Return of Mount Hua Sect

Our kids are a bit ferocious. (3)

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“… … .”

Ms. Horn looked up with her wide eyes.

'What the hell is this?'

I have no mind

From the moment the disciples of the volcano climbed up the wall, the screams and shouts did not stop. Of course, that's the way battles are supposed to be, but this is definitely something different.

therefore… … .

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

… … See it.

A golden light flashed from above the wall, and three of them were thrown out of the wall at the same time.

Well?

What if it bounces off?

Isn't it obvious

“Help me!”

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The warriors of Binggung screamed and fell down the wall.

Koo! thud!

The woman who looked down and closed her eyes involuntarily. The warriors who had fallen over the snow were convulsing.

'I wish I hadn't died.'

You'll have to lie in bed for the rest of your life, but what saved your life because of the pile of snow?

“Elder!”

“Yeah, yes!”

The female spirit moved quickly and began to burn the wall.

'This is not the time to think like this.'

This is their fight. Aren't the disciples of Huashan the same as guests who help them? It was a shame as an unmanned person to give up the lead to the audience and only watch from the back.

“Ahhhh!”

As he climbed the wall, his speed grew even faster.

As long as the arrows pouring down like heavy rain from above disappeared, climbing the fortress wall itself was not a big problem for him. Reaching the end in an instant, he slammed the wall and flew upwards.

“These guys! my… … . hey hey profit!”

However, as he floated into the air, the bounced binggungdo flew like a cannonball.

“Aww!”

He didn't even have time to shout, he fell flat like a piece of paper stuck to the floor. The person who had been bouncing over his shy head quickly glanced past him.

'If I bumped into it... … ?'

He must have fallen down that far away, just like the ones we saw a while ago.

Even in this cold weather, I was sweating profusely. After he had managed to calm his mind and raised his head, the sight above the wall entered his eyes.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The advance that I stepped forward made the entire wall tremble and tremble.

He wasn't that big, but he couldn't understand where the power was coming from.

“Amita boo woo woo!”

The moment Hyeyeon's fist was extended forward, a golden light filled with light, and those who stood in front of her flew out of the fortress wall.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Dislikes are usually merciful, but there was no trace of mercy in Hyeyeon's dislikes. What would the Buddha say when he sees people shouting Amitabha and throwing people over the walls?

However, Hyeyeon was blasting out a sleight of hand as if it had nothing to do with anything like that, and was pushing the soldiers of Binggung.

“No, stop!”

Everyone rushed at the unexpected power, but it was possible because Hyeyeon didn't know.

wow.

The book of Nahan begins with the class chief (半掌).

Taking the pose that symbolizes Shaolin, Hyeyeon punched the people who rushed towards her.

The sword wielded by the warriors of the Ice Squadron collided with Hyeyeon's fist.

Kaga!

And at that moment, the steel sword with the bet on it broke like a toy.

"Ugh!"

The one who rushed opened their eyes to the article.

and.

Bullfight!

With a sound that sounded like a drum, it splattered and fell.

A book that goes beyond form and reaches the extreme meaning of the law.

It is no exaggeration to say that Shaolin's Na Han-gwon, which is the foundation of all Chinese martial arts, was now showing its heavy weight on the walls of the Beihai Ice Palace.

It was such an overwhelming inaction that it was hard to believe that he had been bruised by Qingming a while ago.

This clearly proves why the Shaolin considers him to be an article that only appears once in a hundred years.

“Amita Buddha!”

Hyeyeon, who left the dislike, rushed to him like a bijo and stepped on her thigh.

Whoops!

The sound of crushing bones rang out. The man who had been trampled on his thigh fell to the floor, screaming in pain.

Those who follow the teachings of the Shaolin have mercy, but those who follow the teachings of the Shaolin have no mercy. Just like the Buddha's status, Hyeyeon's power did not forgive the arrogant.

“… … I really can't get used to it."

Jogirl stuck out her tongue.

