up military officers, their influence is bound to spread throughout the world.

"Can a volcano win?"

"Ah, I'm still a shaman!"

"Why? Last time, I heard that the volcano gave shame to the last man once."

"Is Jongnam and a shaman the same? It's a shaman, a shaman!"

"Shh! Quiet!"

Hearing the roaring voices, Jogeul took a low, deep breath.

In front of him are the disciples of the shaman in black coats.

'Can I?'

If it had been him before, he wouldn't have been convinced. It has been a long time since he entered the volcano and learned martial arts, but he could never trust himself as a warrior.

But now?

'If you can't win, that's more of a problem.'

One thing can be certain.

Most of those holding the sword must have been trying to improve their skills over the past two years.

However, none of them have practiced as viciously as the second and third great disciples of Hwasan.

'It was terrifying.'

Behind him is Asura.

The most terrible thing about Cheongmyeong is that it has many forms.

At some moments, he really has no Asura, at other times he discusses the sword like an accomplished monk, and at other times he becomes a wise man who knows all the knowledge in the world, and then turns into a fool in an instant.

And Qingming drove them by using all of them at the same time.

burrr.

When I think of the past two years, my body trembles. Jo Girl thought that if she could become strong, she would be able to withstand the tough training, but just two months after the end of the Hwajong branch, the decision was blown away by the blowing spring wind.

It was never easy for him to tear down everything he had and build it up again. This was done after the Qingming had finished blowing bubbles in his mouth.

All that time is now piled up on Jo-Gul's body and his sword.

He quietly raised his head and looked at the shaman's swordsman.

'Be confident.'

In the past, I thought that self-confidence was the heart of believing in yourself. But now I know. If you don't have the skills, that's just a baseless bluff.

Confidence builds with time. If he believes in what he has done and believes in his own efforts, he will not have to be bluffed, but will inevitably overflow with confidence.

"Is it one-on-one?"

Jo-Gul's lips twisted slightly.

'It is the pride of a prestigious class.'

Four people come from this side, and four people come from that side. It must have been said that we should stick together as a group without rules, but naturally, such a form was established.

Is this a will to keep the agreement and compete fairly? or not… … .

'It doesn't matter.'

It's okay to ignore it, and it's okay to laugh at it. Now even Jo-Gal knows that it means nothing. In the end, what matters is skill.

surreung.

The swordsman of the shaman standing in front of him draws his sword. And pointed the sword at Jo-Gal.

He kept smiling as he watched it.

When Jo Geul can't hold back her laughter, the swordsman of a shaman wearing a conduit frowns.

"Are you laughing at me now?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. It's not like that..."

Jo-Geul said with a face still unable to hold back her laughter.

"Isn't there such a thing? Something that makes you laugh because you're so proud of your achievements. It has nothing to do with that."

"...Gwang-oh-ha."

Maybe it is.

his body shakes

The strength in Jo-Gul's hand, holding the sword, goes into his hands.

'This is what it looks like.'

Able to know.

The author you see in front of you is no match for Jo Girl. The posture with the sword, the energy felt in the body, and the overall balance. There are so many things I want to point out that my mouth is itching.

If he's looking at interest, how messed up is Qingming when he sees them?

'So I won't stop nagging.'

"The shaman's vacuum."

"It's a volcanic jogger."

this isn't a broom Any further conversation will only get in the way.

Jo Geul quietly took the ceremony. Maybe it's because of his pride, so he probably won't attack in the first place. Then you should go from this side.

Strength gathers in his toes.

Jo-Gul did not go against the power and naturally ran forward. He thought his sword was trembling, and then he made numerous swordsmanships.

fast. slow. flamboyant and violent

Numerous sword shapes were mixed up, and it was almost impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.

change and welcome.

The splendid blade that is the basis of volcanic swordsmanship was revealed at the tip of Jo-Gul's sword.

"What!"

And for a moment, the shaman's disciple panics and retreats.

'That's not the right answer.'

When you step back, the change only deepens. Perhaps the author has never dealt with a sword like this.

The shaman's disciple, who bit his lip, finally begins to open his sword.

soft lines. smooth movement.

It's a witch's sword

This is the first time Jo-Gul has ever experienced a shaman's sword. However, Jo Girl did not panic at all and pressed the opponent in front of him.

'Someone like a monster.'

-It's not a big deal to say that he has to go through a lot of practice. That doesn't mean to be improvising or not to be nervous. That means you have to go through more and know more. Even if it's the same sword, it's bound to be divided into many different types depending on what kind of swordsmanship it is. The volcanic sword is splendid, the sword of the genus is serious, the sword of the fortune teller is swift, and the sword of the shaman is soft.

