Return of Mount Hua Sect

Now let's go catch the shamans! (1)

"Ooh, let's join too! What are you doing, you beggars!"

Hong Dae-kwang let out a harsh shout.

Before they could do anything, the disciples of the volcano were fighting the enemy in front of them.

'Gee, damn it!'

lost a player.

This was very disgraceful for Hong Dae-kwang.

'Aren't those bastards scared?'

Why was openness able to occupy a place in the old file room?

To be honest, in terms of openness, muhak tends to lag quite a bit among the old file rooms. Judging by the number of masters or the quality of literacy, open may not have the right to enter the old file room.

Nevertheless, there is a reason that openness was able to take its place in the old file room.

information power?

you're welcome!

It's just an additional element.

The reason why the people do not hesitate to acknowledge the openness as one of the old file rooms is that their consultation is second to none other than that of any other sect.

Even if its strength is lacking, openness fights ahead of anyone else.

Whenever a crisis strikes the stronghold, whenever the bad guys call, Open always has always been at the forefront and fought without sparing their lives.

That fact gives strength to the shoulders of open beggars.

Some people denigrate that they are beggars who do not have anything, and that they do not know how precious their lives are, but being able to attack injustice without fear was the pride of openness.

But now, Hong Dae-kwang was looking at people who were more fearless than that kind of openness.

Let's say the Volcanic God Dragon is like that.

That guy is weird because I knew right away.

However, the followers of the volcano were certainly not sane. If you have eyes, it would be easy to understand the opponent's power, but without a single hesitation, they rush to those who are stronger than them.

Furthermore… … .

"Ahhh! This little guy has no fear!"

The ax of the great force is swung at a speed that is enough to make the bone marrow in an instant.

swoosh.

However, Baek Cheon, who was facing him like that, was able to dodge the ax of the vicious momentum just by stepping back slightly.

"It's only natural to respect older people."

Baekcheon cynically speaks.

"He seems to have lost his age, so he doesn't really need any respect."

"You motherfucker!"

Makhoe rolled his eyes and ran to Baekcheon. However, Baek Cheon narrowly avoided his attack and stabbed his sword towards the giant wealth.

Hong Dae-gwang, who saw the scene, burst out in admiration.

'Unlike what he looks like, he knows how to scratch people.'

If Cheong-Myeong speaks as if being beaten with a large club, Baek-Cheon smiles and pierces the dagger. Thanks to this, he was running madly at Baekcheon with anger soaring to the top of his head.

And Baek Cheon was dealing with such a powerful team splendidly.

Of course, if they face each other head-on, Baekcheon will not be able to compete with the heavyweights. However, Baek Cheon made use of his speed and precision to at least create a fight that he couldn't lose.

Considering his age, that's pretty amazing.

Not just a hundred thousand.

"Ahhhhh!"

Jo-Gul's sword sharply pierces towards Son Myung, a sharp sword of Shandong. Like the nickname of Shandong Quick Sword, Son Myung's sword is famous for its amazing speed. However, no matter how you look at it, it was not far behind in the speed of Jo-Gul's black hand.

Furthermore… … .

"Walk! Don't get excited!"

Yoonjong is supporting such a jogger.

Whenever Son-myung aims for Jo-geol's gap, Yoon-jong helps Jo-geol and hands over his sword.

Yoonjong's sword was slow. But that slowness does not mean lack of skill. Unlike Jo-Gul, Yoon Jong uses a slow and serious sword. However, it was clearly recognized that the sword was also a volcanic sword.

The quick and light Jo-Gul's sword and the heavy and serious sword of Yoon-Jong are interlocking like gears to face Son Myung.

So Son Myung, who faced the two, was to die for.

'These donkeys!'

Considering their age, it would have been less than ten years since they were put together. But these guys were wielding swords like the old Noh Kang-ho, who had been working together for decades.

They fill each other's gaps, and each other's strength is doubled.

'Where the hell did these guys come from?'

Sonmyung stepped back and glanced to the side.

It was disgraceful to be pushed by these two young men, but Son Myung's disgrace was nothing.

It was the blue sword seosaeng (靑劍書生) who was fighting right next to him who was suffering the real shame.

"Hey, damn it!"

Noh Gwang, a blue swordsman, is now facing a disappointment against a young girl in Hwasan.

No matter how much the blue sword sergeant was one step behind among the people here, he was not the one to be pushed by a woman who would have come a long way.

But he can't deny what's actually happening. The female disciple of the volcano who was facing the blue sword sergeant was constantly pushing the blue sword sergeant away with her most elegant sword.

Looking at that sword, even Son Myung-eun can hardly guarantee a win. Cold sweat runs down his forehead.

'When did the volcano get so strong?'

Of course, no one knows that Hwasan was once a sect that fought for the best in the world. However, this was possible because the elders and superiors of the volcano were extremely strong.

I have never heard of the young disciples of the volcano being so exceptionally strong.

Even up to that point, I'm going to be blown away... … .

Kaang!

Myung clenched his teeth, the hand that struck Yoon Jong's sword, and swung his sword deep as if it were cutting his waist.

'You've been distracted! This little bastard!'

That was the moment.

Kaaaah!

His sword, which almost cut Yoon Jong's waist, was suddenly blocked by the flying sword and bounced off.

Soon after, a voice filled with irritation pierced his ears.

"no!"

At the same time, Yoon Jong's shoulders shrug.

"I said that much! Huh? Don't be so vigilant! I talked that much! Did you even put a sword in your ear!

