Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 133

The volcanic sword is strong. (5)

"Uh... Uh... Uh..."

Wiripsan's eyes widened as if it could fit into a fist.

"Oh, no. I... Huh?"

Obviously, I watched it with my own two eyes from start to finish. However, his head could not properly interpret the situation he had seen with his eyes.

'Are you winning?'

No, to be precise, it's overwhelming.

The disciples of the volcano were pushing the disciples of the shaman, who seemed terrifying at first glance.

Wei Lie Shan couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

Where is the shaman?

This place is called the northern tip of the river. There are many checkpoints in the world, but no one hesitates to put a shaman in the first place.

If there is any place that can be compared, it is only about Namgungse.

However, the disciples of the shaman are now being pushed by the disciples of Hwasan.

"Can't this be?"

Hwayeongmun is the inner song of the volcano.

Wiripsan is a person who has infinite pride in being a disciple of Hwasan. But isn't his pride his pride and his reality is reality?

Just because he is a man who is proud of his father, he does not say that his father is greater than the general or Tassa. Kindness and ability are two different things.

Wiripsan's feelings for the volcano were like that.

He knows that he is a fallen clan, but he can't just cut off his bond with the volcano.

But the fallen clan is now fighting to protect him. And he's even winning.

Wei Lie San raised his hand and grabbed his chest.

I feel something throbbing.

"Oh, Dad."

"okay."

Wisohaeng also looked back at Wiripsan with trembling eyes.

"You're strong."

What more can be said?

More excitement... … .

crooked.

“……”

Wiripsan's head turns slowly.

A figure of Cheong-myeong, who was sitting on the floor without a haircut, was blowing with a bottle of alcohol that he did not know when he brought it, came in.

“……”

"Great!"

As if he felt his gaze, he slightly tilted his head to look at Wirip Mountain.

"Would you like a drink?"

“……”

The volcano has changed.

The disciples became stronger than ever… … .

'Some are crazy.'

Back in the day, neither was there.

It was Wiripsan that had no choice but to seriously contemplate which one is better, not having both or having both.

Oh no. Now is not the time to think about these things!

"The dojang is now fighting the death penalty and the privates, is the alcohol going over?"

"Yes, alcohol."

"Oh yeah?"

Then what can you do... … . Oh, not this!

Seeing Wiripsan frowned in embarrassment, Cheongmyeong smiled.

“I’ve done something in the past, but if I lose to those kids, I have to pierce my nose in the water on the plate.”

"Yes?"

Wiripsan asked with a face that did not understand at all.

Instead of answering, Qingming just smiled. And I looked towards the yard where the battle was still taking place.

'Who taught me?'

have to be strong Because Chung Myung taught me directly.

arrogant?

you're welcome.

If you look around the world, there are only a few people who can teach them like the current Cheongmyeong. It is also something that Cheongmyeong acknowledges.

But it never happens that they teach disciples like Qingming. never!

Can you imagine how the best members of the sect kick off the second and third disciples and teach them one by one from the basics?

No matter where you look in the world, there is no such place.

Even if there are people who have the will to do so, if they actually try to teach the disciples, all the elders, starting with the elders, will run into a riot.

matter of course.

The strength of a clan is determined by how many masters it has, but the status of a clan is determined by how strong the highest number in the clan is.

Can't you see that as soon as Hwasan, who was always pushed and treated as a second person by the shaman, spit out the plum blossom zone, he held out a knife to the tip of the shaman's chin and smirked?

To that extent, the best of each clan put all their energy into cultivating and perfecting their own martial arts. And to prevent the severance of that realization, there are only a few immediate disciples.

But the name is different.

He has an understanding of muhak that goes beyond the top leaders of the Gakkun faction, and furthermore, there are times that they do not have.

And above all… … .

'It's important for me to be strong. But that's not all.'

Haven't you already felt it?

In a life in which he insisted on becoming strong alone, Cheong-myeong groaned at the result he never wanted to reach. The image of the executioners who died horribly still comes to him once in a dream to torment him.

Now I'll never see it like that.

That's not all. Volcanoes must also become stronger.

Thus, one day, when Qingming fully attains his ignorance and his executioners become stronger, Huashan will usher in a new era that has never come before.

crooked shape.

"Great!"

Cheongmyung, who drank a cool drink, wiped his lips with his sleeve and muttered.

"Jo-girl executed, three mistakes. No, four."

That was later.

Baek Cheon slowly turned his head to look at Jo-Geul. He clearly heard the murmur of Qingming behind him. There's no way Jo-Gal couldn't hear it.

You can see the face of the jogger wielding the sword is pale and tired.

'I must not make a mistake.'

Baek Cheon's gaze turned forward. Jinhyeon was staring at him with an even more determined face.

Baekcheon opened his mouth slowly.

"What are you doing?"

"……What?"

“You don’t look like a person with such a face, do you?”

Jinhyeon, understanding Baekcheon's words, bit his lip.

Then he swore softly.

"Help the executioners!"

"……execution?"

"What are you doing! Right now!"

"Yes!"

Those who guarded Jin-hyeon's back are scattered to support the executioners who are being pushed back.

Baekcheon glanced behind him and smiled.

"It's a sight I don't want to forget. It's said that the disciples of the shaman make a pincer attack to deal with the disciples of the volcano..."