- So he's saying he needs to go through a lot of real-world combat?

- no. The death penalty doesn't have to. because I am If you get hit with a variety of different swords, you will naturally get used to it. So today, let's start with being gently beaten with a shaman's sword.

- … … Why do you have to be beaten?

I didn't get an answer to the last question, but somehow that sword had already been suffered through my body.

'even… … .'

Compared to the softness shown by the sword of clarity, it was not even a soft sword. The shaman's sword that Qingming showed off was several times higher in perfection. Jo-Geul, who has been dealing with such a sword, has no reason to be embarrassed by the shaman's sword.

Jogirl's sword increases speed.

faster. More gorgeous!

A shaman's black latecomer. It is a method of subduing the opponent's sword by receiving the sword with immobility without rushing.

The shaman ascended the throne with this sword.

How to deal with that sword?

- The way freeze to die. If there's a guy who can block things quickly, it's enough to shove it in faster! Everything in the world is relative! Water puts out a fire, but in front of a bigger fire it evaporates and flies away.

Paaaah!

Jo-Gal's sword rips through the air.

The sword that penetrates so quickly does not even give a chance for the opponent's sword to be swung.

'Slow!'

slow burst

Not to mention the blue. The swordsmanship of the death penalty is also twice as fast. And the sword of the privates is faster than that.

Is it because of the different nature of the sword?

you're welcome.

The nature may be different, but the basics cannot be hidden. Joe Girl unwittingly raised the corners of his mouth.

'I am strong.'

Even that shaman's sword is powerless in front of Jo-Gul.

on his body, and on his sword.

The years spent with Cheongmyeong are piled up.

Seeing the face of a shaman swordsman who couldn't handle his embarrassment, Jo-Geul swung her sword again.

Evolution (眞和), who was facing Yoon Jong next to him, was equally embarrassed.

'Hey, I can't do this!'

Evolution's face contorted miserably.

'My, I am a volcano bastard!'

It's not enough to just say it's a volcano.

As far as he knew, the disciple of the volcano who was dealing with him now had a lower share than him. He is the second disciple of the shaman, but the guy named Yoon Jong in front of him now is the third disciple of Hwasan.

But now, Jinhwa had already suffered several cuts by Yoonjong's sword.

"Eww!"

Unbearable anger flows out of his mouth.

"This can't be!"

Anger blurs the tip of a sword.

A weak gap was created in the sword of evolution that had been inexorable.

And Yoon Jong did not miss the gap.

Lovely liquid!

Yoon Jong's sword, which came in momentarily, attacks the gap between herbivores and herbivores.

Kakang!

The shaman's sword starts by gently passing over the opponent's sword. In other words, if you fail in that gentle acceptance, you can't start anything.

The sword of Yoon Jong, who disturbed the opponent's balance, again erupts into dozens of sword spirits, aiming at the whole body of evolution.

A very flashy sword that is a mixture of vain and false grass.

"profit!"

Evolution desperately swung his sword, but he couldn't stop the cuts all over his body again.

And in the meantime, I saw evolution.

Dozens of swordsmen aiming at him in a flashy and swift manner, after that!

The eyes of Yoon Jong, who were sinking too cold.

'how?'

The sword was so sharp and fierce, but Yoon Jong, who wielded it, maintained a terrifying level of composure.

"I, I am the disciple of the shaman!"

Evolution shouts in a convulsive manner and throws herself into the pouring sword spirit. I am determined to hit the bones even if I give away my flesh!

However, Yoon Jong took a step back without any panic.

exactly one step.

That distance is enough.

His sword, which had been fluttering, gently fell down. Like a plum that slowly fell to the floor, his sword sank down on the shoulder of evolution.

Whoa!

His shoulders are long split, and blood spurts out.

visor!

Evolution's sword fell to the floor and his face filled with astonishment.

"you……."

Yoon-jong opened his mouth softly toward evolution, who did not understand this situation at all and looked at himself.

"The sword of Dou wasn't bad."

but.

"The time you and I spent is just so different."

“……”

"Get away."

Grabbing his blood-gushing shoulders, evolution staggers back and forth. Seeing the scene, Yoonjong shrugged his shoulders.

'this… … I've become too strong.'

His gaze turns to the back without knowing it. Yoon-jong, who made eye contact with Cheong-myeong, who was watching him from behind, squinted and quickly turned his head back.

Seeing his displeased eyes, he seems to have to listen to nagging again later.

But I can't feel bad.

Yoonjong muttered quietly.

"The volcanic sword is strong."

Now is the time not only for them, but for the whole world to know that fact.

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