Since the Cheonhabi Dance Competition, they have been practicing steadily. Now, the disciples of Hwasan have become so strong that they cannot be compared with themselves at that time.

However, it felt like the gap with Hyeyeon was not narrowed that much. They also grew stronger, but Hyeyeon also became stronger than ever before.

“I can’t lose! Whoa!”

The sword pierced the air and ripped the air.

Clear sharpness was embedded in the swift and light knives.

"low! lower!”

"Yes!"

Paaah!

Jo-Gul firmly pressed her toes to the floor, pressing down on her trembling shoulders.

The body was infinitely firm and supported the center of gravity, but in contrast to him, the sword swung from his fingertips was extremely light.

“You can’t lose to the Shaolin!”

The jogger, driving the enemies, was as sharp as a leopard.

Behind you is a cliff of a thousand roads.

You might fall from this high wall at the moment you miss it. And in this dangerous place, the disciples of the volcano have to face ten times the number.

No matter how much he had soy sauce, his heart was pounding and his hands and feet were trembling.

But there was not even the slightest sign of shrinking in their faces.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Don’t get excited, you bastard!”

Yoon-jong pushed Jo-geol to his shoulder and ran forward.

Anger flashed across Binggungdo's face.

“Hey, these guys!”

Who wouldn't be angry when young blue-eyed swordsmen drive them forward and back?

“Die aaaaah!”

A sword full of anger fell towards Yoon-jong's head.

However, Yoon Jong was not at all embarrassed. With half-opened eyes, he swung the plum sword as he watched the swords pouring out at him.

Kaang.

softly.

Kaang.

again arrogantly.

There is no taste that rushes like a joggle. However, the sword, which was extremely faithful to the basics, was not able to accurately block the opponent's attack.

The sword bounced off the perfect defense, and the upper body of the Binggung samurai was opened.

Paaah!

Of course, it was Jo-Gul who dug into the gap created by Yoon-Jong.

“Aaaah!”

The warrior, who had been pierced through the shoulder, screamed and hurriedly backed away.

“These midfielders are fearless!”

He was about to counterattack like a seizure, but in a moment of panic, he threw himself to the floor.

The sword suddenly pierced through the minute gap between Jong-Jong and Jo-Geol.

“The gap is widening!”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Dang So-so hardened her complexion and screamed.

It was more like a dagger than her black sword. Whenever there was a momentary gap, the sword pierced eerily like a dagger.

Absolutely perfect connection.

He could tell just by spreading his sword how hard he had been training.

But the thing that caught the woman's eyes the most... … It was that sword.

shut down!

“Ugh!”

In an instant, the one who had been pierced by the shoulder groaned and stepped back.

Paah!

The sword that was pulled from the shoulder and recovered was extended again without any debris.

concise

The sword didn't seem that fast, but it couldn't block anyone properly. The sword that drew the perfect sword without any waste was faster than it looked and was stronger than expected.

That was the sword of Yuiseol.

Her sword, which narrowed the distance between them by just crossing her feet slightly, was swung like a fantasy.

“Oh!”

The momentarily erupted sword split the Binggung samurai's shoulders and ankles at the same time. Those who reflexively staggered back had to face the sword that was aimed exactly at their mediocre teeth.

pooh.

“B… … .”

It happened so quickly that it was hard to figure out what had happened. The sword that pierced the mediocre was deeply pierced.

Grasping the sword, he looked at Yui Seol with disbelieving eyes, and then slowly fell to the side.

dump.

Having retrieved her sword, she gently raised her head and looked at the enemies.

As I was about to hit it again, I heard a soft voice in my ear.

“Save your strength, Sama.”

Yuiseol turned her head and looked at Baekcheon.

Shaking off the blood of his sword, he proudly stepped forward.

“There is no need to overdo it already.”

Yuiseol nodded her head without saying a word.

The woman's soul looked at the scene unfolding before her eyes with blank eyes.

