Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 137

My work starts now! (4)

The sword is struck.

Mujin reflexively rolled her body to the side.

Take off.

Meaning that a lazy donkey rolls the floor. He considers it supremely shameful that he rolls his body on the floor of uninhabited people who value face. But now Mujin had no time to think about that.

bang!

Soon there was an explosion from where he was, and the floor was hollow.

Mujin, who saw the power of it with his own eyes, hardened his face in an instant.

if right?

is instant death.

"Uh-huh? Avoid?"

Cheong-myeong, who created an article that punches a hole in the floor with a sword, is shaking and looking at Mu-jin.

Mujin bit his lip and jumped up from the floor.

And with a more cautious face, he stares at Cheongmyeong.

'strong.'

The hairs all over his body stand upright and his hair bones become brittle.

single blow.

It wasn't enough to guess the strength of the opponent with that single blow.

Perhaps the author is a formidable enemy that Mujin has never faced. Contrary to that playful attitude, his skills were definitely real.

I can't really understand why a person with such a talent would appear wearing a mask, etc., but I have to give up the heart of disrespecting others based on their appearance only... … .

Mujin bit his lip.

'Are you saying you're still thinking these stupid thoughts?'

it's not a rant

Disrespect is what the strong do to the weak. But now, he was clearly a 'weak' compared to that Cheongmyeong.

"Uhhhhhhhhh."

Mujin took a deep breath and stared at Cheongmyeong with his clear, sunken eyes.

"What are you twisting?"

“……”

This time, I heard something unexpected, but unlike a while ago, Mujin was not at all agitated and kept her immobility.

"What?"

Is a shaman still a shaman?

Cheongmyung smiled and walked towards Mujin.

Mujin's sword went up and down lightly in line with his shaking footsteps.

With the sound of a clear waterfall pouring down, the tip of his sword began to flutter blue.

It's called the blue sword.

It was a sword that was perfectly worthy of that nickname.

"Taaaah!"

Mujin exclaims and shakes his sword.

Poor Cheonggang (淸江不盡).

It was a sight as if dozens of blue silks were unfolding all at once. Even the disciples of the shaman, who already knew Mujin well and knew what Taecheong swords were, opened their mouths unknowingly at the great splendor.

Each and every one of them is a mask.

It is the unbreakable swordsmanship unique to the shaman. Unlike swords, which are usually drawn out briefly, several times the mental and internal strength is consumed in a single swordsmanship.

soft.

infinitely soft

But hidden in that softness is an irresistible strength. Truly the sword of the inner river.

"Huh?"

With a brief exclamation, Cheong-myeong rolled up the corners of his mouth and jumped between the dozens of silks flying towards him.

sassy.

As he stepped on the footsteps, his body seemed to be blurry, and then soared into the air.

Amhyangpyo (暗香飄).

The body of Cheong-myeong, who stepped out on the volcanic monogram, began to swim in the blue black energy that fell like plum blossom petals that quietly fell at night.

It was like a sight of a red butterfly fluttering over a raging waterfall.

Jinhyun's eyes widen.

The level is different.

Mujin's inaction, which he thought he knew well, far exceeded his expectations. And Cheong Myung's inaction against Mujin was not at the level he could have imagined.

'This is the master's bloody battle.'

Power enters the whole body.

The benefits of winning or losing have long since disappeared from the mind. I just want to watch this battle without missing a single moment.

Perhaps the thoughts of the other great disciples were also different, and he could not even hear the sound of breathing behind him.

Kaga Gak!

Waves of sword energy hitting the floor deeply rip apart the earth.

Who would have imagined that such a power lurked in those silky, silky waves?

Just rubbing it will crack the flesh and break the bones.

But what was even more remarkable was not Mujin, who spit out that kind of swordsmanship, but Cheongmyeong, who casually swam through the enormous wave of swordsmanship.

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute

The black energy barely passed through Cheongmyung's head.

Tadat.

Cheongmyung, who lifted his sword lightly and floated in the air, hurried toward Mujin, resisting the waves of swordsmanship.

Light action without harshness!

Even with a faint smile, he moves towards Mujin as if swimming in the air.

'It will be like this in no time!'

It is the sword of a familiar shaman he knows.

It seems that the name of the shaman three swords was not taken for granted.

But!

"That's not enough!"

That moment.

Lovely liquid!

Along with the sound of the wind, a new wave of swordsmanship came out toward the blue. It was an unprecedented speed.

But Qingming was not at all upset. The smile on his lips grew even deeper.

The blue light that gently stretched out the sword cut through the flying waves.

The waves of sword energy that came rushing in were cut by the sword of blueness and split left and right.

Cheongmyeong pierced his sword deep into the wave and the recoil lifted his body up into the air.

Paah!

The pouring wave and the composition of going through it collapses in an instant. Cheongmyeong, who lifted her body high, fell down in the moonlight.

Mujin's face hardened for an instant when he saw that.

"Taaaah!"

face break.