“……”

"That's why I said I'd do it alone! Dare! Dare! You're just interfering and annoying people! Gosh, sell me!"

'That bastard's nagging!'

Yoon Jong is upset, but has nothing to say.

The owner of the voice was, of course, Cheongmyeong.

And now he is doing crazy things to support the other volcano disciples by blowing swords in the middle of fighting the other six at the same time.

So, even if he has ten mouths, he has no choice but to say anything.

Cheong-myeong helps Yu-seol and Baek-cheon at the same time by blowing swords here and there.

"I tell you to focus! Concentrate! Then, if you stop, someone will applaud you, and if you stop?! Ugh! You'll die rather than get really sick!"

Yoon-jong glanced at Cheong-myeong's back.

Not weird.

Even though there are only irritating words, the voice seems to be strangely slightly excited.

'Are you in a good mood?'

that sounds crazy

Does it make sense to feel good while fighting for your life?

"Don't think about it again!"

that ghost guy

However, there is nothing wrong with Qingming's point of view. Yoon Jong quickly blew away all the clutter in his head and focused all his attention on his Son Myung.

Thinking later. For now, we need to focus only on taking down interest.

Hong Dae-gwang couldn't help but be embarrassed when he saw the disciples of Hwasan who were pushing their enemies back.

"Bunta Lord! Where do you play?"

No, you have to tell me that... … .

Hongdae Kwang bit his lip and shouted.

"Hey! Hit where they are! Go and bite your ankles and hang out!"

"Yes!"

After speaking, Hong Dae-gwang jumped into the air and flew towards the enemies Cheong-myeong was dealing with. Hong Dae-gwang leaps over Cheong-myeong's head, pulls out his batting stick, and smashes his enemies.

A voice of exhilaration could be heard from behind him.

"Now even the beggars are interfering. Ha... Really."

Let's pretend we didn't hear

As the open islands joined and began to push, those who were blocking the Qingming slowly retreated.

but one.

Only one person did not even pay attention to such open people and was only glaring at Cheongmyeong.

Janggangmukdo Mt. Mt.

From the beginning to the end, he fixed his gaze only on Chungmyeong.

I don't know what others think, but he knew.

If Qingming cannot be defeated, other battles are meaningless. In order to survive here, you have to defeat that monster somehow.

"Hmm?"

Cheongmyeong also looked at Mt. Myeongmyeong as if interested.

'Look at this?'

Living is not unusual.

As if there is only one Cheongmyeong in the whole world, all the senses of Mt.

Seeing that sharp force, Cheongmyung raised the corners of his lips slightly without realizing it.

'This guy is real.'

Even the shaman's Mujin is a cheongmyeong that was treated like an idiot. Such clarity was now responding to the momentum of Mt. Myeong Myeong.

Myeong Myeongsan slowly raised the sword and aimed at the blue sky.

"It's Mt. Illumination."

"Cheongmyung."

No more words were needed.

All that's left is the fight.

Myeong Myeong-san's clothes seem to swell in an instant, and his body shoots forward at a formidable speed.

At the same time, the slash that followed.

The large sword of Mt. Joo Myeong, whose pale blue pottery is clearly young, strikes Qingming.

Aww!

Qingming's body trembled.

Even if they blocked it accurately, it was not able to disperse all the power in the sword. It was an incredibly strong and heavy blow.

Of course it doesn't end there.

"fault!"

Myeong Myeong-san comes wielding the sword one after another with all her strength.

bang! bang! bang!

There is tremendous power in each room. No matter how much he pushed his strength, the sword surrounding his sword swelled up, making it look twice as big.

However, the heaviness in this diagram could not be explained by history alone.

Myeong Myeong-san's tenacity and will to bet everything on this match was putting more weight on the sword.

Chongqing's eyes slowly sink.

'It should be.'

His wrists are sore and his intestines seem to be twisted. Feeling the heaviness with his whole body, Cheongmyung reveals it.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

In the meantime, Myeong Myeongsan screamed and slapped him, adding speed. Step on and hit, step on and hit again. The successive attacks were like a blue storm.

handful. Another handful.

It pours out all the power remaining in the danjeon, and squeezes every drop of blood remaining on the body to slap and slap the opponent.

road storm.

As a result, even Mt. Myeong Myeong was unable to confirm the appearance of Cheongmyeong. But in the face of that formidable storm, it seemed that nothing could survive.

It was then.

A strange thing enters Myeong-myeon's eyes.

'petal?'

Among the storms of the raging Tao, a single red petal slowly floated up.

The floating petals sank again, and then slightly pushed back by the wind created by the sword. Then it flies again against the wind.

Like the last petals blown away by a typhoon in summer.

And the petals floated up like a fantasy, and then sat quietly on Mt. Joo Myeong's forehead.

“……”

Suddenly, the path of Mt. Myeong-myeong stopped.

momentary silence.

As if the fierce battle up until now had been false, the air surrounding Mt. Myeongmyeong and Mt. Myong was just quiet.

Myeong Myeongsan looks at Cheongmyeong quietly.

It's like waiting for something.

Qingming gently nodded his head toward the mountain of illumination.

"It was a good match."

The view of Mt. Illumination is blurred.

The strength in my legs began to loosen, and all sensations in my body began to fade.

Lighting San smiled faintly involuntarily as he felt his own body fall to the floor.

'I was recognized.'

He died before he could even fall to the floor, but there was a pretty nice smile on his face when he died.

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