He also raised his disciples as an elder of Binggung until his resignation. On the contrary, I couldn't understand it at all.

What kind of training did the sect called Hwasan raise young swordsmen like that?

Truly... … .

“No, no!”

twitch.

As he looked ahead, he was stunned by the sudden roaring sound.

“Knife! uh? like that, huh? Ah-oh! I'm really up for it! I!"

“… … .”

“I’m going to flies on my sword! Hey guys .. hey guys! Are you here to play?!”

While everything was vague, one thing was certain.

He has a very dirty personality.

“Ugh! Oh, it's up!”

It was then that the uninhabited men of the North Sea began to climb up the fortress wall. At last, realizing that the time had come, she raised her voice.

“Don’t give the lead in the midfield team! We are proud North Sea soldiers!”

“Yes, elder!”

"let's go!"

Lady Horn ran and jumped over the heads of the volcano disciples.

"Five?"

“Sir, you are still correcting.”

There seemed to be a disturbing sound, but the woman's soul neatly ignored it. It's more dangerous than wiping your neck and sticking it out at the enemy to have your thoughts on the battlefield.

oh oh oh!

A formidable yin-han qigong began to form on his hands.

Even when he had just lifted the ban on the cliff, he was a strong man who could deal with bangs with one hand. Now that he has recovered his body to some extent, the ordinary warriors of Binggung cannot become his enemies.

“Taaaaaah!”

Bingsal Ganggi (氷殺剛气) from both his hands fell between the warriors of Binggung.

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

An explosion of chills occurred, and those who were swept away fell out, splashing blood.

"Wow… … Awesome."

“Because I didn’t get the position of an elder as a scoundrel.”

"Ah-oh! cold! Seed!"

There was an annoying noise, but Lady Horn decided not to be involved with the disciples of the volcano.

“Those who close their eyes while watching the devastation of the rebel are no longer the proud warriors of Binggung! I will condemn you today, and I will build a true heaven in the North Sea!”

“This traitor is a good talker! What are you doing! Hit it!”

The icebreaker screamed, but things didn't turn out the way he wanted.

The warriors of the North Sea, who had a hundredfold courage in the woman's indifference, fiercely pushed the ice squadron. If they, who mainly use bows, were fighting against the samurai with increased morale at such a close distance, the result was obvious even if they didn't see it.

'Damn it, this isn't it.'

Where did the twist come from?

The castle walls of Binggung are extremely high.

Conversely, it is impossible to build that high wall thick enough for a large number of troops to climb, not even Binggung, but even Grandpa Binggung.

Therefore, there was no choice but to limit the number of people guarding the wall.

Nevertheless, the reason I thought there would be no major problem was that just throwing arrows loaded with strength at those climbing the high and slippery wall could cause a huge blow.

However, this battle didn't go the way he wanted for a single moment.

'It's all because of him!'

Now, that little guy who's touching behind the warriors of the North Sea!

If it wasn't for him, this horde of traitors would have spilled blood and fell before they even made it all the way up the walls!

"profit!"

But it is already too late to regret. I had to focus on the present situation.

“Keep your distance! Support comes from below! We camped in front of the stairs going up to the castle wall and focused on defense… … .”

That was the moment.

'Huh?'

The ice breaker shut his mouth at the sudden sense of discomfort.

What?

this feeling?

Nothing really changed, but a strange feeling wrapped around me enough to make me nauseous.

'What has changed?'

However, no matter how much I looked at it, nothing had changed. just… … .

'Huh?'

none.

The figure of the young man who had been smiling and turning his insides upside down had not been seen until a while ago.

'Where did you go... … .'

At that moment, a voice that seemed to come from a yubu (幽府) was heard from right next to him.

“If I sold my eyes on the battlefield, there would be no regrets even if I died.”

The ice lord shook his head reflexively. What caught his eye was not a person, but a white blade of a sword that was approaching his nose.

spatula.

The sound of the cleaving of the sword resounded eerily.

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