It is not easy to stop the continuous sword fighting. As long as Qingming is out of the realm of swordsmanship, his sword is just wasted and headed to the wrong place.

And thanks to that, a gap is revealed.

Cheongmyung turns to the moon and flies to Mujin.

"Ha!"

Go ahead, Mujin exclaimed and stretched out his left arm toward Cheongmyeong. A long, elongated energy, like a thorn, spurted toward the blue sky.

'Myeonjang (綿掌)!'

Jangbeop representing the shaman!

Tension that flows smoothly like a stream of water! However, the power contained within it is not inferior to any tension in the world.

The descending Cheongmyeong spurred into the air and turned his body around. The power of the Myeonjang brushes his side and soars into the air.

That was the moment.

Cheongmyung slightly hardened his face and turned around in the air. But obviously, the passing power changed direction again and flew in, aiming at his back.

'To the ferry terminal?'

It is a technique that can never be used without reaching the level of aerodynamics.

"quite!"

He pulls his legs straight towards the aerodynamics of Myeonjang, where Cheongmyeong flies.

And then he kicked the power of Myeonsu as it was.

Wow!

There was a huge explosion in the space where only the light emission was heard for a while. Cheong-myeong, who kicks the head, uses the recoil to rush towards Mujin with tremendous speed.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Chaa!"

Mujin, who has just recovered the sword technique of Taecheong sword technique, hardens his face and raises his sword.

and!

Mujin, with his eyes narrowed, began to draw a soft circle in the air with his sword.

A white, black sword created a clear shape in the air.

"It's Hye Gum (慧劍)!"

Jinhyeon let out an exclamation close to a scream without knowing it.

Taegeuk Hye Sword

The sword that symbolizes the shaman and the highest level of swordsmanship.

An incomprehensible swordsmanship method that is so difficult and complicated that no one has been able to complete it since the investigation.

'Are you saying that Sasuk has already been taught the sword?'

Jin-hyung clenched his fist tightly.

win!

There were moments of doubt, but as long as this happened, the match was already over.

Taegeukhye sword is an invincible swordsmanship.

No matter how talented you are in flying and creeping, in front of that sword... … .

That was the moment!

"No, you bastard!"

The sword of cheongmyeong blew out a golden glow, and without hesitation struck the shape of the Taegeuk created in the air.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Taegeuk is broken

"Gagging!"

Mujin spurted blood from the shock and fell.

dump.

As he fell to the floor, he grabbed his lips and spouted sepal blood a couple of times. The soaring power flowed back in an instant, and he suffered an internal injury.

He looks at Cheongmyeong with trembling eyes, as if in disbelief.

"Uh, how?"

I wanted to win.

The opponent was too strong, and the honor of the shaman would fall to the ground if it went on like this. So, even though he was ordered not to use it yet, he pulled out the Taegeuk Hyesword.

What I have gained is only a herbivore, but the hyegum is the hyegum! He thought that there would be no difficulty in defeating Cheongmyeong.

But hit.

It would only collapse in one blow.

How could such a thing happen, Mujin couldn't quite comprehend.

widely.

Cheongmyung descended to the floor and distorted his face. His eyes, exposed through the mask, were frowned upon.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"...Ummm?"

What do you mean?

"Ha. That's why these days, they're bringing out unprofessional swords.

“……”

Mujin opened her eyes.

"It's not the basics that this bastard is a shaman. Hey! If you bring out a better swordsmanship, do you always get stronger? Then what are you doing to learn basic swordsmanship?

"Ah……."

"Even if you die, you should have played a game with a sword that you have in your hand. You foolishly pull out an unfamiliar sword? If this was a battlefield, you would be dead now."

Qingming clicks his tongue.

'Because that's the problem.'

It was for this reason that Qingmyeong delivered the seven plum sword instead of the plum sword to the volcano.

There is a reason why all sects teach Muhak in stages. Those who did not master the basic swordsmanship are bound to break down one day.

Those who can't even fully master the sword sword learn the plum sword technique?

'It's eaten by the sword.'

Just like the present Mujin.

Swordsmanship that does not fit the theme becomes poison. If Mu-jin hadn't pulled out the Taegeuk Hye-sword, he would have survived a few more.

"Hollow rocks can be crushed even by hard rocks. A sword that has only been cooked on the outside is not as good as the Taecheong sword technique!"

Mujin's eyes fluttered.

It was only then that he realized what mistake he had made.

'What I have built up.'

Taegeuk Hye Gum.

His high name stole his heart. If only Taegeuk Hye-gum could be digested as one's own, I hadtily took it out with the thought that I would not lose to anyone in the world.

Building up nothingness.

I forgot that it was never going up.

Mujin struggled to get up.

And swept with his trembling hands.

"Thank you for your teaching."

she lost

But she learned a valuable lesson she would never have learned if she had not been defeated. So there was no regret in the face of a tragic defeat.

Mujin again expressed his sincere gratitude to Cheongmyeong with a fresh face.

Cheongmyung smiles brightly as he greets them.

"Hey."

"……Yes?"

"What are you acting like it's over?"