“……”

Jinhyeon didn't respond and bit his lip.

'Damn it.'

Even if you win, you can't be proud. No, it's rather shameful. If it wasn't for a fight that had to be won, even if there was a loss, this number would not have been put.

"Isn't it fun?"

Jinhyun sighed deeply and opened his eyes slightly.

Seeing the anger and embarrassment disappearing from his face in an instant, Baek Chun nodded quietly.

'That's great.'

In terms of immobility, it far exceeds a hundred thousand. Baekcheon still can't control his emotions as much as he does.

But that's it.

Then Jinhyun opened his mouth.

"Can I ask you one?"

"Sure."

"...by what means did you become so strong?"

"It's not a particularly interesting question. The reason must not be simple. I practiced hard."

"You want to play with me now?"

Baek Chen shrugged his shoulders.

Even if I tell you the truth, I don't believe it, so what's the point? Of course, various modifiers such as enough to die in front of that hard work, enough to vomit, and enough to bleed are omitted, though.

'You can't even do it.'

That doesn't mean you have willpower.

It is only possible if there is someone who will bother you enough to think that if you give up or rebel, you would rather die.

When I think of the last training, without realizing it, the chill was spinning and my body was shaking.

"I think it's fine. Either way, it's true that you guys are strong. But one more thing."

Jinhyeon's face is slightly distorted. He had some control over his emotions, but it was as if he couldn't stand it.

"Why doesn't the author come forward? Are you ignoring the shaman now? Or is it that you want to keep an eye on that shoddy reputation?"

be the author

Baekcheon glanced back at Cheongmyeong, then smiled bitterly.

"You seem to be mistaken."

"……mistaken?"

"You can't pull that guy out with their skills. You have to raise a sword when the level is right."

Jinhyun's face is distorted.

"But don't be too mad. That's me too. Strange things happen once in the world, like a three-legged chicken or a two-tailed snake. Then it has three heads and six arms. Monsters with running monsters also appear."

"...Three-headed six ratio?"

"Don't worry. I'll play with you. Wouldn't a Hwajeong Sword be suitable for dealing with an incendiary sword?

"Aren't you the author's private residence?"

“It is a law that cannot cover strength by distribution.”

At one time, Baek Cheon was also obsessed with such things, though.

Being stronger than that now is a hundred times more important.

"I'm going to have to fight soon. Or that damn bastard will be furious again. But before that, I'd like to make a promise."

Baekcheon looked at Jinhyun quietly and said.

"If you lose this match, step back from Namyeong. And never touch the Hwayeongmun again. If you are someone who knows shame."

Jinhyun said with a hard face.

"If we lose, it will be for my honor."

"Okay then."

surreung.

Baekcheon drew his sword.

Jinhyeon slowly drew his sword and lifted it.

We had a common name and a few words of conversation, so we don't need any more. It just proves who is stronger with the sword.

"Taaah!"

Jinhyun rushed towards Baekcheon without hesitation.

'You must not give it a break.'

It wasn't just playing behind the scenes. Already he watched the death penalty fight. Their swords are frighteningly swift and flashy. If you give up your spirit, you are a latecomer and you may be hit without even trying to counterattack.

However, there was not even the slightest bit of agitation in Baekcheon's eyes as he saw Jinhyeon rushing at him.

'You'll find out again.'

This is how much the disciples of the volcano have been training with such a monster.

- Your head is empty! head! Sasuk lost twelve times today! uh? Do you have any hobbies? Are you going to do it again and again? OK. Let's keep it up until it's gone again today!

"Wow."

Recalling memories he didn't want to see even in his dreams, he sharpened his teeth and grabbed his sword.

And he ran to Jin-hyeon, who was rushing to him!

'A sword dragon?'

One of the best late indexes in the world?

Perhaps, without the Hwajong Branch, Jongnam's Jin Geum-ryong would have been listed in the Six Dragons. In other words, it means that Jinhyeon and Jin Geumryong are equally talented.

Baekcheon's eyes sink coldly.

Jinhyeon's sword, clad in a blue-colored sword, moves smoothly. It is a sight as if swinging a width of blue silk.

great strength.

And an unwavering sword.

It was a sword that could understand why Yija was praised by the world.

one and only

Hundreds of thousands of swords shake lightly.

Munchle.

A red plum blossomed from the tip of his sword.

'I smoked it.'

After driving and driving themselves, dismantling and dismantling each and every one of them.

Even at the tip of a hundred thousand swords, plum blossoms finally bloom.

The plum blossoms, which slowly bloomed, quickly multiply into dozens. As if the wind had blown from somewhere, the plum blossoms rose into the air and fluttered as rain of petals.

"Ah……."

Jinhyun opens his eyes.

He swung his sword desperately, albeit belatedly. A wave of deep blue black energy covered his whole body.

face break.

As if it were going to break, as if it was going to be cut off, it was a sword that continued uninterrupted.

However, it was impossible to block all the flying petals.

slurp.

The petals digging between the sword and the sword cut through Jin-hyeon's side for a long time.

"ね!"

At the same time, when the sword was disturbed, the petals flew towards Jinhyeon at once.

"Ah……."

The petals run across Jinhyun's body.